At that moment, it was as if countless planes of time and space had been forcibly put together, and then forcibly re-separated, combined into a new independent world, the relationship between heaven and earth was confused, and the direction of gravity swayed from side to side, making the mage feel that he was almost facing the attack of a two-way foil weapon, but he knew that it was not an alien weapon, it was the determination of the Kuzen master who had been fighting hard for a long time.

The reincarnation bead, the sacred weapon of Hanshan Temple, just the moment when the Crying Buddha fell down on its side and just pressed Hai Qianqiu's left leg, it emerged from the void for no reason and was suspended behind Kuzen.

The timing of the appearance of the holy weapon was so accurate, so accurate that Hai Qianqiu's face was distorted, and Yinchen's repeated attacks just now caused a break in the power cycle in the body of the Crying Buddha, and under this disconnection, Hai Qianqiu, who could only reach the realm of the Yuan Infant by absorbing the power of the Crying Buddha, instantly felt that the thief was hollowed out, and the originally flexible body suddenly stiffened in place, and he was almost smashed to death by the fallen Crying Buddha. Fortunately, the fat monk's life is really like a cockroach, and he moved his body desperately at the moment when the Crying Buddha fell, and finally it was not completely suppressed, but it was also crushed by the chubby head of the Crying Buddha's left calf, and at the moment when he let out a scream like killing a pig, the reincarnation bead appeared in front of his eyes.

On the reincarnation bead, bursts of peaceful treasure light appeared, and the treasure light quickly weaved into ninety-six light wheels behind Kuzen, and the flying snow of the huge wind pressure that originally flowed in the air was completely solidified at this moment, weaving into a cage that trapped sins. The bitter Zen treasure is solemn, his hands are folded, and he silently recites the scriptures of Buddhism, and on the ground and the earth, a powerful and unknown force gathers towards him, forming layers of rotating treasure light.

"Prajnamaryana Great Heavenly Fingers. Kuzen's voice, at this time, the building is like the only justice between heaven and earth, even the divine will that Yinchen has just mobilized has been squeezed aside, the magician stood in the distance, quietly watching, watching Kuzen chant the scriptures in a low voice, and slowly stretched out a finger, directly to the eyebrows of Hai Qianqiu within a few steps.

That one pointed out extremely slowly, so slow that it exceeded the speed of light, so slow that a shrewd person like Hai Qianqiu didn't have time to react at all, let alone dodge it. That finger is almost the embodiment of order, pointing out the light of purification and the Buddha's wrath fire lotus through a slow finger, completely penetrating this world.

That finger seemed extremely slow, but in fact it was almost faster than all martial arts in the world, as fast as lightning, as fast as light, as fast as a phantom, as fast as a nightmare. The moment the flesh and blood of the bitter Zen master's flesh and blood pointed at the center of Hai Qianqiu's eyebrows, what Yinchen heard was not the pop of flesh and blood, not the clanging of gold and iron, not the rumble of battering rams colliding with chariots, but the sound of the entire world shattering.

The world's martial arts are all out of China, among the martial arts, the sword is out of Huashan, the fist is out of Shaolin, Hanshan Temple is in this other world, the thousand-year-old inheritance borrows a trace of Shaolin's soul, and polishes this wisp of soul to pure and transparent, not stained with dust, so their boxing skills are beyond the understanding of silver dust.

That finger was like the last will of the white snow god, penetrating the sky, the earth, and the gray-blue world.

The red dust karma, within this finger, retreats into reincarnation, the immovable light that has been cultivated for several lifetimes and several eons, and the great freedom and enlightenment erupt under this finger, and that power is not able to blow up Hai Qianqiu's head, but can ignite the sins committed by Hai Qianqiu, a person in three lives and three lifetimes, and completely incinerate his flesh and bones, his spiritual soul, and his life full of evil into nothingness.

That power is too terrifying, so terrible that Yinchen has to use Chi You martial arts, drum up the immovable hegemon, in order to block the aftermath of that power, and not give that power to death on the spot, that power is too terrible, so terrible that the crying Buddha behind Hai Qianqiu is stirred by invisible ripples, slowly softened like mud!

The power of that finger can definitely be called a forbidden spell level.

The penetrating finger power exploded, and it was able to annihilate the greatest evil in the world into nothingness, but at this moment when victory was in sight, a red aura suddenly bloomed, isolating the power of the reincarnation bead.

