Yemol's voice sounded in his ears: "These 3,000 scriptures are blessed by the Dharma of the monks of Tsz Yun Temple, which can communicate the 3,000 worlds and transport 84,000 methods, which can make people sit on the ground and become Buddhas, and finally Nirvana." The poor monks have exhausted all kinds of hardships to transport these scriptures, precisely for the sake of today's time, please pour out your ears to the benefactor - listen to the scriptures!"

Finally, the word "listen to the scriptures" is like a golden bell ringing, and thunder roars.

Qin Yan's brain exploded, and he saw that the three thousand scriptures in the sky bloomed with a more dazzling light, and the eyes of the demon like the sand of the Ganges River opened, multiplying ten thousand times ten thousand, and then multiplying the number of ten thousand, it was more like the vast starry sky, and the light of the eighteen star fields projected the shadow of the soul sealing lock power on the ground, turning into a massless force to firmly bind his body and primordial spirit.

Yemol also sat down cross-legged, and six huge lotus petals appeared under him, enveloping his body, rising into the air, and reciting Buddhist mantras in his mouth.

"If I heard this, for a while, the Buddha lived in the city of the king's house, in the mountains of Jajabori, and there were 12,000 people with the great monks......

Qin Yan struggled a few times, suddenly opened his five fingers, and the Qing Ying Sword came out of his hand, swirled in the air, and swept the net of restraint above his head, but it passed directly like a reflection in the water, and fell to the ground weakly. Qin Yan let out a low roar, and the blood in his body boiled up, spewing out a golden red Buddha light, but he still couldn't break free from the rope formed by the power of this scripture.

Collect 3,000 scriptures and weave them into a desperate array, just to deal with yourself alone...... What a handiwork!

But I am standing here with Senior Sister Yu, and Senior Sister Yu is right behind me, how can I fall here!

Qin Yan raised his head and looked up to the sky and laughed. The sound of laughter spread through the eight wildernesses, overshadowing the chanting of Yemol, and spread throughout the Buddha's light and stars.

Yemol, you did not hesitate to steal 3,000 scriptures from Tsz Yun Temple to deal with me, are you really afraid of me?

What about borrowing foreign things, here today, I will fight you to the death!

After three sounds, he stepped forward, raised his arms as heavy as 10,000 catties, raised his hand and pulled out the "autumn dew on the leaves" behind him, and strode towards the Liupin Lotus Platform in a terrible ghost cry.

Sanzhang Long Street, so far away at the moment, he is the only one who walks alone, and the stars in the sky constructed by the scriptures also move with him.

The earth was silent, the wind blew through the long street, and he walked with difficulty to five steps in front of Jemol. At this time, he suddenly accelerated, as fast as thunder, as if the power of the scriptures of the entire sky was only nothing. Just as he was approaching the six-rank lotus platform, Qin Yan jumped up, hissed loudly, held the autumn dew on the leaf with both hands and lifted it above his head, and took advantage of the falling momentum of tens of millions of pounds to stab forward.

Silence.

The demon sword pierced into the six-rank lotus platform, but it seemed to pierce into a pool of golden lake water, only to see a circle of ripples on the lotus petals, and the tip of the sword was half a foot down, hanging above Yemol's head, sinking inch by inch.

There was a pause in the chanting of Yemol for a moment, and then he stretched out two dark fingers and grabbed the tip of the sword on the leaf.

Countless fierce spirits let out a sharp mockery, blessed by the resentment of tens of thousands of Yin souls who died under the sword, and the full force of the peerless powerhouse that burned his life, how could your flesh and blood be able to resist - even if you are a half-Buddha with mana!

Ye Shang Qiulu cut off the two fingers stretched out by Yemol, penetrated into the six-rank lotus platform, castrated non-stop, and continued to pierce hard. It was only when he severed two fingers that the tip of the sword was deflected by Jemol, and the blow that was supposed to pierce his head turned into his shoulder and sank into him.

Even if there is no leakage of gold, it can't resist the power of this sword.

Yemol was not surprised, golden blood poured out of his shoulder, but his expression was still solemn.

He continued to chant the incantation in his mouth, and gently raised his left palm and pressed it on Qin Yan's forehead. Qin Yan, who regarded life and death as nothing, couldn't bear this light blow, and exhaled in pain: "Ah-"

Yemol sang slowly: "The sorrow of the Three Realms is better than to ascend to Bliss early!"

The brilliant and dazzling Buddha light converged at one point, followed Yemol's fingers, and did not enter the center of Qin Yan's eyebrows.

Those tens of thousands of fierce spirits who were pulled by Qin Yan's will and attacked along the autumn dew on the leaves were wrapped in Buddha's light and poured back, pouring into the depths of Qin Yan's Lingtai Consciousness Sea.

Yemol's divine thoughts drove straight in, following that little bit of Buddha's light, and directly taking the soul in the sea of Qin Yan's knowledge.

The blood pool and the golden lotus in the sea have long been embarrassed by the impact of ten thousand ghosts, and there is a scene of terrifying waves soaring into the sky. However, I saw a golden Buddha statue appear, pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, opening his lips and drinking: "Fixed!"

The whistling wind disappeared without a trace in an instant, the wind and waves subsided, and all the ghosts were silent, only the light of the Buddha shone on the void, reflecting the vast thousands.

The Yemol who occupies the magpie's nest is incarnated as a Buddha statue, and the luck envoy leaks all his magical powers, so he wants to strip off Qin Yan's three souls and seven spirits and search for the true scriptures of the fairy law. However, at this time, I suddenly saw a cold starlight from the dome falling vertically, reflecting in the middle of the eyebrows of the Buddha statue.

'What is this?'

Jemol was shocked, and then panicked.

Why did the seeds of the Great Avenue of Silence appear here?

Yemol's heart trembled, and before he could react to evacuate, the power of the lifeless cold star followed the path and sank into his eyebrows.

It doesn't even take a moment, and the object of the catastrophe is completely transformed.

There is a cloud in Buddhism: "The impermanence of all actions is the law of birth and destruction, birth and death have been extinguished, and silence is happiness." ”

But at this time, Yemol had not yet truly become a Buddha, and he would never be able to take pleasure in "silence".

He evacuated from the sea of Qin Yanzhi in a panic, not caring about running the three thousand scriptures, just hoping to save himself.

However, after all, it was still a step too late, and although the power of the Immortal Cold Star was quickly expelled, the second decay of his status as a celestial was also triggered, and it could no longer be contained.

The crown is withered, and the spirit is withered!

The primordial god hiding in the spiritual platform began to show a decaying appearance. The solemn Buddha robe was removed, and the demonic nature under the disguise could no longer be concealed, and there were pitch-black cracks, as if they could collapse at any time.

Yemol could no longer take care of Qin Yan, and immediately used the magic weapon to resist the decline of the primordial god that descended on him with all his might.

In fact, he had been preparing for this day for a long time, in order to leave a way for himself to live, he began to collect magic weapons after surviving the first decay, among which there were several ancient relics that he had worked so hard to obtain that he could delay the initiation of the second decay as much as possible. Now the decline of the Yuan Shen came in a hurry, but he was not unprepared, after launching the magic weapon, he wanted to stabilize the golden body first, and then delay the onset of the second decay, and slowly steal a glimmer of life from the Nine Deaths.

It's going to be a long process. Even if he is lucky enough not to die today, he will be trapped in decay forever in the next few years and decades!