The storm of more than Mach 10 rose with his frenzied wave of his hand, but after all, it was a step too late, and after saying that, the silent Kuzen suddenly closed the battle, and the golden light skyrocketed, and the whole person almost changed from flesh and blood to the body of the gods, and the pure gold Arhat golden body burst out with the last, the strongest power, and turned into the ultimate Dharma that completely broke through the peak limit of the Yuan Infant, blooming like the sun, and the light stirred the surrounding wind, so that the small basin suddenly gathered endless colorful auspicious clouds, under the auspicious clouds, Ganlin descended, and occupied the entire basin first, and then, it was blown away by the incomparably terrifying storm。

The wind mixed with the rain turned into a bleak rain, and the rain moistened the world, but I don't know how many tears of the Dharma God were contained in it: "Master!!" he shouted, as if he had returned to the night ten years ago, when he had just come here, without the slightest strength. Yinchen watched, looked at the Kuzen master, and looked at the only perfect person in this world, and turned into a golden Buddha figure and threw himself into the blood abyss......

"Dead thief bald, you dare to yin me! I can't spare you——" In the blood abyss, there was a gentle scream, but immediately, the blood abyss closed violently, and the speed was so fast that everyone didn't have time to react.

The "Dharma Meditation Final Style" used by Kuzen was changed by him, and changing the divine power is a very complicated and difficult work, and Yinchen has a deep understanding of this, but he does not know that Kuzen has spent decades of effort for this divine skill mixed with Buddhism. The abbot of the head changed his magic skills, changed the seal to a seal, and the moment he turned into a golden-bodied Arhat and fell into the blood abyss, he used his own death to complete the killing of the heartless monk.

It all ended in the torrential rain, including the silver dust.

The feeling of divine will suddenly receded like a tide, and the silver-colored young man also felt the power thief in his body to hollow out at the same moment, and it was the first time he found that he could squander his mana so cleanly, clean without leaving a trace of left. He knelt down, as a mage, or maybe a former mage, and headed in the direction where Kuzen had disappeared—

It didn't matter if he cried, or didn't cry, the torrential rain wet his face, making him look like his face was full of tears: "It's over......" His voice was so low that he couldn't even hear it, all he could hear was the will of the world with a thunderclap as a sigh, right?

The soil condensed into the statue of the Crying Buddha is all turned into dry particles, spread on the soil, washed by the water, and turned into dung, although it stinks, but at least it can bring a lot of fertility to this land, and I don't know what will grow here after many years. The Wailing Buddha seemed to have been destroyed, but the warning signs in Yinchen's heart did not disappear, but instead felt more and more clearly pointing to the west, as if the cold, evil and neurotic madness of the Sandalwood Sect was traveling through the earth-like geology, trying to recondense another statue somewhere. In the direction facing Silver Dust, there was only one person, gently picking up a string of blood-red prayer beads.

"Mine!" said the yellow-robed figure happily, at this time there was not a trace of scars on his body, nor did he have the slightest hint of evil aura, and the momentum that slowly escaped from his body was only pure cold, like ice cubes condensed from pure water.

The mage stood up suddenly, as if his body was suddenly filled with the confidence to destroy the enemy, he raised his hand, in a vain attempt to summon a huge wind to cut the person in front of him into pieces, but he no longer had any power to call at this time, whether it was magic power, occult power or even spiritual power, he stood alone like this, watching the figure suddenly turn around, revealing an obscene smile: "I'm really sorry! In the end, it was me, the man who believed in Indra, who won!" As he spoke, he threw out a bone-piercing aw condensed from the ice, and plunged straight into Silver Dust's shoulder—his secret weapon technique was not too good.

Silver Dust fell to the sky without saying a word, and the man had no chance to strike a second blow, because he had to drum up the battle spirit of his whole body and condense into a wall of ice.

A domineering sword roared, the golden sword almost illuminated the dim sky, Nano Future at the cost of the entire ice wall, blocking this almost fatal blow, and then lightly retreated, to the military formation of the Jianzhou slaves that had been erected at some point, and at this time, those disciples brought by Hai Qianqiu had already been divided by the righteous paths.

