Just now, the Blood God Hou crushed the golden Buddha Gang with a spear. Cisheng's Amitabha Buddha before his death, like an ancient Sanskrit chant, caused a drastic change in the Xuanhai of the forest barrenness.

A brilliant Buddha light swept out of the body, forming a new Buddha Gang, guarding everyone.

At the beginning, Lin Huang had obtained two Buddha relics.

In every Buddha god relic, there is a heavenly asura. And Lin Huang clearly remembered that when he opened the martial soul, the relics turned into ancient Buddha light and melted his Xuanhai barrier.

Then the Buddha's light condensed into his own new Xuanhai barrier.

Lin Huang had never paid attention to this matter, and it was not until this moment that Lin Huang realized it. The relics of the Buddha god that contained the heavenly assura have not disappeared.

Instead, it became its own Xuanhai barrier.

In the blood lake, Lin Huang looked at the Buddha Gang above his head and looked surprised. He didn't understand what kind of Buddhist power was contained in this piece of Buddhahood, but from Cisheng's amazed eyes, he could detect one or two.

Bang.

Rumble.

When Lin Huang was stunned, the Blood God Hou reacted. Holding a blood-stained spear, he slashed at Buddha Gang again.

In the blood lake, the sonorous sound was endless, and under the attack of the blood-stained spear, the Buddha Gang around Lin Huang also trembled again, and a trace of cracks appeared.

Cisheng frowned, then stared at Lin Huang with a serious face, and said hoarsely: "Please benefactor, recite the Dharma with the poor monk!"

After that, Cisheng spoke again, and his withered and hoarse voice sounded like an ancient bell chime, ringing in the Buddha's gang:

"Nan Wu, Sanmando, Vazhiluo, Zhen, Han!"

In the midst of the Buddha, Lin Huang echoed the voice of Cisheng:

Minami none.

Three Mando.

Vazara.

Blush.

Contain.

When Lin Huang's voice fell, the light of the Buddha around him became more and more bright, and the Buddha Gang full of cracks was also shocked, and it actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Outside Fo Gang, the face of the Blood God Hou changed, and then the killing machine rose, and the spear in his hand continued to attack and kill Fo Gang.

"Nan Wu, Sanmando, Vazhiluo, Zhen, Han!"

"Nan Wu, Sanmando, Vazhiluo, Zhen, Han!"

......

Within the Buddha Gang, Lin Huang chanted the Buddha loudly, like the sound of the ancient bell chime, cleansing the sky up and down.

Even though the blood-colored spear was invincible, the golden Buddha Gang blocked the attacks of the Blood God Hou again and again.

Buddha Gang is full of cracks, but it is cracked but not broken!

In the void, the Blood God Hou became more and more hideous, staring at the forest desolation below him, and the killing machine was revealed. The spear in his hand let out a whining roar, filling the heavens and the earth, making people frightened.

Cisheng's face changed slightly, and he looked at the blood condensed on the spear, looking worried.

Although Lin Huang has the power of the Holy Buddha on his body, the latter's strength is too poor after all, and he is not a member of the Buddhist Sect, so it is difficult for the power of the Holy Buddha to exert one percent, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to block the blood god Hou's lore shot.

At this moment, Lu Han, who was in the midst of the Buddha, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as clear as electricity, and he did not see the woodenness and shyness of the past, but was full of domineering and contempt.

I saw Lu Han flick his fingers, and the golden flames burning in his fingertips jumped, and suddenly turned into thousands of streamers, submerging into the forest of three thousand steles.

Airplanes.

Buzzing.

Buzz Buzz......

In the midst of the blood lake, the Three Thousand Stele Forest suddenly shook. In just a few breaths, the big characters behind the three thousand ancient monuments flowed out of the golden light that reached the sky, shining on the heavens and the earth.

The Blood God Hou's face changed, and he turned his head to scan the Three Thousand Stele Forest.

At this moment, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth are mighty.

Only in the midst of the blood waves, in the three thousand ancient monuments that had been silent for two hundred years, figures suddenly appeared.

"Who is here, calling our remnants?"

Among the manifested figures, someone asked in a scolding voice.

In the midst of the Buddha, the forest barren raised its head.

I saw that on the ancient monument that was broken and soaked in blood, a remnant soul appeared. Dressed in white, holding the Xuanyuan clan flag in one hand and a white tassel spear in the other!

