The calm tone and low chanting of poems seemed ordinary at first, but against the roar of the waves of the endless sea of blood and the collapse and annihilation of many Buddhist lotuses before, they seemed particularly sharp. Every word, like a heavy hammer striking the air, hit the hearts of the Bodhisattvas and Arhats heavily, making their hearts sink.
A seemingly middle-aged man, monk, with a big black beard, a half-dressed monk's robe, and a huge rosary hanging around his neck, clasped his hands together and said angrily, "Who is this evildoer who dares to cause trouble here and deceive us!!!"
"Hurry up—show yourself!"
With a loud shout, the sound was like thunder, the spiritual spirit spread outwards, stimulating the vitality, but turned into a lion in the void, raised its head and roared, the ripples gathered and smashed, causing a wave that had just been swept by the blood sea to break up in an instant. Immediately, two streams of light, one left and one right, crisscrossed and circled, tearing the void of the blood sea, and smashed forward.
A Bodhisattva on the left concentrated his attention and suddenly struck out with a palm. The boundless Dharma and vast light were printed forward.
The Arhats on the right join forces to form the thunder Lion's Roar.
It turned out that it was the power of all the monks who defeated the two streams of light. The faces of the monks showed joy, but they saw that the stream of light dispersed, and the two objects were stuck upside down on the ground. They were simple in color, had fine lines on them, and were ink-colored. They were actually two scabbards!
The expression of the Bodhisattva who was previously the Buddhist wrathful Lion's Roar slowly solidified little by little, and there was boundless horror in his eyes.
"Just relying on the scabbard, it has such great power..."
A Dao Sword was bright and brilliant, tearing apart the waves of the blood sea. The hundreds of meters of waves that exploded seemed to have lost their power and fell downwards. The splashing light was almost as clear as ruby. An indifferent voice sounded slowly:
"Treading the discipline of calamity, dividing life and death."
"All gods will perish, and the winner will be my name."
"The long sword drinks blood, and this body kills without guilt!"
The sword light is folded, pure and comfortable, wearing a dark red Daoist robe, fluttering in the wind, blood jade hairpin, making the ends of the long ink hair have a little scarlet color, Qi WuHuo originally did not fit well These two swords, but what he had just seen and learned, shocked his heart so much that it murderous intent grew stronger, and he could almost feel the arrogant intention in the sea of blood.
The world is so big! The six realms are infinite!
Endless enemies, endless enemies!
I used to think that the impulse to recite poems left by Great Dao Lord Yuchen was a bit strange after all, and I always felt embarrassed afterwards. However, now that I have transformed into Primordial Blood clone, wielding Blood Sea Ancestor's basic double blood sword, Qi WuHuo, who has a somewhat deviated personality, feels that this poem is just right, just right, and simply the best!
Otherwise, how can I express my heart to murderous intent!
"The sea of blood is churning, trying to swallow up all directions. Could it be that this formation is..."
One old monk suddenly recalled a certain ancient scripture that he had seen in the past, and realized what this sign represented. He exclaimed and said, "This is, Old Blood Sea..."
"Please stop!!!"
The sea of blood was churning, and those monk seemed to want to say something. The Daoist raised his swords slightly, and the more than three hundred Yuqing Primordial true talismans left earlier were all activated in an instant. The majestic Yuan Qi that had gathered suddenly spread out, and poured directly into the sea of blood in one breath, giving Qi WuHuo direct power beyond the upper limit of the Qi that could be mobilized at this level.
Although he practices the Shangqing Dharma, the power of the Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable lineage is also used under this foundation.
The Three Purities are originally the Tao, so why should we divide them into three schools?
The sea of blood was churning, and the power was too fierce and terrifying. The expression of the Bodhisattva changed drastically, and he said anxiously, "The person on the other side may be the disciple of Daoist Ancient Blood Sea. This Sword Qi is too powerful. Many fellow practitioners will work together to suppress this Blood Sea Dao Lord first!"
old monk, who looked kindly, spoke again and said quickly, "Remember, remember!"
"Don't kill him!"
"He killed so many people. If he could be saved universally, it would be an immeasurable merit of Buddhism. And this body of flesh and blood, isn't it rare [Physical Body Buddha]! Being able to turn this fierce person into a sutra chanter in front of my Buddha, doesn't it prove that my Buddha's power is boundless and Divine Ability is vast?"
A dozen Bodhisattvas each demonstrated Dharma and mobilized the ritual. In an instant [Lantuo Temple], Buddha light was so blazing that it soared into the sky. The sound of endless people chanting Buddhist scriptures filled the sky and the earth. Flowers fell from the sky and golden lotuses surged from the ground. However, when the ritual was at its peak, it suddenly seemed to collapse and made bursts of strange noises.
