My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

“I have explained mindfulness of breathing to the best of my ability.

“When practicing the contemplation of impurity, one should distinguish the stages.

"The contemplation of impurity, the mindfulness of thought declines

"The wise know what I should say now..."

Ratan sat cross-legged on the back of the big dragon, with his palms facing the sky and placed on his knees, his fingers in the shape of picking flowers, his eyes slightly closed, like a Buddha who has seen all the sufferings in the world. He had obviously been banned from all supernatural powers, but with the operation of Buddhist verses and breathing, the blood in his body still emitted rolling heat waves, and some inexplicable energy gathered, condensed, and settled three inches below the navel. And so on.

The dwarf Gunstan shouted into the cold and violent wind in the sky: "Strider! What are you mumbling about?"

"The expedient means of the world are accomplished, and long-standing doubts and obscurations are eliminated.

"It can make the mind pure and tranquil, as pure as the void."

Latan exhaled like an arrow, and the distracting thoughts and impure thoughts from his body formed a stream of air, which dissipated as the Great Booming Dragon flapped its wings again. The energy in his body was still gathering, condensing, and sinking back and forth. He smiled lightly and said, "It's just the Dharmatara Sutra. Reciting it will help build the foundation. It's not something profound."

"The goddess of the furnace's hot cakes! I don't understand a word you said!" Gunstein grabbed his cockscomb hair, "What the hell is 'zhu ji'?"

"My brother Dorn often said: A tall building rises from the ground, the key lies in laying the foundation." Latan recited this jingle that Stinky Stone liked the most, "The so-called foundation building is to run the Qi, open the acupoints, open all the meridians, and make the body like a furnace, absorbing everything and refining everything. This is also recorded in the "Essentials of the Golden Elixir" - 100 days of foundation building, refining grain into essence, refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, refining emptiness into the Tao. Therefore, the way of refining is to refine oneself."

Yuan Qinglong laughed and said, "You are reading Buddhist scriptures, but you are practicing Taoism. Aren't you afraid that they will fight?"

Latan's Qi is still running: "Buddha is the Tao, and the Tao is man. There is no Buddha and no Tao. It is up to man to choose."

Colin's eyes were empty: "I don't understand, brother!"

Ahriman also shouted: "Can you speak human language?"

"To put it simply... I can practice whatever I want." Latan's fingertips swept across the restraining ring on his forehead. "All rivers flow into the sea, and all paths lead to the same destination. Don't be obsessed with appearances."

"Have you succeeded in building your foundation, buddy?" Dante asked loudly.

Latan: "Ten..."

Dante: "Ten?"

Latan: "Eleven, twelve, thirteen..."

Dante was dumbfounded: "Isn't it counting down? Why is it going up?"

"This is the number of times I have built my foundation. There is no heavenly rule that stipulates that I can only build my foundation once." Latan spread his hands, "The building I want to build is more than ten thousand feet high, so of course I have to repeatedly consolidate the foundation. And I can feel that as the number of times increases, the speed of building the foundation is getting faster and faster. Now I have built it twenty-seven times."

Minamoto Kiyotaka exclaimed, "Ah!" "How many times do we need to build the foundation?"

"It will be enough when the foundation building becomes more natural than breathing and heartbeat." Latan suddenly stretched out his hand, "The person I point to will change his breathing to manual mode!"

Colin choked and found himself unconsciously controlling the rhythm of his breathing. He beat his chest and stamped his feet, saying, "Damn it! What kind of evil magic is this!"

"This is not magic, it's psychological suggestion." Latan laughed, with a playful look that matched his age. "Even if there is no supernatural power, as long as you master the skills, you can still play with people's hearts. Isn't it magical?"

Carpenter did not join in the laughter and said in a louder voice: "Everyone, we can see our first destination."

Nuceria, once the British Isles, shows its steep coastline at the end of the Atlantic Ocean.

At the same time, countless garbage ships appeared - ships made of real garbage, with strange shapes, bright red paint, and incredibly fast speeds. Humanoid monsters with green skin and sturdy bodies drove the garbage ships, cutting through the waves, charging into the firepower network formed by the shore's close-in defense guns, constantly waving weapons that looked like scrap metal but had infinite power, and the weird and noisy war roars rose to the sky: "WAAAAAGH!!!"

"Green orcs." Latan's tone was half nostalgic and half disgusted, "These walking mushrooms..."

Lu Lincheng was stunned: "Mushrooms?"

Jia Kolar explained: "The genetic genes of the orcs are composed of a plant spiral and an animal spiral, which allows them to have hard green skin that can carry out photosynthesis and asexual reproduction, and they can think and act freely like animals. This alien is keen on war, and they are happy as long as there is a war to fight."

"Unless all the spores are killed, they can grow out of the ground at any time." Red Dog Airon curled his lips, "They are very troublesome and tenacious species, but they are the only ones that I can kill with pleasure!"

Koral realized something instantly and warned loudly: "Ai Rong! Don't--"

It's still too late.

