Chapter 1494 Eight Tribe
Xu Mountain splashed blood. For many years, this place is sacred and never stained with blood, but this kind of thing has happened today, which is unimaginable for Buddhism.
No one thought that Ye Fan would simply draw his sword directly, kill the young monk, turn him into blood mud, and die on Xumi Mountain.
This is definitely a great disaster. Who dares to do so since ancient times? Even if there is a fight, no one dares to kill the Buddha so unscrupulously on Mount Sumermi!
"Amitabha..." The middle-aged monks on the mountain side recited the Buddha's name, and his face was full of sadness. He read the sutra of recitation. After a moment, he suddenly looked up, and two compelling lights shot out of his eyes and shouted, "In the pure place of Buddhism, how can you big demons interfere
"Buzzing"
The sky and the earth shook violently, as if there was an infinite resonance of lightning. The Xumi Mountain emitted infinite light, and the power of faith swept like a ocean, with thousands of silver waterfalls falling down. This is the ocean of mind.
The power of faith is like a sea and a knife, surging, shining, sacred and majestic, down to the sky and fighting forward.
"I'm afraid you won't do it!" Dongfang Ye roared, and his long hair was full of messy hair. He raised the wolf tooth stick in his hand and smashed forward.
This weapon has been damaged, but now it has been repaired. It is a great sacred weapon, full of power, strong and domineering, like a pillar that supports the sky has fallen down, rumbling, and the chaos of smashing up.
Boom!
With a shock, the sea of faith in front of him was blocked and blocked, and the supreme power of the mace of the mace was pushed forward for more than a dozen miles, but it was also melted.
The last loud noise, the thunder exploded, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, the savage took a few big steps, and the surging infinite power of faith also disappeared.
Everyone inhaled the cold air. This is Mount Xumi, which is almost unbreakable.
You should know that the savage is the king of saints. What is stimulated is the great holy weapon, but it is completely blocked by the faith force of a middle-aged monk. Can't attack.
You can imagine the great horror here.
What kind of terrible situation would it be if it was replaced by the leader of Mount Sumer, or the world-class old monk who came out of the Great Leiyin Temple at the top of the mountain?!
Buddhism is unfathomable, and everything depends on this Xumi Mountain.
"Who broke into the pure land of my Buddhism. Although our temple is merciful, it can't tolerate the trouble of the great demons in the world. The huge mountain is not known how high it is. It is huge and intimidated, and there is a roar from above.
The strong man of Buddhism appeared. This time, dozens of arhats appeared one after another, each of which achieved a golden body, and the Buddha's light behind his head became a ring. Each treasure is solemn.
In the middle is an old monk, dressed in shawls, with the sun, moon and stars shaking on it. His eyebrows were snow-white, his face was wrinkled, and he looked down indifferently with a kind of majesty.
"S Monk, don't ask knowingly. Release the flowers, or I will step on Mount Xumi!" Li Tian shouted.
As soon as these words came out, the dozens of arhats behind the old monk could not calm down. For how many years, who dares to talk like this? Where is Mount Sumeru?!
"That child is predestined to my Buddhism. It is a great creation to lead him to enter and withdraw from the world." The old monk said flatly.
"Conversely, you lie with your eyes open, save people's disciples, plot magic power, despicable and shameless. But you can still say so high-sounding, are you Buddhas or demons?!" Li Tian shouted and exhaled. A crystal clear stove flew out and magnified in an instant.
In a sudden time, Nanming is full of fire. The fire of the rosefinch is boiling, the real fire of samadhi is rolling, and the five elements of essence are swept by the fire. This is a cloud of fire, a blazing ocean, covering the sky and down.
The goddess furnace tore the world, enlarged to a huge mountain, the whole body is crystal, blooming auspicious color, pressed down, with endless flame impact, want to break through Xumi Mountain. "Buddha has the virtue of good life, but you are demons, disturb the world, but you have to use sword soldiers to suppress it." The old monk said. He scolded gently, and the dozens of arhats behind him all moved, each of which emitted infinite Buddha light, pulling the infinite power of faith against the goddess furnace.
This was a big collision. The goddess furnace was very powerful, but in the end it was shot back and could not be attacked.
Mount Xumi is too sacred, just like a huge imperial weapon. With so much faith, all laws are inviolable, and there is endless oppression for the outside world.
"S Monk, are you really not going to let my disciples go?" Ye Fan sneered, revealing his snow-white teeth, which was murderous.
"He is destined to be my Buddhist disciple in this life, and he has broken off his master-apprentice relationship with you." The old monk said, staring at the dark red sword behind Ye Fan, he was very afraid.
"Then don't blame me for killing!" Ye Fan drank coldly, and the reason didn't make sense, so he could only fight with blood and kill Mount Xumi.
"Amitabha, good, good, the benegist is too grudul, you need to cultivate your heart, and you should know how to let it go." The old monk persuaded him to look merciful.