Immediately, the bright Buddha light stagnated for an instant, and then began to shake at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ritual matters are the most precise.
It requires the right time and place, a lot of coordination, a little carelessness in the specifications, and many loopholes will appear in the transmission and change of Qi. Previously, Qi WuHuo first destroyed many Magic Artifact, and then destroyed the Physical Body Buddha statues, which is equivalent to cutting two dazzling and huge ferocious cracks directly on the ritual track.
The rituals of all Buddhas lose their harmony in an instant, but they can be restored even if it only takes an instant.
But when True Lord fights, he can shoot thousands of swords with just a thought, and Sword Qi can penetrate the void.
This moment of time is already an extremely fatal vulnerability for the True Lord level. Qi WuHuo holds the sword in both hands and outlines the scene of the blood river. In just an instant, he has already swung the sword!
The long sword is clear and clear, it can kill all things, without being affected by cause and effect, Tribulation Sword·Three!
The broad sword is thick and turbid, carrying out sins and murders, Tribulation Sword·One!
The two swords intertwined, outlining the foreign objects, and the vitality swarmed in, followed by the blood river. In the eyes of the Bodhisattvas monk, there was a moment of lag for Buddha light, and the next moment, this extremely domineering blood river roared and roared, as if it had turned into two horses, and rushed towards them.
In an instant, Buddhism was destroyed!
Buddha light eliminated!
The filth in the sea of blood is the most damaging to the pure spiritual light!
The endless sea of blood actually swallowed up this [Lantuo Temple].
The blood-robed Daoist's eyes were slightly narrowed and his voice was calm:
"Cut."
Boom!!!!
The sea of blood rises like wild waves!
Previously, Qi WuHuo saw the place where hundreds of survivors were.
Those young children didn't know that old monk had passed into nirvana, but the elders knew it well. After that person left, there was a feeling that they were trapped in this dangerous place, but they were helpless and had nothing to hope for. Although the person showed great sympathy for them, after he left, these Human Heart were somewhat worried.
They are afraid, afraid that the person will never come back; afraid that the person will just deceive them.
In fact, he had already fled for his life.
In such a dangerous environment, life is like a candle that is about to be extinguished. The fire of reason can no longer illuminate the mixed thoughts in the heart. Under the extreme uneasiness and fear, thoughts continue to emerge one after another. They subconsciously shrink their bodies, move closer to the body of old monk, shrink together, and all of them lower their heads, waiting for the next step of fate.
The atmosphere here seems to be more depressing than before.
Not only did people stop talking, but even their breathing slowed down subconsciously.
Waiting--
Accompanied by the sound of water dripping from nowhere, time passed slowly, and the silence here became deeper and deeper. People cuddled with each other and did not speak. Suddenly, only a loud bang was heard, and the place suddenly trembled, accompanied by waves of subconscious exclamations.
People crowded together tightly and saw the majestic, splendid and luxurious temple complex outside collapsing amid violent tremors. The temple collapsed and was annihilated. The originally gorgeous and hard walls seemed to be unable to withstand the impact of some powerful force, and actually began to tear out cracks. The cracks spread and spread in front of them instantly.
At this moment, the snow-white walls spread far and wide, the golden temple collapsed, and the golden characters were annihilated one by one.
And cracks bursting out on the white wall.
The people clinging to the dead old monk.
It forms an extremely depressing, vivid, yet intensely tense picture.
This moment seemed to last for a long time, and it also seemed to be just a short moment.
A child, a child who had never been outside, grabbed a small stone and threw it towards the tall, white, holy monastery wall. He was not very strong, and the small stone flew out of the light barrier, hit the tall and solid wall, and then fell gently to the ground with a crisp sound.
The child's innocent eyes widened, but he looked ahead with anger.
The next moment--
Suddenly, a small stone fell down on the white holy wall with countless cracks blooming densely. The cracks spread towards the sides and surroundings. Stones fell one after another, and the blood-colored sea water rushed in, pushing against the tall and holy wall. The flowers that collapsed and burst out in an instant seemed to be flowers blooming in the sea of blood.
The sea of blood, the annihilated Buddha light, and the distant blue sky.
All of them came into the eyes of these people.
Let them be crazy for a while.
Boom!!!
And at that moment when I was immersed in seeing the beauty of the outside world, the boundless sea of blood rolled up, as if falling from the sky, carrying countless boulders, carrying the bronze bells of the huge temple, and the Buddha statues, all smashing down here, so old man hugged the child, and the adult subconsciously protected old man, like a lotus.