Among the slaves in Jianzhou, there are a lot of Chosen Whips, and on Yinchen's side, there are only 10,000 people, Ghost Liming and others, and the Venerable of the Blood River stayed in Gusu to prevent Xue Wuxian and his ilk from sneaking up on Zhao Lingyun, but he didn't come, and even if he came, he who didn't know the Dharma might not be able to face the sea Qianqiu more easily than Kuzen.

Silver Dust was carried back by Wan Jian Xin, and he fell into a coma shortly after he fell, and in a coma, he dreamed again of that terrible night of the rainstorm a few years ago. And the others, whether they are righteous or slave paths, both sides have no confidence to continue fighting, and they each sound their gongs and withdraw their troops.

The day, sad and short, the night, seemed to come a few hours earlier than usual.

[Noon the next day]

In the forbidden army tent on the outskirts of Duntianfu, there was a sad silence.

The figure of the Kuzen master incarnated as a golden-bodied arhat and threw himself into the blood abyss, flashing in front of everyone's eyes, constantly flashing, and the soldiers who did not leave a single tear in the face of the enemy's sword and gun jungle, I don't know how many people secretly cried when they turned their backs to the commander.

With bandages wrapped around his body, Xuan Zhi barely stood up and staggered outside the house, staring at the western sky with deep eyes full of compassion, silent for a long time.

"Teacher, Western Bliss, go all the way. The old monk, who was accustomed to seeing the ups and downs of the world, couldn't help but wet the corners of his eyes at this time.

"Teacher. There was a soft call from behind him, and Hyun Chi withdrew his gaze, sighed lowly, and turned around to look at Zen with tears on his face.

This is the only time in Xuanzhi's life that he has seen an apprentice with tears on his face.

"Teacher, Master Xuan Chan insisted on refusing to take up the position of the new abbot of Jishi, and pointed out that the teacher must be competent in order to be convinced. Zen's voice was quite calm, but Master Xuanzhi had already sensed that the Buddhist battle flow on his body was already a little chaotic.

"Pure Buddhism is inevitably polluted by the world, alas!" Xuan Zhi sighed first, then reached out and gently patted Zen's shoulder, and a clear stream of soul energy was quietly injected into his body, helping him stabilize his mind and regulate his battle spirit.

Xuan Zhi knew that now Senior Brother Xuan Chan was unwilling to take up the position of head of the family, not to take the initiative to let Xian, but with a Buddha heart that was still a little dirty, and he was just a little selfish. "Senior brother is the one with the lowest skill and the least diligent cultivation among the Xuanzi generation, and his life's hope is only to hang the pot to help the world, as thin as he can, his nature is not bad, but he is not willing to charge into battle with his fellow disciples at this juncture-" Xuanzhi thought of this, and asked Zen softly casually: "What happened to those lewd monks? Master, he-"

Liao Chan shook his head vigorously, and tears fell down in tears: "Hai Qianqiu is dead, but the Crying Buddha is said to have appeared three hundred miles west of Duntian City! Moreover, Nano will inherit the mantle of Hai Qianqiu in the future and become a new heartless monk-" The young monk's voice was already filled with crying.

Xuan Zhi's body shook violently, almost fell, what he was most worried about still happened, the battle between Yinchen and the Crying Buddha Body exhausted the foundation, and it was even possible to lose his strength and become a wasted person, at this time, it was impossible to expect him to come out of the battle, the forbidden army can only count on Xuan Zhi now, ten thousand people, Yang Invincible Three, and the three of them, there is no way to completely deal with Nano's future, let alone deal with the Crying Buddha.

"Teacher!" Zen was startled, and hurriedly came up to support Xuanzhi, Xuanzhi's face changed a few times, and then became almost normal, and he said to Zen seriously: "The Buddha said that he is wholeheartedly good, don't ask about the future......"

"The disciple is willing to attain bliss with the teacher. "Zen's voice is very determined.

Xuan Zhi shook his head: "What the master didn't do, we can't actually do, now, I don't know what General Yang and Wan Daxia plan to do - these 140,000 forbidden troops are the last bit of incense on the right path in the world...... But if I don't go to hell, who will?"

"......" Zen has nothing to say, although the Buddha said that the great man in the world is like a void, everything is a hue, but the master-apprentice relationship in the past ten years, the friendship of the same door, is it really just said that let go of it?

Sometimes, being alive is a hundred times more painful than dying.