The supreme artifact was interrupted by a crimson evil force, and it flew straight away, smashing straight at Silver Dust's head. The magician's hand was quick, and he grasped it, and at the same time, his body leaned forward to break through the barrier of stagnant air and rush to Kuzen's side.

However, even he, a temporary Dharma God, seemed to be unable to accomplish such a simple thing, and in this short moment, Feng Yuan, that is, the Will of the World, seemed to be standing and quickly exchanging some kind of interests with Creon.

Of course, it is not a symbol of compromise and concession, but a-for-tat quick game, in which the will of the world decides to sacrifice the ego in exchange for a greater chance of survival. And what she sacrificed was not silver dust, but bitter meditation.

In the silver pupils, the changing shadows of light and darkness flashed, and a drop of silver tears, from the corner of the eye, before rolling over the cheek, had already turned into a pure steel ball. At that moment, Yinchen saw that the string of black prayer beads that were honestly hanging on Hai Qianqiu's neck suddenly flew up, as if the grease and dust haze of thousands of years had receded, and the dirt in the world slowly peeled off the black surface, revealing the sour red of the wood inside. The sour red rosary spun rapidly, like a chainsaw, cutting off the head of the sea that had turned into a leaky rotten watermelon, and the blood spurting out of the neck suddenly turned into a huge red pit with a diameter of one zhang along with the body of the softened weeping Buddha.

It wasn't just a crater, it was a lava world completely separate from this world, and the world was full of lava and burning flesh.

Atlas Realm: Lava Blood Abyss.

"Is that the power of fire? no, it's the power of blood, the power of heaven that can only be found in some dark and twisted otherworld. The mage watched the field unfold, taking advantage of the wind pressure to stop when the field expanded, and the moment the battle flow was shattered, he almost broke free from the shackles and shattered the solidified air with a punch, the silver robe spread, the wind followed, and the silver-colored magician almost rushed towards Kuzen like a single machine breaking into the atmosphere.

He knew that at this moment, in this realm, Kuzen simply didn't have any superfluous power to invoke -

He rushed halfway through the distance of ten zhang, but was blocked by a person who suddenly jumped out of the diagonal stab, this person, called Nano Future.

The mage didn't know Nano Future, and he didn't have the heart to carefully identify the yellow robe on Nano Future's body, but Nano Future had already recognized the mage who had identified the silver color, and his pale blue eyes were full of bloody hatred. He didn't say a word, he had already pressed his fists together, and he didn't use some very weird and mysterious magic skills, but "Cold Fog and Remnant Sun".

His fists turned into the mouth of the Sky Devouring Demon Beast's greedy wolf, his arms stretched out in an instant, and his icy teeth glistened under the light of the blood abyss, biting towards Silver Dust's neck and face.

"Get out of here! I don't have time to pay attention to you!" At this moment, the mage was anxious about the desperate situation that Kuzen was facing, where did he have the patience to deal with a Cheng Biting Jin who was killed halfway, the silver color was like a knife cut out, and a terrifying flame knife flashed, and all the soul energy, soul power, and battle spirit on Nano's future body directly turned into nothingness, and was directly knocked out by a mage with poor physical strength like Silver Dust, but just like this delay, everything was irretrievable.

The realm became complete after that moment, and the magician slammed his head into the crystal wall at the boundary of the realm, and the right hand where the flames had gathered suddenly turned into a blue and purple patch, and a blue-purple smoke erupted from the palm of his hand, instantly diffusing into a tumbling poisonous mist, and in the poisonous mist, the purple lightning flashed a few times, but he could never find a gap that could break through.

All poisons are killed and hacked into the curse, completely useless, there is no order in the lava blood abyss, and there is no law to speak of. That erosive force of absolute chaos is starting from the abyss of a square circle, slowly expanding, slowly changing into irregular borders.

"Hehehehe! Ignorant junior! Do you think that killing the Buddha and my apprentice grandson will be over? Wrong! Killing the Buddha's apprentice and grandson is the real beginning! Buddha and I are not what you self-proclaimed thieves can imagine! Red Devil and Zifeng are all good disciples and grandchildren carefully cultivated by the Buddha! Really understand the art of blood forbidding adultery and evil spirits, how to make people resurrected!" In the lava blood abyss, there was a gentle and calm voice, although the dark voice was mild, although soft, but it always coiled a drowsy power, above the blood abyss, the bitter Zen robe flew, and a stream of cold energy gushed out of his body with his steady breathing, and was absorbed back by him, forming a cycle like a free heaven and earth, and there was no defeat for the time being.

