Countless immortal monks raised their heads and stared at the Buddha's light and stars in the sky.

Since two months ago, the Buddha's light stars have begun to accelerate their dimming on the basis of their already dim foundation, and each flicker has dimmed by a minute.

Everybody knows,

Because of the death of fanatical believers one by one, the gods did not make any moves, and did not show the miracles propagated in the doctrinal scriptures, such as 'King Kong is immortal and indestructible', 'God is as powerful as hell, God is as powerful as the sea', 'Those who blaspheme the true Buddha will be punished by God to descend into the world, and the soul of the god will never be reborn'.

On the contrary, the abbots, acquaintances, and heads who are kind and kind on weekdays are exposed under the public trial, with farts and urine, mountains of gold, silver and jewelry at home, and groups of servant women and beautiful concubines.

Will, no.

Ci, too.

In the hearts of the people, Baoding Maitreya instantly changed from a majestic god to a street rat and a hateful clown.

In society, the people struggled between hunger and cold, and many pent-up resentments broke out at once.

The incense deities suppress the desires of sentient beings, make them live in poverty and misery, struggle to make ends meet, and concentrate their only hope and spiritual sustenance in the temple to gain faith.

Now, it's time for a backlash.

Infinite resentment, along the original line of incense faith, poured into the hearts of the believers in the past,

In the midst of the incomparably desirable Western Elysium!

At this moment,

What is poured out between every flicker of the Incense God Kingdom is no longer incense faith, but resentment!

The resentment and curse that hundreds of people have awakened to pour into it, comparable to the most terrible poison.

With each flicker, it dimmed a little bit, dimmer and dimmer.

Until there was only a glimmer of light, it stopped.

No matter how much resentment comes into it, nothing will change.

"That's the limit."

General Staff An Siyan explained: "He performed the secret technique of Shinto obtained from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, temporarily closed the port for the incense belief relics to receive incense from the outside world, and relied on the incense belief accumulated in the past to survive. ”

"Baoding Maitreya is an incense deity who has only flourished for decades, and the belief in incense is limited."

"The seniors of the Xianmen Military Department analyzed that as long as he waited for thirty to fifty years and the beliefs of the outside world did not change, he would die a natural death."

"Commander-in-Chief, what is your opinion?"

An Siyan asked.

A lot of eyes converge.

As the commander-in-chief of the ground landing force,

He had a huge say in this regard, and no matter what he chose, the Bronze Aerospace Front would respect it, and thirty or fifty years was nothing to most high-ranking monks.

"Attack."

Jiang Ding's answer was simple.

"Yes!"

An Siyan saluted and passed the order to officers at all levels.

The engines of the four million tank units were started, the roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the waves of water were lined up, advancing in the direction of the Xuanwu Four Poles Delimitation Array.

Obviously there is no shouting to kill,

But there was a strong killing intent echoing in the heavens and the earth, cold and cold, and the demon beasts and wolves in the sea within a radius of hundreds of kilometers rushed to the ground, frantically fleeing for their lives.

……

Inside the Delimiting Formation.

I don't see the cold earth, the staggered formation lines.

As far as the eye can see, rivers of honey and elixir, hills of barbecued meat, boulders made of white-flour steamed buns, soil paved with brown sugar, and the golden temple of the Buddha in the clouds in the distance......

Everything, from the perspective of the divine soul, is exactly the same as described in the teachings of the Baoding Maitreya Sect.

Today, the situation has changed.

Desolate.

The rivers of honey and agar have dried up, the hills of barbecued meat are rotten, and the white-faced steamed bun boulders have become real granite boulders.

The golden temple in the clouds fell, smashed on the ground and turned into ruins, and there was no light in sight.

In the Great Hall of the Golden Palace,

Baoding Maitreya sat down, looking more serene and kind than ever before.

Around it, the corpses of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation Cultivators were laid out horizontally, some had been sucked dry, some had been gnawed their heads, and some had half of their bodies torn apart.

"I'm so comfortable......"

Baoding Maitreya was in a trance, and said to himself: "It turns out that I am a god, and I should be killed and taken away, instead of being bound by the prohibition of the divine soul, muddy, and driven by the ants of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace at will......"

“…… In the future, I want to be so comfortable......"

"Feel free to ......"

He showed a hint of hideousness: "Slaughter those treacherous and lowly mortals who don't know the gods, and let this world become a real Baoding Buddha country, what Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, what East Pole Demon Gate, in my Buddha country, you will die!" ”

Whoa, whoa!

In my ears, there was a terrible whistling sound.

Looking up,

Millions of armor-piercing shells flickered and turned into an endless canopy, constantly falling here, shattering the Great Array and the surface defenses of the Buddha Kingdom, and crushing layers of spiritual light.

"Resuscitation, my devotees, our last ......"

Baoding Maitreya's eyes showed a trace of warmth.

The earth cracked, the Golden Temple bloomed again, and a figure walked out of it, Shinong and Industrialist, with fanatical expressions.

"True Buddha!"

“…… Baoding Maitreya, King Kong is immortal, indestructible...... King Kong Immortal ......"

They recited aloud the scriptures of the Baoding Maitreya Sect, rose from the earth and the golden temple, came to the front of the artillery, skillfully maneuvered, and seemed to have undergone countless trainings, and every movement was extremely standard.

Over the years, the souls of fanatical Buddhists and devout Buddhists have been accumulated!

……

Ten rounds of thunderous salvos of millions of armor-piercing shells cleared the smoke of gunpowder.

Failed to cause any damage to the Xuanwu Quadrupole Delimiting Array.

The thirty-six pillars were still shining, and the sound of artillery explosions sounded inside.

"Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, it's still the same old way."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

There was no need to give any orders, and the torrent of steel tanks roared forward, approaching the demarcation formation fifty kilometers away, and the heavy artillery roared again in multiple rounds, shattering all the World War II artillery and the Buddhist believers who seemed to have real bodies in them.

Follow the torrent of steel tanks and step into the Bounding Formation and the Buddha Kingdom of Baoding Incense.

“…… King Kong is immortal and indestructible......"

“…… My Buddha Treasure Ding Maitreya, the supreme true Buddha ......"

Jiang Ding appeared at the moment of this world.

The formation and the incense Buddha Kingdom shook together, the sky and the earth cracked, and the Buddha army came out of the cracks one by one.

The power of endless incense faith rippled between heaven and earth as they walked out, and the broken incense Buddha country partially regained its former vitality.

This Buddhist army has eight divisions.

There are 100,000 people in each of them, and the kings of their tribes are all terrifying breathes in the late Jindan period, leading their tribes to form a large array of Vajra Buddha and surround the youth groups who have broken in.

The Xuanwu Four Extremes Boundary Formation roared and fused with it, once again raising its majesty.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha with his hands folded and six arms on his back, with a solemn appearance, descended and became the core of the Vajra Buddha's great array, ruling everything.

(End of chapter)