After Ning Chen followed the two Buddhist Vajra into the secret room, the Imperial Guards soldiers were shocked. They hadn't found anything yet. Why was Marquis here?
"Hou" all the soldiers saluted and said respectfully.
"Well, you all get out of the way." Ning Chen waved his hands.
"Yes." The soldiers stood up and immediately made way for the secret room.
"Tell me where the slate is," Ning Chen glanced at the two of them and said calmly.
The two Buddhist Vajra walked to the stone platform where the wooden niche was previously placed, and then said, "It's just below here."
Ning Chen stepped forward and pushed the stone platform, but it still didn't move. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "Is there a mechanism?"
"No," the two shook their heads.
Ning Chen nodded and started smashing again, right? Very good. This is what he is best at.
With a clang, Ink Sword was unsheathed, and immediately with a loud bang, the stone platform shattered and scattered all over the ground.
The stone platform collapsed, and after digging down for half a foot, a broken stone slab appeared. The pictures and words engraved on it were somewhat blurred, and it looked like they were from some time ago.
Ning Chen stared at the slate for a long time, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. The leader Imperial Guards not far away saw this and walked over. When he saw the content on the slate clearly, his expression changed.
"Hou" Imperial Guards leader said with a worried look.
"Needless to say, I have my own sense of discretion." Ning Chen waved his hand, interrupting the former's words.
The origin of the golden dagger is written on the stone slab. It is indeed not a Buddhist thing, but a heavy weapon with demonic properties. A long time ago, the owner of this sword had a great grudge against Buddhism. He used this sword to kill countless Buddhist disciples and disciples, and it was stained with endless Buddha blood.
In the end, the first-generation abbot of Du'e Temple couldn't bear it anymore and devoted all his strength to the Buddhist Kingdom. He fought bloody battles for two days before killing the owner of the sword. Finally, he kept the sword under the temple for three hundred years and sealed the resentment in the sword with the great Buddhist method.
This sword is filled with the sword's owner's hatred for Buddhism and the resentment of the hundreds of thousands of Buddhist disciples who were killed and the dying Buddhists. It can be said to be a very demonic weapon of resentment.
The Buddha said that in the afterlife, the most fearful thing is the thought of resentment. This period of history has always been a taboo in Buddhism. It is buried deep in the dark underground and will never see the light of day.
After being sealed by the Great Buddha, the resentful soldiers have lost their original appearance and turned into golden Buddhist holy soldiers, but this does not mean that the resentment inside has disappeared.
There is no clear way to remove the seal, and Buddhists are not stupid. They absolutely do not want this magic weapon to be born again.
However, the first half of the stone slab has already stated that this is a resentful soldier forged from the blood of Buddhist disciples and Buddhists. Now it has become a Buddhist holy soldier but it has been sealed because of it.
In other words, as long as the power of resentment is stronger than the power of Buddhism, the sword will be unsealed again.
Since Buddhism can suppress resentment, resentment can also suppress Buddhism, Buddha Demon, and vice versa.
Soon, they will have to deal with an innate Buddha named Three Calamities Realm, and every bit of suppression will come in handy.
"Hou, there are Buddhists gathering at the foot of the mountain, and they are about to rush up the mountain." At this moment, a soldier hurried over and reported.
"Hou!" Leader Imperial Guards's expression changed slightly and he said hurriedly.
"No more words!"
Ning Chen raised his hand to stop, then looked at the soldiers around him and said coldly, "Everyone, come out with me."
"Yes." All the soldiers respectfully accepted the order.
The Buddha of the Buddhist Kingdom should have received the message, and he can no longer hesitate on his way back.
At the foot of the mountain, a dark crowd of Buddhists kept coming from all directions. There were tens of thousands of them just before our eyes.
Ning Chen led three hundred Imperial Guards soldiers down the mountain. Seeing more and more figures gathering at the foot of the mountain, the coldness in his eyes became more intense.
The number of Buddhists coming from afar is still increasing. Three hundred Imperial Guards soldiers stood behind Ning Chen, saying nothing, waiting for orders.
"You devils, get out of Foshan!" Among the bustling crowd, a Buddhist took advantage of the large number of people and shouted.
"Get out of Foshan!" The other Buddhists cursed equally angrily.
The voices of tens of thousands of people were like thunder in the darkening night sky, deafening and resounding for hundreds of miles.
Ning Chen looked coldly at the crazy Buddhist in front of him, with no anger or pity, just as calm as ever.
Stupid and heartless people do not deserve any pity. They are worthless compared to the soldiers of Great Xia who are still fighting bloody battles.
The crowd's voice went from strong to weak. Seeing that the devil in front remained indifferent, the ear-splitting sound gradually weakened.
At this moment, Ning Chen spoke with sarcasm, "In the eyes of your Buddha, you are just a bunch of idiots. Of course, in my eyes, you are not even as good as idiots!"
Hearing these words, the crowd suddenly went crazy. Their anger was instantly catalyzed to the extreme, and they swarmed towards the mountain.
When the conflict started, Ning Chen moved, and the golden dagger in his hand flashed a terrifying sword light. Immediately, the broken limbs flew all over the sky, and blood spurted out like rain.
"Kill, leave no one behind," Ning Chen said coldly.
"Yes"
Three hundred Imperial Guards took the order, and with swords and lights, they rushed into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
An instant later, under the holy land, the voices of fear were heard one after another, but they could not stop the ruthless sword light from taking their lives.