Red Dog had already drawn the double axes at his waist, and a bloodthirsty roar broke out from his chest. He leaped off the back of the Explosive Tiger and smashed into a green garbage ship like a meteor. After a short silence, a large ball of fire suddenly burst out from the big hole he smashed, and the flames quickly spread from the stern to the bow. The entire garbage ship turned sideways and sank into the sea.

"You barbarians who don't understand human language!" Koral was furious, but after all, he was the Emperor's son who paid the most attention to etiquette, so he quickly calmed down and said, "Lord Magnus, what do you mean?"

"We have a legitimate reason to do this." Latan stood up and nodded to the people who were eager to try. "Since the green-skinned orcs attacked us with fart missiles, we must fight back tenfold or a hundredfold. Pay attention, the bigger the green-skinned orcs are, the stronger their combat power is. They also have a psychic power called 'the power of my thoughts'. As long as enough orcs agree on something, it will come true regardless of whether it is reasonable or not. The most effective way to undermine the morale of the greenskins is the death of the leader who led them to fight. As long as enough big greenskins die, we can win this war. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

Carpenter took off the heart-protecting round mirror from his chest and threw it into the air. The round mirror grew in the wind and turned into a floating magic disk. He jumped onto the magic disk with the jade staff of Yuanzhi in his hand, and the brilliance of psychic lightning leaped around him. Koral grabbed the handle under the magic disk and let Carpenter take him away from the back of the big boom dragon. While putting on the helmet, his eyes were like a hawk searching for the position of the greenskin boss.

At the same time, Red Dog Airon somehow climbed onto a fart-element missile, and with two strikes of his precision-crafted power axe, he broke the fart-element's arms, stepped on its head and inserted the missile's joystick into its eye socket, and then laughed wildly as he deviated the missile's course and crashed into another garbage ship.

There was a loud bang, and the fart missiles and the garbage ship exploded at the same time. Airon, wearing the Iron Cavalry Terminator power armor, jumped out of the fire intact. The iron halo formed a transparent and immaterial force field protection layer around him. His ferocious and bloodshot eyes were already aimed at the next target, and at this moment, a foot stepped on his shoulder neither lightly nor heavily.

Ai Rong immediately fell into the sea, raised his head and roared: "You damn pheasant!"

"I told you not to obey my orders." Kolar said calmly. He used Airon's shoulder to move dozens of meters in the air, and the white cloak embroidered with gold fluttered behind him, like the wings of the king of birds. The purple power armor with gold edges fell heavily on the deck of the garbage ship. Facing the green orcs roaring and rushing towards him, he drew his sword "perfectly" and set off a bloody storm with his dance-like movements!

At this moment, Koral seemed to have returned to the eternal expedition that spanned the Milky Way. He took a deep breath of the smoke and blood in the air. A blush of excitement appeared on his elegant and beautiful face. He raised his perfect hand and said loudly: "For the Emperor!"

Carpenter swooped down with the magic disk and picked up Airon who was struggling in the waves. Every time the Yuanzhi Jade Staff pointed in a direction, a dragon-like psychic lightning shot out from the staff head carved into a winged skull, tearing the garbage ship and the green-skinned orcs on it into pieces. He could feel the blood rushing in his body, the glands implanted in the surgery secreted a large amount of hormones, and the two hearts and gene seeds in his chest beat like drums.

"The Emperor's will is like a candle, destroying all monsters!" Carpenter raised his left hand, and a blue-purple demonic fire flashed in his palm, causing hundreds of green-skinned orcs to spontaneously combust without fire, turning into ashes and dust. "The blazing sun will shine forever, and wisdom will last forever!"

"You wizards just love to gossip!" Airon cursed as he looked for a place to stay. "Gonstan! Why don't you come down? Let's kill them together!"

The son of the chief of the Lonely Mountain Dwarves looked a little green: "Damn it, Goddess of the Forge! I can't swim!"

Airon jumped onto a garbage ship that had not yet been poisoned, and killed a lot of green heads while swinging his pair of power axes. Since he was not wearing a helmet, he wiped his face with the back of his hand. The blood faded away, revealing two glittering golden nails on his forehead: "Two ships, Gunstan! If you don't get off, I will kill them all myself!"

Gonstan hesitated again and again. Colin put his arm around the dwarf's shoulders from behind and said gently, "Do you know how my father taught me to swim?"

"What?" Gonstan regretted asking the question as soon as he asked it, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

Colin's body glowed with white light, and he smiled mysteriously: "Just like this!"

Nexter appeared and kicked Gunstan off the back of the giant dragon. The silver giant's war roar mixed with the dwarf's screams. When he was near the sea, he grabbed Gunstan and threw him softly towards the garbage ship next to Eiron.

The dwarf was as strong as a rock, and he smashed a big hole in the side of the ship. The howling of the green orcs and Gunstan's curses suddenly rang out in the cabin. After a while, the deck was split open from the inside out by a sharp axe. Gunstan got out in a panic, raised his two-handed axe, and shouted excitedly and angrily: "One ship! Take it down!"

