"Venerable, all the Buddha soldiers have already entered the city, King Ming is already in the city lord's mansion, he wants to march quickly, he doesn't want to stay here for too long. ”

A Buddhist soldier in armor reported by the side of the Dragon Descending Venerable, calming the corners of his slightly upturned mouth.

Looking at the blackened residents on the square, his eyes became cold again.

He held out a finger and shook it in the void, making the fearful and hateful people look at him.

"Give you another pillar of incense, and if there is still no one to recite the Buddha name, all of you will become food for the dragon, and I will not have the patience to play with you. ”

A soldier in armor did not know where to find a stick of incense, and lit it on the broken ruins of the square, and all eyes were fixed on the incense stick.

The men began to feel uneasy, and they wanted to rush out and fight to the death with these men who had breached the city.

But the panicked women around them, as well as those small children, made them hesitate and wander, and there was no choice.

To live or to die?

It's a question! Right now, everybody's in front of us.

Tick tick!

It was as if a real voice appeared in their ears, and everyone's hearts were lifted.

The Dragon Venerable's smile was still peaceful, but no one was paying attention to him, and everyone was staring at the incense.

A man secretly tightened the long stick in his hand, and suddenly pounced out of the crowd, the root of his teeth was bitten tightly by him, and the muscles on his face were twisted, making him look a little hideous, and he swung a stick at the dragon, which everyone did not expect.

The Buddha soldier looked at him indifferently, and no one made a move to stop the interception, so that the middle-aged man rushed in front of the Dragon Descending Venerable.

The existence that the Dragon Descending Venerable called the Demon Dragon pressed down without care, and the entire square shook, and a deep pit appeared on the ground.

There was an irregular pool of flesh and blood in it, and it was no longer possible to distinguish its original appearance, and even the most astute coroner could not put it back together in its original form.

There was another commotion in the crowd, and there were suppressed cries, and many people clenched their fists and gritted their teeth.

The incense was still burning slowly but firmly, and as time passed, the air gradually became hot.

In the dark night sky, the flames burning above the broken ruins reflected the gloomy and uncertain faces of people, the power of the stars seemed to be cut off, and the sky was dark, like the hearts of people.

Fan Wen's chanting voice sounded on this land, it was the people in the Buddhist sect who gave the dead war soul over, and the killing was started by them, but at this moment, they were dignified and dignified, incomparably majestic, and the golden wheel of merit behind their heads flickered.

It seems to be the greatest irony of the Creator, each of them is dignified, and the corpses lying on the ground are twisted and broken, of all kinds.

The dead figures in the Buddhist Gate were groomed by them and put aside, and everyone seemed to be alive, and there was not a trace of scars on the outside.

Venerable Fuhu stood in the void, his hands changing, and countless laws appeared.

"Hurry!"

Then with a finger, a golden decree flew into the void and fell into the Nine Hells.

A golden door of light opened, all the Buddhas chanted a Buddha name, and from the golden gate of light, one after another Buddha soldiers who died in battle returned, and they found their bodies to reintegrate into it with pride and pride.

It didn't take long for the millions of Buddha soldiers to return to their original appearance, and not even one of them died.

On the square, everyone looked at this scene, regardless of men and women, the people of the Tang Dynasty showed inexplicable sadness, they looked at the mountains of corpses piled up on the square, and looked at the intact and lively Buddhist soldiers, with deep sadness in their hearts.

Fuhu Arhat smiled and flew to the side of the descending dragon, facing the group of people in the square, and said: "The power of the World-Honored One is boundless, reversing life and death is not ordinary, anyone who believes in my Buddha can enter the Western Heaven Elysium after death, there is no hunger, no pain, no suffering, and they will live in Bliss for eternity and eternity......

The Dragon Descending Venerable gradually felt that something was wrong, and the Fudo Ming King in the City Lord's Mansion was also a little uneasy.

He said to Fu Hu: "Do you know about Datang and do you have any details about them?"

"What's wrong?"

Fuhu Arhat behaved very easily, and he didn't intervene at all in the daytime battle.

"Is such a weak race also worthy of your attention? From the flood to the present, what information do we need to know about them in our eyes at that time?"

He looked at the group of Tang people who were still terrified in the dark, and said: "Look at their appearance, do they seem to have the ability to resist? ”

"But the World Venerable attaches so much importance to it, and this is the first time that we have come to an end, and I always feel a little uneasy......

"Hahahaha......"

Fuhu Arhat wanted to refute, but suddenly there was a strange laughter.

"What the hell?"

He looked at the people of Datang in surprise and found that everyone had a smile with the same expression, whether it was a man or a woman, young or even a baby in swaddling clothes.

