After Ning Chen followed the two Buddhist Sect King Kong into the secret room, the soldiers of the forbidden army among them were all shocked, they hadn't found anything yet, why did Master Hou come. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hou" The soldiers saluted and said respectfully.

"Well, you all get out of the way," Ning Chen waved his hand and said.

"Yes" The soldiers got up and immediately let go of the space in the secret room.

"Where is the slate, let's say it" Ning Chen glanced at the two of them and said flatly.

The two Buddha Vajra walked to the stone platform where the wooden niche had been placed in front of them, and said, "It's down here."

Ning Chen stepped forward and pushed the stone platform, but he still didn't move, he couldn't help frowning, and said, "Is there a mechanism?"

"No," the two of them shook their heads.

Ning Chen nodded, it's going to be smashed again, it's good, this is what he's best at.

With a sonorous sound, the ink sword was unsheathed, and then there was a loud bang, and the stone platform shattered and scattered all over the ground.

The stone platform shattered, and then dug down half a foot, and sure enough, there was a stone slab that was about to be broken, and the pictures and words engraved on it were a little blurred, and it looked like something of some age.

Ning Chen stared at the slate for a long time, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and the leader of the forbidden army not far away walked over when he saw this, and when he saw the content on the slate, he couldn't help but change his expression.

"Hou" The leader of the forbidden army said with a sad face.

"Needless to say, I have my own measure" Ning Chen waved his hand, interrupting the former's words.

On the stone slab, the origin of the golden short sword is written, this is indeed not a Buddhist thing, but a heavy weapon with a demonic nature, a long time ago, the owner of this sword and Buddhism had a great grudge, and used this sword to kill countless Buddha disciples and Buddhas, stained with endless Buddha blood.

In the end, the first abbot of the temple could not bear it, poured the power of the entire Buddha country, and killed the owner of the sword in a bloody battle for two days, and finally put the sword under the temple for three hundred years, and sealed the resentment in the sword with the great Buddha.

This sword is full of the hatred of the owner of the sword for Buddhism and the resentment of the 100,000 Buddhist disciples and Buddhist disciples who were killed when they were dying.

When the Buddha talks about the afterlife, the most taboo is the thought of resentment, this history has always been a taboo for Buddhism, buried deep in this dark underground, never to see the light of day.

After the seal of the Great Dharma, the resentful soldier has lost his original appearance and has become a golden Buddhist holy soldier, but it does not mean that the resentment inside has disappeared.

The method of lifting the seal is not clearly written, and the Buddha is not stupid, and he definitely does not want this magic weapon to be born again.

However, the first half of the slate has already explained that this is a resentful soldier forged by the blood of Buddhist disciples and Buddhist disciples, and now it has become a Buddhist holy soldier only because of this.

In other words, as long as the power of resentment is stronger than the power of the Dharma, the sword will be unsealed again.

Since the Dharma can suppress resentment, then resentment can also suppress the Dharma, and the Buddha and the demons can restrain each other, and vice versa.

It wasn't long before they had to deal with an Innate Buddha of the Three Tribulations Realm, and any bit of suppression would come in handy.

"Hou, there are Buddhists gathering at the foot of the mountain, and they are about to rush to the mountain" At this moment, a soldier hurriedly came and said.

"Hou!" said the leader of the forbidden army with a slightly changed expression.

"Say no more!"

Ning Chen raised his hand to stop it, then glanced at the soldiers around him, and said coldly, "Everyone go out with me."

"Yes," the soldiers respectfully received the order.

The Buddha of the Buddha Kingdom should have received the news, and he can no longer have any hesitation on the way back.

At the foot of the mountain, black and oppressive Buddhists kept coming from all directions, and just in front of them, there were already tens of thousands of people.

Ning Chen took three hundred soldiers of the forbidden army down the mountain, looking at the more and more figures gathered under the mountain, the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.

The number of Buddhists from afar was still increasing, and the three hundred soldiers of the forbidden army stood behind Ning Chen, silent, waiting for the order.

"You devils, get out of Foshan!" said a Buddhist disciple in the bustling crowd.

"Get out of Foshan!" the rest of the Buddhists scolded angrily.

The voices of tens of thousands of people were like thunder in the dimming night sky, deafening, resounding for hundreds of miles.

Ning Chen looked coldly at the Buddhist disciples who had fallen into madness in front of him, there was no anger, no pity, just calm as always.

Stupid and heartless people don't deserve any pity, compared to the soldiers who are still fighting bloody battles in Great Xia, they are worthless.

The voices of the crowd went from strong to weak, and seeing that the devil in front of them was still indifferent, the deafening sound gradually weakened.

At this moment, Ning Chen opened his mouth and said sarcastically, "In the eyes of your Buddha, you are a bunch of stupid talents, of course, in the eyes of Ben Hou, you are not even as stupid!"

Hearing this, the crowd exploded all at once, and the anger was instantly catalyzed to the extreme, and they rushed towards the mountain.

At the beginning of the conflict, Ning Chen's body moved, and the golden short sword in his hand slashed through a terrifying sword light, and suddenly, the stump and broken arm flew all over the sky, and the blood sprayed like rain.

"Kill, don't leave a single one," Ning Chen said coldly.

"Yes"

The three hundred forbidden soldiers received the order, and the sword light came out together, and they killed into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

After an instant, under the holy land, the sounds of fear came and went, but they couldn't stop the ruthless sword light.

