In the ancient tomb, the demon king is howling, the ghost is crying, and one after another figures rush out from the inside, they seem to fission, one becomes two, two becomes four, in the blink of an eye, there are thousands of troops, the earth shakes violently, and the fierce breath is overwhelming.

Squad after team of soldiers and horses rushed out, they were dressed in armor of unknown age, holding long soldiers, the cold light flickered, the forest was cold and cruel, riding on top of one brute beast after another.

This piece of heaven and earth was completely plunged into darkness, the evil qi rolled up into the sky, the dark clouds rolled, and the five fingers could not be seen, a shocking scene.

Thousands of armies and horses were like a flood, surging and surging, and the beasts roared, and the soldiers galloped, turning into a torrent, raging the earth, and everywhere they passed, they were razed to the ground and crushed into powder.

The earth trembled, trees had long since withered, rows of mountains had collapsed, sewage was everywhere, and rocks were flying.

This is a kind of killing intent, the soldiers have no intelligence, it is a killing intent that supports them, in their minds, there is only slaughter, going forward and successive, and nothing can stop them.

Everything happened in an instant, and such a horrific image shocked countless people.

"There's got to be a treasure in there!" exclaimed.

Needless to say, the monks would know that if there was no secret treasure, how could such a scene be set off? Perhaps the qualification for sanctification was inside, and even if there was none, there was also a shocking treasure, and some monks rushed straight up, wanting to enter the tomb as soon as possible and get a piece of the soup.

"Ahh

"No!"

A shocking thing happened, the monks who rushed in front couldn't stop the torrent at all, they were submerged in it, the treasures were shattered, the gods were destroyed, and the bones were lost in just one look.

"Poof!"

Blood poured into the air, and the head of a monk rolled to the ground, and countless soldiers and horses rushed through, trampling the head to pieces, turning it into a puddle of plasma, and hundreds of young monks who rushed up lost their lives in this way.

Li Xiao has already reconciled with the people without virtue, Liu Haokong, Xia Xue and Xia Yu have not arrived, and they don't know where they went.

"What a terrifying Yin soldier, grandma's, fortunately, the Taoist priest I ran fast. "The people of Wude Dao were frightened, the tomb was too close to him just now, if he didn't escape for the first time, I am afraid that he would have been lucky and unpredictable.

Li Xiao was speechless, the dead fat man ran really fast, he didn't notify anyone at all, he ran away directly, he didn't care if they lived or died, but he didn't say anything, the big era is so cruel, it can't be said right or wrong.

Thousands of armies galloped wildly across the land, slaughtering them wantonly, and no one dared to stop them.

"Rumble ......"

Yin qi and evil qi are mixed, the thick fog is rolling, it is impossible to see how many figures there are, once they are swept into the black fog, they can no longer come out, the breath of death rushes to the sky, and many monks who were originally standing in the sky and watching from a distance were shocked down and turned into a pool of blood.

"Woo!"

Suddenly, a howl sounded from the depths of the earth, and this trumpet was like an ancient war song, impassioned, permeating the eight desolations, shaking the heavens and the earth, and listening to it made people's scalps tingle and give birth to goosebumps.

"This is ......" Li Xiao closed his eyes and listened carefully.

He had already heard the familiar war song.

In my mind, an ancient mottled ship comes to mind.

Once, in his endless sea of blood, he had seen a ship, that ship, before the loss of the ancient city, sent him across the river of blood, and it was also that ship that took him across the star field and arrived in Kyushu.

"Woo ......"

The ancient war song was pervasive, and thousands of troops and horses on the ground underwent abnormal changes, soaring into the sky, killing high in the sky, starting a battle in the dark clouds and evil atmosphere, and hundreds of monks died on the spot, including several powerful figures.

It's simply irresistible!

I can't resist either!

Even, some people didn't even have time to hide and died in fear.

Thousands of troops, the speed is so fast, like a black wave, it can sweep between the heavens and the earth in a moment, surging and slaughtering all directions.

The monks resisted hard, and some of the Yin soldiers were strangled by them, turning into black mist and disappearing.

However, there are too many of them to seem to be killed at all, and there is nothing to look at in the world.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn sounded, like the sound of heaven, permeating the four directions, a Buddha hall suddenly appeared, in the Buddha horn, slowly rising to the sky.

"Amitabha!"

One after another, the Buddha horns, accompanied by the sound of chanting, turned into golden characters, falling to the earth, to the dark Yin soldiers' courage, and to the surging Yin soldiers.

Headed by an old monk, covered with skin and bones, he stood in front of the Buddha hall, holding an ancient Zen staff, blooming with shining brilliance, like the true Buddha descending into the world, bright as the scorching sun.

He recited the Buddha's name, and his voice was calm, melodious, and his voice was heard in all directions.

Behind him, there are one hundred and eight Arhats, as well as a group of Buddhists, standing in eight directions, as if the Great Leiyin Temple has reappeared, chanting and singing Buddha.

Golden lotus descends from the sky, petals and flowers bloom, falling to the earth, a quiet and peaceful breath spreads, and the Arhat Bodhisattva Sutra is like raindrops, sprinkled to the Yin soldiers of thousands of troops, like a pearl and jade landing, echoing on the earth.

This invisible force, life and death, the yin soldiers are unavoidable, and they dissipate in the howl.

They are not afraid of death, they regard death as their home, and they wreak havoc in the direction of the Buddha hall.

The Buddha chanted constantly, they couldn't get close at all, the void was washed, the sky covered by dark clouds, and a clear light appeared, and the stars and moon flickered.

This scene made many monks see hope, and some monks shaved the Chu family on the spot, walked up to the Buddha hall, and couldn't help but blend in.

"It's the Buddha of the world, I didn't expect him to take action in person. Looking at the old monk in front of the Buddha hall, the Taoist sighed, "Buddhism is a good method, and at this time it still does not forget to convert the disciples." ”

The old monk, Li Xiao is very familiar with it, when the Western Desert Festival, he had some communication with the old monk, and now the Buddha of the world is even older, beside him, there is a seven or eight-year-old child, the child's eyes are as clear as water, without any distracting thoughts, although the age is young, but quite calm, very Buddha-like: "Do you know who the little monk is?"

"He, the future Buddha. The Taoist said, "After the death of the Buddha, he will be the next successor of the Western Desert." ”

"A child?" Li Xiao was a little surprised.

"Buddhism talks about fate, to find a future Buddha needs to be a person who must have Buddha nature, a thousand years may not be able to find one, in this great era to find, the child was born, the golden light came to the world, the oral recitation of scriptures, alarmed the Western Desert, as soon as he was born, he was picked up by the Buddha himself. ”

"So. Li Xiao's eyes were bright, looking at the child, for some reason, he always had a sense of familiarity.

From afar, the child seemed to feel Li Xiao's gaze, looked at Li Xiao, and then smiled and made a Buddhist salute to Li Xiao.

"Another demon-level character. Li Xiao sighed, this kid is amazing, he thought of the Buddhist techniques given to him by the King of Jizo back then, and asked him to find a person with Buddha nature to teach.

For so many years, Li Xiao has never found it, and that child may just meet the requirements of King Jizo.

"Jizo King!"

Li Xiao was startled, looked at the child, he finally understood why the child seemed familiar, he actually felt a trace of the breath of the Jizo King Bodhisattva from the child!

(End of chapter)