Buddha is the Tao

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it. But when Zhou Qing saw it, his joy turned into horror. He just saw that the Xuanyuan Dharma King was beaten by the group of fierce ghost army souls and spurted blood from his mouth. He used secret methods to break through the space and escape. Zhou Qing knew the ability of the old demon Xuanyuan Dharma King very well. Even he was overturned, and Zhou Qing immediately thought of running away!

A flash of white light, Wen Lanxin had already appeared in the formation, and said anxiously: "This formation can only hold out for a moment at most. It seems that we still underestimated the strength of this group of fierce ghosts!" As soon as the voice fell, Xuanyuan Dharma King also appeared in the formation in a panic and shouted: "It doesn't matter. The three of us can hold out for an hour. We hide in the formation and wait for an opportunity to attack. An hour is enough to deal with these army souls. Just now, I was trapped in the encirclement!" Although Xuanyuan Dharma King was in a panic, he was a highly skilled person after all. He was completely free of injuries after a slight circulation of his true essence. Even Wen Lanxin didn't want to leave like this. After all, the temptation was too great! The two cast spells and sealed the passage leading to the outside tightly, ready to burn their boats and block the only way out. Zhou Qing was so angry that he cursed the two in his heart for a hundred times: "Aren't you trying to drag me into the water!"

Aww! A fierce ghost soldier rushed into Sima Road first. This ghost soldier held a Santing machete in his hand. Unlike other ghost soldiers, his armor transformed by ghost energy was obviously higher than those of the military souls. The golden swallowing mouth, lion belt, lion armor, and tiger head boots all showed that the ghost soldier was a general of extraordinary status!

When the ghost general saw the fairy light lingering, the sword energy crisscrossed, and the formation that blocked the passage tightly, he instinctively felt indescribable disgust and roared, like a thunderclap on the ground! The ghost power condensed the Santing broadsword into a burst of gloomy wind and chopped towards the Tai Chi diagram formed by the formation. Under the attack of the ghost power, Wen Lanxin used the technique of throwing beans into soldiers to bless the prohibition outside the formation. The originally rotating small golden armored gods suddenly increased to the size of living people. They were shining with golden light and looked very good. At first glance, they were really heavenly soldiers and generals descending to the earth. A golden armored god holding a Luo umbrella, swish! Opened the Luo umbrella and blocked the ghost general's knife. The other dozens of golden armored gods holding strange weapons quickly pounced on the ghost general and surrounded him. Dozens of golden and sharp strange weapons chopped down the fierce ghost general like cutting melons and vegetables.

Zhou Qing was dazzled and sighed in his heart: So many to fight one, what a pity! That fierce ghost general was finished like this. It would be great if I could absorb it. My relic is just beginning to form, and I just need pure mental power to replenish it! This was like the ancient battle formations, and the scene of the generals fighting against the enemy opened Zhou Qing's eyes. Bang! With a muffled sound, the golden armored god holding up the umbrella was split into two halves by the ghost general's sword, turning into a ball of twisted golden light. It seemed that it was about to gather into a sincere and human form again, but the big sword did not give him a chance. The upward and downward momentum suddenly stopped, and the blade trembled slightly, as if a master of swordsmanship was controlling it. The blade light was strangely divided into more than a dozen, and at the same time it twisted towards the golden light. A subtle and shrill scream was heard faintly, and the golden light was dispersed by the cold blade light, and could never be restored, and disappeared into the air.

After splitting the tofu-like god with a sword, the ghost general was also surrounded, and more than a dozen weapons were about to fall on his forehead! The fierce ghost general was not afraid at all. He retracted his sword at an incredible speed. There was a sound of metal clashing, tapping, knocking, twisting, and blocking for dozens of times in a row. The Santing sword's moves changed continuously, opening and closing widely. The sword light was like a dragon rolling. In an instant, he knocked away dozens of attacks from weapons and got out. He retracted his long sword and condensed it like a mountain. The ghost general stood tall, with the long sword across his chest, like a towering mountain, with an extraordinary demeanor. Although he was transformed by a ghost, his fierce and violent aura was not reduced, but people felt a little respect for him and dared not look down on him.

