"Miserable, miserable, miserable, miserable, hateful

Mo Ke's right hand touched the beating heart, and suddenly, one of them surged, like a flood of cold evil breath slaughtered, this breath was too vast and majestic, Mo Ke suddenly had a feeling of falling into an endless abyss, unable to extricate himself.

An extremely evil thought swirled like a whirlpool, and Moko's whole person was like drowning, deeply trapped in it, desperately resisting, but he couldn't even resist.

"Hate, hate, hate!"

This extremely evil thought, full of endless hatred, is like a surging river, which cannot be broken, constantly hitting Moko's heart, to completely annihilate him, and it can be said to be extremely cruel.

"Amitabha Buddha, I am a Buddha with compassion and universal sentient beings. ”

Without hesitation, Mo Ke operated the Ming King's anger method, and the Buddha's Yuan Power around his body was obscure, wanting to absorb this monstrous negative emotion and turn it into a red lotus karmic fire. But it's okay that this doesn't work, but as soon as it runs, it immediately overflows with negative emotions, a boundless hatred of hating the sky, the earth, and all sentient beings.

It's so fast, it's staggering!

airplanes

His head seemed to be about to explode, and a vast and ferocious aura slammed violently, if it weren't for Moko's strong knowledge and good meditation skills, at this moment, he was afraid that he would have died tragically.

Immediately, in Moko's heart, the little boy reappeared, covered in pitch-black blood, and blood also flowed from the seven orifices, and muttered "Die!

"Pineapple, Nam no Amitabha"

In the face of all this, Moko's heart was at peace, and his mind was like a Buddha sitting in the void, and he commisingly recited the mantra of great compassion, wanting to eliminate the monstrous resentment of the little boy and wash away all negative emotions. He recited silently in his heart, and his mood seemed to have fallen into a state of great compassion, showing compassion on his face, word by word, with a mysterious liliang.

Heavy as a mountain, invincible, extremely evil, destroying the world!

As the minutes passed, Moko resisted with all his might, but it became more and more difficult, and there was a feeling of unbearable weight in his heart.

It's not that Moko is too weak, but because this weird and evil Liliang, its essence is far beyond what Moko is now bearing, this is the test left by the barefoot immortal, it is extremely difficult, and there is a risk of falling at any time, Moko is already deeply aware of it at this moment.

Under such circumstances, Moko hardly dared to have the slightest negligence and fought with all his might, but the situation was not optimistic, and it was almost unbearable.

At the same time, in Moko's Qiankun bag, the eight demons of the distraction period, as well as the two purple bats, all put their hands together, running their hearts with all their might, meditating on Amitabha Buddha, and blessing Moko. Now that they have been transformed by Moko, they have no independent thoughts, and everything they think is centered on Moko.

"Amitabha Buddha, the master will not be able to resist immediately, we can't sit idly by, I suggest, completely burn the soul and everything, send out pious faith, through the induction of the underworld, the master can obtain a powerful liliang blessing to help the master get through the difficulties!" A middle-aged demon cultivator with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks spoke, a member of the Mokodu.

With his hands folded, an old man with blood-red eyes nodded and said, "Amitabha, great goodness! It is a great honor for us to dedicate everything to our master! Let's start!"

Including these two people, the other six people, as well as the two Ziyue people, all nodded, sat cross-legged in the Qiankun bag, and began to utter a pious prayer.

Buzz

Smiling, kind and peaceful, ten people like old monks sitting in meditation, constantly sending out the most pious prayers, with the prayers of everyone, their bodies, suddenly emitted a brilliant light, brilliant, crystal like crystal, at a certain moment, it seems to have reached some kind of fit.

Like a rainbow, at this moment, the bodies of the ten people turned into a rainbow, completely annihilated.

It is recorded in some precious classics of Buddhism that there are high monks who have reached a very high level of spiritual cultivation, and if they send the most sincere prayer to the Buddha and are willing to dedicate everything, the whole body will burn, turn into a rainbow, and disappear without a trace, this phenomenon is called "rainbow".

And its disappearance will produce the most wonderful liliang, which will be offered to the Buddha as the most precious sacrifice.

In Buddhism, the ascetics who are willing to do so are the most devout ascetics who worship the Buddha, and often when their longevity is about to end, they carry out rainbow transformation and offer supreme sacrifices to the Buddha at the cost of their own annihilation.

It stands to reason that these ten people's understanding of the Buddha is not a high monk at all, but because their souls are strong and they are devout in their beliefs, there is even a rainbow phenomenon. And this time, the object of Honghua's dedication is the precarious Moko.

In the dark, there are ten liliang intertwined with each other, mysterious, with the most beautiful and pure aura, the next moment, it has penetrated the void, injected into the soul of Moko that is precarious and will collapse at any time.

As if the rain was poured into the soil, and the mildest sunlight sprinkled down, Moko's heart was unprecedentedly comfortable, as if he had suddenly unloaded a thousand pounds of burden, and he was even more shocked to find that a rainbow-like energy suddenly appeared, and suddenly collapsed the little boy's body, and then, like a horse winding, brushed and pulled, wrapped around the pounding heart.

The whole heart struggled violently, and then, after a moment, it was quiet, and Moko felt a sense of connection and control.

It seems that he has a unique control over this heart, and a rainbow of energy imprisons the heart, so that it no longer emits that monstrous resentment.

After this heart was controlled, the strange little boy froze like a wooden chicken, motionless, and seemed to become a statue again.

"Whew!"

After Moko's finger, the heart suddenly broke away from the old vine, submerged into the little boy's body, and merged with the little boy, regardless of each other. Suddenly, Moko sensed that the little boy was empty, with an ethereal and strange aura, and at the same time, the heart was slowly wriggling, imprisoned by a rainbow of energy.

Mo Ke already knew at this moment that this rainbow-like energy was the product of Ziyue and the others burning everything and rainbowization, and at the same time, he also vaguely understood some of the connections. This terrifying little boy is temporarily controlled by himself using rainbow energy at this moment, but once he urges this rainbow energy, he can drive him to fight, but the price is that this rainbow energy will disappear and he will lose control of the little boy.

"Amitabha Buddha, donors, the little monk originally wanted to save you and others, but I didn't expect zuihou to bury your life in India, completely annihilated" silently thought in his heart, Moko had an inexplicable sadness and apology.

There was a moment of silence for the ten people who had fallen for themselves, and then, as soon as Mo Ke flipped his hand, a wave of Buddha Yuan power swirled and included this strange little boy in the Qiankun bag.

"Squeak Squeak"

In the bag, Xiao Jin was scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, for fear that Moko would have an accident, and suddenly, a little boy fell into it, exuding a terrifying aura, which frightened it and retreated, extremely frightened.

"Amitabha Buddha Xiaojin, I'm fine, it's too dangerous here, you stay in the Qiankun bag first"

He commanded Xiao Jin, and then, Mo Ke sat cross-legged directly and began pranayama. He has just consumed a lot of money, and the next level is only afraid of being even more dangerous, and he must go all out.

After half a ring, Moko stood up, and after being fully prepared, he took a step and disappeared into the passage leading to the eighth level.

"How could it be that this little monk has passed! How is it possible! How did he resist the Ghost Gu Heavenly Puppet?" Looking at the Demon Town Tower from afar, the brocade-robed young man's heart set off a monstrous wave.

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The latest chapter of the high-speed debut of the Buddha's Song, this chapter is the 320th chapter of the rainbow address, if you think this chapter is not bad, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends in the QQ group and Weibo!