Only then did everyone realize that the situation was urgent, how could they dare to be lazy, and in an instant, they all raised their swords and carried them, wanting to kill the seriously injured Wei Tuo first.

Wei Tuo had no strength to fight back, so he could only dodge tremblingly, letting one spell after another sword hit the stone, and within a moment, he didn't even have the strength to dodge, so he simply didn't dodge, and laughed miserably,

At this time, the evil Buddha finally made a move, and the gesture of "Great Wisdom Manjushri" remained unchanged, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, he directly spewed out a mouthful of dark green spittle.

The stench was extreme, the filth was extreme, and the disgusting was extreme, and everyone stepped on it one after another, hurriedly avoiding it, lest it get a drop.

Suddenly, the evil Buddha laughed again, and in the midst of the sly, the spit changed, and the needles were suspended in the air, and countless polluted needles rained out, and then turned into a second wave of stronger offensives.

Liquid condensation needle rain, but it is fast and slow staggered, different severity, how dare everyone be careless, concentrate on coping, at the same time, wildfire, Xuanbing, iron pestle, fist print, ink thunder, have been sacrificed.

The sound of "ding, ding, ding" was endless, and everyone turned the danger into a disaster, and the dirty needle rain was blocked by all, and the filthy needles that were scattered in all directions pierced into the stone slabs on the ground and into the surrounding bookshelves, causing bursts of corrosive sounds.

The stench spread, and everyone frowned to protect their mouths and noses, and the worst thing was the Vedic Bodhisattva lying on the ground.

When Manjushri was manipulating the filthy needle rain, he didn't care about its thoughts at all, and let the filthy needles pierce its body, and now only half of its body has been corroded with holes, as if it has no breath.

"Phew! When everyone saw this scene, they were disgusted, and Yan Hao directly broke his spit.

The evil Buddha was not ashamed, and continued to laugh wildly, at this moment, I saw a gray and black dirty wind gushing out of the body of the Manjushri evil Buddha, the wind gathered, the wind swirled, and the dirty wind danced, the voice of the Manjushri evil Buddha changed, a word and a song, the mantra was gloomy, and the yin wind was bleak!

Every time a word is sung, the brighter it is in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and every time there is a light, the more empty the hearts of the Mochen people become, and they don't know what they should think or do, so they have only one thought left: kneel down and worship the true Buddha and surrender to the true God!

Everyone understands that as long as they kneel, they will be subdued by the spell of the evil Buddha, and they will immediately be swallowed by the stomach. The five hundred golden-bodied Arhats in the front hall and the three Buddhas in the side hall were all killed in this way by the mouth of the evil Buddha.

The body is trembling, the knees are heavy, and the only thing that can be supported is the innate instinct, everyone supports, and then supports, and does not kneel or bow their heads!

"Hurry up! Interrupt his mantra!" Mo Chen's soul was full of Lingyuan, and he let out a loud shout, louder and louder than the mantra, and even his throat was overwhelmed with several mouthfuls of blood.

In a trance, the bright sound pierced the nine skies, penetrated into the hearts of everyone, and fought for a glimmer of life for everyone.

Such an opportunity, how could everyone let it go, Yan Hao angrily used the black tooth martial arts, Dandan'er waved the incomparable fire fist again, Yongyiyi and Xuanyuan Wen Ying Shuiyuan intertwined with each other, the ink dust thunder method roared, and everyone immediately moved when they heard the sound, but the evil words and mantras of the Manjushri Evil Buddha gradually took shape, spreading in a circle, and the oppressed people could not move forward.

"Da!" Seeing that the black jade Buddha was repairing faster and faster, the emperor shouted loudly, and the surrounding aura gathered in his body, and the bird seal runes appeared on his forehead, and a desolate and ancient aura burst out from her body with the charm of ancient vicissitudes.

The cultivation soared violently, the Xuan Gong turned like waves, the eyes of the emperor wind chime were closed, and the vast spiritual yuan rose from the smoke in the body, forming a body protection smoke.

Immediately afterwards, the emperor opened his arms and performed the yuan according to the law, silently recited the mantra, and made a visualization of no delusion and no thoughts in his heart.

In just an instant, the whole Buddha township, the wind blows the fire, and the surrounding yang fire is with her, rising upwards from all directions, turning into a Buddha Zen lotus gathered between the palms, and gradually condensed into shape, it is actually a small three-legged golden crow standing in the round sun.

Yuyang Golden Crow, the emperor's family coat of arms. The golden crow is majestic, the golden crow is arrogant, the peak of the demon beast, and the source of all fires.

The emperor family can use such a divine beast as a family symbol, and it is inextricably linked with the divine bird Golden Crow.

In less than a moment, the last yang fire lotus flower melted into the bathing yang golden crow, the last word of the mantra was silently sung, and the divine bird in the palm of his hand was really condensed, the golden eyes opened, the golden wings opened, the little golden crow raised its head, opened its mouth, and a clear long cry resounded through the god of the Buddha's hometown.

It is a call, an invitation, and a majestic order of the divine bird, and an unchanged edict of the emperor's family.

In an instant, the sun and fire swirled together, spinning wildly, the nature of fire, the more it moved, the faster it turned, the more fierce it turned, and the fire skyrocketed layer by layer during the rotation, but in a moment's effort, it turned into a monstrous whirlpool!

The blazing fire suddenly brightened the entire Scripture Pavilion!

Manjushri was burned and screamed, and the evil words and incantations were forced to stop, but everyone was like a spring breeze, the fire burned the room, all the internal and external injuries were healed, and even the wounds of the white jade Buddha in the corner across the whole body began to gradually repair.

The Fire Dao has always been known for its domineering and fierce spirits, and most ordinary fire cultivators will pursue the four words "fierce and blazing" in the cultivation of the Fire Method, in their opinion, the nature of the flame is like this, and only by exerting it to the extreme can they cultivate the Fire Dao to the fullest.

As everyone knows, the real flame, evil is the expression of good, and the fierceness is soft on the outside. In fact, the gift of fire is far greater than the burning of fire.

For example, in front of us, fire can produce firewood for heating and smelt casters, and the lofty one, the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west but never fails to make an appointment, the light blows the world warmly.

Being able to add a gentle and healing flame to the fierce and blazing is the best in the fire, the ultimate in fire cultivation, and the pinnacle of fire cultivation.

But before everyone was happy, the "Daxing Fuxian", who had been smiling arrogantly and evilly in the distance, made a great move, and the whole huge body was like a rainbow through the sun, and the gray and black evil qi turned into a fire shield, with a monstrous giant palm, and came straight to the emperor with lightning speed.

Its momentum was so fast, only in an instant, before everyone could react, the giant palm was already five inches away from the emperor wind chime.

Danger, danger, no escape, no escape, extreme danger!

"Boom!" There was a shocking sound, a golden giant palm poked out from behind the emperor wind chime, in an instant, the yang fire stopped, the emperor wind chime was not damaged at all, in a trance, the evil palm flew upside down, and Daxing Fuxian wailed in pain.

"All sentient beings are exhausted, and Bodhi is proven, hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha. "The voice of the Buddha is faint, endless, as strong and unyielding as spring grass, immortal and indestructible.

Sorrowful wish Vajra, one of the four great bodhisattvas, great wish Jizo Bodhisattva to help!