Boom -

The wind roared furiously, the blood clouds were churning, and there was no lightning, but there was a rolling thunder, which was so dull that people couldn't breathe! The blood rain invaded the city, the bloody wind was smoking, and the ancient capital of the sacrificial race country trembled in the dark night!

"Whoa......

Black-red blood droplets sprinkled down on the whole city like raindrops, like wall paint, painting the sacrificial city black and red, like a ghost city in the capital of the city. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Xian now also knows that when the nine-headed insect and the Ten Thousand Saints Dragon King stole the treasure, why they didn't just cast evil spells on the pagoda of Jinguang Temple, but did not hesitate to waste mana to rain blood in the whole sacrificial city, but after speeding up, those blood rains hit the Buddha light of the Buddha, and they will not all be annihilated, and there are no blood droplets of annihilation, so that the whole city is full of blood rain by the power of the Buddha's counterattack, making the city full of blood rain.

Under the gaze of a pair of glaucoma, Chen Xian found that the protective Buddha light released by the Buddha quickly disappeared, and he believed that it would not take half a pillar of incense to wipe it out, and as for the unstoppable Buddha, it could last for a quarter of an hour at most.

Compared with before, this speed is simply the gap between a sports car and an ox cart, more than ten times faster, but Chen Xian's brows did not stretch, but wrinkled even tighter.

The speed has increased, but at this speed, the blood rain will stop in less than ten minutes, and it will not be able to achieve the purpose of destroying the Buddha.

Chen Xian frowned and thought about it, after the blood rain dissipated, the power of the big Buddha should be weakened by about eighty percent, and with his cultivation that is now comparable to the four turns of Xuangong, he should be able to forcibly take the treasure.

After thinking like this, Chen Xian put his mind at ease, lifted his spiritual eyes, and concentrated on observing the changes in the field.

"I'll go, this Buddhist exercise is really obscene!" After carefully watching it with his spiritual eyes for a while, Chen Xian couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart.

It turned out that after concentrating, Chen Xian saw something that he hadn't noticed before. I saw that in his eyes shining with blue light, there was the reflection of the entire sacrificial country, and in addition to the blood and luck that I saw before, there were countless red filaments, and there were countless starting points, but there was only one end point, that is, the big Buddha that shrouded the Jinguang Temple. These red velvets, like plastic tubes that transport blood, will transport countless blood of the same blood type as the Buddha to the Buddha, making the already dim light, like the Buddha who has lost too much blood to resurrect again, and the dragon and tiger will be alive.

According to the "Analysis of the Visions Seen by the Spiritual Eye", Chen Xian knew that these red silk threads were the power of incense produced by the people in the city of Saisai who burned incense and worshiped the Buddha out of fear, and prayed for the relics enshrined on the pagoda of Jinguang Temple to protect them, that is, the power of faith.

The Buddha's absorption of faith is equivalent to fighting with countless nurses, and Chen Xian really can't think of other words to describe it except for the word obscene. Of course, this is envy, jealousy and hatred, because first, he does not have this method of using faith, second, there are not so many humble foolish people to contribute faith to him, and third, he does not have so much strength and courage, robbing believers under the nose of Buddhism, seizing faith, and establishing a lion camel country, but the lion camel king who disappeared after the beginning of the journey to the west is the best example from the past.

Chen Xian's depression only lasted for a short moment, faith is a one-time consumable after all, focusing on the accumulation of ordinary times, at this time, the prayer of all the people is just a temporary cramming, and it cannot make the power of the relics suddenly rise, and every mortal, the power of faith provided in a day is limited, exhausted, and it is useless to burn more incense.

