However, at this time, the swastika that appeared from time to time in the palm of Ning Fan's hand suddenly emerged.

The swastika emits a layer of warm Buddha light, and the Buddha light condenses and finally forms a palm.

The palm of his hand slapped against the flames, and the flames that were originally on Ning Fan's body were instantly extinguished by his palm.

The face of the Buddha condensed by the original true Buddha relics that shone with the light of the Buddha suddenly appeared angry.

It seemed to be angry, and the swastika extinguished the power it emanated, as if to provoke it.

It shook suddenly, the Buddha's light was even more dazzling, and a flame erupted from it, shooting directly in front of Ning Fan in an instant.

Who knows, the swastika flew out of Ning Fan's body.

The golden flames were blocked at once, and at the same time, the swastika hummed, covering the flames, and the flames were extinguished again.

Not only that, the swastika galloped all the way, and in an instant it came to the golden round pill true Buddha relic, covering the true Buddha relic, like a piece of paper wrapping the other party.

The true Buddha relics are wrapped in swastikas, one moment big, one moment smaller, it is trying to struggle, it is trying to break free from the shackles of the swastika.

But how could the swastika be so easy to break free of?

Boom.

It may be that he couldn't break free from the shackles of the swastika, and the True Buddha Relic found another way, and instead directly emitted a ray of light.

Ning Fan felt that the Buddha was shining in front of him, and the surrounding space swayed for a while, making him have an illusion of the surrounding space.

No, to be precise, he entered another dimension.

Ning Fan looked up and saw that he was in a palace with strong Buddha light.

In front of him, there were eighteen Buddhas, dressed in robes, but the robes only covered their chests for a while, and their shoulders were completely exposed.

Their hair was like a disc and a pearl, and there was a small red mole in the center of their eyebrows.

One by one sat on a throne, and in the middle of the throne lay a golden futon.

They looked dignified, their faces were majestic, their hands were folded, their eyes were blazing, full of Buddha's intentions, and they looked at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan was suddenly looked at by these eighteen Buddhas, and felt a lot of pressure on his body, as if eighteen hills were pressed together.

Even breathing was short, and a layer of fine sweat came out of his forehead.

Ning Fan hurriedly gathered his mind and operated the true qi in his body, and at the same time, the blood-stained sword on his body hummed and trembled, and a blood-red power ejected from the bloodstained sword and flowed into his body, Ning Fan felt the heat in his body slowly fall silent, and at the same time, the fine sweat on his forehead slowly disappeared.

However, the eighteen arhats still did not take their eyes away, and looked straight at him.

"I don't care how the Buddha likes you, but the matter of the Buddha and the great cause of recovering the Buddha are by no means something that ordinary people can accomplish. ”

"You've got to get through it to really make me happy. ”

"I will pass on to you the Buddhist cultivation that I have gained all my life as relics. ”

"Are you ready?"

The eighteen Buddhas opened their mouths together, making it unclear who this sentence came from.

Or, eighteen of them are the same person.

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Where is this? What is it? Why can't I understand?"

Ning Fan was confused, he suddenly entered this space, and then the eighteen Buddhas spoke together, saying what test, which made him feel surprised.

"Buddha?

"Could it be a swastika?"

"Whether you think about it or not, as the person chosen by the Buddha, you must be tested by us. The eighteen Buddhas spoke again.

"Hey, I don't accept it, okay? I just want to get through this hunt. Ning Fan frowned in response.

"Hmph, that's not up to you. The eighteen Buddhas snorted coldly and spoke again.

Then they looked disappointed, "Buddha, could it be that this is the destiny you have chosen? It's just so disappointing, I don't even have the courage to challenge, what qualifications do I have? The future of my Buddha Sect depends on him?"

The swastika, which had disappeared from the beginning, suddenly appeared from above the space between the eighteen Buddhas speaking.

It radiated a dazzling light, and it jumped and slammed into the eighteen Buddhas.

As if besides, it's not what you think it is at all.

At the same time, it swooped and jumped in front of Ning Fan.

Ning Fan saw the swastika, twisted his body, nodded at him constantly, and shook his head.

He was telling Ning Fan something.

He didn't seem to open his mouth at all, but Ning Fan understood what he meant in an instant.

He was encouraging himself.

Ning Fan looked at the swastika and wanted to come to it to accompany him for many years.

"Hmph, don't look down on me. ”

"If you have any tricks, use them. ”

Ning Fan's chin suddenly raised, his brows raised even more, and a monstrous battle intent appeared on his body.

The swastika jumped out and stood in front of the eighteen Buddhas.

Rub.

The Buddha's light on its body flashed, and its entire body became many times larger.

It's just that the body has also strengthened a lot, as if the body has been flushed.

It took on the shape of a baby, and hands appeared.

His hands pinched his waist, his chin was slightly raised, and he made a clattering sound.

It's very spirited, as if to say, hum, see, my destiny is not what you think.

biu

The swastika soared into the air, fell from the sky, and fell into Ning Fan's body again.

"Hmph, kill me. ”

The eighteen Buddhas' true bodies shouted together, like a thunderbolt between heaven and earth.

"Our eighteen true bodies will conjure up an existence with the same strength as your body, if you can support half a pillar of incense under our attack, even if you win. ”

"But no one has ever been able to stand under our attack, more than half a cup of tea, Destiny, I hope you can support it, let me also see if the Buddha's choice is right. ”

The eighteen Buddhas once again came up with some words that Ning Fan couldn't understand.

A stick of incense, appearing out of thin air.

A clay pot also appeared out of thin air.

There was clay in the clay pot, and the incense stick swished and stuck on it, and a flame flew over, and the incense stick was already lit.

The eighteen Buddhas were true Arhats, and a weapon appeared in their hands.

The weapon is a pestle.

The blood-stained sword in Ning Fan's hand suddenly turned into a sword light and bombarded towards the demon slaying pestle.

With a bang, eighteen pillars of light thundered down like a torrential rain.

Ning Fan's body was directly smashed to the ground.

The ground was originally glittering with golden light, but it was made of jade.

When Ning Fan fell, thousands of cracks on the ground beeped and beeped.

"This ...... It's simply a second-layer strength compared to Ge Zhan Sword Baby. ”

"This ...... It's too perverted, isn't it? ”

Ning Fan was speechless for a while.

His actual combat strength can at most fight with the seventh layer of the Sword Pill for a while, and even under the master of the seventh layer, he can't support three moves.

The second layer of the sword baby can defeat him with one move, and even kill him.

Who would have thought that the eighteen true body Buddhas whose surface strength looked like the third layer of the Sword Pill could work together to send out the strength of the second layer of the Sword Baby.

It's beyond imagination, beyond the rules.

When Ning Fan scolded his mother for being unjust in his heart, he could have eighteen true body Buddhas, but there was no sign of softness.

These Buddhas didn't believe in the so-called Buddha's choice in their mouths, so they were very ruthless.

(End of chapter)