"Ahh Mida Buddha ...... Amitabha... Pander to... Mida Buddha ......"

Bursts of Sanskrit Buddha horns rise and fall, the continuous sound is like nails into the ears and deep into the bone marrow, the accompanying Sanskrit music at first glance sounds solemn, but after listening to it a few times, it makes people chill from the bottom of their hearts, and they feel demonic.

At this moment, the alarm bell rang in his mind, and the black qi in the world in front of him spread and flowed, circling, and the source was the solemn "Bodhisattva".

"It's... What the hell is it! Zhao Sheng groaned in his heart.

Rumble!

A strong sense of seasonal movement, an incomparably describable omen of danger, made Zhao Sheng's eyelids jump, and he subconsciously lowered his head to avoid being noticed by the other party.

He seemed to be able to feel that the "Bodhisattva" who was gradually approaching was sitting lazily upright, with a pair of eyes that were indifferent and strange.

The gaze had already swept over him, and he had not been there for a long time.

At this moment, the bookish old demon beside him suddenly shouted with a feverish expression: "Isn't the Venerable Commander the Bodhisattva of the Great Snow Mountain?"

"Amitabha!"

With a long and sympathetic, strange singing that resembled a man and a woman, the sound of the Buddha suddenly stopped.

"Good man, do you have an unfulfilled wish?" The "Bodhisattva" on the lotus throne opened his mouth and groaned, his voice full of temptation.

"Bodhisattva compassion! I was robbed of one soul and two souls by the soul refining old demon of the Evil Immortal Island, and sacrificed into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and from then on I was killed by others. The old man wanted to seek liberation, and asked the Bodhisattva to be merciful and solve the disaster for me. The bookish old demon suddenly knelt down and pleaded bitterly.

"It's easy to understand! But after this matter is settled, you have to take refuge in my Buddha to fulfill your great wishes for karma. Is a good man willing? ”

As soon as these words came out, the book-loving old demon hesitated for a moment, and finally turned grim, nodded and said, "I am willing, and I will ask the Bodhisattva to help!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Sheng saw a little golden light shoot out from the Bodhisattva of Ambition, and it flashed into the old man's forehead, and then a lotus-shaped golden mark appeared on his forehead.

"Thank you Bodhisattva for your compassion!" The lotus imprint was revealed, and a pious smile suddenly appeared on the face of the book-loving old demon.

However, Zhao Sheng saw that a rich black qi suddenly appeared on his body, which was connected to the source.

At this time, that indifferent and ruthless gaze turned back to Zhao Sheng.

"Good man, do you have an unfulfilled wish?"

As soon as the voice entered the ear, it resounded in my mind like a flood bell.

This voice seems to be ordinary, but behind it there is an extremely strong inducement and mental hints, which make people surrender to each other from the bottom of their hearts, and they only feel that the person who speaks is supreme and omnipotent.

"Not good!"

Zhao Sheng's heart was shaken when he heard this voice, and the sea of souls rose. He secretly said that it was not good, and subconsciously stimulated the talent of absolute rationality.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

In an instant, Zhao Sheng's eyes instantly lost color and became extremely indifferent, and his face was expressionless, like a living dead.

Hey!

The Bodhisattva suddenly screamed, a trace of different color flashed in his eyes, and an invisible and majestic coercion emanated from his body, and the monks and nuns around him froze and froze, like a clay puppet.

Beside Zhao Sheng, the old monk suddenly stood up tremblingly, and a white-haired strange bird with three heads was faintly reflected in his cloudy eyes.

The one in the middle of the strange bird is a vulture head, but the one on the left is the head of a long-haired woman, and the one on the right is an ugly-looking old monk who does not quit.

In the next moment, his monk's robe rattled, and the white feathers on his cheeks and hands suddenly broke through the flesh and flesh, growing chaotically, his neck twisted and lengthened, and his eyes turned bloody.

Seeing that the other party was about to turn into a demon, at this moment, a rough and unruly voice suddenly came from the depths of the mist.

The owner of the voice undoubtedly had a terrifying cultivation, and as soon as he spoke, he was so frightened that the old monk hurriedly turned back into a human form and knelt on the ground again.

