No one knows what the original name of Lingshan was, since the establishment of Buddhism, the name of Lingshan has continued to spread far and wide with the growth of Buddhism, and now it is well-known in the entire Metaverse.

After many years of uninterrupted development of Buddhism, Lingshan has a strong aura, a forest of skillful peaks, a magnificent palace, and rare spiritual grasses that are rare to see outside are almost everywhere here, and there are countless rare and exotic beasts, which is why Qin Yun was amazed and amazed when he first came to Lingshan.

It's truly a fairyland on earth!

At this time, in Lingshan, those rare elixirs were almost pulled out clean, and there was not much left, and they were refined into pills by Buddhism and transported to the front line early. Although the exotic beasts had escaped earlier, they had fallen in batches at this time, and their corpses were scattered all over the field like those monks, with stumps, broken arms and scattered internal organs scattered in all corners of the Spirit Mountain. Countless tall halls were destroyed, ruins and broken walls, and the flames that rose to the sky illuminated almost the entire sky, and the original Buddhist holy land had been rendered into a hell on earth by blood and slaughter at this time.

Qin Yun calmly stepped over the hideous corpse under his feet and walked towards the top of Lingshan Mountain. He was accompanied only by a dozen or so Dingjun cavalry, and the other Dingjun cavalry had already rushed forward early, and began to kill mercilessly and quickly.

In today's situation, there is no need for Qin Yunduo's command, the progress of the three-way army is very smooth, the weak resistance has been ruthlessly crushed, countless monks have been wantonly slaughtered, spirit beasts have been slaughtered, the temple has been destroyed, and the holy land of Buddhism in the past, the fairyland on earth is like a blood, fire and hell at this time......

Qin Yun was unaware of everything in front of him, his current goal was to rejoice the Buddha, the only remaining powerhouse of the half-step avenue realm of the Buddha Gate.

Although Qin Yun had already killed Rulai, this did not mean that he would underestimate the Joy Buddha, any half-step Dao realm powerhouse should not be underestimated, otherwise he would be joking with his own life. There were too many coincidences and coincidences to kill Rulai, and Qin Yun and Dingjun were just the last straw that broke the camel's back, and they could not become the embodiment of Qin Yun's true strength.

And the Buddha of Joy is the whetstone that Qin Yun is ready to test his true strength.

The time, the place, the people are all there, and the army is on the side, so if you don't take advantage of the situation to sharpen and test, do you really have to go to the waves in a desperate situation?

Qin Yun's speed of progress was neither fast nor slow, the aura on his body had remained in a steady state, and his mind was unwavering. With each step he took, his momentum became stronger; Every time he walked a section, his momentum went up a new level; When he stepped into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, it was the time when his own momentum reached its peak, and it was also the time when his own strength reached its peak.

As soon as you make a move, it will be shocking and the wind and clouds will change color!

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Inside the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The Buddha of Joy and the Black Shadow have been in a stalemate for more than a cup of tea, but they still haven't decided the winner. Although the face of the Buddha of Joy was very pale, even his lips lost their blood, and he was sweating like rain. The black shadow didn't fall well, the original snow-white face was now white and almost transparent, and it seemed that he could see through the blood flowing under the skin and the cyan meridians, and the lips were almost the same color as the hair.

Both sides have reached a state where they are almost running out of oil, and now the competition is who will break the last breath first.

"Uncle Shi, disciple Manjushri asks to see me."

Manjushri's voice came from outside the Mahavira Hall, which immediately surprised the two people in the hall.

If it were a normal time, even before a cup of tea, even with Manjushri's cultivation, it would be useless, and he would not be able to participate in the fighting method of the two half-step Dao realm powerhouses at all. But now that the Buddha of Joy and the Black Shadow are close to running out of oil, the appearance of Manjushri is the last straw that overwhelms victory, and can put an end to the final victory.

But the Buddha of Joy is rejoicing, but he can't speak. This is the time when he and the black shadow are at their most dangerous, and once he speaks, he is afraid that he will be overwhelmed by the black shadow first without waiting for Manjushri to come in.

The black shadow also knew that it was a matter of life and death, and tried his best to urge the true yuan on his body, without a trace of No. 1 reservation, all pressed towards the Buddha of Joy, and the eyes of the huge humanoid shape behind him, which had almost disappeared, flashed with a trace of black light again, almost sucking the soul of the Buddha of Joy into it instantly.

The Buddha of Joy did not dare to be careless, so he withdrew his mind and put all his energy on the great enemy in front of him. Seeing that victory is in sight, if the boat capsizes in the gutter at this time, it is estimated that even if he dies, he will be so angry that he will come back to life and die again.

Manjushri waited outside the hall for a while, but received no response, and his brow furrowed. Among the four great disciples, he Manjushri Bodhisattva was the last to enter the door, and he practiced wholeheartedly, and he rarely communicated with the Buddha of Joy, unlike the elder brother Jizang, who had a deep relationship with the Buddha of Joy. By the time he had achieved success, the Buddha had already 'retired', and it was impossible for him to establish a friendship with the other party.

If you change to usual, with the arrogance of the four disciples of Manjushri Buddha, you really don't want to stick your hot face to the cold ass of this outdated uncle. But at this time, Lingshan encountered a great disaster, even if the Huanxi Buddha deliberately embarrassed him, he had to endure it, and everything would wait until the Buddha returned to Lingshan before he could do anything.

Manjushri took a deep breath, and his tone became softened: "Uncle, the disciple Manjushri asks to see, there is something important to be announced, and I hope that Uncle will not hesitate to see ......"

Manjushri Bodhisattva is certainly anxious, and the Happy Buddha in the Mahavira Hall is about to scold in his heart at this time: I usually don't see how you brothers respect the teacher, why do you take it at this critical juncture, and you are really angry...... Why don't you come in quickly, it's really a pig, I really don't know how Rulai taught...... Come in quickly, come in quickly, this seat will not be able to hold on......

The Buddha of Joy only felt that the pressure on the other side was increasing, and the black shadow was completely desperate, and he had already burned the true yuan at the expense of the foundation. In order to block the increasingly frantic attack of the black shadow, the Joy Buddha also began to burn the true yuan as a last resort. Every second that passed, it was a very serious damage to his foundation, and even the Buddha of Joy felt that his half-step Dao Quadruple Heaven realm was crumbling, and could descend to the Triple Heaven, Double Heaven, One Heaven, or even lower realm at any time.

This kind of injury is permanent, and it can never be practiced again, which simply makes the Buddha of Joy want to cry without tears. He swore that there had never been a time when he was looking forward to the arrival of Manjushri, his nephew, more than at this moment. If he had to add a time, he wanted it to be immediately, immediately, and the other party would appear in front of his eyes......

The short distance of hundreds of zhang, which is usually only a blink of an eye, is now as far away as a moat.