Buddha World Without Sword

Chapter 621: There is no sword in the Buddhist world

These hundreds of Buddhist disciples were swept by his three gazes, and their hearts were suddenly startled. They heard all kinds of Buddhist sounds in their ears. Whoever was swept by Qin Mu's gaze, involuntarily opened all their divine storages and burst out their momentum!

Because they felt the murderous intent in Qin Mu's eyes, and thought that Qin Mu's murderous intent was directed at them!

When they were swept by Qin Mu's gaze, they couldn't help but burst out all their momentum, seeming a little too nervous and losing their own prestige, but they could also take this opportunity to see the differences in the skills and magical powers practiced by everyone.

Some of the Buddhists have a cloud of light on their heads with a big Buddha sitting in the cloud of light. Some have a halo behind their heads with hundreds of seemingly small Buddhas revolving around them in the halo, chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Some of them had golden springs gushing out from under their feet, and the golden springs were covered with lotus leaves and lotus flowers, allowing them to stand on a red lotus in the center.

Some have practiced some unusual Buddhist techniques, gaining three heads and six arms, with faces like those of yakshas; others are spotless and have holy light all over their bodies.

Their spiritual weapons are also varied and bizarre, including pipa, umbrella, pearls, bows and arrows, swords, vajra, golden mace and other spiritual weapons. Some people also train strange beasts into weapons, use their vital energy to activate the beasts, and release them to hurt people.

There are twenty heavens in Buddhism, and the Buddhas in each heaven have different emphases, so the techniques are also different.

In addition to the Buddhist techniques, these Buddhist disciples also had many unique skills from heaven, which were also forced out by Qin Mu's gaze.

Under the gaze of his third eye, all cultivation and realms are clearly visible.

These Buddhist disciples were not big figures like Qi Jiuyi. Qi Jiuyi was a nobleman in the Heavenly Court and practiced the Imperial Throne Technique. Even a Youdu Jiedushi like Lu Li had to be respectful and not dare to neglect him.

Although the Buddhist disciples come from the Heavenly Court or have some connection with the Heavenly Court, they have not yet accessed the Emperor's Throne technique. After all, the Emperor's Throne technique is not a cabbage on the roadside, otherwise the Heavenly Court would not have sent them to try to learn the Emperor's Throne Sutra of Lord Brahma Buddha.

"How brave!"

Dharma King Morun was furious and shouted, "How dare you kill people in my Buddhist world? You are truly a demon!"

Qin Mu turned a deaf ear to him, retracted his gaze, lowered his head to look at his hands, and muttered: "I haven't used my full strength for a long time... Even when I fought with Qi Jiuyi and Zhe Huali, I never opened all three eyes. I don't know how far I have cultivated."

Dharma King Morun was slightly startled, and was about to continue to rage, when suddenly the voice of Indra Buddha came from the dilapidated temple: "Brother Morun, please be patient. Fighting between disciples will inevitably lead to casualties, can you really go down in the fight yourself? Life is nothing but a stinking skin bag, and Prince Yueguang has gotten rid of the stinking skin bag and is relieved. It is a great joy. The rules have been set, let the Buddhist challenge Mr. Qin, whoever wins will get the last spot and enter the temple to learn the Emperor's Throne Sutra."

Dharma King Morun was furious, but he held back and thought to himself, "Indra Buddha is backing this kid? He can even say such shameless words!"

However, even though Indra Buddha had spoken, he did not dare to neglect him, thinking, "This little devil from the lower world is indeed quite capable, but challenging all the Buddhas is really overestimating his own abilities! The Great Brahma Buddha's Imperial Throne Sutra is important, so it is not a good time to turn hostile at this moment. I'd better get the Sutra first."

In the dilapidated temple, Indra, the King of Heaven Buddha, who was meditating on the True Sutra of the Emperor's Throne, snorted. It was not him who spoke to stop King Morun just now.

He is currently contemplating the true scriptures, so how could he have the time to pay attention to the outside world?

"Who is impersonating my voice? It's so convincing! Yes, it must be Senior Brother Dafantian. Only he can imitate my voice so that no one can tell it apart."

Indra Buddha's eyebrows twitched: "This is the first shit pot, right? And it was put on my head by my senior brother himself. I hope it is the only shit pot..."

"Prince of the Sunlight of Heaven, come and subdue the demon in your heart!"

Prince Riguang took a step forward, a sun shining behind his head, and said calmly: "You are from the lower world? The lower world is a barren place, it is rare to have a talented person, so it is inevitable that you will be arrogant because of your talent."

Qin Mu did not look up at him, but continued to look at his hands, silently saying in his heart: "Granny Si and the others always asked me to seal this eye, but sealing this eye also prevented me from knowing my progress in strength. How powerful is my full strength? Now I can finally know..."

He suddenly shivered with excitement, trembled with excitement, and shook with excitement.

I can finally use my full strength without worry, finally I can attack without restraint, finally I don’t have to worry about causing trouble for my friends and family because of my strong desire and destructive power!

He can finally let himself go and be the fearless young man he was in Daxu again!

The young people in Daxu only need to act according to the rules of Daxu. All other constraints are external constraints and have nothing to do with the young people in Daxu!

“Hehehe…hahahaha!”

Qin Mu laughed, and the laughter gradually became louder. Prince Sunlight frowned slightly and said calmly: "I am Prince Sunlight, the crown prince of Sunlight Buddha Kingdom. Brother Moonlight and I are classmates in the Heavenly Palace Sword Palace. We learned swords together and have a deep friendship..."

"Stop talking so much. If you miss him so much, I'll send you down to be with him!"