"Hongyuan Bodhisattva, Lao Tzu heard that you were born in the Great Snow Mountain, and your original form is a corpse-eating vulture. Because the flesh and skin remains of 100,000 monks and nuns were devoured in thousands of years, and through refining corpse qi and Buddha power, they were finally able to transform into human beings.

Later, it was included in the Sacred Heart Temple, and was given the Bodhisattva fruit position, and the Buddha name was 'Grand Wish'.

Lao Tzu also heard that you made a grand wish, willing to cross 100,000 immortal alien spirits to take refuge in Buddhism, so as to resolve the resentment of the dead Buddha and ascend to the Pure Land.

"But you're a ragtag brute after all. In front of Lao Tzu, he forcibly 'degreed' the descendants of this sect. Could it be that just because this is your territory, you don't take Lao Tzu in your eyes? Do you have to pluck your beautiful body and draw blood to be willing? ”

As this voice sounded, the fog that shrouded the heavens and the earth dissipated, and Zhao Sheng then stopped his talent, and his mind returned to normal, but his eyes were still full of indifference, and his face was almost expressionless.

Over the years, the sequelae of the gift of absolute rationality that had been stimulated many times finally began to manifest, his emotional desires had subsided greatly, and rationality went far beyond perceptual cognition.

As far as the eye can see, this place is actually a small world, the area is not large, only a dozen miles, the edge of the sea of clouds is full of smoke, rippling. Most of the ground is paved with jade, and in the depths stands a pavilion as majestic as a heavenly palace.

There is a high platform made of withered jade on it, and on this platform, some kind of feast is being carried out. On the banquet, the delicacies of the immortals are stacked, the aroma of wine is overflowing, and the fairy sound is bursting.

Most of the seats were empty, only a few filled.

But every guest on the seat is extraordinary, each with a strange spirit, and it seems that all of them have unfathomable strength.

Zhao Sheng looked at the past and knew that the strength of the people present was not inferior to him.

After a short glance, Zhao Sheng felt a trace of Ji Dong in his heart.

He didn't know anything about the other people at the table.

But one of them, a woman with skin like snow and a holy appearance, Zhao Sheng had only seen it once.

Not long ago, the "insect girl" I met on the street.

Zhao Sheng had seen with his own eyes the dense transparent nematodes on this woman's body, and the strange Gu like a red cloud.

A Jindan Realm Gu cultivator, whoever sees it is extremely difficult to forget.

"This 'Bodhisattva of Aspirations' is a transfiguration vulture. I'm afraid that the person who spoke is also a strong person in the Yuan Infant Realm. Plus a bunch of sub-demon Dao Jindan. I'm afraid this time it's not just a high-level trading session. ”

Zhao Sheng, who had insight into some of the truth, had a lot of thoughts.

He secretly lowered his head as little as possible to reduce his sense of presence, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bookish old demon still kneeling on the ground with a reverent face, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised by the clever methods of the Bodhisattva of Great Aspirations.

Later, he felt bad, it was clear that the strong man on the high platform of the Heavenly Palace had spoken, but this Bodhisattva of Great Wishes didn't seem to hear it.

She straightened her body and looked directly at Zhao Sheng with her eyes, and her eyes gradually revealed a little strange light.

"Tsk! Will this Bodhisattva be afraid of you? ”

"Besides, he is a junior of the Sea Demon Clan, but he has only cultivated the Blood Soul Sutra. How did you become a member of your Blood Soul Sect? ”

"Li Wufeng, you don't worry about yourself, but you're meddling here. Ben Bodhisattva can hear that the flesh of the blood god is almost rotten. The next spare tire, it should be your turn! ”

With the voice of the Bodhisattva of Great Wishes, all the evil demons and outsiders looked at the person sitting on the main seat on the high platform banquet with voyeuristic eyes.

At a glance, it turned out to be a human man, about forty years old, with a face like a heavy date, a pair of bloody eyes, red beard, and a blood-colored robe on his body, and countless expressionless pale dead faces appeared on the surface of the robe from time to time.

Although he doesn't look ugly, he is obviously different from ordinary people. What's more, the incomparably weird blood robe made people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts, and they couldn't help but avoid this person's gaze.

Obviously, this is Li Wufeng, one of the two primordial ancestors of the Blood Demon Sect, nicknamed the "Blood Sea" ancestor