Chapter 153: Discussing with the Saints, the Saints' Horror

Inside the sage's palace, Chu Kuang said astonishing words!

He actually came to talk to the saint!

In the face of Chu Kuangren's Daoist request, the white-browed saint showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then pondered for a while.

"Little friend, are you sure you want to do this?"

"The Daoism of the younger generation has fallen into a bottleneck. I hope to discuss the Dao with the sage, seek breakthroughs, and hope that the sage will be fulfilled." Chu Kuang said humanely.

"In that case, yes."

The white-browed saint nodded slightly and agreed to Chu Kuangren's request.

Chu Kuangren smiled faintly, got up and crossed the crowd, came to the saint, embraced Kunwu, and sat on the ground.

Everyone looked at the two of them intently.

A war king actually wants to argue with a saint? !

For them, the scene in front of them is too incredible, and no one wants to miss this kind of thing.

"Little friend is surrounded by the power of merit, which is rare." The white-browed saint glanced at Chu Kuangren, then smiled lightly.

"Oh, what can be compared to the preaching of a saint, and the blessings of the common people."

Chu Kuangren knew that he had the power of merit and virtue in himself. After all, it would be strange if he had no merit in saving Beiling Daozhou back then.

However, this merit is nothing compared to the white-browed saint. After all, the merits that people have accumulated for so long are not comparable to him, but he did not take it to heart.

"Saint, please." Chu Kuangren said lightly, and then the Dao rhythm filled his body, the sword of the heavenly Dao was on his head, and he began to discuss the Dao.

The white-browed sage is also unambiguous, and the realm of Taoism is displayed.

moment.

Chu Kuangren felt a vast ocean of Dao rhyme rushing towards him, making him feel unprecedented pressure.

Is this the rhyme of the saint? !

If he hadn't comprehended the Longevity Emperor Sutra for three years, I'm afraid the Sword of Heaven's Dao would instantly collapse under this terrifying sage's Dao rhyme.

"Little friend's Daoist realm is amazing, and there are few people under the saint who can compare with you."

Seeing that Chu Kuangren resisted his own Dao rhyme, the white-browed sage couldn't help showing a touch of exclamation in his eyes.

As for the sage's words, everyone else heard it, and they were all speechless. No wonder Chu Kuangren wanted to talk to the sage.

It turned out that his Taoist realm had reached this level!

Ao Cang, Yuan Hong and the others looked at each other, and they all felt an extremely strong sense of frustration in their hearts.

Both are Tianjiao, they are still young emperors, but Chu Kuangren has already left them far behind.

"Saint, please take my sword!" At this moment, Chu Kuangren suddenly shouted, the sword of heaven trembled, and a sword light burst out.

The terrifying sword light contains the ultimate rhythm of the sword, even if the white-browed saint saw it, his eyes became a little dignified.

"Good kendo!"

With a sigh of admiration, Bai Mei's mind moved, and behind him an indomitable giant phantom appeared, hitting Jianguang.

The two Dao rhymes intertwined and collided in the void, and the brilliant brilliance circulated, making every monk present bewildered.

Such a rhyme is too mysterious.

"Little friend, you also take me a trick." The white-browed saint dao rhyme circulated, and the giant phantom pointed at Chu Kuangren.

The majestic Dao rhyme came like a mountain and a tsunami, and even the supreme Dao Fa would be defeated in an instant in front of this finger.

Chu Kuang's heart moved, and white lotuses suddenly appeared in the void, disintegrating the Dao rhyme of this finger layer by layer.

The Law of the Holy King, the White Lotus Purify the World!

"Oh, a wonderful method." The white-browed saint was slightly surprised.

"Come again."

Chu Kuangren's eyes flickered with light, and he was a little excited.

Discussing Dao with the saint is really extraordinary, he feels that he has vaguely touched that layer of Dao Dharma barrier!

Not only that, the Emperor Longevity Sutra that he had comprehended in the past three years has also been used by him one by one in this discussion, deepening his understanding, and the various methods he has comprehended in Wanfa Sect are also at his fingertips.

Chu Kuangren used up what he had learned all his life and was very happy.

This discussion lasted for a whole day, and all kinds of mysterious Taoist rhymes have been hovering above the hall, making every monk mesmerized.

In particular, the myriad Dao rhythms displayed by Chu Kuangren made every cultivator seem to be able to find the shadow of his Dao in it.

This shocked everyone. They couldn't imagine how one person could master so many cultivation methods.

"According to rumors, this madman of Chu once learned all the methods in Wanfa Sect. It seems that the rumors are true, it's too scary."

"With so many methods, he can actually use each of them with perfection. I'm afraid even the master of all methods is just like this."

"How terrible is this person's understanding?"

Even the guardians such as the Seventh Patriarch, who had been following Chu Kuangren, were somewhat frightened at the moment.

They knew that Chu Kuangren's Daoist realm was so high that they couldn't even compare to them, but they didn't expect it to be so high.

Talking with the sage for a day and a night, it is not a failure.

"Little friend Chu, it's time to end." At this moment, the white-browed saint suddenly spoke, and then a white light burst out between his eyebrows.

The white light contained an incomparably powerful Dao rhyme, and the sage Dao rhyme evolved incisively and vividly in it.

In just an instant, Bai Guang broke through the White Lotus Pure World Chapter and hit the Sword of Heavenly Dao above Chu Kuangren's head.

The rhythm of the Sword of Heavenly Dao was injured, and cracks appeared, Chu Kuangren

The body trembled, and the rhythm of the whole body gradually fell apart.

"A little bit."

The Kunwu sword in Chu Kuangren's arms trembled, and a tyrannical rhyme of the sword broke out again, pouring into the sword of heaven, and the rhythm that had broken apart was instantly stabilized, and even sharper.

The white-browed saint nodded slightly, "Good sword!"

Chu Kuangren didn't reply. At this time, he fell into some kind of mysterious state of enlightenment. The various Taoist methods he had learned in this life, and even the income of three years of comprehending the Emperor Sutra, evolved in his mind.

Too much.

He will have too much.

Chu Kuangren summarized these methods one by one, and then integrated all the rhythms into the technique of slaying the sky and drawing the sword.

All things learned, he is only for a sword!

Everyone only saw the white lotus around Chu Kuangren dissipate, leaving only the sword of heaven above his head blooming with endless brilliance.

An incomparably terrifying rhyme of the sword's way was rapidly rising, and at this moment, even the white-browed sage felt a tinge of heart palpitations.

"What exactly is this rhyme?"

hum...

At this time, the brilliance of the Sword of Heavenly Dao turned into a beam of light rising into the sky, the Dao seemed to feel it, and various visions evolved over the palace.

The sky is falling, the ground is surging with golden lotuses, and the sound of Taoism echoes...

This vision and Dao rhyme gradually permeated, covering thousands of miles around, the entire Azure Dragon Region, no, the powerhouses of the entire sky seemed to feel it, and they all looked in the direction of Baimei Mountain, with a somewhat surprised expression.

"This rhyme, what's going on?"

"It's the sage's rhyme? No, the sage's rhyme doesn't have such heart-pounding fluctuations. What is the situation!"

"Bai Meishan, is it because of the White Eyed Saint?"

All the powerhouses were frightened.

Even the saint who lived in seclusion behind the scenes was disturbed, releasing his spiritual thoughts one by one, and peeping in the direction of Baimei Mountain.

But then, an incomparably terrifying coercion erupted from the rhyme, causing all the saints who spied on them to tremble, and they were extremely terrified!