Qin Mu suddenly stretched out his hand and clapped his hands. The sword ball suddenly expanded and exploded. Countless flying swords whistled and flew up like clouds covering the sky. The sun behind Prince Riguang's head suddenly burst out and laughed, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The sun behind his head was filled with flames. Unlike Prince Moonlight's Moonlight Sword, his sword carried pure yang fire. The sun shone everywhere, burning everything. The sword light was hidden in the fire and sunlight, so bright that people could not open their eyes and could not see his sword!

Great Sun Sword!

His magic sword collided with Qin Mu's sword rain, and countless clanging sounds were heard in an instant. Prince Riguang was startled and immediately felt that his sword moves were broken: "There are three moves in his sword skills... No, it's four basic sword skills that have never been seen before!"

The shock in his heart was beyond words, just four basic sword techniques!

Let alone four moves, even if there was one more basic sword technique, all sword techniques in the world would have to be reshuffled, and the number of additional changes would be countless!

What's more, there are four moves?

"That is to say, in his eyes, all my sword skills are full of flaws!"

Prince Riguang was filled with fear, and a countermeasure suddenly occurred to him: "The swordsmanship of the lower world has improved so much that the swordsmanship of the heavenly court is basically no longer able to compete with him. The only way is not to use swordsmanship. As long as I use swordsmanship, it will be a flaw for him. Only by using knife skills or magic can I fight him, otherwise I would be dead now... Yes, why am I not dead now..."

He saw that Qin Mu's eight thousand swords were like dark clouds, and the swords in the clouds were like swimming fish. They performed various sword moves, flew past him, and did not attack him.

Prince Riguang was stunned, and when he looked down, he saw that his body was like a broken sieve, with transparent blood holes all over it.

His mind was a little fuzzy. He raised his hand to touch his forehead and a finger was stuck in it.

He wiped the back of his head. There was a small hole on the back of his head. It should be the mark left by the flying sword that passed through his forehead and exited from the back of his head.

"So, my soul has been killed by him..." Prince Riguang staggered and fell to the ground.

Qin Mu's figure passed over his fallen body, and he had no idea that Prince Riguang had so many psychological activities before his death.

“After today’s battle, there will be no one left in the Buddhist world who can forge swords anymore!” The young man from Daxu laughed.

Eight thousand swords pressed down like a dark cloud, almost attacking all the Buddhists!

At this moment, almost all the Buddhist disciples reacted involuntarily. Qin Mu's three eyes were as fast as lightning, quickly sweeping over the Buddhist disciples who were resisting his sword skills. About a hundred Buddhist disciples used their sword skills to counter his sword skills.

The magical powers and spiritual weapons of other Buddhist disciples are different. Many of them have extremely high cultivation strength, such as the three Buddhist disciples mentioned by King Morun, namely Prince Capricorn, Princess Polong, and Prince Fuyun, as well as the Buddhist disciple Puzhao who vomited blood in a battle with the demon ape, and the Buddhist disciple Kongxiang and others, who are also extremely powerful.

Most of the Buddhist disciples practice the Heavenly Court's skills and do not have a high level of attainment in the Buddhist skills, so there are hundreds of young masters practicing swordsmanship.

Suddenly, King Yama Buddha couldn't bear it anymore, so he closed his eyes and said to the other Buddhas, "Let's go. We can't watch this place anymore. If we watch it again, the blood will flow like a river."

The Buddhas including Sāgaragarbha nodded and said, "I really can't bear to watch it any longer." After that, they took their disciples and flew away from here, flying to their respective Buddhist heavens.

When Buddhist disciple Jiankong looked back secretly, he was stunned to see a sudden flash of blood in the battlefield in front of the ruined temple. There were more than a hundred streaks of blood!

More than a hundred Buddhist disciples who practiced swordsmanship had their swordsmanship broken in an instant, and their souls or bodies were directly beheaded, killing them!

When Jiankong Fozi saw this, he was horrified, his hands and feet were cold, and he was speechless.

In just this quick glance, Qin Mu had already gathered his sword into a ball, pinched the ball into a knife, and split the long knife into two. He moved with staggered steps, as fast as lightning, his body moving left and right, forward and backward, and the knife's light was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye. He raised the knife to cut off heads and chop off flesh!

The two sword lights in his hands were like long dragons, opening and closing. Suddenly, a gate opened behind him, revealing the dark underworld. The tall gate moved with his figure, sweeping all the way. Wherever it passed, the souls of the Buddhas were swallowed up by the gate before they could react, leaving behind empty shells of flesh!

Seeing Kong Fuzi's scalp tingling and his body trembling, he saw the long sword in Qin Mu's hand merge into a spear, and nailed Princess Po Long on the tip of the spear. The spear shook, and the charming Princess Po Long was torn into pieces.

Then Qin Mu struck the ground with his spear, and countless flying swords scattered and turned into a big bell that pinned him down, spinning madly around him, blocking the magical powers and spiritual weapons of other Buddhist disciples.

Qin Mu attacked frantically under the big bell, punching and kicking with clear moves. The violent force went directly through the big bell to the outside world, shaking the bones of those Buddhist disciples of the fighting skills school who were fighting in close combat!

"Seeing nothing, there is no need to look."

Yamaraja Buddha sighed and said, "If you look at it again, it will affect your Buddha heart."

The Buddhist disciple Jiankong was awed in his heart and wanted to speak, but his throat was hoarse and he could not speak. He could only moisten his throat, but his voice was still a little hoarse: "Buddha, Mr. Qin killed so many people, can the Buddhas tolerate him?"

"What if I can't tolerate it?"

Yamaraja Buddha whispered, "I have seen him in the Netherworld. I went to the Netherworld to save the wronged souls there, and I met him. I thought he was dead, but he survived. It seems that he has forgotten what happened in his childhood. It has been nineteen years..."