Although his wisdom is very high, he is still a flesh-and-blood person, full of Buddha nature, he still yearns for peace in the world, and the great reunion of the donors who live and work in peace and contentment, even if this kind of reunion is only a mirror in the eyes of the Buddha.

"Go ahead, go to General Yang and ask him what he plans to do...... Even if he withdraws his troops, we in Hanshan Temple will have to do everything we can to eliminate evil......" Xuan Zhi said soundly, but everyone knew that he was actually ready to sacrifice the entire Hanshan Temple. Hanshan Temple is such a Buddhist door, there is no benefit, only justice, in the face of the mysterious disaster of the obscene monks in the shield heavenly mansion, in the entire Hanshan Temple, no one can let it go, stay out of the matter.

It's not stupid, it's responsibility.

"Disciple...... Commanded. Zen said in a trembling voice, and then bowed deeply, as if he had just bowed to his disciples when he had just entered the mountain gate more than ten years ago, Xuanzhi stood still, completely bearing such a great gift, Zen got up, wiped a handful of tears on the ground in front of the master, turned around and left.

He didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that if he looked back at the master, he would no longer have the courage to walk to the big tent of the Chinese army, he knew that at this moment, he and the master were in the eternal relationship.

There was no need to say a lot of things between him and the Master.

"Hanshan Temple, Gu Nian Cangsheng......" Xuan Zhi looked at the back of Zen in the distance, and gently recited this sentence, and at this moment, the white light lit up, quickly infecting from the extreme west, drenching the sky and the earth into a complete pure white. It was as if the pure fire of the Western Heaven Bliss had burned everything dark in the world into nothingness.

【5 hours ago】

A silver-colored figure appeared at the North Pole, in a massive structure covered in deep black waters.

The magician was covered in blood, and his silver-colored magic robe was almost half red, and it was the second time in his life that he was so embarrassed, the first time, he had experienced the eternal secret of the moon and the clouds.

He couldn't feel the pain on his body, all he could feel at this time was the intense cramping pain in his heart, and he wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

The figure of Kuzen throwing himself into the blood abyss, he saw it, and he was stunned.

After waking up in the camp, he wanted to cry, but when he saw Zen, who had also experienced such a tragic war, thousands of people went to him, and comforted himself, he knew that he was not qualified to cry.

He's not a person, he's not an ordinary magician, he's the soul of the entire Forbidden Army, the leader of the entire righteous path, others can cry, he, no.

And at this time, what he felt was not indescribable sadness, but uncontrollable anger, the moment Nano picked up the rosary of Hai Qianqiu in the future, he almost split his eyes, if he didn't even have magic power at that time, he would definitely not hesitate to blast a forbidden spell.

"As long as someone picks up that thing, they will become another sea thousand enemies, another serving of the Crying Buddha!" Silver Dust muttered under his breath, stumbling towards the depths of the base.

"Red Queen, tell me where the Weeping Buddha is hiding?" he asked as he walked.

"In the mountain col three hundred miles west of the Shield Heavenly Mansion, there are prostitutes from the Heavenly Evil Temple. "The voice of the red queen is still cold and ruthless, and the AI can't understand human feelings.

"Are there settlements around?" said Silver Dust through a metal door.

"How can there be?" asked the red queen rhetorically, Yinchen held on to the wall and stopped, yes, the lewd monk passed, not a single grass grows, the man is directly killed as military food, and the woman is promiscuous to death, is there anything left? Not to mention that as soon as the Crying Buddha comes out, it erodes for hundreds of miles, and it can be drilled out of the ground, and the otherworldly monster that can make ordinary people for dozens of miles unconscious with a giant baby's cry can no longer accommodate other creatures except for the lewd monk around, right?

"Three hundred miles...... It's far enough. A smile appeared on the corner of Yinchen's mouth, it was probably the most hideous smile in his life. He turned a corner in the cross-shaped cloister and walked to the other side away from his destination.

"After the Red Queen, prepare for war bombardment and a nuclear warhead with an explosion radius of less than 250 miles, and try to use low-radiation and high-explosive warheads. ”

"If you want to deal with those enemies, it is recommended to use neutron bullets, about a small tactical projectile with a yield of 3,000 tons, which can be fired with ground-to-ground cruise rocket artillery. ”

"No, I'm going to kill the Weeping Buddha directly. I don't know if it still has an AT force field or something, but from my experience with its servants, a nuclear bomb should be effective against it. ”