Chapter 37 Golden Light of Merit, Nine Turns of the Falun

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Yang Fan bit the tip of his tongue in time, and through the pain of drilling his heart, he pulled the only trace of consciousness he had left back into reality. The sweet smell of blood in his mouth made Yang Fan shudder from time to time.

"Yo! That's good! Just with the tenacity of consciousness, you can block the aftermath of the Emperor's punishment, tsk! It's still a little capable!" Little Lori on the huge pillar that jumped high on the jump, clapped her hands and sighed.

Yang Fan was also speechless, but he didn't have the strength to refute, when he first entered the cultivation, the obsession in his heart was not deep, and he could still support it hard, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead. On the other hand, the monk of Bliss knelt on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic, his forehead was dripping with blood in the blink of an eye, and his mouth kept murmuring: "I am guilty, I am guilty......"

Yang Fan thought to himself: "Although Buddhist practitioners pay attention to mental tenacity, with great wisdom and perseverance, retreat from the mundane, explore the red dust, and achieve six pure roots, bright as a mirror, not stained with dust, and all kinds of thoughts are pure and consistent, so that they can practice the positive fruition." But the Monk of Bliss just took the path of lust and enlightenment, and he practiced the technique of collecting and replenishing, which was particularly Yin damage, and the Monk of Bliss was seriously injured this time, and the consumption was too huge, I'm afraid?"

Thinking of this, Yang Fan gritted his teeth and shouted, "See if I don't break your broken stone!" With a force of his feet, the whole person rushed in the direction of the huge ancient city that had descended in front of him like lightning, and secretly notified the wood demon in his hand, sending out hundreds of huge wooden thorns several zhang thick, straight to the towering stone tablet of the word sin.

"Ahaha!Ahaha!Boy, don't bother! This monument of punishment promulgated by the Emperor of Zhuan himself, not to mention that you are an ant that has not yet condensed even the Yuan God, even those earth immortals, the flow of heavenly immortals, do not want to break, I, Mu Luo, as the new Yuan Spirit of this Jianmu newly ignited by the Emperor of Heaven, guards this place of punishment, not to mention five or six thousand years, even the broken arm of the ancient Chiyou Witch God, which was suppressed in the Nine Heavens God Thunder Array above me, was also pressed by the emperor's punishment and could not move. His disciples and grandchildren, ten million times more powerful than you, with the treasure of the Wu clan Zhen clan--- the twelve Yuanchen gods and demons stone statue, all the strength of the whole clan, attacked this place of punishment, in a vain attempt to recapture Chi You's broken arm, you see that they are not all punished by this crime one by one, banned here, and linger forever. I've never seen a stupid ant like you, ahaha! laugh at me-----" The children's voices rolling on the ground and laughing heartily resounded throughout the wood world.

Yang Fan raised his head and turned to the little Lori who was watching the joke on the side, and said in his heart: "The Emperor of the Emperor in the mouth of this little Lori is one of the ancient "Five Emperors", called Gaoyang, the grandson of the Yellow Emperor, and the son of Changyi. Emperor Xuan, the Heavenly Emperor in charge of the north?"

"The emperor you are talking about, but the Gao Yang clan, Emperor Xuan, the human emperor who cut off Jianmu's real body and exterminated the Jiuli clan?" Yang Fan blurted out.

"Bold! The little ant dares to call the Emperor by his name and slander the Emperor of Heaven's wisdom, and his crime should be punished!" Mu Luo instantly put away the mockery on her face, and pointed at Yang Fan with a cold face.

Mu Luo's shouting had not yet fallen, and it slammed straight into the hundred wooden thorns of the stele, and before it touched the stele itself, I saw that the bloody word "sin" written on the stele suddenly burst out a cloud of dark shadows that covered the sky, and the phantom of a burly man wearing a nine-clawed golden dragon dark brocade robe, wearing a nine-dragon jade crown, and holding a Xuanyuan long sword emerged from it, and wrote a big crime word in the air, emitting thousands of blood-colored light.

