Is it the eyes the size of a brass bell that freeze the red rays?

If this is the case, then the ancient Buddhas should breathe a sigh of relief, but each ancient Buddha has a deep solemnity written on his face, and the reason is that the Zen monks know, and the blood color Zen also knows. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, a Zen monk wearing a blue and gray monk's robe also appeared in his inner world, looking at the quiet and floating red glow with compassion in his eyes.

Anyone can see that there is a trace of fanaticism hidden under the compassionate face of a Zen monk, and how can he not think about it, it was he who once accompanied his own smile and arrogance and the ancient clan to create a great cause, and his eyes were gently closed, because only he knew whether he was giving up the great cause for himself and abandoning the entire family.

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddha horn in the circular enchantment, the vast chanting of the scriptures sounded immediately, the six Buddhas were like this, and the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of a Zen monk also appeared on his face, and the blood color of a Zen did not have this calm, the whole face turned into plasma and boiled, obviously preparing for a desperate battle.

But the red mang didn't think of asking for his help, although the silent red mang was lonely, but it did always reveal a kind of coldness, a kind of unapproachability.

When the scriptures sounded, it showed that the ancient Buddha was not idle, and there was a huge seal behind each ancient Buddha, and the light emitted from it was much more dazzling than the ancient Buddha in front of him.

The world where Hongmang is located is a lonely world just like himself, and no Buddha or voice can get close.

The light emitted by the giant Buddhas was like countless thin arrows, shooting towards the red rays in the middle.

Hongmang has its own world, everything is not close to it, the closer the Buddha light is to the red mang, the more difficult it is, but the tenacity of the Buddha's light is terrible, it is still spreading inch by minute, inch by inch, and at this time, the sound of the vast scriptures in the sky is in vain, majestic, obviously the ancient Buddhas have seen hope, but with the intention of taking it with one blow?

A sneer: "If it's so easy, will it still be a 'demon'?"

It's not that Scarlet One Zen understands it alone, in fact, the ancient Buddhas should have known a long time ago that that thing would not be so simple, and they were just trying to hope.

Everything was expected.

There was no surprise on every Buddha's face.

And in their eyes, the wisps of Buddha light that pierced the 'demon' had stagnated, but the ancient Buddhas knew that it would not be so simple, and sure enough, they were not wrong.

The Buddha light closest to the 'demon' is strangely stained with a layer of blood at the tip, and the weirdness is not simple here, the blood color starts from the top and spreads backwards.

But the astonishment of the ancient Buddhas still did not appear, and the sound of scriptures in the sky was still loud.

"Hoo !!"

A strange voice sounded, and the faint red light in the red light overflowed, and the wisps of Buddha light were all reversed in an instant, and they carried the momentum of wind and thunder towards the ancient Buddhas.

And just when the abnormal sound protruded, the vast scriptures suddenly stagnated, and the face of the ancient Buddha showed a look of pain.

In the face of the roaring red light, before the ancient Buddha could exert his strength, the words of the seal behind each of them suddenly dispersed like a cloud of smoke, and instantly appeared in front of the ancient Buddha.

At this time, the wisps of red light were like raindrops smashing on the surface of the lake, and countless ripples spread on the seal words, but just like the raindrops falling on the lake, the seal words absorbed them all.

The sound of the scriptures stagnant in the enchantment sounded again, and the seal word rose and fell in front of the ancient Buddhas, protecting the surroundings, as if a pair of 'demons' had become sealed.

At this time, the faces of the ancient Buddhas were solemn, and there was indeed no disdain on the blood-colored faces, because he knew very well that every seal word was tailor-made for the 'demon'.

If you want to break it, you and the 'demon' have tried countless times over the years.

The final result is conceivable, he is still trapped here, and the demon is also sealed here.

And whether it is a bloody Zen or a cold 'demon', it will not give in, and the 'demon' also knows that if the iron wall of the seal is closed, then he can only lie dormant again!