The expressions on their faces were exactly the same, the angle was not bad at all, that kind of strange smile, obviously showing happiness, but in this dark night environment, there was no moon and stars, only the remnants of the battlefield flames, everything seemed so frightened.

The Dragon Descending Venerable was not surprised, but shouted violently: "Where did you come from? Eat me with a punch." ”

The dense handprints were connected, the terrifying aura penetrated the sky, and a golden Buddha light crushed from nearly a million people of the Tang Dynasty.

This is the famous trick of the Dragon Descending Venerable, the Dragon Descending Seal, which can be regarded as his strongest attack, even if it is a strong person in the same Daluo realm, under this blow, he will be under terrifying pressure, not to mention a group of mortals who have not cultivated.

"Hell yes!"

Fuhu Arhat felt sweat on his forehead, and he felt a sense of horror in his heart, and the complete dragon descending seal from the sky alone made this square a big lake, and it stands to reason that all the millions of mortals would be wiped out.

But what made both of them feel strange was that the millions of mortals were still in place, and the corners of their mouths still showed that weird smile, under the remnants of the golden Buddha's light, eerie and weird.

The Venerable Dragon Descending turned his head to want to appear beside him, and squeezed out an ugly smile, "Let me tell King Ming! The most powerful Ming King of Buddhism and the two Arhats have collided with ghosts, so it's not funny!"

I don't know when, the entire world was shrouded in hazy mist, and even with the strength of a Da Luo Jin Immortal-level powerhouse, there was no way to see through this mist.

It was a joint distortion of time and space, and it was also mixed with terrifying power, and the divine power of the whole body of the Immovable Ming King was working, and the original black body turned cyan.

The three-headed and six-armed divine power was unleashed by him, and millions of Buddha soldiers disappeared around them, but he forcibly reached out from the void and appeared in the Buddha Kingdom in his palm.

The group of Buddhist soldiers hadn't figured out the situation yet, and looked at the Fudo Ming King with some confusion.

"Whew, it's really fucking evil, it looks like we were ambushed by the Tang Dynasty. ”

Fuhu Arhat exhaled deeply, and his whole body began to bloom with golden light, and endless beams poured out of his body, illuminating everything around him.

"Go back to the West, this is not the place you should be. ”

"Friends come with wine, enemies come with knives and guns, and the Tang Dynasty man accompanies him to the end. ”

"Your dragon will give us wine, and maybe the gates will open. ”

......

In the black shadows, the city that they had destroyed during the day reappeared, and the soldiers who had long since died reappeared on the city walls, and the cold-faced general still looked at them with indifferent eyes, without the slightest emotion.

"It's a little bad!"

The face of the King of Fudo Ming was solemn, even with his quasi-saint-level divine sense, he couldn't tell the direction, in this piece of heaven and earth, he was completely blind.

The re-emergence of the city walls, and the soldiers, even from the eyes of the Dragon Arhat and the Tiger Arhat, were real, and each one of them was alive and without the slightest falsehood.

"Turning the virtual into the real, turning the real into the virtual! this is the means of the saints!"

The weapon in the hand of the King of Fudo Ming was held very tightly, but his heart kept falling.

The more powerful the character, the more he understands how terrifying that gap is, and even a saint can't turn the virtual into the real so easily.

"Amitabha!"

He recited a Buddha name, but did not get the slightest response, the so-called ubiquitous Buddhist saint, did not respond to his begging, this place seems to be more than the Three Realms and Six Realms, not among the Five Elements.

The Dragon Venerable and the Tiger Arhat were silent at the same time, knowing that today must be in a crisis of death, and there was no way to reverse it.

The dragon descended and laughed heroically: "Being able to die in the hands of a saint is not too much of a loss in this life." ”

"Whew......"

Under his seat, the green dragon trembled violently, and its stomach continued to contract and expand.

The descending dragon sensed that something was wrong, but before it could intervene, the green dragon screamed and exploded, broke from the part of its belly, wailed, fell into the mist, and disappeared.

The same is true of the white tiger of Fuhu, only it is more miserable, except for one tiger head, the rest are all broken, and a gorgeous rain of blood falls in the sky.

"They ate something they shouldn't have eaten, and who knows what they ate?"

The King of Fudo Ming saw some clues, but there was no way to truly explore the reality and reality.

The three of them looked at the broken flesh and blood in the sky, and a wisp of essence rose, forming a young man dressed in green clothes with a handsome face.

With a gentle smile on his face, the young man stood in the void and glanced at the three of them.

"It is the essence of a strong man!"

The King of Fudo Ming gasped, his pupils continued to contract, and the dragon and tiger looked at the looming city wall, the countless soldiers and millions of residents of the Tang Dynasty in the midst of the black objects.

Their expressions were vivid, and each of them had their own personalities, memories, but at this moment, they all smiled calmly and peacefully.