The sixth hall lord calmed down the complicated mood in his heart, looked up at the front, his eyes were calm and profound, "Since this is the case...", before the words fell, the sixth hall lord came to the Seven Buddhas in an instant with a fresh breeze, "Fellow Daoists, there is no one to accompany you on the road, leave one behind." "Ignite the source of your own laws.

"It's not good, he wants to blow himself up the source of the law!" The Buddha of Life and Death shouted, and a palm containing the Law of Life and Death slapped down towards the Sixth Hall Lord, for life and death, the Buddha of Life and Death has a very keen feeling, his body is the Bamboo of Life and Death, and he has the four innate laws of life and death, reincarnation, yin and yang, and cause and effect, rather than relying on the acquired learning, and is naturally extremely sensitive to life and death.

Rumble... Rumble!

The Buddha of Life and Death reacted immediately, enveloping the key disciples of his disciples in the Buddha's light, and then the Borneo and the dragon elephant simultaneously flashed a burst of body protection Buddha light to protect the body, facing the impact force that swept over. Several other Buddhas protected their disciples in the Buddha's light.

The huge impact swept across the field, bringing up earthy gray dust and smoke, blocking everyone's view.

At the moment when the huge force came, he whispered softly in his ethereal mouth: "Space freezes!" The powerful impact force stopped a few feet away, as if there was an invisible transparent wall in front of him blocking the way of this impact.

"Time passes!" The force grew weaker and smaller, until it was gone, and it was all just a blink of an eye.

The side of the empty gate was intact, and the scattered cultivators and the people of the Holy Land escaped without danger, and at the same time, they also saw the ethereal means.

If it weren't for the brahma and the dragon elephant to bear most of the impact, it would not be as simple as the death of a bodhisattva, but the death and injury of countless bodhisattvas, and tens of thousands of Buddhas were seriously injured and rushed to cause their cultivation to regress.

Although it was supported by the Ten Thousand Buddha Array, the impact was like a sharp sword piercing into the big array, like a poisonous snake crawling into a bird's nest, biting frantically at a group of chicks.

Those who were close to the Seven Buddhas only suffered some skin injuries, and only those who were shrouded in the light of the Seven Buddhas' protective bodies were safe and sound.

"The Venerable Great Wisdom and Dali Puxian was killed by you, your sins are unforgivable, and the heavens are intolerable, so you should enter the Nanwu Abi Hell forever and wash away your sins. "My friend Dazhi Dali Puxian Venerable fell, full of grief, Rao is a member of his Buddhist family, Dazhi Dali Guangde Venerable is also murderous. The Great Wisdom Great Wisdom Venerable who was standing on the side grabbed his hand, "I know your feelings, but if you go out like this, you are undoubtedly going to die." ”

"The death of a friend should be killed in battle, and even if he dies, no one will survive!" "Venerable Dazhi Dali Guangde broke free of the hand grasped by Dazhi Dali and Zhixian Venerable, and flew into the air, his gaze became extremely calm, so quiet that it was terrifying and timid. The Great Wisdom and Great Wisdom Venerable couldn't care so much and flew into the air. The two glanced at each other, and saw the determination in each other's eyes, "Venerable Fuxian died because of you, Juntian Lao'er, take your life!" The two sacrificed the spirit treasure and hit Wan Juntian.

The Buddha of Sorrow rose like smoke and stopped the two of them, "Venerable Guangde and Venerable Zhixian should not make nonsense. ”

"Sorrowful Buddha, why are you blocking my way? Seeing Hong Juntian's disdainful gaze like looking at an ant, the killing machine was even stronger.

The sad Buddha said, "With the death of Venerable Fuxian, I will seek justice for him." ”

"If the thief doesn't die, my heart can't be at peace. Venerable Guangde's eyes were red, and he wept in grief.

Seeing this, the Buddha of Sorrow sighed, put the two of them into the monk's robes, and then looked at Wan Juntian, "Fellow Daoist, Venerable Fuxian died because of you, you come by yourself or me." If you come, the people behind you can go. If I come, I'll be in the mound realm. ”

"The reason why the so-called Venerable Fuxian died was because of your Buddhism, which has nothing to do with the master of this hall, and where do you want me to say this?" Wan Juntian raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked angrily: "Your Buddhism has provoked trouble for no reason, which led to the fall of the sixth hall master of my human race, how do you give an explanation!" Wan Juntian's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he could see that the cold hairs behind the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas behind the Seven Buddhas stood upside down, and his face couldn't help but change.

Wan Juntian sacrificed a long sword and held it in his hand.

The white light of the long sword body shone brightly, this was not a light, but the sword was so sharp that a glimmer of light shone like a small sun emitting a dazzling strong light. This sword is called 'Great Sun Sword', which is the best supreme heavenly treasure, in order to kill heavenly treasures, it can break the sky, kill saints, can cut karma, and it is also the sword of red dust, which is a great weapon for cutting karma and karma.

"If you don't give an explanation today, you can all stay here!" Wan Juntian raised the Great Sun Sword in his hand, "Sword Qi is one!" The innate sword qi extraditionled from the air is hidden in the sword body.

"If you say no. The Buddha of Wuwei, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke, and there were dozens of illusory Buddhas around him chanting Sanskrit sounds.

"I'm sure that Wuwei Daoist and several other Daoists will happily agree. With a slight wave of the Great Sun Sword, the innate sword qi of the Ten Thousand Daos burst out, flying towards the Buddha of Wuwei, the Buddha of Brahma, the Buddha of the Dragon Elephant, the Buddha of Sorrow, the Buddha of Joy, the Buddha of Life and Death, the Buddha of Bodhi and others and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas behind him.

"The Great Sun Sword Technique: The Rising Sun" is a round of rising tomorrow, like the rising sun. With a wave of the Great Sun Sword, it instantly turned into countless flying swords and struck towards the Seven Buddhas and the others.

"The Great Day Sword Technique: Burning the Sun"

"The Great Day Sword Technique: The Sunset Falls"

Wan Juntian waved the Great Sun Sword in his hand, and continuously issued the second and third forms of the Great Sun Sword Technique, and the three sword moves magically fused together, shooting at the seven of them at great speed.

The sword qi that flew at great speed was like a masculine sun rising from the east to setting in the west, which made the seven of them feel incredible, "Rising and setting! This, this is actually the artistic conception." ”

The sword qi containing the artistic conception instantly doubled its power, and when he was caught off guard, a blood hole was stabbed out of the body of the Wuwei Buddha, and this blood hole was right in his heart.

Wuwei Buddha calmly looked at the bloody hole in his chest, but his heart was long gone, but he was not too surprised and reacted much, even if the sky fell, he would not panic. This may have something to do with the law of non-action that he himself has cultivated.

"Senior brother, you!" Bora looked at the injuries on Wuwei's body, and looked at the disciples behind him, those who were low in cultivation had already disappeared, and the disciples in the first row behind him were only pale, but it did not affect them much, the disciples in the second row were injured to a certain extent, and almost all the disciples in the third row were seriously injured, and even the last few Buddhas fell. As for the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh rows, almost all of them have fallen, but there are some exceptions, that is, some ancient Venerables with extremely special identities, they are often comparable to some monks who are mixed with the Yuan and the Golden Immortals, and their combat effectiveness is extremely strong, and ordinary Buddhas are not their opponents. The junior brother was injured, and the disciples lost most of them, and a burst of anger surged into their hearts, "Fellow Daoist, please catch my next attack, don't wait for it to flash to your waist and die." ”

- I thought about it