Hundreds of thousands of ghosts and monsters will be wiped out, and the entire blood abyss will be filled with infinite water, these infinite waters are like dream bubbles, ubiquitous, but difficult to touch, in every corner of the blood abyss, exerting their magical effect. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The charred earth and stones were all purified, the anger dissipated, and the light surged. Red Lotus, White Lotus, Big Red Lotus, Big White Lotus...... These four hell flowers did not wither because of the dissipation of the dark energy, but because of these Brahma nectar transformed by the dark energy, they bloomed more beautifully. Their flower color, under the reflection of those crystal blisters, blooms a magnificent halo in the flowing sky and water, intertwined with colors, like a goddess scattering flowers, dancing with strange colors.

However, a voice full of mockery also spread from the center of the blood abyss to all directions at this time: "I'm here to send you on your way now!" Are you ready? ”

The magic circle at the bottom of the blood abyss began to rotate, as if there was a click, and the entire space distorted. In the blood abyss, in addition to the hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers who had been wiped out, there were also tens of thousands of lamas from the two great tantric holy places of Samye Monastery and Guangming Mountain. At this moment, everyone heard the mocking voice and felt the rotation of heaven and earth.

With the young man's fire soul as the fulcrum, the power of Xuanwu slammed downward, straight into the bottom of the blood abyss, and then spread sharply along the magic circle that began to reverse. With a brush, the poisonous fire was circular and spread across the bottom of the entire furnace. The light of the fire went from the bottom to the top, section by section. What is it? All the lamas had a bad premonition, but they were already powerless.

The surging firelight was like the lava that had accumulated in the ground finally finding a breakthrough, and it was like a candle dragon hidden in the crypt turning its massive body. The infinite water began to tumble from the lowest level of the blood abyss, the heat surging upwards and the bubbles rising.

If just now these boundless heavenly waters were still like dream bubbles, real and virtual, then these heavenly waters have tumbled into boiling water with the heating of the lowest fire.

The lamas scattered all over the abyss fled desperately, trying to escape from the purgatory, which had begun to harvest life, but they were doomed to be unable to escape. The lamas at the bottom, swept up in the boiling water. The skin was white, torn, and constantly peeled off their bodies. Although it is the nectar of Brahma that can save people, after being boiled by the oven of heaven and earth, it is not something that flesh and blood can endure.

These days the water itself has healing properties, but only in this way everything that happens to them is even more cruel. The flesh is boiled in boiling water, but it is constantly healing, and the pain during this period can almost make people crazy. The intertwined screams came from below, and the lamas who had not yet fallen into crisis above felt an infinite chill from their bodies and hearts.

The oppressive fear could not stop the heat from below. The temperature around them was rising wildly, and the infinite water poured out from the void that could be seen but could not be touched, completely submerging them, and the boiling water carried them around rushing and impacting, and the pain of being swallowed by the boiling water was not at all endurable by mortals, but what was even more terrifying was that because of the effect of the water of Brahma itself, the pain became endless.

The boiling water is rising, and the people who are involved in it are howling heartbreakingly, and those who are not involved in it are already wishing that they will go crazy immediately, without gods and Buddhas, and there is no hope. Struggle, howling, crying, screaming, all of this became meaningless and finally reduced to a scream that seemed to have no end.

They longed for death, but death would not come, and even though the flesh had been completely boiled and turned into white bones, their souls still clinging to the bones, crying through the void.

With all their strength, the Venerable Master Samye and His Holiness Da Ri flew upwards, and they heard the screams of the other lamas, but they did not dare to turn back. Around them, the heat swelled up, forming a rushing cyclone, and the blood abyss was over, and so were their men and all their ambitions, and now they wanted nothing more than to save their own lives. However, even this last bit of extravagance is not an easy task.

As the most honorable Dharma King in the whole of Tibet, how could they have suffered such a tragic situation? In the three holy places, any person who walks out calls himself a Buddha. Every word they utter is equivalent to the Iron Law of Chrysostom. Wherever they passed, the ground was covered with gold brocade, and all the people were prostrate. Their dwellings were as luxurious as the imperial palaces of China, and they were always able to enjoy the right of the first night of the beautiful maiden and make it into a ritual vessel.

