"Who, who?!" Before the head of the Zhun Ti Sage could turn back, the Seven Treasures Tree had already brushed back with colorful light. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn this sacred place of Buddhism that belongs to the West, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree is more powerful, even if Zhun Ti is injured, it does not reduce the power of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, but makes the power of the Seven Colors of Light great, and has the momentum to destroy everything.

"Come and go, is there only so many tricks you have? Zhun Ti, you really disappointed me. ”

Seven beams of light crisscrossed behind the Zhun Ti Saint, forming a huge net.

The dense mesh makes the person hiding behind him have nowhere to hide at all, and similarly, there is nowhere to go.

Zhun Ti turned his head and suddenly exerted force in the hand holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

The seven-colored light tightened, and the mesh became smaller and smaller under the force of the Zhun Ti Saint, as if it was about to destroy the figure of the person who was directly twisted.

One knife, seven lights broken.

There is no falsehood, no tricks, the pig-killing knife is just a simple top-down chop, as simple as returning to a quiet village, the fat butcher carries the pig-killing knife he has just made, and easily cuts off a pig's head.

It was obviously a light conjured up by mana, but like a rag, it was easily cut into countless pieces by this rusty pig-killing knife.

Blood, falling down the corners of the mouth. The body of the Zhun Ti saint slowly fell into the Eight Treasures Pool of Merit.

A little scarlet, in the crystal clear water, blooms brilliant flowers.

The blade of the knife, only half an inch away from the throat of the Zhun Ti Saint, did not hurt him at all. The one who was defeated was only the Zhun Ti saint himself.

"Demon, what did you do to Senior Brother Zhun Ti?" only then did the sage react, and the demon pestle in his hand involuntarily smashed over.

"Your hearts are more wretched than they were in the past. ”

The golden shadow of the sword had already sunk into the chest of the Zhun Ti Saint. The Eight Treasures Merit Pool was directly dyed dark red by this wanton blood.

The infinitely powerful demon pestle smashed into the air, and there was no one there.

"That's enough, demon! The merit golden lotus is for you, let go of the junior brother Zhun Ti!" Seeing that the Zhun Ti saint was injured, the heart of the saint was cut like a knife. After so many years of being a fellow disciple, he couldn't even protect his own junior brother.

"Stop, I'll let you stop!"

The chanting of Sanskrit music was accompanied by a majestic wave of air. Buddhism has compassion, and there is also thunder and anger. And at this moment, it was the founder of this Buddhist sect in this era who led the thunderous anger of the saint!

The blade did not move, and Mu Ran's figure stood in place, as if he didn't even make a move to resist. The air wave blew across his face, only blowing his flying blonde hair, which should be particularly eye-catching against the surrounding golden environment.

"Huh!"

Drawing the knife out, Mu Ran's fingers waved casually, and the pig-killing knife seemed to understand the command, and rushed straight to lead the saint away.

"Leave you alone, of course I will. However, we must first take a drop of your heart and soul to untie the shackles of the golden lotus of merit. ”

The knife entered the heart, and the saint did not hesitate or choose.

He can't resist, otherwise, it is likely that the real death will be the Zhun Ti saint.

Now, the facts in front of him have made this saint with great ambitions have to believe that the rumors that the saint will not die or die are simply nothing. If the saint can really be immortal, then who is the person in front of him, is it the Dao Ancestor?

The saint who laughed miserably, gave up resistance, laughed more miserably than a mortal.

The blood of the saint who received it and the blood of the saint who was mentioned were all in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool with the "help" of Mu Ran.

Dazzling, three points more dazzling than the sun, the golden light emanated from the bottom of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Then, a golden lotus platform that was crystal clear and had no flaws on its body slowly surfaced on the surface of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Together, almost all the Buddhas in the Elysian World floated out of the bodies of faint smoke one after another, converging towards the place where the golden lotus was. The more smoke drifted away, the weaker the bodies of these Buddhas became.

All of a sudden, this golden lotus of merit that had been offered to Elysium for countless years seemed to be taking back all the things it had bestowed, and it watched as those Buddhas were weak, old, impetuous, and many emotions that could only be seen in mortals, but it would never emit a trace of compassion and compassion again.

"There is nothing wrong with the Buddha, but no, no. ”

No one noticed, Mu Ran was sighing alone. The noise, the cries, the roars, had completely muffled his insignificant voice.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. Mu Ran clasped his palms together and bowed slightly.

It is simply ironic that such a person who has just stabbed two Buddhist patriarchs would stand there quietly, participating in scriptures and reciting Buddha.

"Let's end it all. ”

Under the illumination of the golden light in the sky, the rusty and mottled blade body is gradually fading. Instead, there is an almost flawless luster like the appearance of the Golden Lotus of the Twelve Grades of Merit.

A knife, swinging down, cutting off thousands of dust.

All the smoke that was still being sucked was cut off under this knife. The "essence, qi, and spirit" that is related to thousands of Buddhas has finally been preserved, rather than being directly cut off.

"The paradise of Buddhism should not be won by force. A true Buddha, whether it is cultivation or mind, is not comparable to mortals. Leading, quasi-mentioning, even you have fallen into the mortal dust, like mortals. How much so-called Buddha-nature do you still have in your hearts?"

"Have you really done it with compassion and transiting the world? The Buddha in your mouth is just a monk in a golden robe. The real Buddha should be like a real immortal, unrestrained and ethereal. ”

"Well, how much can you remember now, how much can you remember? That's all I can do. ”

Closing the sound, Mu Ran's fingers volleyed a little, and the twelve-grade merit golden lotus turned into a little pure golden light and flew into Mu Ran's eyebrows.

Turn around and leave. The noisy Pure Land has long ceased to be a Pure Land.

"Is it wrong? After so many years, what we have done is really wrong?" The blood of the saint was still flowing, and the leading saint had long forgotten the fact that he was injured, and looked at Mu Ran's place with dementia, savoring the words he said.

Looming, if there is nothing, he seems to see a fragment of his past self and his junior brother in the central world, for everything.

Sporadic memories emerged, stinging strongly into the brain of the saint.

"Buddha?" suddenly reflected a figure in the sage's mind.

The kind smile, the helpless expression, and the image of the Golden Dome Dao Lord appeared vividly.

Elysium, by the pool of eight treasures of merit, a mess.