And this time he had already made up his mind!

A strong blood light suddenly bloomed in the red light, and it was this blood light that easily shone directly on the faces of the ancient Buddhas through the seal words.

The golden face was stained with blood, and the taste on it also knew that the ancient Buddhas knew.

And now they are suffering with unintentional thoughts, because they know very well that the 'demon' is going crazy, and if he accidentally escapes, then there will be a bloody catastrophe, and I don't know how many lives will die for it.

The word 'swastika' appeared on the faces of each ancient Buddha, and the red light on their faces was also slightly suppressed, and the palms that were originally closed pushed forward one after another.

The profound Dharma poured towards the sealing words, and the sealing words did not isolate the red light because of the blessings of the profound Buddhism, and the red light could still easily penetrate and fall on the faces of the ancient Buddhas.

And the ancient Buddhas obviously didn't care about their own physical torture, and only valued the result of the 'demon' being resealed.

The sealing words, under the blessing of the Dharma, squeezed towards the 'demon' point by point, and the painful sound on the face of the ancient Buddha intensified by a point, and after a short distance in the past, the word 'swastika' that the ancient Buddhas had worked so hard to condense on the face also collapsed, and the golden face was instantly flooded by the blood-colored red light.

But even so, the Dharma surging out of the palm of his hand did not stop, and the seal words squeezing towards the 'demon' did not stop, but the speed increased by a few points.

Obviously, the ancient Buddha has been able to forget the pain of the body and the soul.

Can't do anything about it?

This was Scarlet Yizen's thoughts, because the seal in his eyes had been successfully closed, and the red mangs had been imprisoned in them, but he didn't have the courage to rush to help the 'demon' with the blood waves rushing all over his body.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he's tried countless times, and he already knows it's a powerlessness.

And just as the seal words were closed, all the red light could no longer penetrate them, and the seal was not like a simple red ray, but like a dazzling blood color.

The red light on each ancient Buddha receded, but the golden light could not appear quickly, leaving pale faces in vain, knowing that forgetting was just a profound anesthesia.

It actually hurts.

Laughter appeared on the faces of the ancient Buddhas, although it was thrilling, it can be said that it was basically the case every time, but every time there was no danger, but who would want to bear such pain every time.

"Is it over?"

The blood color of his body dissipated, and the sadness spread on his face, and he whispered, "'Demon', when can we leave?"

And the churning terrifying blood color on Yizen's body in this dense forest also dissipated, however, Yizen monk is also a persistent person, his hand did not let go of Han Xian's body, and he still wanted to drag his soul to his body.

But doesn't he think it's too late for such an effort?

And don't those ancient Buddhas think their smiles bloom too soon?

All the red light in the six-character seal suddenly disappeared, and a demonic big knife appeared in it, and the bloody Yizen felt that his heart was about to break.

How long I have been thinking about him is how many indomitable souls he has slashed with him. , It is because of himself that he can break through the ancient clans, and even after the seal, although he can still feel his existence, how can he have the charm he once had covered by the red light.

The blood-colored eyes are fanatical, and every trace of simple and delicate patterns on the big knife makes his heart tremble, and the ancient Buddhas are deeply jealous in their eyes, and the big knife with a square mouth and long handle inside the seal has a legend of smashing several eras, and every time he appears in the world, it will stage a boundless blood wave.

None of his true body has ever been revealed, but this time the ancient Buddhas will simply think that they are looking up to his majesty?

The color of joy receded completely, and the solemn color decorated the pale cheeks again.

There must be a demon when something happens, and they are still facing such a thing that exudes demons everywhere, and they are not allowed to be careless.

The more vast scriptures sounded in the enchantment again, obviously the ancient Buddha was not intimidated by the legend of the 'demon', and they didn't want to be sinners through the ages, they had to know that they had sealed him once, so what blood waves did he want to stir up after he had been sealed for so long?

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