The golden spire of the Three Thousand Generations of Floating Slaughter could no longer flicker, and the man in the brown monk's robe couldn't help but sigh and slowly withdrew his left arm, which had become a white bone.

Although his cultivation is high, it is equally difficult to break the barrier of the Three Realms Temple. What's more, standing behind him at this moment is Jebdamba. This old Zen master came from Lujana Monastery, one of the ten major Buddhist temples of Tantric Buddhism in the Western Regions, and his belief was as firm as Vajra, and he practiced the secret method of the unity of the body and body, which has tended to great perfection. Even if the reputation of the cultivation realm is not obvious, no one dares to underestimate it.

"Jebdamba, what are you turning your back on your Buddha and throwing yourself at us?" he asked in a low voice, and the air flowing under his hood also took on the aura of a ghost.

"I have never been abandoned as a Buddha, and everything I do is to better follow the Buddha's calling. ”

Speaking indifferently, Jebdamba slowly descended the tower without a trace of nostalgia.

Behind him, the prohibition placed on the floating slaughter disappeared as the headless monk forcibly broke the second seal of the ice field with the most brutal means. The real 3,000-year-old Floating Slaughter has finally shown its original posture again after 10,000 years!

Bellow!

The ancient power forcibly merged into one with great mana in the three thousand generations of the Lu realm finally got free, in the flash of golden light, the hundreds of millions of beings in the three thousand generations of the Lu realm sang overwhelmingly, no matter how high or low the cultivation is, as long as you hear the slightest thing, you will be infected by the great virtue of Buddhism, resentment and persistence gradually dissipated, the former infatuation has become illusory and ridiculous, only the thousands of joys of immersion in Buddha singing remain.

Jebdamba also sat down cross-legged.

He is a great monk, and his practice is also the Great Prajna Sutra, which is the same as the Sanskrit chanting of the three thousand generations, although he has lost his mobility because of immersion in Sanskrit chanting, but his body has not been significantly harmed.

The left hand is stacked on the right hand, the knot does not move, the mind is calm, and the Dharma is like a cocoon, wrapping the body.

The old monk suddenly watched from the wall, but the headless monk was not surprised, he quietly "looked" at the looming three thousand worlds, suddenly raised the hand of the white bone, and once again launched the eighteen scenes of hell!

Wow - la-

The sea of blood rushed in, and the sinners roared wildly, but when they met the Sanskrit chanting of the three thousand lifetimes of the realm of the Hell, the sea of blood turned into a clear spring, and the sinners immersed in it gradually eased their painful expressions, and they staggered up from the blood water, sat upright, crossed their knees, and put their hands together with white bones, and made the sound of Sanskrit chanting with difficulty in their mouths.

The song is not loud, but it is everywhere, the white bones bathed in the light of the Buddha are gradually covered with new flesh, the pink flesh grows skin, and the hideous retreat of eternal hell is replaced by calm.

The headless monk's expression became more and more solemn.

"This is the true face of the Three Thousand Generations of Lu Realm Futu? Gathering the faith power of the Three Thousand Generations of the Lu Realm to melt all the anger and evil words in the world? It is really powerful!" he said, raising his "head", there was only bottomless darkness in the hood, "It's a pity that the headless monk doesn't need to think, when we sacrifice ourselves to God, our thoughts also die with the name." ”

Standing on the high platform was only a person, but the voice was a plural expression, and in the bottomless darkness of the hood, a faint gray smoke flowed out, fell to the ground, and condensed into one human figure after another.

Dressed in brown monk's robes, their faces were covered by hoods, and the monks' robes reached the ground, covering the tops of their feet, and they could only be vaguely seen to be barefoot.

For the first time in nearly 10,000 years, the headless monks who have fully displayed their true faces, the aura emitted is so earth-shattering, just standing there quietly, it has already shocked the Sanskrit chanting of the three thousand generations of the Lu Realm into discontinuity.

Touched by the vision of the Three Thousand Realms, everyone in the Three Realms Temple who rushed to the back mountain also widened their eyes.

Headless monk.

Hundreds of headless monks stood densely on the vast platform left behind after the three thousand generations of Lu Realm Futu flew into the sky, making a gesture with one hand and a pious posture.

Their indifference seems to flow out of the night, but it will not make people mistake them for extralegal clones, because their mana fluctuations are not similar, tall, short, fat and thin are different, and if you carefully discern the aura, you will find that there are Buddhist cultivators, sword cultivators, and evil cultivators, and even the demonic aura that has been expelled and taboo by the cultivation realm can be vaguely identified.

Some of the headless monks did not even have the form of a human, and the huge monk's robes outlined the body of a beast, and the sharp claws clung to the bluestone, and only the head was completely covered by a hood.

The Buddha said that all beings are equal, but true equality does not exist, and it is impossible for anyone to completely abandon the self and accept the different as one. However, the world of the headless monks seems to have completely eliminated the race, but because of a common faith, they are like brothers to each other.

The silence of the headless monk since ancient times has shaken the golden Buddha chant, and the three thousand worlds of the world are shattered like a mirror.

Seeing this, the host of the Three Realms Temple sighed bitterly, stepped out, and announced the Buddha's name in a low voice.

