"The poor monk does not dare to be rampant and say that he is doing the way for heaven, but the poor monk is still twenty-two calamities away from achieving ninety-nine to the truth, this is what my Buddha said, since the calamity is suffered on behalf of all sentient beings, then there should be a share of my Buddha, this is a matter of immeasurable merit, and please accept it with my Buddha."

When the words fell, Tang Sanzang stepped heavily, and the large spiderweb-like lines of the incomparably strong Great Leiyin Temple cracked, and Tang Sanzang's figure quickly walked towards the Buddha.

"Golden Cicada, since you have come to this, don't blame me."

If the Buddha and the twenty true Buddhas pinched the Buddha seal, countless supernatural formations burst out in front of Tang Sanzang, accompanied by golden light, lotus, and Sanskrit sound, and countless powers rushed towards Tang Sanzang, and its power ...... It's devastating.

However......

"Between square inches, there is nothing that a poor monk can't break!"

Tang Sanzang's right hand slammed out, and the muscles covered by the plain white monk's robe burst out with infinite power, and the "light of the righteous path" enveloped him.

Perhaps, it is difficult to defeat 21 true Buddhas alone......

In the past, Tang Sanzang was content just thinking about whether he could match the true Buddha of the Buddha with 100% of his own strength.

It's just that...... The poor monk's westward journey is already about to reach the last step, how can he retreat and hesitate?!

Since 100 percent power is not possible, then 12 percent, 15 percent, 200 percent, 1,000 percent!!

If the poor monk alone can make the Buddhas who have shrouded thousands of human races in the ravages of the demon race disappear, then it is not bad for the poor monks to disperse from now on......

General! Degree! Numerous! Bear!

There had never been such a moment, Tang Sanzang's mind when he swung his fist was so pure, as pure as the purest crystal in the world.

This punch must be won!

At this moment, Tang Sanzang seemed to hear the sound of blood gushing endlessly in his body, and the muscles with incredible power erupted with infinite power and gathered on the fist, even reflecting the divine soul, Tang Sanzang saw that his divine soul was also sublimating, and the divine soul swung out the fist synchronously, and Yu'er was hovering over it, maintaining, helping, and roaring......

"Boom !!"

Since then...... There is no roof in the Da Lei Yin Temple, and there are no pillars and beams, only a piece of flat land remains.

"Poof......

The sound of vomiting blood clearly reached Tang Sanzang's ears in the aftermath of the roar, and Tang Sanzang walked step by step, walking towards the twenty-one true Buddhas who were spitting golden blood from their mouths and their faces were withered.

"The Western Elysium that is not the ...... of the Western Elysium that the hearts of all beings yearn for"

"Knock knock~"

"Please also invite the Buddhas to go to the Western Heaven Elysium......"

"Knock knock~"

Step by step, accompanied by Tang Sanzang's footsteps like a dusk drum and morning bell, Tang Sanzang approached the twenty-one statues.

"Oh, golden cicada......"

If the Buddha reluctantly sat upright, he already knew that this time he didn't know why Lingshan had fallen into a catastrophe and couldn't extricate himself, and the words of the Western Daxing were either false, or the gods and Buddhas of the heavens were misunderstood.

Lingshan ...... Or it will be destroyed in the hands of the golden cicada.

Reluctantly, the Buddha made the three realms of the wisdom view of the source damaged, and saw that many immortals and gods in the heavenly court were blocked by Zhen Yuanzi, and countless Buddhas in the Netherworld were shocked by the King Bodhisattva of the Earth, and the Peacock Daming King was fighting fiercely with the Wuchao Zen Master, and as for the rest of the powers, they were blocked by the Su Bodhi Patriarch.

"It's really a golden cicada...... What a golden cicada......"

"I thought that your delusions more than 500 years ago had disappeared, but I didn't want you to leave all your back hands in the present dynasty and pin on the tenth reincarnation of the human race......"

However, just when Tang Sanzang paused and wanted to hear what the Buddha would say about the golden cicada, the palm of the Buddha covered his knees, and his fingers touched the ground, forming a "demon seal".

For a moment, the entire spiritual mountain shook violently, and the hundreds of millions of wishing powers were completely boiling and violently, erupting from Tang Sanzang's feet like a volcanic eruption.

Unlike in the past, when true Buddhas such as the Buddha mobilized some of them for their own use, this time, this infinite amount of wish power erupted out of control like a landslide and tsunami.

Is that...... I don't know how many living beings have gathered, and I don't know how many years of wish power have been accumulated, that is, it contains the thoughts and vows of countless living beings.

Just the moment of contact, Tang Sanzang felt that his brain was blank.

Compared to the resentment generated by the slaughter of the millions of demon tides by the Spirit Mountain before, those resentments were just small streams, and this infinite amount of wishing power was like the water pouring in.

In less than a breath, Tang Sanzang's self-proclaimed firm thoughts were washed away so that he didn't know what he was, and in a trance, he only felt that he was one of these hundreds of millions of thoughts, as if he was a drop of sea water that had melted into the sea.

The Mind of the Individual...... In front of the ocean of hundreds of millions of thoughts, it is too small.

Even though...... No matter how firm this individual's mind is, for hundreds of millions of thoughts, it is just a drop of relatively pure and pure pure water, but it is not worth mentioning.

With just one breath, Tang Sanzang's originally firm eyes slowly lowered, his eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and his divine soul was about to go with the flow of hundreds of millions of thoughts.

"Holy Monk Brother! Holy monk brother! Brother of the Holy Monk!! ”

In Tang Sanzang's divine soul, Ao Yu's divine soul was protected intact within it.

However, at this moment, no matter how anxiously Ao Yu shouted, Tang Sanzang did not respond at all, and could only watch as Tang Sanzang's divine soul was about to be slowly assimilated by hundreds of millions of thoughts.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering......

And Ao Yu, who was constantly roaring Tang Sanzang's name, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, but he subconsciously recited the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" that Tang Sanzang would recite to himself every night.

Ten years is like a day, even if Ao Yu has never memorized it carefully, he can read it out according to instinct.

"The relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true when you want to do it......

Suddenly, Ao Yu seemed to see Tang Sanzang's gradually assimilated, unresponsive spirit fluctuated slightly, and immediately recited it even more attentively, reciting in the same tone as Tang Sanzang in the past.

"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased......"

"Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, and even no consciousness......"

"There is no ignorance, there is no end to ignorance, there is no old age and death, and there is no old age and death......

In Ao Yu's crisp and familiar voice, Tang Sanzang felt like his own floating in the ocean of countless thoughts slowly turning into a small fish from a drop of water.