The quiet tone and the whispered poems seemed ordinary, but against the backdrop of the roar of the waves of the endless sea of blood and the collapse and annihilation of many Buddhist lotus flowers before, it was particularly sharp, word by word, as if a heavy hammer hit the air, and it fell heavily on the hearts of the Bodhisattvas and Arhats, making their hearts continue to sink.

A middle-aged monk, with a big black beard, a half-draped robe, and a huge rosary around his neck, folded his hands and said angrily: "Who is the demon who dares to do something here and deceive us!! ”

"It's not too fast—it's out of shape!"

With a loud shout, the sound was like thunder, and the spirit spread outward, attracting vitality, but it turned into a lion in the void, roaring with its head raised, and the ripples gathered and smashed, causing a wave swept by the sea of blood to collapse in an instant, and then two streamers swirled left and right, tearing the void of the sea of blood and smashing forward.

A bodhisattva on the left side contemplated and suddenly struck out a palm, and the Dharma was boundless, vast and bright, and it was imprinted forward.

On the right, count the Arhats to form a thunderous lion's roar.

It turned out to be the power of the monks to defeat these two streamers, and the monks' faces showed a look of joy, but they saw that the streamer was scattered, and the two things were inserted upside down on the ground, their color was simple, there were delicate lines, and they were ink-colored, and they were actually two scabbards!

The expression of the Bodhisattva who was the angry lion roar of the Buddha Gate slowly solidified little by little, and his eyes showed boundless horror.

"Just by relying on the scabbard, there is such great power......"

A sword was bright and bright, tearing the waves of the sea of blood, and the waves of hundreds of meters that exploded seemed to lose their strength, and smashed down, splashing streamers, almost as clear as red jade, and the indifferent voice sounded unhurriedly:

"Trampling on the Chronicle, life and death."

"All gods are destroyed, and the victor is my name."

"The long sword drinks blood, and this body is not guilty!"

The sword light folded, pure and comfortable, dressed in a dark red robe, agitated in the wind, and the blood jade hairpin, so that the end of the long black hair had a slight scarlet color, Qi Wufu was not very suitable for these two swords, but the various things he had just seen and what he knew were extremely shocking in his heart, making this heart more and more murderous, and he could almost sense the arrogance in this sea of blood.

The world is huge! The Six Realms are endless!

Endless enemies, endless enemies!

Before, I thought that the impulse of poetry left by Yuchen Daojun was a little strange after all, and I always felt embarrassed afterwards, but at this moment, I was incarnated as a Yuan Blood Clone, holding the Blood Sea Ancestor Foundation Double Blood Sword, and Qi Wufu, who had a somewhat deviated personality, felt that this poem was just right, just right, it was simply the best!

If not, how to spit out the murder in your heart!

"The sea of blood is churning, wanting to swallow the Quartet, this formation, is it ......?"

An old monk suddenly recalled a certain ancient scripture he had seen in the past, realized what this sign represented, and exclaimed, "This is, the old ...... of the sea of blood."

"Please stop !!"

The sea of blood was churning, and those monks seemed to have something to say, the Daoist's double swords were slightly raised, and the more than three hundred Dao Yuqing Yuan Origin True Talismans left before were all activated in an instant, and the majestic Yuan Qi that had gathered suddenly spread out, and poured directly into this sea of blood in one breath, allowing Qi Wufu to directly have the power to surpass the upper limit of the Qi that could be mobilized at this level.

Although it is the Shangqing Method, the power of the Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun is also used under this foundation.

Sanqing is the Tao, why bother to divide into three.

The sea of blood was churning, and the power was too turbulent and terrifying, the previous Bodhisattva's face changed greatly, and he said hurriedly: "The opposite side may be the disciple inheritance of the ancient Blood Sea Daoist, this sword momentum is too fierce, many initiates work together to suppress this Blood Sea Dao Monarch first!" ”

The old monk with a kind look opened his mouth and hurriedly said, "Remember, remember!" ”

"Don't kill him!"

"He killed so much, if he can be Pudu, it is an immeasurable Dharma merit, and this flesh and blood, isn't it a rare [flesh Buddha]! Being able to turn this fierce person into a chanting disciple in front of my Buddha proves that my Buddha's magic power is boundless and his magical powers are vast? ”

More than a dozen Bodhisattvas each showed the Dharma, mobilized the ritual, in an instant [Landa Temple], the Buddha's light was blazing, rising to the sky, there was the sound of endless people chanting Buddhist scriptures, permeating the heavens and the earth, the sky was falling, and the ground was surging golden lotus, but at the peak of this ritual, it suddenly seemed to collapse and made a strange sound.

