Thousands of people gathered their eyes, talked about it, and heard a lot of noise.

Jiang Ming, who was in the center of the array, finally began to appreciate the viciousness of this lotus demon array.

Fang Cai's Sanskrit chanting Buddha voice baptized Jiang Ming's wounds from the repeated battles one by one, adjusting his state to the best at this time.

And at this moment, the seal in the hands of the twelve people in the field suddenly changed, and the yuan power in Jiang Ming's body was blessed by the Dharma, and he was immediately pulled by it, and he repeatedly collided with himself. Fortunately, when he was cultivating before, he had often experienced this, and he was able to bear it for a while.

At this time, the sound of the Sanskrit singing was like a magic sound in Jiang Ming's ears, invading his mind. It stirred up Jiang Ming's divine consciousness and thundered in the sea. The Xuanwu Phantom that had been lying in the circle was woken up and roared loudly.

This Xuanwu belongs to a hot temper at one point, and was spared by the Sanskrit singing, and the anger when he got up was big, fluttering and screaming, and the terrifying sound resounded through Jiang Ming's sea of divine consciousness, and gradually forcibly squeezed out the sound of the Sanskrit singing that invaded Jiang Ming's mind!

Burst!

The voice of Xuanwu shook the Sanskrit chant that had originally invaded Jiang Ming's sea of divine consciousness, and injured the people who set up the formation.

The top of the Nine Dao Lotus Stamen was suddenly stained with blood, and the nine disciples holding the Demon Descending Pestle suddenly struck the ground with the pestle, taking advantage of the momentum to stabilize their bodies, and there was still blood dripping from their mouths.

The three masters of the Buddha Township who were sitting in the golden lotus stamen were the first to be affected by the roar of Xuanwu, and the five internal organs shook violently, and their ears roared.

Everyone outside the arena had also noticed the blood mist on the lotus stamen, although they couldn't fully see the internal situation, they could see that the circle of blood could never come from Jiang Ming alone...

"Fuck, this kid is really perverted, and he actually hurt twelve strong men in the Buddha Township?" As a famous cultivator, he burst into foul language in front of the public, which showed that he was extremely shocked in his heart.

"Mom, this new kid is so fierce..."

"Ah...... This little brother is so good, come on, come on!" There are countless female disciples who screamed despite their reserve.

When things came to this point, everyone present in the Jixia School Palace was worried by Jiang Ming alone.

Many female disciples broke out of motherhood and began to pray for Jiang Ming.

There are also many male disciples who silently shouted in their hearts: "Brother, come on, hold on!"

Jiang Ming was trapped by the qi of the nine-petal lotus, his mind was depressed, his breathing was not smooth, and the negative emotions in his heart skyrocketed. The Yuan Force around his body was agitated, and he could be swallowed by the uncontrollable Yuan Force in his body at any time.

The lotus demon array was stirred by the soul of Xuanwu for a while, and the twelve people exerted their strength again, and the sound of the Buddha rumbled up, and the power on the golden lotus was even more powerful, and a huge golden "swastika" appeared on each lotus petal, blessing the lotus petals.

The nine lotus petals, which had been slightly stagnant, began to slowly stack and close again. Condense the more refined Yuan Li and Sanskrit Sing to suppress Jiang Ming who is in the center.

Jiang Ming's body and divine consciousness were facing double pressure, but his body was completely controlled, and he couldn't do anything, so he could only kill quietly. Ever since the Yuan Force on the Demon Suppression Array penetrated through his body, the Yuan Force in his body was no longer under his control at all, and he was allowed to move the formation at will.

Jiang Ming's body was in great pain, his body seemed to be swept by inches, and blood beads poured out of his pores under the heavy pressure, and slowly he was covered in blood, and even his cheeks were completely covered with blood.

Jiang Ming gritted his teeth and endured bitterly. He had only one thought in his heart: to carry it through is to win.

These were the words he had said to himself before he had been starving to death countless times in the cold.

Sanskrit once again invaded Jiang Ming's divine consciousness with an unstoppable force, and the blood-red Xuanwu phantom roared angrily again, and the heads of turtles and snakes emitted thunderous sound waves at the same time, resisting the invasion of Sanskrit sound.