The gap between ordinary people without organization and discipline and warriors is unimaginable, in front of the Mijie Mountain, there is only killing, naked ~ naked ~ naked killing.

Blood flowed loudly, and the soil was washed out of the ravines by the blood, spreading vertically and horizontally, reaching ten miles away.

Ning Chen stood on the stone steps in front of the mountain, sacrificed a golden short sword, and between his palms, the blood below continued to fly, and immediately turned into a golden short sword that rushed into the air with a waterfall of blood.

The short sword in the sky, the golden light is abundant, constantly resisting the erosion of the blood waterfall.

The killing continued, the blood flowed endlessly, and the atmosphere of anger, fear, hatred, and despair continued to spread, congealed in the blood, and a strong resentment erupted.

The Buddha light in the sword is getting stronger and stronger, and the resentment in the blood waterfall is getting stronger and stronger, and the two collide, and the piercing sound continues to sound.

At this time, the most tragic night of the Buddha country, the Buddha could not do it, but watched the Buddhists under the mountain being slaughtered by the devils of Great Xia.

The Great Xia soldiers have the strictest discipline in the world, and their absolute obedience belief has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and from the moment they received the order, there was no other doubt or hesitation.

The blood waterfall in the air became more and more majestic, and the Buddha light in it was gradually submerged by the blood waterfall, and it was difficult to reveal a trace of brilliance.

Three hundred miles away, the abbot of Du'e Temple and the three Buddha protectors all changed their expressions, and they were shocked by the powerful resentment in the distance.

At the same time, farther away, a thick look of worry flashed on Lime's face, and the figure swept by, hurrying towards the direction of Mijie Mountain.

Under the holy mountain, the miserable screams became smaller and smaller, and there were not many figures left that could still stand, and the golden short sword in the blood waterfall began to tremble, obviously at the critical moment of breaking the seal.

"Boom"

The next moment, the last brilliance erupted on the surface of the golden sword, and it immediately shattered, and at the same moment, above the sword body, resentment burst into the sky, rolling the surrounding blood waterfall to form a huge pillar of blood that penetrated the heavens and the earth.

The resentful soldiers appeared, and the rain of blood descended into the world, as if the heavens also wept bitterly for the catastrophe in this world, shedding blood and tears.

In the rain of blood, the resentful soldiers gradually appeared, the appearance of the sword changed greatly, a three-foot long sword appeared, the blood lines spread, and the demonic nature flowed, making people chill.

At the foot of the mountain, three hundred soldiers were bathed in the rain of blood, and there was no one standing around, and they knew that from now on, they would be the most evil people in the world.

Ning Chen didn't say much, let alone apologize, standing in the rain of blood, quietly waiting for the future Buddha.

Half an hour later, four powerful figures came slowly, and with each step, the earth trembled, these are the four most powerful Buddhas in Buddhism.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The four of them gradually approached, and all the corpses that stood in the way were shaken out, and the Buddha's clothes were not stained with blood, and they were extremely holy.

"You guys are in the way of the three of them" Ning Chen held the blood-patterned sword, glanced at the leader of the forbidden army, and spoke.

"Yes," the soldiers of the forbidden army respectfully received the order.

This is the final battle, and no one knows what the outcome will be, but they have no choice.

The three Buddha protectors at the peak of the Nine Grades are the most powerful people in this world except for the innate ones, and just standing there gives people a terrible pressure that is difficult to shake.

In comparison, the abbot of Du'e Temple seems to be ordinary, calm and introverted, without the breath of a warrior.

However, everyone present knew that this was just an illusion, and the Buddha in the world had proved his strength countless times.

Ning Chen stood in front of the Buddha in the world, without hesitation, without hesitation.

"Evil demons are outside, sins are monstrous, and the Buddha can't tolerate them, Amitabha!"

The abbot of the temple clasped his hands together, and a Buddha horn sounded, and immediately, the golden light around his body was brilliant, and the battle of the demons began.

"There is no Buddha in this world, there are only you bald donkeys who are hypocritical, my sins are punished by God, and it is not your turn to be bald donkeys."

When the words fell, the blood of the resentful soldiers in Ning Chen's hands was prosperous, and within ten miles, all the blood was turned into blood, covering the clouds and closing the moon, which made people feel terrified.

At this moment, the three Buddha protectors only felt that their internal breath was stagnant, and their Buddha power was blocked, and it was difficult to exert it.

"Providence!" the abbot of Du'e Temple sighed lightly, took a half step forward, and did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

At this moment, in the distance, a cyan shadow came in an instant and landed between the two.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," Lime said apologetically.

"It's not too late, it's enough to send him to the West Heavenly Face Buddha" Ning Chen's expression remained unchanged and said coldly.

The abbot of the "Xinkou Junior" Du'er Temple stepped on his feet, turned into an angry-eyed King Kong, and the Buddha's palm was captured.

When, the silver spear swung by, and the lime took a few steps back, with a different look.

The abbot of the Temple of Do'e is slow, and the strength between the moves is much weaker.

Although it is still powerful, it is not the absolute suppression that was unrivaled before.

Ning Chen added three points of strength, and said, "Don't think about it, this blood-patterned sword was once possessed by a supreme powerhouse in the innate realm, bringing together countless grievances, and it has a restraint effect on the Dharma of these bald donkeys, however, I can't last too long, I have to fight quickly, in addition, the flaws in the body of King Kong are in the position of Tanzhong."

"Understood!" Lime replied with a grim face.