The outstretched arms hugged each other layer by layer, and in the middle was the corpse of the dead old monk.
That's all.
Buddhism is here.
People tensed their bodies, but the expected severe pain did not come. The faint golden stream of light spread out, and the bloody sea rolled up with huge rocks and broken Buddha statues, flowed towards both sides, and bombarded different places. The blue sky and sunshine fell warmly on them.
For a moment, I couldn't believe it, and I was a little stunned.
It suddenly became quiet here.
The child who was born here patted the dead old monk's arm, pointed outside and chuckled:
"Look, look, what a big Buddhist temple roof, so high and far away, and such big walls!"
"Look quickly!"
People had sour noses and wanted to tell the child.
That is the sky, that is the mountain.
It's this world.
And old monk is already dead.
But they raised their heads, as if it was an illusion. Monk, who had lowered his eyebrows and died, suddenly relaxed, his frowning eyebrows relaxed, and there was a slight smile of relief at the corner of his mouth, and his palms fell to the ground.
It only stirred up a bit of dust.
On the other side, the battle is still going on, but it seems to be over.
Countless Buddha statues were broken, and [Lantuo Temple] seemed to have lost its original purity and ease. The thousands of years of purity had been corroded by the surging, boundless sea of blood, and the bluestone bricks and tiles were corroded and broken.
Fighting is never just a matter of realms.
Moves, timing, momentum, mentality, and determination can all determine the outcome of a battle.
And here, this battle!
Use Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable True Disciple to build up momentum, use Ancient Blood Sea to fight, and use Supreme Pure Spirit Treasure Celestial Venerable to strike out with the sword passed down from generation to generation.
Also, as the son of Emperor Wa, in the human world, using Human Dao Destiny confronts the enemy who wants to plot Human Dao Destiny.
Countless elements have been stacked up. Qi WuHuo Even an ordinary Daoist can check and balance the level of a practitioner. Just talking about the general trend, this time is second only to the battle where he rode a green bull and set off thousands of miles purple qi to destroy the Buddha. What he saw before his eyes was a majestic sea of blood, as straight as the ocean.
But it's just like this [The general trend is mine], it's so majestic.
Just as he was preparing several moves, several Bodhisattvas dared to stand in front of his Tribulation Sword.
He died immediately under the violent waves of Sword Qi.
It is difficult for the Tribulation Sword to defeat Taiyi, and it can have a killing effect on powerful enemies such as Primordial Celestial Venerable and Gou Chen and Hou Tu.
But it is only a normal move for Three Pure Ones and Four Emperors.
For high-end products, it can almost be called--
Must kill!
The bodies of those Bodhisattvas fell into the sea of blood, and the sea of blood rolled up. The golden bodies of the Bodhisattvas disappeared and were swallowed up by the sea of blood. The sea of blood was churning, and they were extremely lively and joyful, and their momentum was even stronger.
If the Bodhisattva is like this, let alone the other Arhat Vajras and even the ordinary Buddhist practitioners.
There were heavy casualties.
However, it is your own fault.
The old Bodhisattva from before was stunned and lost consciousness, and his body was trembling slightly.
He saw fellow practitioners die tragically, saw the violent waves of the sea of blood, saw the Daoist step into the sea of blood, his swords were pure, and the fellow practitioners around him sank into the sea of blood, and their bodies turned into bloody water. The old Bodhisattva's body trembled, uncontrollably, and murmured, "Blood Demon...Pāpīyas..."
"Are you, are you Ancient Blood Demon?!!"
"With such momentum and power, you are not his descendant, you are him!"
"You are that Ancient Blood Demon!!!"
"Shouldn't you die by Supreme Pure Spirit Treasure Celestial Venerable's sword?! How come you're still alive?!"
"O Buddha, the evildoer is here. Please take action to destroy this evil demon. Destroy this evil demon!!!"
The blood-robed Daoist held his two swords and looked at [Lantuo Temple], which collapsed and annihilated in front of him and was shrouded in the sea of blood. There were monk around who died in battle, and there were also monk who wanted to escape, but were bound by the boundless waves of the sea of blood. They were pulled hard and were submerged. They struggled in the blood and quickly disappeared.
The old Bodhisattva put his hands together and chanted Buddhist scriptures, Buddha light, and ascended.
Qi WuHuo was about to draw his sword, but was suddenly startled.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked toward the west.
A pure and majestic meaning appeared, presenting the boundless and vast artistic conception of Buddhism, and then separated into the sky -
Point directly at Qi WuHuo!
It's Buddha!