Li Buzhuo slashed down with one sword, and the sword body roared in a burst, directly slashing into most of the neck of the Buddha statue!

But the Buddha statue's eyes turned cold, and the lotus platform under the seat turned, and the two sides of the Dharma were combined into one!

Li Buzhuo only felt that the tip of Zhulong's sword touched an inexplicable aura, spreading along the sword's body like a maggot, and drilling into his palm. In a blink of an eye, Li Buzhuo's palm shrank and aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. His young skin was covered with wrinkles, and his blood vessels were bulging.

In less than half a breath, most of the right arm became old. Li Buzhuo was shocked and even the internal qi blocked the breath. Who would have expected that the internal qi would immediately disappear.

Fortunately, the internal qi kept resisting, which made the breath stagnate.

Seeing that the Buddha statue's head was about to be cut off, Li Buzhuo knew that he would step further. This breath was about to break through his right arm and spread to his internal organs. He immediately made a decision to pull the sword and cut off the left arm of the Buddha statue with the sword edge, and jumped backwards at the same time.

As soon as he left the Buddha statue, Li Buzhuo moved his inner qi to his right arm. In just one breath, the breath lost its support and finally dissipated. However, Li Buzhuo's inner qi had been lost by 60% to 70%, and his steps were a little vague. He stood still with a breath and looked at the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue stood with the only left palm and said calmly: "I hope the donor knows that hurting others will also hurt yourself."

Li Buzhuo looked down and saw that although the breath had dissipated, the skin of his entire arm was like an octogenarian, and even trembled a little while holding the hilt of the sword.

Li Buzhuo seemed to be careless and said, "You used my natal divine weapon as a matchmaker to hurt me, so what if you do this?"

While speaking, Li Buzhuo raised his left arm and threw up the painting sword!

The bright silver painting scroll was thrown into the air, and then hovered steadily, and the surface was unfolded!

As soon as Li Buzhuo pinched the sword technique, he took out a sword from the scroll, swung his hand, and shot at the Buddha statue!

With a yin sound, the long sword broke through the air, and the sound was vigorous, and the energy drove the ups and downs of the beams and pillars to suddenly stir up!

But when a sword nailed to the chest of the mud Buddha, it felt like it encountered a sperm of iron, and it only stabbed in half an inch!

"well!"

The Buddha statue lowered his eyebrows and raised his palms, and no longer spoke.

That sigh came into his ears, and Li Buzhuo suddenly felt extremely guilty, as if the sin of stabbing the Buddha statue with a sword was like a massacre of a city. He couldn't help but shake his mind, and suddenly he wanted to worship the Buddha statue and kneel down to repent.

Li Buzhuo could not help but acted stuttering and could no longer throw a sword.

Crack!

The sword nailed to the chest of the Buddha statue suddenly cracked and rusted from the tip of the sword. In a few breaths, it turned into a pile of weathered rotten iron and fell to the ground.

The half-dead and half-growing mud Buddha quietly glanced at Li Buzhuo, and suddenly stood up from the lotus platform and walked down the lotus platform.

Its movements were very slow at first, as if it was struggling in a quagmire, but its movements were getting smoother and smoother.

"I don't know how Zhifrost coat used to hold the demon shadow, but now it can move, and I'm afraid it's about to get out of trouble... Half an hour has passed. If I don't destroy it again, I'm afraid there will be no chance."

Li Buzhuo was tense all over, and his murderous intention suddenly arose, dispelling the guilt, but as soon as he held the hilt of the sword tightly, his hands couldn't help but relax.

At this time, the Buddha statue had already walked five feet away in front of him, and the clay sculpture had a majestic and dignified facial features and a smile.

Li Buzhuo's face was flushed and his breathing became more and more rapid, his head was sweating profusely, his temples were pounding, and his neck was even more tangled blood vessels burst out, and his whole body was shaking. He seemed to try hard to straighten his body, but his knees couldn't help but bend slowly.

Bang!

Li Buzhuo trembled all over and fell to the ground!

The corpses were scattered around, blood and flesh were blurred, and the smell of candle wax and flesh was filled with the smell of blood and blood. The mud Buddha walked up to Li Buzhuo, stretched out his palm, and pressed it towards Li Buzhuo's heavenly spirit cover, like a repentant evil man, said: "A good man abandoned his sword and worshiped the Buddha, stood up and realized, worshiped day and night, respected the lamp, took the precepts to enlighten him, and was always happy. The good gods supported him, and he was in harmony with his spouse, and he was respected by the dragons, ghosts and gods, and everyone would be respected by them. In the future, he would attain the Tao..."

Li Buzhuo was frightened when he heard this. He tried hard to widen his eyes and looked up. He saw that the palms of the clay sculpture were sometimes as delicate as babies and sometimes as thin as an old man. It was very strange. His heart immediately jumped into his throat, but he could not control his movements at all. He could only roar silently in his heart: "If I were pressed down by this palm, I would not have my life!"

"He is a good man, a true Buddhist disciple."

The Buddha statue smiled and pressed it down.

Li Buzhuo was pressed on the cover of the sky spirit by the mud Buddha. Li Buzhuo felt like he was thundering. His whole body trembled suddenly. After his light glimpse of his hanging hair turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"My life is over!"

Li Buzhuo was completely lost and no longer worried about life and death. In the flash of lightning, his state of mind was detached for a moment. He had no idea that the state of selflessness in practicing and entering into meditation could not be realized. Once he realized it with his heart, there was me, which was mysterious and mysterious. Therefore, although Li Buzhuo knew this level of state, he never could enter. But at that moment, Li Buzhuo let go of life and death, and his mind was completely enlightened, thinking: "This body is not me, soul? It is not me. Even if the body dies and the soul is gone, I am still me, who am I?"

Li Buzhuo only thought for a moment, and the problem was eliminated and there was no thought in his mind.

With a flash in front of him, he suddenly saw himself kneeling in front of the Buddha statue.

Everything just happened was just a thought. The Buddha statue had just pressed his palm, and Li Buzhuo still had a few black hairs that had not turned white.

Li Buzhuo seemed to be observing this scene from all directions at the same time. At this moment, he could see any place on his body at the same time, and could see clearly the front, chest and back of the Buddha statue. Seeing that he was in trouble, he had no trouble in his heart, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

But the next moment, Li Buzhuo, who was kneeling on the ground, turned white all his hair and even his skin began to grow old.

Li Buzhuo finally thought in confusion: "Is this me? Who am I...?"

As soon as the thought moved, Li Buzhuo saw a flower in front of him. He immediately realized that he was about to escape from this mysterious state. In an instant, all the thoughts seemed to be alive and surged into his heart!

Swish, the scene in Li Buzhuo's eyes changed, and what he saw was the blood-stained floor tiles and the spotless feet of the mud Buddha, who had escaped from the mysterious realm of selflessness.

But at this moment, his consciousness became clear, and the deterrence, pressure and guilt from the Buddha statue disappeared without a trace! As soon as he slapped the ground, Li Buzhuo shot backwards, then left the clamp of the mud Buddha, gasping violently, but his mind was very calm, and he took the sword from the painting sword and threw it out!

Although the mud Buddha could move, his movements were still slow. He watched swords flying over, without any obstacles, but just looked at Li Buzhuo and said in surprise: "Entering meditation between life and death, you have realized the realm of emptiness!"
Chapter completed!