But now, they are like rats on the run, their skin already cracking and blistering, and the endless water is healing them.

Below was the cracking of bubbles in boiling water, and it was getting closer and closer to them. In such a catastrophe, their mana was useless, and they still haven't figured out why this happened. Where did that young man come from? Where does such amazing power come from? They don't know anything, and they are unwilling, but no one cares, just as they have never cared about the many innocents they have killed in the past.

In the distance on the other side, a woman kneeling on the ground and crying, hugged her arm tightly. Originally, she thought that believing in the gods would be enough to make her fearless, but she was wrong. She thought she wasn't scared anymore, but it was because she hadn't been exposed to anything that really scared her.

"Do you think that's the end of it?" A deep and vicious voice rang in her ears, "This is not over! ”

With a sneer, a little cold light pressed into her eyebrows. Suddenly, she seemed to be experiencing the cycle of life, and everything in the past, bit by bit, rolled repeatedly in her heart. Neglected, forgotten, looking back, she found that the best days of her life turned out to be the things she had despised and abandoned in the past, the love of her father, the tenderness of her mother, the filial piety of her daughter, all of which really constituted every part of her life, and the so-called gods brought her nothing but vanity.

But this is religion, and the so-called piety is nothing more than the fear that comes from the depths of the heart. She recalled the moment when she was planted with holy blood, as a mortal, in the dream she felt the powerful power of the holy phoenix and the existence beyond mortals, she was afraid, frightened, she had no courage to resist, so she armed herself with the so-called piety, so that she was no longer afraid. She finds noble excuses for her weakness, and then uses all the good things around her as a stumbling block to her.

But now, the doctrinal end of the world has not yet appeared, but she really feels what real horror is in reality. At this last moment, every bit of what has been experienced swarms in. She was in the midst of true terror, and thus longed for beauty, and found that all the splendor of life had long since been abandoned by herself.

"Father, mother...... Koharu ......"

Holding her arms, she curled up and fell to the ground, and the darkness rushed madly and swallowed everything she had.

In the distance, there was an earth-shattering roar, the stone pillars shattered, and the earth and stones cracked. It was the Samye Monastery Master who roared, the boiling water had already submerged him, and with his powerful mana, he struggled to resist the hot heat, but as the mana continued to consume, all struggles became useless. The flesh cracked apart under the steaming of boiling water, but it healed frantically, and the red-hot flesh tried to repair itself under the influence of Brahma nectar itself, and the result was only to further delay his pain.

He danced his staff in vain in a roar, the pieces of flesh on his body healing piece by piece, but piece by piece detached. At the sound of the scream, boiling water poured from his mouth and poured into his throat, raging his stomach. The mana of the talisman completely collapsed, the skin and flesh opened, and the boiled flesh and blood finally reached the point where even Brahma nectar had no time to repair, and his whole person turned into the white bones of Sensen, but the miserable white hand bones still held the staff and waved it weakly.

On the other side, the situation is obviously not much better. The cruel descriptions of hell in Buddhist scriptures are essentially nothing more than to intimidate ordinary people who do not respect the Buddha and promote the horrors of hell, but in fact they never really think that they will fall into hell one day. But now, the three smudges and five sufferings in the Buddhist scriptures seem to have appeared at this moment, and they are moving towards death, but death is not the end, but the beginning of punishment and torture for them.

Heaven and earth oven, boiling water. The two Dharma kings and tens of thousands of lamas were tumbling in the abyss of blood overflowing with boiling water. Their screams came and went, intermingling into the most miserable tragedy in the world. The poisonous fire burned ragingly under the entire furnace ding, forming convective waves of water that rushed up and down, and sank and rose again. They were up and down in such a torrent, looking at the past, white bones and mourning, but the young man standing in the middle of the blood abyss only sneered.

He was willing to be kind to those who had helped him, and he was willing to show a little mercy to those who had nothing to do with him, but he did not mind dealing with those who dared to oppose him, whether intentionally or unintentionally, with the most cruel means.

Princess Miao Shan and the little black cat floated beside him, looking at everything in front of him in shock. At this moment, they are more speechless. They are glad to be in the midst of this boundless purgatory, yet protected by mysterious powers. All the Jizo vents at the top of the blood abyss had been closed at some point, and the boiling water had been boiled into steam, accumulating wildly in this huge furnace, which let them know that this was not the end of the world, and even just the beginning.