Before Yang Fan could react, the movement of his hand was stunned, and the whole person was like being struck by lightning, and he flew out of the way, and the blood in his mouth sprayed out. Even the fragment of Jianmu he was holding in his hand was not spared, and was crushed into ashes by this sin word that appeared in the void.

The Wood Demon also levitated in front of Yang Fan with a depressed expression, staring at the Jianmu Yuan Spirit ---- Mu Luo who was standing in the air in front of him.

"Uh-huh!" Yang Fan, who was coughing loudly, and his mouth full of sweet blood stood up, and said secretly in his heart: "The punishment of the Heavenly Emperor must be the word "crime" left by the Heavenly Emperor in front of him! With this terrifying momentum alone, it has already defeated all the thoughts of the Bliss Thief, making him kneel on the ground and kowtow to confess his guilt! This void photo, the thousands of years of time experienced, still have such power. This terrifying cultivation is really beyond the reach of mortals!"

The majestic phantom in the void, the big hand pressed down, and the word "sin!" swelled abruptly like an inflated balloon, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the heavens and the earth, and pressed down with a thunderous force.

Mu Luo's entire villain's body was nailed to the ground by this huge pressure; Monk Bliss raised his palm with difficulty, and the huge Buddha Yuan in his palm gathered extremely terrifying, and slowly slapped it towards his own head, intending to commit suicide; Yang Fan was even more embarrassed, the cyan rattan armor formed by the wood demons around his body cracked one after another under the pressure of the mountain, and the wounds on his body were directly crushed, spraying blood everywhere.

"Ah!" Yang Fan, who still had a trace of consciousness, looked up to the sky and roared, "Your Heavenly Emperor can convict a demon god, a tribe, or even a faith, and suppress and ban them for thousands of years. But you can't make me confess my guilt, let me be punished! I, Yang Fan, was born in heaven and earth, and only respect heaven and earth, not the human emperor, and the phantom of the emperor of heaven wants to condemn me, unless I die!"

The phantom suspended in the sky, as if provoked by Yang Fan's roar, pointed down in the air, "Whew!" The illusory finger that brought up the strong wind around him had not yet been clicked, and the hard building wood around Yang Fan was crushed by the coercion of this finger. Yang Fan gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood that came to his mouth, and the whole person was like a piece of French pancake that had been crushed into a French pancake, sticking to the ground without any image.

"The emperor is like a mountain, and he punishes the gods with one word!" a majestic voice came from the void.

Seeing that Yang Fan was about to die, the wish stone in the Sumeru jade on his chest suddenly clicked, and along the crack on the previous base, it directly shattered into dozens of pieces, bursting out a golden light comparable to the sun, enveloping Yang Fan.

"Huh, this kid actually has a meritorious golden light body?" Mu Luo looked blankly ahead, and exclaimed in a lost voice.

The golden light of merit is getting bigger and bigger, and the scope is getting wider and wider, countless lotus flowers are shaking in the golden light, and the sound of chanting is getting louder and louder, resisting the pressure of the Emperor of Heaven under the pressure of mountains and rivers! The finger that the phantom of the Emperor of Heaven points down is also supported by countless lotus flowers, and it cannot fall.

"Hmph!" A cold snort like thunder, the sky exploded, and the mu luo on the ground was directly shattered into a ball of green gas, retracted into the stump of the building wood under his feet, and the only remaining three-foot golden body of Bliss also snapped into a tower, bursting into a golden rain in the sky.

"Maha, immeasurable Maha, the Buddha said that Maha's immeasurable merits ......"

The golden light of merit that enveloped Yang Fan was shocked by this terrifying cold snort, and made a buzzing sound, only to see that the golden light of merit wrapped around Yang Fan's body, showing nine golden Dharma wheels that kept rotating, and each Dharma wheel sat in a golden Buddha phantom, with the rotation of the golden Dharma wheel, the Falun reflected the infinite image of the Buddha around the body, and the chanting sound from it became clearer and louder, and in a breath, it was able to compete with the power of the Emperor of Heaven.