The figures are all heroic and extraordinary, like a spear standing under the sky, and the spirit is lofty and unbending.

There are old men, white-haired guns!

There is a beautiful middle-aged man, and his expression is as domineering as a tiger coming down the mountain.

There are women and women, heroic and cool.

There are young men, and their guns are higher than people.

There are drooping old women, green girls, and heroic young people......

Three thousand.

Three thousand immortal remnants.

Three thousand white-clothed Xuanyuan people.

Three thousand Xuanyuan flags.

From the moment they manifested heaven and earth, the surging blood lake instantly calmed down.

The sky full of bloody breath was cleansed by the righteousness of the world.

The invincible will condensed by those three thousand people actually made the Blood God Hou's face extremely solemn, and his narrow face revealed a strong jealousy.

Looking at the three thousand lonely souls, the three thousand Xuanyuan people, Lin Huang's heart was sour for no reason, and there was boiling blood!

Ahem......

In the midst of the golden Buddha, Lu Han coughed weakly, but he looked at the three thousand white-clothed vegetarians in front of him in a daze, and the white expanse was full of loneliness and bleakness.

The flag of the Xuanyuan clan moved without wind, flying and domineering, but it was soaked in the suffering of the Xuanyuan family.

For some reason, this young man, who had never regarded himself as a descendant of the Xuanyuan clan and vowed to kill Xuanyuan's soldiers, burst into tears for a while, and there seemed to be endless grief and indignation in his heart that was difficult to express.

Looking at the three thousand remnant souls, he wanted to look up to the sky and howl, he wanted to cry with grief and indignation.

Poof.

In the midst of the golden Buddha, Lu Han knelt down on his knees, greeted the three thousand Xuanyuan remnant souls, and shouted loudly: "Xuanyuan Han, the thirty-third generation descendant of the Xuanyuan clan, meet the ancestors!"

When Lu Han's words fell, the countless remnant souls on the three thousand stele forests all turned their eyes and fell on Lu Han.

"Since it's my Xuanyuan boy, where do you get the tears?"

Among the three thousand remnant souls, Xuanyuan Xiao, who was the leader, stepped into the sky, looked at Lu Han in the Buddha Gang, and said with a serious and fierce expression.

In the midst of the golden Buddha, Lu Han gritted his teeth and stood up, wiping away the tears on his face, "Follow the teachings of the ancestors!"

"Wake up the remnant souls of our others, what is the so-called thing? Could it be that Ye Wuchan's old bald donkey is dead, and the eighth detention in the Yin Yang Valley will be broken?"

Xuanyuan Xiao waved the Xuanyuan clan flag, and after his gaze swept over the Blood God Hou, he asked Lu Han with his eyebrows.

In the golden Buddha, Lu Han's face froze, and then he said respectfully: "The seven detentions of the Yin Yang Valley are all broken, and the Yin Yang Valley is about to be born." The soul of the ancestor of Wuxiang returned to heaven and earth, and Ye Wuchan died. Xuanyuan is incompetent, it is difficult to kill the Blood God Marquis, burn your fingers to awaken the heroic spirits of your ancestors, and I hope that your ancestors will help me!"

Well?

Under the long sky, the people of the Xuanyuan clan all frowned. Then he set his eyes on the body of the Blood God Marquis.

Three thousand glances were like three thousand spears slaughtering the Blood God Hou, causing the latter's expression to change and feel the pressure of great terror.

"Blood Spirit Palace, it's really ghostly!"

Xuanyuan Xiao stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the blood god Hou with a gloomy expression, with a sneer on his face.

"My Blood Spirit Hall is at its peak, how can your Xuanyuan family be able to compete with it? You are only three thousand remnant souls, how can you do this?"

On the blood lake, the Blood God Hou suppressed the panic in his heart and pretended to smile calmly. As soon as the words fell, the surging blood lake roared and stood behind the Blood God Hou, forming a blood-colored waterfall that hung over the heavens and the earth.

"Three thousand remnant souls?"

Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows, repeated the words of the Blood God Marquis, and then turned his head to scan the three thousand clansmen around him, the Xuanyuan clan flag in his hand flew and tore at some point, and the old voice sounded leisurely from heaven and earth:

"Really?"

(End of chapter)