He said to the monks behind him, who were still immersed in the impact: "Since the day the Three Realms Temple was built, we have known that there is today's catastrophe, and we do have the intention of martyrdom. However, the burning of jade is not the only way to destroy demons, and sacrificing our blood must have satisfied the guests from afar. If you want to leave, you should also be right, remember to keep the seeds of Buddhism, and don't let the evil demons take advantage of this catastrophe to defile the Buddha's door. "After that, his eyes are closed, he sits upright, and his treasure is solemn, and he is actually a posture of waiting to be killed!

Presiding over such a righteous and awe-inspiring one, the elders behind him all whispered a Buddha horn, closed their eyes and sat upright, and the three thousand Buddhas who were still spinning were singing on their bodies that burned themselves to seek the Tao, which was indescribably tragic.

“...... Master ......"

Sobbs rang out from the crowd. In the beginning, crying was a clenched tooth depression, like coming from the depths of the earth, covered with pain and despair, one after another.

Gradually, crying and **** converged into the ocean, and these tame lambs wept bitterly because of the shattering of their faith, knelt down in mourning, and then raised their heads one by one.

Despair made their calm countenances block the ferocity, and they knew that in the brown monster "eyes" in the center of the square, they were more vulnerable than ants, but even ants had the right to fight for their faith!

They are not afraid of death, they are just afraid of losing their faith!

Boast!

I don't know who threw the stone, there was no mana and only flew out with pure hatred, and when it was about to hit the brown monk's robe, the air twisted slightly, like water-like ripples swaying, and in the blink of an eye, the stone disappeared, but there was a person in the crowd wailing under his feet, as if it was the person who threw the stone.

"Ten thousand years are over, our God has been released from prison, and we are as numerous as sand. ”

The plural chanting sounded from the darkness deep in the hood, like thunder and lightning across the sky, and the majesty of the forest shook the monks to the east and west, and the three thousand worlds that surrounded them were shattered as a result, and the blood was raging like a scoop, and the golden Buddha light could no longer be maintained.

Once again, the purified sea of blood ushered in a turbulent turbidity, and the demons immersed in it howled in pain, and the terrible screams gave people the illusion of being in the end of the world.

Blood spilled up to his ankles, and the demons followed the blood to grasp the calves of one believer after another, and the white bones slashed into the flesh in pain and hideousness, and the half-rotten mouth opened to reveal Sensen's fangs.

"Ahh

Some believers screamed out of fear, but many more had their courage to scream, and they looked around in horror to find that even the monks were wrapped in a sea of blood from the waist down, and their bodies were crawling with evil spirits. But the monks were not moved, they let the evil ghosts gnaw their bodies, and the white bones were clear, still pinching the Buddha seal with both hands, chanting the Buddha verses in their mouths, and their faces were pale but still showing a look of joy and satisfaction.

The frightened believers also calmed down, they stopped struggling and began to chant Buddhist scriptures, faith saved them from the fear of death, the Dead Sea is not terrible, they have been saved.

Because of the fearlessness of the believers, the originally crumbling 3,000-year-old realm has also stabilized again, and the interrupted Sanskrit chanting has once again been overwhelming!

Click! Click!

The headless monk's barrier began to falter.

The Temple of the Three Realms is worthy of being a place where 10,000 years of faith condensed.

But knowing that there is a huge disparity between the enemy and us, the headless monks will not retreat, they have broken the second barrier hidden in the Three Realms Temple, their god is about to break through the cage, all they have to do now is to delay time, and sacrifice more flesh and blood to help their god recover faster.

The monks were fearless in the face of death.

But they don't know the way, and death has no meaning for the headless monk.

The Headless Monk firmly believes that everything in the world will be reduced to nothingness, regardless of whether it is good or evil. They are part of nothingness, alive or dead, it makes no difference.

Even though the 3,000-year-old realm gradually merged into one because of the earthly and heavenly beliefs, and turned into a floating slaughter made entirely of faith, the headless monks still stood quietly in the center, sticking to their silent vows.

Deadlocked.

The darkness finally began to ripple as the Tower of Faith crushed the headless monks' barrier and shook like broken eggshells.

A blackness deeper than the night slowly drifted out, like a dark cloud that dispersed, revealing a moon-like package within.

With his eyes closed, his appearance was no more than thirty, his upright complexion was unparalleled, his long hair was meticulous, and the tattered black magic robe was worn on his body, leaving only the momentum of the king.

Because of his appearance, the situation completely changed.

The Tower of Faith was suddenly frozen in the air, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward even a bit. The original continuous ocean of Sanskrit chanting became intermittent because of the cutting off of space, and the three thousand worlds of the Lu realm were constantly collapsing, and countless blood could not be splashed out before it merged into the boundless darkness brought by the headless monk.

"Three thousand generations of the Floating Slaughter of the Realm?"

Sensing the panic of the outside world, the man opened his lips, his voice merciful and gentle, but with unquestionable majesty.

The majesty of God alone.

Even if they were soaked in blood and bitten by evil ghosts, the monks who could maintain a pleasant look heard the sound, and their bodies all shook violently - just by hearing the sound, the original spirit was completely shattered, and the cultivation turned into a must, and the seven orifices spurted blood!

The believers are not so lucky, their minds and bodies cannot withstand such a huge mana squeeze, most of them were turned into rotten mud by the sea of blood without even hearing the sound clearly, and those who are rarely determined to maintain their bodies are all festering all over their bodies, revealing a hideous look of pain.

"Broken!"

In a low voice, the lotus flower on the tip of the tongue bloomed, because of this mantra, the tower of faith that was only blocked from the way forward was shattered, and the faith accumulated over thousands of years turned into transparent crystals and fell to the ground one after another!