Carpenter flew over Gunstein's head and left a message: "Seventeen."

"Witchcraft is just a trick!" The dwarf blew his beard and glared, "It doesn't count!"

Next to him, Nexter lifted a garbage ship from the sea and smashed it on top of another ship, breaking both at the same time. The weapons and fuel in the cabin exploded, and pillars of fire rose in the waves. The Silver Giant raised two fingers to Gunstan and said triumphantly, "Huh!"

Gonstan turned around and chopped off the arm and head of a green boy, pulling his beard and saying, "Okay, this counts!"

"Come up." The waves were surging, and a wingless dragon body covered with white scales emerged from the garbage boat where Gonstan was. However, there was no trace of ferocity or ugliness on its head, and it still had a delicate and gentle boyish face.

Minamoto Kiyotaka received a lot of benefits from Principal Ange, and "Blood Rage" was one of them. This was an alchemical technique that allowed mixed-bloods to forcibly increase the purity of dragon blood, but the carrier of the technique was not gold or silver, but the blood in the body. His Word Spirit, Ghost Victory, could control his own body, and with the blessing of Blood Rage, he could freely switch between human and dragon bodies.

The only drawback is that it consumes more clothes.

Gonstan and Minamoto Kiyotaka worked in perfect harmony. The dwarf was responsible for rushing to the deck to attract fire, and the white dragon was responsible for drilling into the bottom of the ship to destroy the keel. When the greenskins found that their ship was sinking so quickly, Minamoto Kiyotaka had already carried Gonstan to the next target.

At the same time, above the battlefield on the sea, the demonized Dante spread his wings and flew into the air, manipulating Ebony and Ivory. The firepower of the double guns embedded with alchemical arrays was no less than that of machine guns. He blew up one fart missile after another in the air. The Devil's Eye and Devil's Ear searched for the leader of the garbage ship fleet. After a long period of fruitless search, he returned to the back of the Big Boom Dragon and said angrily: "I didn't see the big green guy, buddy."

Latan put his knuckles to his lips, looking down at the chaotic naval battle below, his eyes narrowed slightly: "It's a bit strange. Although the greenskins have always had no discipline, such a tepid formation and offensive are not in line with this race's enthusiasm for battle. The most important thing is... they seem to be unable to get up 'WAAAAAGH'?"

Dante was about to say something when his eyes suddenly became stern and he looked towards the sky: "Something is flying over here! It's - it's a junk plane!"

Looking at those ugly flying machines that were enough to make the Mechanic Priest utter hundreds of GB of binary curse words, Latan frowned: "Bombers? Without the Empire's garbage to recycle, the things the greenskins have put together are so ugly that I can hardly recognize them. Their target is not us, but Nuceria - I see, I understand!"

Before he finished speaking, an invisible wave surged in from the Nuceria coastline. Except for Latan, everyone present felt that their emotional fluctuations were suddenly suppressed to an extremely low level, as if they would no longer react to any external stimuli.

The green-skinned orcs were affected even more severely. It was visibly seen that they collapsed on the deck like mud. The swords and guns that they never let go of just slipped out of their exhausted hands. No fighting spirit could be detected from them anymore. They all looked stupid with their mouths half open, as if they had really turned into mushrooms.

Then, hundreds of bright red javelins shot out from the depths of Nuceria, piercing through the green-skinned plane like a hot knife through butter. Countless long spikes burst out from the inside of the fuselage, crushing the green-skinned flying boy along with the plane!

For a moment, fireballs formed by the explosions of planes fell from the sky one after another, like a rainstorm emitting light and heat. In the baptism of the "raindrops", those bright red javelins were shattered into gravel, like a wide and grand red carpet, spreading from Nuceria to the front of the Big Dragon.

The tiger roared, feeling very uncomfortable with the suppressed emotions. Ratan comforted it and looked at the guy who was walking along the red sand path with a smile.

Angron, the Conqueror King, Saint of the Red Sands, Lord of the World Eaters.

He bared his mouthful of gleaming sharp steel teeth and opened his arms as if to give his brother a hug. A blood-red halo spun behind his head. His eyes, as bright as steel beads, quickly scanned the chains on Latan's hands and feet. He said loudly, "Magnus, what method did you use to prevent me from absorbing your emotions?"

Although it is a question, the tone is that of a statement.

Latan also laughed and said, "I also want to know what means you used to absorb all the greenskin's WAAAAAGH energy."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Latan and Angron both laughed loudly and stopped at the same time.

They both felt strange about each other, but neither wanted to reveal their secrets.

Angron winked. “You go first?”

Latan stood with his hands behind his back. “I am more curious about what happened in Nuceria that was worthy of you, the leader of the legion, coming out to greet me when we were besieged by green-skinned orcs.”

“You figured that out? You’re such a smart-ass.” Angron licked his needle-sharp metal teeth and smiled kindly. “It’s not a big deal… Do you know what the ‘heart-listening system’ is?”

Latan: “?”