The reason why Chen Xian said that the people in the city are foolish people is really the angry words under the "mourning their misfortune and being angry with them", the so-called praying to God is better than asking for himself, after all, he will not respond to God. These people do not know that the power of God comes from them, and without their incense offerings, God would fall from the altar. It stands to reason that mortals are God's food and clothing, not to mention kneeling and begging for support, but they should also give back, but God is high up and regards mortals as ants, while mortals do not learn a lesson, but believe more religiously, trying to get God's favor, and ascend to the Pure Land of Heaven and Elysium after death, like self-hypnosis, immersed in the beautiful dreams woven by themselves, and do not move their butts to think, if the Kingdom of Heaven is really so beautiful, God will come down to earth to tell you, is it not good to live in it directly, and you have to come to this sea of red dust and bitterness to roll around? It's nothing more than a pie of cake, writing countless empty checks, and coaxing faith. If you want to give an example, just think about why the king of Jizo has not become a Buddha yet, what kind of cause and effect, there are so many good people in the world, and there are many religious believers, so if you count it, there should be no one in the world, and there are only some evil spirits left in the underworld, who have sunk into the eighteen layers of hell and suffered, and the king of Jizo can have compassion and become a Buddha if he overtakes them, but the fact is that he ...... Don't talk about it.

Belief is limited, the second spring of the Buddha manifested by the relics did not last long before it was commissioned, and as time went by, the Buddha's protective Buddha light has been completely wiped out, pig blood, cow blood, sheep blood, chicken blood, dog blood and other dry animal blood poured on the Buddha's shiny bald head.

"Whew-"

After the blood rain fell on the big Buddha's shiny bald head, it made a sound like cold water splashing on a red-hot soldering iron. As soon as the blood rain on the head touched the bald head of the Buddha, it was evaporated, and not even a trace of white gas rose.

"Sneer......"

After the Buddha's light was wiped out, the blood rain was no longer hindered, driven by the strong wind, and poured onto the Buddha's body, like sulfuric acid, the smooth Buddha body was corroded into a pit, and the sound of sneering was loud.

After the blood rain wore away the Buddha's light, it rained for another three or four minutes before it stopped, and the blood clouds in the sky were also blown away by the strong wind, and the bright moonlight shone on the sacrificial city again.

At this time, the houses, city walls, and floor tiles were all stained black and red with blood, and there were still blood stains on the ground, and the thick bloody atmosphere filled the whole city, and people and animals were silent, and it was as dead and silent as a ghost city, full of terrifying poetry and picturesqueness.

After the baptism of bloody rain and bloody wind, the big Buddha shrouded in Jinguang Temple has been corroded to a thousand holes, and the whole has shrunk a circle, just like the body cast in gold has become pitch black, full of potholes of different sizes, especially the top of the head that bears the brunt of the most serious corrosion, directly cut into a plane, flush with the forehead, and covered with big holes with potholes, which are full of bloody blood, but the dirty blood is also rapidly evaporating.

Chen Xian sensed the breath of the Buddha at this time, and felt that it was only slightly weaker than Sun Wukong, and it should be the appearance of the late Golden Immortal without capping, he couldn't help laughing:

If it was a living Taiyi Golden Immortal monk, he wouldn't dare to provoke it at all, but it was a pity that the big Buddha manifested by this relic had the mana and momentum of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, but he would not absorb the aura of heaven and earth by himself to recover, nor would he launch an attack, and he was actually ground into the late stage of the Golden Immortal by the blood rain. Although he was still two small realms higher than him, if he cooperated with the Acquired Spirit Treasure Dragon Tooth Sword, he was confident that he would pierce it with one sword and take the relics directly. And the Buddha is the manifestation of relics, as long as the relics are taken, the Buddha will disperse.

Phew――

As if sensing Chen Xian's belief that one blow would kill, the dragon tooth sword hidden in the sheath suddenly popped out of the scabbard after trembling twice, and flew around him happily.

After putting all the altar and the items on it into the storage ring, Chen Xian reached out with his right hand and grasped the hilt of the dragon's tooth sword. With a shake of his right hand, the tip of the sword pointed straight at the relics in the vase on the top of the thirteenth floor of the Jinguang Temple Pagoda.

"A sword is in the wind!" Chen Xian raised his left hand lightly, and his two fingers stood side by side like a sword, his fingertips glowing with firelight, sticking to the sword body, and slowly slashing from the hilt to the tip of the sword......