But this time, the Sanskrit sound poured in from all directions in Jiang Ming's sea of divine consciousness, and even every inch of space, as if there were tens of thousands of Buddhas chanting at the same time, Jiang Ming's entire sea of divine consciousness was shaking, and the two waves that were enough to make Qiankun turbulent in his sea of divine consciousness repel each other, making Jiang Ming's sea of divine consciousness almost want to explode.

Although that Xuanwu is strong, it can only stick to one side. The body was constantly invaded by Sanskrit sounds from all directions, and the figure gradually began to fade.

After a long time, the once invincible Xuanwu phantom finally dissipated under the Sanskrit sound, turning into a little red light and wandering in the sea of Jiang Ming's divine consciousness.

The Sanskrit sound converged, forming a little golden light, and the golden light went towards the middle of Jiang Ming's divine consciousness sea, accumulating sand into a tower, and little by little it accumulated into a golden Buddha phantom sitting on the lotus platform. Suspended above the sea of divine consciousness, the Buddha's face was calm as if he was in control, and he lowered his eyebrows and looked down on Jiang Ming's entire sea of divine consciousness.

Bits of golden light were still converging from all directions in the entire sea of divine consciousness, endlessly. The phantom quickly solidified, and the golden light shone brighter and brighter.

"Damn, what is this for? Do you have a home in the young master's mind? Control Lao Tzu's consciousness?" Jiang Ming sensed such a scene, and immediately became furious.

He can't move his body, but his consciousness can. The chaotic lands around the sea of divine consciousness are all his potential consciousness, and this is his heaven and earth!

Under Jiang Ming's anger, the subconscious in the sea of divine consciousness quickly awakened, and the entire sea of divine consciousness, which was originally occupied by endless darkness, began to gradually shine from a little inconspicuous dark corner, like countless candles being lit one by one, although slowly, but unstoppable!

Jiang Ming observed the phantom of the Buddha in the sea of divine consciousness, and his heart was filled with anger.

"Old god stick, I get angry when I see your hairstyle!

Jiang Ming saw the phantom of the Buddha, and suddenly remembered the transformation technique that the little fat man gave him before.

"Since these twelve rough men can transform into Buddha statues in my divine consciousness, then why can't I transform into what I want on my own territory?"

With a slight movement of his mind, Jiang Ming gradually forgot about the physical pain, his divine consciousness was completely concentrated, and a little bit of consciousness converged under his control, according to the transformation method passed by the little fat man, and regarded consciousness as the yuan force.

All the new light in the sea of divine consciousness was used by him, and even the Xuanwu fragments that dissipated into a little red light were also found by him, and they converged towards the top of the golden Buddha statue's head. Countless rays of light are like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea, like waterfalls flowing backwards, condensing bits of light and gradually forming a bright galaxy, which converges at that point under Jiang Ming's control.

"What kind of image is it good to make? A domineering dragon? Or a rare and trendy yin and yang diagram? It doesn't seem to work, so it's better to mold it into myself!" Jiang Ming thought to himself, just do what he said, the huge pressure outside the body has instead fulfilled his absolute concentration in the world of consciousness.

In his rare state, if he is seen by the bigwigs in the outside world, he will definitely be jealous and go crazy. Such a mysterious state is called the realm of "Tongxuan", and it is a great opportunity to encounter it. For the top practitioners, it is very important to be able to go one step further.

Outside his body, the sound of Buddha singing Huang Zhong Da Lu was like mountains constantly pressing on Jiang Ming's back. Blood was oozing from every pore and every inch of skin on his body. And Jiang Ming in the world of consciousness was unaware.

The golden shimmer that slowly lit up in his subconscious mind and the tiny fragments of Xuanwu Phantom were gathered by him and condensed into shape. A majestic figure has slowly formed above the head of the dazzling Buddha statue.

This kind of exercise of condensing the form of all things, called "Mahamudra" in Buddhism, is very profound and mysterious, there are hundreds of thousands of changes, each change is extremely difficult for practitioners, according to legend, throughout the ages, in addition to the Buddhist patriarch who created this method, only the Buddha who created the lotus demon array has practiced it all.

Jiang Ming now had a whim to use the "Mahamudra" method to condense the phantom of consciousness, but he invisibly got the wonderful meaning that Buddhism cannot be without appearance and all laws are one.

And such a virtual image of consciousness that exists in the sea of divine consciousness has another title called - Yuan Shen!