Chapter 645: The Dispute of the Next World
Heaven and earth shake!
The Void Shakes!
In this world, outside this world.
Where no mortal can hear or see, they are shaking!
Both human and non-human were amazed by this sudden shock.
An illusory face suddenly appeared in the air.
This face, which can only see transparent outlines, is extremely radiant, extremely perfect, and breathtakingly beautiful.
But at the same time, it's suffocating.
It's obviously extremely beautiful, but it's even more terrifying than that huge void.
In front of this face, Da Xuan is not even as good as a little ant.
In fact, when this face appeared, there was an extreme fear on the bone surface, which had not experienced any emotional fluctuations since it appeared.
He roared, ignoring the green sting, the white demon and the Kurosaki Ichigo below.
Tearing open the canopy again, he dived into it, and closed the torn canopy, and the already fragmented sky was restored to its integrity, but the great void was gone.
He ran away.
"Oh, it's miserable, the old man's ancestral charm doesn't work."
The old man looked up at the terrifyingly beautiful silhouette and wiped the cold sweat that had fallen wildly.
Instead of making them happy, Da Xu's escape made people more frightening.
Not to mention the ancestral charm, even if the ancestors of the shrine are resurrected, it doesn't seem to work......
"That's ......"
"What?!"
Rukia's eyes widened.
I kept thinking about all the lessons I had learned, but I couldn't find anything similar to what I was seeing.
The mere ripples seemed to send the whole world into a violent tremor.
This terrifying fluctuation terrified her.
She had seen the terrifying spiritual pressure erupted by the captain of the eleventh team, who was known as the strongest spiritual pressure, in the thirteenth team of the Corpse Soul Realm, but in the face of this fluctuation, it was not worth mentioning at all.
Not to mention a captain-level figure, even in the corpse soul realm she knew, the first captain who was known as the strongest god of death in a thousand years, could definitely not be compared.
Kurosaki Ichigo carried the big knife and swallowed his saliva: "You don't know what it is?" Aren't you the Grim Reaper? ”
“……”
It's the Grim Reaper! He is not an all-knowing and all-powerful God......
"It's a holy monk!"
Two giant pythons descended from the sky and landed in front of several people.
There was a hint of joy in the dark cyan vertical pupils of the green scorpion.
"What?!"
Old man at sunset
"That...... This basilisk lord, the holy monk you are talking about can't be the bald boy inside, right? ”
"That face is a bald boy?"
"Bold!"
The white beetle opened its bloody mouth, and a fishy wind blew several people unsteadily, and they were almost smoked to death......
"You ......"
It wanted to scold, but suddenly found that he couldn't learn a foreign language, and it was estimated that others couldn't understand the scolding, so he was so anxious that he wanted to scratch his head with the snake's tail.
In the end, I could only use poor words and succinctly scolded: "XX drops!" Holy monk, big drop! You guys, little droplets! No nonsense! ”
“……”
(; ′?`)>
The scene became awkward for a while.
“…… Cough, okay, don't be ashamed! ”
Qing Zhen coughed dryly, and forcibly pulled back the painting style that was a little off: "That, I'm talking about the voice, it's the voice of the holy monk." ”
At this moment, the contours of the perfect but terrifying face in the sky were shaking and clashing, as if struggling, trying to break free from some kind of restraint, as if trying to get into this world.
The world was in the struggle of "her", and fell into a violent tremor.
At the same time, a voice had already sounded.
But because this sound is very peaceful, like a gentle wind and drizzle, it is everywhere, pervasive, and moistens all things in silence.
It's easy to ignore it if you don't listen to it, especially since the outline of the sky steals almost all attention.
After discovering it, they suddenly realized that if it weren't for this voice, they might have been frightened by the contours of that face, where could they talk and even laugh like now, unharmed?
"I want to give birth to a pure land......"
"All living beings in his country do ten good deeds......
"The body, mouth, and mind are pure, and there is no suffering, but there is ...... happiness"
"So ......"
"This land should be called the ...... of Bliss"
“……”
"Hey, hey! Basilisk, what is it? What's going on? Why can I understand? ”
Ichigo Kurosaki called out dead or alive.
“……”
Qing Meng has ignored it, and listened intently to the Sanskrit sound of "moistening all things in silence", almost the avenue.
It's clear that this is a big opportunity.
And although the white beetle thinks that the two humans are a bit hateful, one bite and one basilisk, it has the urge to eat people.
But when I see the appearance of my own boss, I can understand a little bit, be patient, and learn the appearance of the green stalk to hear it.
"If there are hungry ghosts, beasts, people, and beings from the four realms of heaven can smell ......"
"Four Immeasurable Bodhisattvas of Great Compassion......
At this point, the void suddenly brightened.
The pitch-black sky seemed to have a bright moon suddenly appeared.
Although it is a bright moon, it is brighter than the big sun, and the bright light shines everywhere.
At this time, the people who heard this sound, whether it was Kurosaki Ichigo and others next to the barrier, or ordinary residents in the city who were shaken by a series of strange noises but never knew why, suddenly felt inexplicable in their hearts, but they still didn't know why.
Only a small number of people have a feeling, and when they look up, where is the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, it is clearly a huge figure with four arms held high, like the Bodhisattva Buddha in the temple.
Although the face is blurred, it still makes people feel the solemnity of the treasure.
Strangely, except for these people, the rest of the people were unaware.
Whether it sounds like the Sanskrit sound that resounded in all directions, or the statue of the Bodhisattva sitting high above the head like the bright moon.
In fact, only a few people can hear and see it.
It is only these people who have "heard" the name of this Bodhisattva.
Sanskrit continues.
"There is no doubt in my heart, and I yearn for the wish to be born in this Buddha Land Pure Land, cultivate good karma diligently, and end my life should be free from the four realms, and I will be ......reborn in the lotus flower of the Seven Treasure Ponds of this Buddha Country Pure Land."
The statue of the Bodhisattva suddenly raised an arm, and a pearl in the palm of his hand was held high.
Infinite light blooms.
Suddenly, a light rain began to fall in the sky.
There is a strange fragrance in the rain.
"This Rain ......"
"It's so cool!"
Rukia Kuchigi looked up at the statue and muttered.
This scene subverted her previous perceptions, and for a moment, it almost destroyed some kind of belief in her heart.
When this drizzle fell, I was awakened by the rain that was so cold that it penetrated people's hearts.
"What are you talking about?!"
Ichigo Kurosaki suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, "Hot, hot!" Oh~! ”
The rain fell on him, but it was like boiling water, and it was unbearable for him.
But in the midst of the pain, he even let out a pleasant moan.
For example, the old man at dusk, the green beetle and the white snake, and the rest of those who heard the name of the Bodhisattva, all had their own postures and felt different when they were under the rain.
At the same time, the contours of the faces in the sky became more and more terrifying, and the struggle became more and more intense.
Just because "she" can feel that this is "her" last chance.
Break free from the cage and enter a new world.
It's just that the bright moonlight emitted from the four-armed Bodhisattva statue has always firmly fixed "her", and there is no longer an inch of progress.
The rain accompanied by the strange fragrance made "she" even more unwilling and desperate......