Immediately, the bright Buddha light stagnated in an instant, and then shook at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sadhana is the most sophisticated.

To pay attention to the time and place, a lot of cooperation, a little carelessness on the specifications, the transmission and change of the qi, there will be many loopholes, the previous Qi Wufu first destroyed many magic weapons, and then destroyed the body Buddha statue, which is equivalent to directly cutting out two dazzling and huge hideous cracks on this ritual.

In an instant, the Buddhas' rituals lose their harmony, although they can only be restored in an instant.

However, when the true monarch fights, he can produce thousands of swords with just one thought, and the sword qi can penetrate the void.

This moment of time is already an extremely fatal loophole for the True Monarch level, Qi Wufu holds the sword in both hands, outlining the exterior of the Blood River, only in an instant, he has already swung the sword!

The long sword is clear and clear, killing all things, not touching cause and effect, and robbing the sword three!

The broad sword is thick and turbid, committing crimes, killing forests, and cutting swords!

The two swords are staggered, outlining foreign objects, and the vitality is swarming, and the blood river follows, in the eyes of the bodhisattvas and monks, it is the Buddha's light that has a momentary delay, and the next moment, this domineering blood river is roaring and roaring, as if it has turned into two matches, and it is slaughtered.

In an instant, the Dharma was broken!

The Buddha's light is gone!

The sea of blood is dirty, and it is the most pure aura!

The endless sea of blood directly engulfed this [Landa Temple].

The blood-robed Taoist had slightly narrowed eyes and a flat voice:

"Chop."

Rumble!!!!

A sea of blood, a raging wave!

……………………

And before, Qi Wufu saw the place where the hundreds of survivors were.

Those young children did not know that the old monk had attained nirvana, but those elders knew that after the person left, there was even more of a kind of person who was trapped in this critical place, but he was helpless and had nothing to look forward to, although the person showed great sympathy for them, but after he left, these people were still somewhat worried in their hearts.

They are afraid, afraid that the person will never return; Fear that the person is just deceiving them.

In fact, he has fled for his life.

In such a dangerous environment, life is like a candle about to be extinguished, the fire of reason can no longer illuminate the mixed thoughts in the heart, under the extreme anxiety and fear, one by one thoughts continue to emerge, they subconsciously shrink their bodies, towards the body of the old monk, shrink together, one by one with their heads bowed, waiting for the next step of fate.

The atmosphere here seems to be more oppressive than before.

Not only did people not talk, but even the sound of breathing subconsciously slowed down a lot.

Waiting—

With the sound of water dripping from nowhere, time passed slowly, and the silence here became deeper and deeper, and people snuggled up to each other, not speaking, and suddenly, only a loud bang was heard, and the place suddenly trembled, accompanied by a subconscious exclamation.

People huddled together, and saw the majestic, resplendent and luxurious temple complex outside collapse in a violent tremor, the temple collapsed, annihilated, the original gorgeous and hard walls seemed to be unable to withstand the impact of some powerful force, and actually began to tear out cracks one after another, and the cracks spread, instantly spreading in front.

At this moment, the snow-white walls spread far away, the collapsed golden temples, and the golden words that were annihilated one by one.

and cracks in the white walls.

The people who snuggled up to the dead old monk.

It forms an extremely depressing, distinct, but also strong tension picture.

This moment seemed to last for a long time, and it seemed to be only a short moment.

A child, a child who had never been outside, grabbed a small stone, and threw it at the tall, white, holy monastery wall, and with little strength, the small stone flew out of the faint barrier of light, and then slammed into the tall and solid wall, and then fell gently to the ground with a crisp sound.

The child's eyes widened innocently, but he looked ahead with anger.

The next moment-

Densely blooming on the white holy wall, a small stone fell, the crack spread to the sides and around, one stone after another, the blood-colored sea water poured in, pushed to the tall and holy wall, and the collapse and burst out of the flowers in an instant, as if they were flowers blooming in the sea of blood.

The sea of blood, the annihilated light of the Buddha, and the distant blue sky.

All of them poured into the eyes of these people.

Let them be crazy for a while.

Rumble!!!