In the south of Tibet, there is a high mountain, and the name of the mountain is called Satta. In the Buddhist scriptures, Satta means "monk", "saint", "master", and refers to a great bodhisattva who has practiced for a long time and entered the holy position.

Sata Mountain is in Tibet, and Samye Monastery, Guangming Mountain is listed as the three holy places, its unique secret method is called "Vajrasattva", and its practice is Vajrasa and Vajrasattva. It is precisely for this reason that the lord of each generation of Sata Mountain is also honored as the Vajra Secret Master.

This generation of Vajra Secret Master, named Safuga, is already extremely old.

At this time, Fu Fuhe was in a very bad mood. Although he is one of the three Dharma kings in Tibet, he has the highest position in Tibet, but he is dying, he uses all means to prolong his life, for this reason, he even steals magic skills, and takes the true yin of many Tibetan little girls, which is called "color and air double luck".

Of course, he knew that Samye Temple and Guangming Mountain had taken advantage of the unprecedented changes in China for thousands of years to collude with the barbarians and want to strengthen their power. If he had been in his prime, he would have undoubtedly been involved. But now, he's more concerned about how long he can live. The thought that when he died, all the glory and wealth would disappear, he was upset.

The words of reincarnation used to deceive those ignorant people, he himself has never believed in it, if it is really good and good is rewarded with evil, he does not think that he can have much good reward in his next life. He originally thought that he had enjoyed a lifetime, and there was nothing to be afraid of, but the more he got old, the more he was afraid of death.

He could even perceive the gaze of his disciples who looked at him with the wish that he would soon die to clear the way for their superiority, and they looked at him as if they were looking at a dead man about to step into a luxurious tomb, which made him more and more irritated.

But today, he doesn't even have time to care about his own life, because something incredible is happening in the back mountain of Sata Mountain. It was originally one of the vents of the blood abyss, but it was forcibly suppressed by the Vajra Secret Masters of the past generations with a magic circle. However, today, the abyssal mouth unexpectedly reappeared, as if the anger in the blood abyss suddenly swelled to the point that it was difficult to vent even the many Jizo vents.

If that's all it takes, forget it, after all, the ban and magic circle of Sada Mountain are still working. However, after the anger dissipated, a mysterious nectar bubbled out of the vent.

Safuga was helped to the back mountain, and looked at these visions in disbelief. Around him, tens of thousands of lamas from Sata Mountain also unconsciously surrounded him, looking at these mysterious clear waters. The water vapor swelled up, seeping into the void and spreading in all directions. It was already winter, and everywhere was barren, but suddenly, as if spring had suddenly arrived, patches of greenery were emerging from the soil, and flowers were blooming. The moisture seeped into Safuga's skin, and in an instant, he felt that he was full of vitality, as if he had suddenly become much younger.

"The Buddha has appeared!" "The Buddha has appeared!" The disciples shouted excitedly.

But he looked at these extremely pure heavenly waters, and he didn't know when he had long since been, as one of the three most authoritative kings of Tibetan Buddhism, he had long since stopped believing in Buddha and Bodhisattva. But at this moment, even he began to wonder if it was really the Buddha's manifestation?

The mountains are full of greenery, and the flowers and plants spread out into the distance under the influence of mysterious nectar, so that the entire Satta Mountain is like replacing it from winter to spring in an instant. And even in spring, Sata Mountain has never been so full of flowers before. But soon, the mouth of the abyss was closed again, and the water stopped gushing out. It's just that the surface, for some reason, is getting hotter and hotter, like a fire dragon turning its huge body under the ground of Mt. Sata, the ice and snow on the peak begin to melt, and the ground begins to rise and fall like a green carpet.

What is it? Ka Fuga looked at the vision in front of him incomprehensibly, something was not quite right. The relics in his body emitted a subtle sense, and he probed into the ground with Buddha power, and then his face changed greatly, and he desperately retreated.

Amazing energy, frantically gathering in the depths of the Jizo vent, and then ...... Erupt! (To be continued.) )