Rank Venerable, whether it is a Buddha or a demon, all have the power of the world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Three thousand worlds are at my disposal, and a cloud of smoke and rain is my life.

Somewhere in the blue waves, the man in the cloth fished alone on the river, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth, "Ten thousand years of preparation, can Nirvana, why not kill more? Anyway, it is all in the master's Buddha world, haha." ”

As he spoke, the man in the cloth left two lines of blood and tears. This moment, he has been waiting for thousands of years. Maybe it's a knot in his heart, maybe it's a fetter, thousands of years have passed, his strength has not grown an inch, and he has waited too long for this day.

In a trance, he didn't notice that the fishing rod sank slightly, and then bounced again.

The fish is unhooked......

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Ma Xiuyuan never dreamed that this strange world would be a victim of the ancient Buddha's nirvana. For the time being, he used the ancient Buddha to call the Buddha on the angry lion.

Painting sugar Zhang Xiao never forgets, the pen is like a god, even if it is the Buddha he saw dozens of generations ago, when Ma Xiuyuan asked him to draw the back of the Buddha, he can still restore the original appearance. On the neck of the Buddha, Matthew Yuan once again saw the unfamiliar characters, exactly the same as the characters in the broken scriptures.

As Matthew had seen dozens of lives ago.

The one on the angry lion is the generation of Buddha buried in history.

Now that he is about to achieve Nirvana, he actually needs the burial of millions of blood and food of all races in order to exchange for Nirvana, which is crazy to the extreme.

On the holy mountain, the angry lion and Buddha fire rose to the sky, turning into a lion fire, standing on the top of the mountain with great radiance.

"That'...... Is that the Holy Fire?"

"Oh my God, the flame has appeared! What the hell is going on?"

All the protectors on the sacred mountain fell to their knees with limp limbs, and their hearts instinctively yielded surrender and awe. Their bodies were given by the Holy Fire, and they were naturally loyal to the Holy Fire.

Boom!

The Blood Lion began to move.

Slowly move towards the other end of the Central Path.

The blood-colored sky merges with the Raging Lion.

Rumble!

The Holy Lion descends.

One step missed, and an arc-shaped aura spread out.

In the sky, only the sparks that have been contributed by all races for generations converge into a vast star map, as if to guide something to return.

Yes!

The people of hundreds of tribes were the closest to the holy mountain, and they were caught off guard by this sudden arrogance, and they all evaporated under the aura, without any power to fight back.

As Lao Zhang said, the people here are most afraid of the holy fire.

The object of their worship has now turned into a scythe of death and has begun to reap their lives.

In one step, nearly half of the people of the hundreds of clans fell under this blood flame.

Countless worshipping tribes were shocked. looked at the object of worship in amazement.

"Run!"

I don't know who was the first to shout the slogan of escape.

For a while, the foot of the originally crowded holy mountain began to disperse like a tide.

Horror, horror, and despair enveloped the entire small world of angry lions.

After enjoying the most powerful power, the angry lion did not rush to take another step.

The sparks that ignited in the sky flickered brightly and flickering, as if attracting a trace of blood, coming from the endless.

The phantom image of the Buddha gradually condensed on the back of the angry lion, very illusory, so illusory that it was almost impossible to see.

Unlike the first generation of protectors on the upper peak, most of the protectors in the holy mountain are from these tribes, and they are all crawling and rolling around, step by step to this position.

Now they all look like ashes, and the sacred fire they once guarded is now reaping the lives of their tribe in the form of death. This is a situation that they could not have imagined.

The hunchbacked old man also had a bloodless face, and his lips turned white with fright.

He once thought that Nirvana, which was the gathering of the strength of all people, the collection of sparks, how could this be the situation? This is the suspicion above faith, and this is undoubtedly the pain and fear of all people.

When faith collapses, it will be doomed.

However, extinction is not far off.

"No, it must be a betrayer, who provokes the Holy Flame before the Holy Lion will be angry! It's the boy, he's an alien!"

Iron Mask shouted frantically.

He can't tolerate his former beliefs becoming a villain, and he can't tolerate the collapse of the kingdom he has built.

"Yes, that kid must have provoked the flame!"

"Quick, quick, break open the stone door and stop that kid!"

All seem to have found hope.

Even if this hope is reversed, they all rush forward without hesitation, trying to grasp this last straw.

Matthew was in a state of complete stupor. He didn't know how to stop the catastrophe.

In the face of Delin's demon lord, he dared to drink it.

In the face of the Flame Demon Sect, he could ask for the Baixiao Edict.

But now, he's facing a Buddha!

And a Buddha buried in the haze of history!

He is no longer the novice under the alder iron tree. Even if it were, so what? Still fighting with the Buddha who is about to attain nirvana like he did at the beginning?

He stared at the scroll.

I saw the crowd that had dispersed in terror.

Under the blood flames, even if you are a jade unicorn, even if you are an ancient beast with hands and eyes to the sky, you will not escape the fate of being harvested. This is the truly ripe rice, and as for the sickle, it has torn off his originally holy countenance.

What should I do?

Matthew asked himself.

When people are confused and helpless, they always think of asking for help.

He tried to communicate with the system, but it was always the system that summoned the host, and there was no precedent for him to contact the system on his own initiative. He failed.

Matthew Yuan tried to think about the three quests.

To be alive, that's the basics.

Now, there is no way for him to escape. The world will be buried. Even if he is the most difficult bone to gnaw, after the Buddha attains nirvana, it will probably be effortless to kill himself. Then the only way out is at the source, which is the place in front of him.

The second task, which is to devour the Buddha fire, seems to be in front of his eyes.

Matthew's goal is clearer.

As for the third, there are no acolytes here. If you want to complete the third task, it seems that you can only use the place you came from to get out, obviously, it's still here.

Well, everything became clear.

There was no prompt in the system, but Matthew Yuan already understood that everything, everything that was blocked, would be done in front of his eyes.

The ignorant karmic fire in Ma Xiuyuan's hand suddenly rose and gently brushed the star map in front of him.

This is no longer necessary.

The eyes of the merciful are full of mercy, as for the cold-blooded people, who are behind this catastrophe, no matter how good they are, it is all false!

Rumble!

The stone gate was smashed with great force!

All the apologists flocked to it.

Matthew on the altar turned his head and smiled slightly.

"Stop!

"Don't be angry with the majesty of the flame!"

Ma Xiuyuan's body ignited the fire of ignorance.

One step into the encirclement of the angry lion Buddha fire......