Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, smiling. In his body, the nine-colored fairy infant's eyes seemed to penetrate his dantian, and the nine colors filled Qin Xuan's entire dantian.

Behind Qin Xuan, there seemed to be a vast cloud rising, and a nine-colored lotus appeared behind Qin Xuan's head, entered the cloud, and turned into a hundred-foot golden lotus.

In the vast cloud, Wuliang and others could only see a vague outline, and even they could hardly see the true appearance of the Dharma in the cloud.

In the next moment, the vague shadow in the cloud had stretched out its arm, and the cloud surged like a dragon, rushing towards the thousand-foot Dharma behind Wuliang.

The Dharma was motionless like a mountain, and Wuliang stood with his eyes down.

Only the Buddha's light was thousands of feet long, and every inch of the Buddha's light was like a mountain.

The Dharma that Wuliang moved was his lifelong Buddhist Dharma, his understanding of Buddhism in his heart, and was closely related to his will and magic power.

The way he sought, the Buddha he cultivated, and the method he practiced all converged into one, forming a thousand feet behind him.

Wuliang lowered his eyes. Even though he felt the power of the existence behind Qin Xuan that was covered by the clouds, his heart remained unmoved.

The way he sought was not powerful. If his heart was not strong, he would not be as Wuliang as he is now.

If the Buddhist Dharma was not vast, it would be impossible to condense a thousand-foot Dharma image.

"My heart is like Buddha, indestructible by all things, invulnerable to all methods!"

Wuliang murmured, holding a Buddhist ritual and lowering his eyes, if it is not indestructible Vajra, then Acala.

Finally, the rolling clouds collided with the vast and dazzling Buddha light. Just when everyone thought there would be a collision that would cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split, quietly, the Buddha light shattered inch by inch.

It was as if a big stone hit a thin mirror, and the endless Buddha light was easily shattered.

It shattered inch by inch and turned into nothingness.

The clouds were unstoppable.

Every time the Buddha's light was shattered, Wuliang's body trembled.

He suddenly raised his head, looking at the dragon-like cloud in disbelief, and suddenly raised his foot to take the second step.

Just as he raised his foot and was about to take the second step, his body suddenly stopped and his footsteps froze in the air.

His body was trembling, as if he was in fear.

It was not that he was afraid, but that the way he sought was in fear, as if the way he had sought all his life, under Qin Xuan's Dharma image, was like a grain of sand under the mountain, like a candlelight in front of the vast sun.

This gap was like heaven and earth, so his way was in fear.

Wuliang's pupils trembled, he looked at the cloud and murmured, "How is it possible! What is he seeking? What is he cultivating?"

What kind of way, what kind of will, would make him unable to take even the second step, and make the way he sought feel insignificant and fearful.

Why did this person cultivate and become a Taoist? What was the vague outline under the mist?

Wuliang's face was pale, and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

For the first time in his life, he felt so scared and powerless.

This was not because of the difference in magic power, but because the way he and Qin Xuan cultivated and their wills were too different.

Even the abbot of the Dazizai Temple, whom Wuliang revered, had never made Wuliang feel this way.

Finally, the mist opened a gap when it collided with the Buddha's light.

Wuliang seemed to see something through the mist, his pupils were like needles, his Buddha's heart was almost injured at this moment, and his mood was in turmoil.

It was a finger, just a finger, that fell on his thousand-foot Dharma image.

Cracks appeared on the thousand-foot Dharma image behind him, and with this finger as the center, they spread to the thousand-foot body and collapsed with a bang.

Just one finger, the thousand-foot Dharma image was destroyed!

Not to mention Wuliang, even Wuxian, Tianxu and others were dumbfounded.

"What!?"

Taoist Tianxu almost jumped up in shock. That was Wuliang. Buddhist monks are determined by will. The thousand-foot Dharma image is the result of Wuliang's will and magic power.

Even for a high monk who has achieved the Dao, the Dharma image is nothing better than this.

But under the inexplicable Dharma image shrouded in clouds and mist behind Qin Xuan, it collapsed in an instant.

This made Taoist Tianxu think of four words, a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

Wuxian was also stunned. Her beautiful red lips were almost difficult to close. She looked at the collapsed thousand-foot Dharma image in disbelief.

She could never have imagined that Wuliang's Dharma image would be so broken. It was too easy.

In terms of strength, Wuliang can definitely fight Qin Xuan. Even if he is defeated, it is impossible for him to be so relaxed.

"The difference in their powers is not that big. Wuliang's Buddhist practice is the reincarnation of seven lives. This is his seventh life. What is condensed in his body is the immovable relic, which is comparable to the purple mansion primordial infant of the king grade. At the peak of the primordial infant, his power is definitely comparable to that of the peak Taoist." Tianxu muttered to himself, "The only possibility is that the path and will they seek are too different!"

"Wuliang has practiced for seven lives and cut off the feelings of six lives. How strong is his will? Although I don't know what the path he seeks is,Being able to support Wuliang through six generations, he should never be underestimated..."

Tianxu looked at Qin Xuan, he speculated, there is only one possibility.

That is the way Qin Xuan seeks, stronger, strong enough to crush Wuliang's six generations of Buddha heart.

What kind of state of mind, what kind of way? Enough to crush a six-generation Buddhist cultivator?

Tianxu dared not imagine, there was a chill in his heart, he looked at Qin Xuan, looked at the indifferent expression, looked at the calm eyes.

Under this face, in those eyes, what is buried?

Wuliang did not take the second step in the end. There was blood on the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, and the whole person looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

In the void, the clouds and the Dharma image shrank billions of times, returned to Qin Xuan's head and disappeared without a trace.

He looked at Wuliang and said lightly: "The thousand-foot Dharma image is certainly good!"

"Unfortunately, you chose the wrong opponent! "

He fell directly, his eyes as calm as ever.

"Changqing, how did you do it?" Wuxian almost screamed, his heart was shocked to the extreme.

Qin Xuan didn't pay attention, suddenly, he took action, his sleeves shook, and his magic power was like a river.

In just a moment, this vast power made Wuxian's face change suddenly.

She practiced the skills, and white bones appeared behind her.

Her magic power collided with Qin Xuan's sleeve power. In an instant, Wuxian retreated several steps, her face flushed, and her blood boiled.

"Do you really think that your master, the master of the Holy Demon Palace, can make me afraid of you?" Qin Xuan spoke slowly, staring at Wuxian, "If there is a next time, I will kill you! "

A cold light flashed across his eyes, and at this moment, Wuxian suddenly felt a trace of fear in her heart.

She seemed to know that what Qin Xuan said was not a joke.

The most important thing is that she knew the words that Qin Xuan often said.

A word must be kept!

This is definitely not a threat!

Wuxian's face was slightly pale, and she looked at Qin Xuan with a little smile, as if hiding some fear in her heart.

"Changqing boy, I am curious in my heart. Although it may be abrupt, I still want to ask you, why do you practice Taoism?" Tianxu Taoist ignored Wuxian, that was the witch's own fault, who could she blame.

"If you don't want to answer, I will never ask again from now on! "

This sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention, including Feng Bao, the frightened Wuxian, and Wuliang who fell from the sky.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan glanced at Tianxu Taoist, not thinking it was a taboo, and spoke lightly.

"It's just immortality!"