"Are you...... Lack of heart?" Kuzen's lips did not move, but his voice converged from all directions: "Monk of lack of heart, you have really lingered for thousands of years......

"That's because the Buddha I took refuge in the Sandalwood Sect, built this Crying Buddha, with the protection of the Crying Buddha, what kind of reincarnation do you have, karma, Arhat, King Kong's so-called power, it is impossible to hurt the Buddha and me, even if I shatter the Buddha's demon body, what can I do? Buddha I have now merged with this blood abyss, the blood abyss is me, I am the blood abyss, as long as the Crying Buddha does not die, the Sandalwood Sect is not destroyed, the Buddha I am invincible in the world, and now the Crying Buddha has sent a decree to me to spread my body and swallow the whole world like a blood abyss...... When the time comes, I am the world, the world is me, and even the Western Bliss has become my mouth, do you think I am immortal?"

"Amitabha!" Kuzen was silent for a moment, and then spoke again, this time with his mouth open, and his voice didn't seem to come from all directions. It's just that his Buddha name is like a stone stirring up a thousand layers of waves, making the entire space of the blood abyss ripple with golden ripples that symbolize the flow of war.

The blood-red space that rippled with golden ripples seemed to suddenly crack many cracks, and layers of frost condensed in the air for no reason, turning into waves of broken ice. The predicament of the Kuzen master seems to have become much better, the world around him has become normal in the cracks and shocks, and it is no longer blood-red, but the silver dust outside the realm is very clear, this is just the Kuzen master's consumption of his own foundation and even the lifespan of the peerless Russian and Japanese, the original ruddy skin on his body is rapidly drying up and decaying.

He ages as fast as he has been hit by the sword of time. "Time!" The magician had a flash of inspiration, relying on the temporary magic god bonus in his body, a two-handed heavy sword quickly conjured up in his hand, and he clenched this powerful blue lotus-colored blade, and slashed at the blood-red crystal wall.

"The years are merciless! Break it for me!" the Fa God let out an almost irrational roar this time. But it was useless, the huge blue sword light bombarded the crystal wall, and the level did not rebound or be absorbed, as if it was bombarded on the coronation of the gods and suddenly disappeared.

"It's useless, little bastard, time and space are useless to the Buddha, the Buddha and I am the world, that is, the free sky, your little tricks are kept to deal with mortals. A gentle voice came from the depths of the blood abyss, and the statue that condensed into the Crying Buddha had completely softened, turning into a large amount of red lava, and it was poured down with a bang, almost forming a whirlpool of lava in the upper layer of the blood abyss, and slowly pressed down, vowing to press Kuzen into the blood abyss, but Kuzen, as the head of Hanshan Temple, did not panic for a moment, even if he was in a desperate situation at this time.

"Amitabha, it's been a thousand years, and you still haven't grown. Kuzen said, quickly twisted the string of wooden Buddha beads on his chest that had already been played with by him, the string of Buddha beads was originally plain, but after his hand contact, each Buddha bead exuded a golden mang: "A thousand years ago, the Bodhidharma Patriarch could seal you, and the poor monk Nu worked hard to do it." What's more, for a thousand years, your strength has not increased, but has decreased......"

"Boy, according to my generation, I am your master......" There was a sudden fluctuation in the gentle voice: "Although the Buddha has not been able to crack the Dharma Meditation Final Form, are you sure that the disciples and grandchildren behind you will be like you in a few years? Now the Weeping Buddha has awakened...... You can't seal me for a few years, you don't think about yourself and think about your broken temple!" The fluctuations in the gentle voice became clearer and clearer, it was the fluctuation of demagogy, it was the fluctuation of slander, it was the fluctuation of some kind of spiritual infection, the fluctuation stirred the air around the blood abyss, and the crimson energy was slowly eroding the golden light that Kuzen inspired from the body.

"Out of the way. Hanshan Temple cares about the common people, and there will always be successors. When Kuzen said this, he suddenly turned his head and took a deep look at the silver dust, and the magician screamed wildly, and the golden light burst out all over his body, as if he was about to send out some super nirvana at once: "Master, retreat!" His face was completely distorted, and the power in his heart was completely distorted, and an unimaginable wave of destruction erupted in the air around him, it was not a forbidden spell that permanently changed the weather, it was a forbidden spell that directly and instantly wiped out the weather and geological disasters-

"Epoch-making!"