"There is such a person among the ghosts. His martial arts and swordsmanship have reached the realm of transformation. I am afraid that in an ordinary fight, a hundred or so masters are not his opponents!" Xuanyuan Fawang and Wen Lanxin naturally saw this scene and were surprised.

Zhou Qing was very interested in the ghost general's exquisite swordsmanship. People who practice Taoism work hard to cultivate their true essence and mind power, and they seek to have powerful magic power, vigorous true essence, and tough body. They don't pay much attention to martial arts and physical skills. Zhou Qing also sneers at this thing. It's no wonder. No matter how exquisite your physical skills are, when you meet a Taoist who practices Taoism, your whole body is like a diamond. Even if you hit the opponent, you will be hit by the true essence. This is a practice of giving up the main thing for the sake of the end. For a Taoist in the late stage of Qi, ordinary swords and knives chop the body like a mosquito bite, which is completely harmless.

All martial arts and physical skills are insignificant skills, which are just tricks used by mortals to fight and fight. Zhou Qing has always thought so! But now it seems that things are completely different. Under Zhou Qing's eyes of heaven, the ghost general's swordsmanship is exquisite, and it seems that every move and every posture contains the truth and is in line with the way of heaven.

"Could it be that this martial arts and physical skills are also a way to cultivate the Tao? Can it also achieve the Great Dao and be eternal and immortal?" Zhou Qing had a vague question in his heart. "The whole world is the Tao! As for skills, they are far away! Skills that advance to the Tao are also rare!" A section of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art flashed through his mind, and Zhou Qing seemed to have a little understanding, but he didn't have time to calm down and comprehend the mysterious art.

The ghost general dodged the attacks of more than a dozen golden armored gods. When the three pavilions were closed, there were densely packed ghost soldiers and military souls behind him. The whole passage was filled with gusts of cold wind, ghosts, black smoke, and heads flying everywhere. The fierce and violent aura suppressed the sword energy that was emitted by the sword formation and converged it. The Tai Chi diagram light waves formed by the sword energy vibrated. Just by the invasion of murderous aura, the Xuanmen killing formation set up by the two peerless masters actually showed signs of collapse!

The situation immediately reversed. The dozen or so majestic golden-armored gods were torn into pieces by thousands of wronged souls in a blink of an eye, leaving nothing behind! The three knew that it was probably unsafe to stay in this formation, so they all rushed out of the formation, facing the sword formation to avoid being attacked from the front and back. Xuanyuan Fawang did not dare to be ruthless this time, but carefully released the bloody hands of the living souls, instantly crushing several flying, hideous-looking heads of ghosts, snap! snap! The black ghost power burst out and was sucked into the bloody hands. Xuanyuan Fawang succeeded in one move, his confidence was restored, and his momentum soared. The bloody hands grabbed a ghost soldier who seemed to be less violent. He picked the weakest persimmon! Everyone understood this truth.

Although Wen Lanxin's technique of turning beans into soldiers was used by the thousands of military souls to disperse more than a dozen golden-armored gods, it was still effective. As soon as the spell was moved, all the gods blessed on the formation fell down and surrounded the surrounding military souls. They fought against the surrounding military souls. Those ghost soldiers obviously did not have the high martial arts of the ghost generals, and the two sides fought happily.

Wen Lanxin held the Ten Thousand Demons Banner and sacrificed the Demon God Image. He rushed at the weak ones. The Demon God Image bit them for a while, and with Wen Lanxin's own magic skills, the originally fierce ghost soldiers did not even have a chance to fight. They were all dispersed and sucked into the banner! The two of them advanced and retreated, or floated into the formation from time to time, leaving the surrounding ghosts empty-handed, and then their bodies were scattered by the sword energy. After this guerrilla war, more than a dozen military souls were instantly lost. Wen Lan's new demon form became even more ferocious. Originally, he only had a huge head, but after devouring several military souls, it actually condensed into half a body below, with bulges at both ends of the body, as if it was about to grow hands.