And at that moment, immersed in seeing the beauty of the outside world, the boundless sea of blood rolled up, as if falling from the sky, with countless boulders, with the bronze bell of the huge temple, and the Buddha statue, all smashed down here, so the old man hugged the child, and the adult subconsciously protected the old man, like a lotus flower.

The outstretched arms were hugged in layers, and in the center was the corpse of the dead old monk.

So much for.

Dharma, right here.

The people tensed their bodies, but the expected sharp pain did not come, the faint golden streamer dispersed, and the blood-colored sea rolled with boulders and broken Buddha statues, circulating to both sides, bombarding different places, and the blue sky and sunlight sprinkled warmly on the body.

For a while, I couldn't believe it, and I was a little stunned.

There was a sudden silence here.

The child who was born here patted the dead old monk's arm, pointed out and giggled:

"Look, look, what a big Buddhist temple roof, so high, what a big wall!"

"Look!"

People have sour noses and want to tell the child.

That's the sky, that's the mountain.

It's the heavens and the earth.

And the old monk is dead.

But they raised their heads, as if in an illusion, and the dead monk, who had lowered his eyebrows, suddenly soothed, his furrowed eyebrows loosened, and with a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, his palms fell to the ground.

It's just a bit of dust.

At the other end, the battle, still going on, seems to be over.

Countless Buddha statues have been shattered, and [Landa Temple] seems to have lost its original purity and freedom, and has been corroded by the surging and boundless sea of blood for thousands of years, and the bluestone bricks and tiles have been corroded and broken.

Combat is never just a realm battle.

Moves, timing, momentum, mentality, and determination are all enough to determine the outcome of a battle.

And here, this battle!

With the true inheritance of the Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun to gather momentum, with the ancient blood sea as a soldier, and the sword of the Qing Lingbao Tianzun descendant to make a move.

In the human realm, he confronted the enemy who wanted to seek humanitarian luck with the luck of the world.

Countless elements have been stacked to the level, Qi Wufu is even just an ordinary Taoist can balance the level of cultivators, only talking about the general trend, this time second only to him riding a green ox, setting off thousands of miles of purple qi to break the Buddha's battle, what you see in front of you, the sea of blood is majestic, straight like the sea of water.

But this is the "general trend" and the momentum is magnificent.

He had just gathered momentum for a few moves, and several Bodhisattvas dared to stand in the way of his sword.

He died immediately under the raging waves of sword qi.

It is difficult to rob the sword to have a killing effect on Taiyi, Yuan Shi Tianzun, Gou Chen Houtu and other strong enemies.

But it is only a normal move for the three clears and four royals.

For the big product, it can almost be called -

Nirvana!

The bodies of those Bodhisattvas fell into the sea of blood, the sea of blood rolled, and the flesh and blood of the Bodhisattva's golden body disappeared, and they were swallowed by this sea of blood, and the sea of blood churned, lively and joyful, and the momentum was even greater.

Bodhisattvas are still like this, not to mention the rest of the Arhats, Vajra, and even ordinary Buddha cultivators.

Heavy casualties.

But also, the blame is self-inflicted.

The old Bodhisattva before was stunned, and his body trembled slightly.

He saw the tragic death of his fellow practitioners, the raging waves of the sea of blood, and the fact that the Dao man stepped into the sea of blood, his swords were pure, and the surrounding initiates sank into the sea of blood, and his body turned into blood and water, and the old Bodhisattva's body trembled and could not be controlled, and he muttered: "Blood demon...... Bo Xun ......"

"You're, you're the Ancient Blood Demon ?!!"

"Such momentum, such power, you are not his descendant, you are him!"

"You're the Ancient Blood Demon !!"

"Shouldn't you have died under the sword of Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun?! How are you still alive?! ”

"My Buddha, the evil is here, please take action, break this demon, break this demon!!"

The blood-robed Taoist carried his twin swords, looking at the [Landa Temple] that collapsed and annihilated in front of him, shrouded by the sea of blood, there were monks around him who died in battle, and there were monks who wanted to escape, but they were bound by the boundless waves of the sea of blood, and they were drowned by the force, struggling with blood, and soon disappeared.

The old Bodhisattva folded his hands and chanted Buddhist scriptures, and the Buddha's light rose.

Qi Wufu wanted to take out the sword, but he was suddenly slightly stunned.

He raised his eyes slightly, looking at the West from afar.

A pure and majestic meaning appeared, presenting the boundless artistic conception of Buddhism, and then in the air-

Pointing straight to Qi without confusion!

It's the Buddha!

(End of chapter)