The gap between ordinary people without discipline and warriors is unimaginable. Before Mijie Mountain, there was only killing, naked killing.
Blood flowed loudly, and the soil was washed out by the blood and gullies were spread vertically and horizontally, reaching ten miles away.
Ning Chen stood on the stone steps in front of the mountain, holding out a golden dagger. As he turned his palms, the blood below kept flying up, and immediately turned into golden daggers that Bloodfall rushed into the air.
The dagger rising and falling in the air was glowing with golden light, constantly resisting the erosion of Bloodfall.
The killing continued, and the blood continued to flow. The atmosphere of anger, fear, hatred, and despair continued to spread, condensing in the blood, and strong resentment broke out.
The Buddha's light in the sword became stronger and stronger, and the resentment in Bloodfall became stronger and stronger. When the two collided, there was a constant and harsh sound.
This was the most miserable night for the Buddhist Kingdom. The Buddha could not walk and could only watch the Buddhists at the foot of the mountain being slaughtered by Great Xia demons.
Great Xia soldiers possess the strictest discipline in the world, and their absolute belief in obedience has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. From the moment the order is given, there is no longer any doubt or hesitation.
The Bloodfall in the sky became more and more majestic, and the Buddha's light in it was gradually submerged by the Bloodfall, and it was no longer possible to reveal a trace of brilliance.
Three hundred miles away, the expressions of Du'e Temple Abbot and the three Buddhist Kingdom guardians all changed, and they were shocked by the powerful resentment in the distance.
At the same time, further away, Qing Ling's face flashed with a heavy look of worry, his figure passed by, and he rushed towards Mijie Mountain.
Under the holy mountain, the miserable screams became smaller and smaller, and there were not many figures left standing. The golden dagger in Bloodfall began to tremble, which was obviously the critical moment to break the seal.
"Boom"
The next moment, the final brilliance erupted from the surface of the golden sword, and then it suddenly shattered. At the same moment, resentment suddenly rose into the sky from the sword body, rolling around Bloodfall to form a huge column of blood that penetrated the heaven and earth.
Resentful soldiers appeared and rain of blood descended on the world, as if God also wept bitterly for this catastrophe in the world and shed tears of blood.
In the blood rain all over the sky, the resentful soldiers gradually appeared, and the appearance of the sword changed drastically. A three-foot long sword appeared. Blood lines spread, and the demonic nature flowed, making people feel chilled all over.
Under Mijie Mountain, three hundred soldiers were bathed in the rain of blood, with no one standing around them. They knew that from now on, they were the most sinful people in the world.
Ning Chen didn't say much, let alone apologize. He stood in the rain of blood, quietly waiting for the future Buddha.
Half an hour later, four powerful figures came slowly. Every step they took made the earth tremble. These were the four most powerful Buddhas in Buddhism.
"Bang bang bang bang bang"
The four people gradually approached, and all the corpses blocking the road along the way were blown away. The Buddha's clothes were not stained with blood, and they were extremely holy.
"You are blocking the three of them," Ning Chen held Blood-Patterned Sword, glanced at the leader Imperial Guards, and said.
"Yes"Imperial Guards officers respectfully accepted the order.
This is the final battle, and no one knows what the outcome will be, but they have no choice.
The three peak ninth-grade Buddhist Kingdom protectors are among the most powerful people in the world. Just standing there gives people a terrifying pressure that is hard to shake.
In comparison, Du'e Temple Abbot appears more ordinary, calm and restrained, without the aura of a warrior.
However, everyone present knew that this was just an illusion. The Buddha in the world had proven his power countless times.
Ning Chen stood in front of Human Buddha without hesitation or hesitation.
"Evil demons, heretics, and sins are so overwhelming that Buddha cannot tolerate them, Amitabha!"
Du'e Temple Abbot put his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name. Immediately, the whole body was covered with golden light, and the battle of Demon Slaying began.
"There is no Buddha in this world, there are just you bald donkeys who are hypocritical and hypocritical. My sins will be punished by God, and it will not be your turn."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bloody soldiers in Ning Chen's hands were filled with blood. Within ten miles, all the blood was gone, covering the clouds and closing the moon, which made people feel frightened.
At this moment, the three Buddhist Kingdom protectors only felt that their inner breath was stagnant, and the power of the Buddha was blocked and difficult to use.
"Heaven's Will!" Du'e Temple Abbot sighed softly and took a half step forward, no longer concealing the murderous intent in his eyes.
At this moment, from a distance, a green silhouette came over in an instant and landed between the two of them.
"Sorry, I'm late," Qing Ling said apologetically.
"It's not too late, it's enough to send him to the Buddha in the West," Ning Chen said in a cold voice without changing his expression.
"Junior Xinguo" Du'e Temple Abbot stepped on his foot and transformed into a angry-eyed Vajra, and was captured by the Buddha's palm.
Suddenly, the silver gun light flashed past, and Qing Ling took a few steps back, with a different look on his face.
Du'e Temple Abbot is slower, and the power between moves is also much weaker.
Although it is still powerful, it is not the absolute suppression that cannot be matched before.
Ning Chen boosted the three-point power body and said, "Don't think too much, this Blood-Patterned Sword was once owned by a very strong Xiantian Realm. It gathered countless resentments and has a restraining effect on these bald donkeys' Dharma. However, I can't hold on for too long, so I have to fight quickly. In addition, Indestructible Vajra Body's flaw is in the middle of the sand."
"Understood!" Qing Ling responded with a solemn expression.