"Interesting!"

Tang Xuanming chuckled, put away the knife and left, laughing all the way.

On Lingshan, seeing a demon zombie who can pretend to be dead, such an interesting thing is certainly worth laughing at.

After passing the black-faced zombie that made people laugh, Tang Xuanming obviously sped up, he had already seen the main road of Lingshan, presumably he would be able to see the corpses of many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas when he climbed the mountain soon.

After walking for another half an hour, Tang Xuanming stopped again.

It's not because I saw the Great Lei Yin Temple, but the mountain road in front of me has been blocked impenetrable.

A giant serpent was coiled there, the serpent was so large that it was like a small mountain, and the entire mountain path was blocked, and it had to be defeated if it wanted to pass.

Tang Xuanming walked forward like a leisurely walk, this giant snake was one point stronger than the black-faced strong man before, but for him, it was still fragile.

As soon as the long knife shook, he walked into the hunting range of the giant snake, and the eyes of the giant snake, which had been silent, suddenly opened, and the blood-red eyes were like two lanterns.

The snake head, which was bigger than Tang Xuanming's body, suddenly swooped down, and the huge fangs were hideous and terrifying.

"Look for death!"

Tang Xuanming's eyes froze, and the long knife suddenly slashed down.

Thundered!

The skull, the size of a house, fell to the ground and rolled down the mountain road.

The headless corpse of the giant snake instinctively twitched on the ground, the mountain rock cracked, but it gradually weakened, Tang Xuanming was on tiptoe, and he had already crossed the giant snake and continued to climb along the mountain.

......

"It's finally here!"

Tang Xuanming looked at the ruined Daxiong Treasure Hall in front of him, even with his heart, he also showed a trace of joy.

The dark and terrifying Spirit Mountain, the cracks like the fangs of the open beasts, and the never-ending fierce wind always make people anxious.

Now that he was finally able to see the familiar buildings, even he felt his heart settle down and then tense again.

Knowing the truth of Lingshan is that he clearly knows that having the Mahavira Hall does not mean that there is a Bodhisattva blessing, but that there is a dead Buddha and Bodhisattva in the Mahavira Hall.

Slowly adjusting his breath, until the momentum of his body reached its peak, Tang Xuanming slowly walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

As soon as he walked to the door, before he entered, a terrifying aura came from inside the hall, making Tang Xuanming's originally mellow breathing pause, and his thinking seemed to become slow.

I felt a heavy pressure all over my body, like a big sun falling westward, and the jade rabbit fell to the ground.

Kiss!

If the golden body is running, the knots in the body are uncertain, turning into the prototype of the universe one after another, breaking that terrifying atmosphere.

An old monk in a tattered robe walked out of the hall, his skin was dark gold, and the wrinkles on his face were criss-crossed, like the bark of a dry tree.

What is terrifying is that the dark gold on the surface of the body of this old monk who has already certified the golden body of Arhat has faded and turned into a dead gray-white, and the immortal gold body is covered with cracks one after another.

Tang Xuanming's expression was solemn, and there was a faint hint of joy in the depths of his eyes.

The long knife in his hand was put away by him and carried on his back, and in the face of the terrifying existence that far surpassed the previous monster, he flatly pushed out a palm.

Endless Buddha light bloomed in his hand, and one of the swastika symbols scorched brightly.

The golden-bodied Arhat, who had already turned into a zombie, had a fierce and brutal gaze at first, but when the endless Buddha light bloomed in Tang Xuanming's hand, his gaze became soft and warm again, staring at Tang Xuanming's palm for a long time.

Obviously, it was just a normal person's palm that was slender and powerful, with a pale golden color, but the closer he got to that arhat, the bigger the palm became, and finally it seemed to encompass heaven and earth, infinitely huge.

The swastika symbol in the palm of his hand bloomed endlessly, meeting the old monk's slightly confused gaze and swallowing him into his hand.

Burst!

Tang Xuanming lowered his head and looked down at his right hand.

In the palm of his right hand, a small dark golden dot like an ant raised its head, and it was the golden-bodied Arhat.

In the endless Buddha light, the gray-white corpse hair on the golden-bodied Arhat gradually converged and became calm.

A sense of purity and peace reappeared on his body, and at that moment, he seemed to have the Arhat fruit position again.

Looking up at Tang Xuanming, a smile appeared on his face, a golden flame rose from under his feet, and the immortal Arhat golden body turned into ashes in an instant, leaving only a pale golden relic in place.

Tang Xuanming lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddha number in a low voice.

"Amitabha!"

And before the golden-bodied Arhat finally turned into ashes, two lines of bloody tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.

Tang Xuanming couldn't help but sigh and whispered: "Ananda!"

But after a while, Tang Xuanming showed a happy look on his face again.

His speculation and ideas are real and feasible, on the spiritual mountain, the Buddhas who have been dead for countless years do not need to confront them head-on, these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who have practiced to the point of inconceivable even if they were reversed by Ananda at the most critical juncture, and suffered irreversible damage, and even the golden body of the Buddha Gate is transforming into a zombie-like terrible monster.

Even the Yama King of the Yama Hall would be frightened when he walked to Lingshan, and he couldn't imagine what a terrible blow Lingshan had endured back then.

But even if the characters above the golden body are eroded by the dead air, there is still the shadow of Buddhism in the depths of their hearts, which is indelible.

If an outsider comes here, of course, it will be extremely difficult, and it will be difficult for even a celestial-level figure to get out of here alive to withstand the attack of the dead Buddha and Bodhisattva.

But if you have a very high Buddhist heritage, you can use the magic power of Buddhism itself to make these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas recall the memories of their lifetime, and then become nirvana.

As for Buddhism, no one knows more than Tang Xuanming.

What he practiced was the supreme supernatural power of Buddhism, the supreme supernatural power left by the Buddha who was known as the transcendent Buddha.

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who use the Divine Palm to evolve these spiritual mountains are invincible.

The right palm was flipped, and the relics in it disappeared suddenly.

However, the grand real world on that side is becoming more and more stable, and there is a faint tendency to develop to a higher level.

The Pure Land in the palm of the gods.

Originally, one palm did not have the support of real and powerful power, but with Tang Xuanming's strength, it could evolve into a small space at most.

But now with the support of the relics of a golden-bodied Arhat, the strength suddenly soared, the space continued to expand, and the power was greatly improved.

"Go ahead!"

After pausing for a moment and a half in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Arhat relics were truly digested and stabilized, and in the pure land in the palm of his hand, Tang Xuanming stepped forward again, and paused when he passed by the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The hall is dilapidated, there is only a green lamp, the light is like a bean, illuminating the hall, and its interior is already empty.