"Put it down? Fuck you!" ! Long Ma chatted like a Thunderbolt, which made everyone's ears numb and added, "It's hypocritical."
The old monk on Mount Sumer looked stagnant, and dozens of arhats were a little dazed. Who is this? It's too vulgar. He roared at Mount Xumi and said such bad words.
"If you can stop fighting and make the world peaceful, the old monk is willing to be a sinner, even if his hands are stained with blood. Amitabha, let's sue the Buddha first. The old monk and Buddha kept coming.
Then he raised his head and recited the spell. The whole Xumi Mountain was different. The silver-white holy light began to change to gold, and his mind was surging and unpredictable.
There was a great pressure, like an emperor awakening, who vaguely aimed at Ye Fan and resisted the dark red sword in his hand.
Xumi Mountain is unparalleled. This kind of mind fluctuation actually has a wisp of imperial spirit, which is horrible and terrible. He wants to fix the sword of Lingbao Tianzun.
Moreover, a virtual gate appeared on the mountain, as if connecting another world, and there were bursts of roars. It seemed that a group of fierce beasts were about to go out of the gate, spreading a shocking atmosphere.
"Eight out of the world, guarding Buddhism and suppressing demons!" The old monk shouted.
A big black hole appeared on Mount Sumeru, and teams of strong men rushed out of it. All of them had different appearances. They were by no means human beings. There were pythons, night forks, Shura, golden-winged bird gods... All of them were horrible and mysterious!
"Eight Dragons!" Ziro changed his color. They had seen it last time and suffered a lot of losses.
These are the eight heavenly dragons such as Yasha, Qiandaba, Asura, and Garuda. They are all mysterious and powerful races. After submissing to Buddhism, they became guardians.
"Fuddhism is really not a good stubble. These should be rare ancient strongmen, but they have been turned into sects by them. He became a hitman.
Who said that Buddhism was born? These are all strong people. When they get together, they have become a subversive force. At the critical moment, they can sweep the domain.
Ye Fan has already had a sword in his hand, pointing to Mount Xumi, but it seems that there is really an ancient emperor waking up there. He released an unparalleled magnificent force and resisted him.
On Mount Xumi, the eight people are very active, one by one, like a flood rolling down the mountain, all of them are powerful and surprising.
"They are all saints, and there are a lot of people. What a powerful combat force of the eight people?!" Ye Tong changes color.
A long roar came, and the ancient Jinpeng beside Ye Fan fluttered his wings, and the golden feathers were dazzling. It spread its wings to the sky, sprinted at the golden-winged bird gods in the middle, and launched a fierce killing.
Boom!
It hit horizontally with its wings, like clenching its fists, and went up to kill several golden birds, bloody and scattered.
"This seems to be a kind of boxing, so powerful!" Yan Yixi whispered, and everyone in the rear looked moved.
Dapeng King Boxing!
This is Gu Jinpeng's feeling when Ye Fan created Emperor Tian's boxing, standing on his shoulder. The magical power that was also realized under the bodhi tree was shown at this time, and it was invincible.
"Puff", "Puff"...
Blood splashed, the divine feathers were messy, and the golden-winged roc showed the king's fist and killed all the bird gods. Clean and neat.
Everyone was surprised, and the old monk and a group of arhats on Xumi Mountain also changed color. This ancient Jinpeng reached the realm of the Heavenly King and was about to become a great saint, and this magic secret skill was too strong!
A roar came from Xumi Mountain, and the virtual gate rushed out of many golden bird gods again, making up the eight masses, which surprised Ye Tong and others.
"These are not real bodies, not the primitive eight masses, but the power of Mount Sumeru." Princess Silkworm said.
"Brothers, what are you waiting for? Follow me and cut off the eight people so that they can never appear again." Long Ma shouted.
It took out an ancient monument, engraved with the word "Heavenly Soldier" on it, and urged a total of ten holy kings, such as the nine-tailed crocodile dragon, the golden lion, and the black bear saint. In an instant, the wind here was strong, and the evil spirit was overwhelming, and there were people everywhere, shouting to
100,000 heavenly soldiers appeared out of thin air, killing forward like one dark cloud after another. After so many years of running-in, the dragons and horses can really give full play to part of the divine power of the ancient monument of the heavenly soldiers.
These 100,000 heavenly soldiers and the eight armies can be said to have the same magic, inexhaustible killing, infinite, shocking the world.
Swords and shadows, blood and rain are flying, war drums are like thunder, magic weapons are all over the sky, this place is in chaos, shouting to kill is deafening, almost overturning the universe.
At the end of the killing, the eight people were dim, and the 100,000 heavenly soldiers slowly faded. They returned to the stone tablet, and the peace was restored here.
I clearly saw the blood splashing and the murderous air, and as a result, all of this disappeared.
"Amitabha, the benegist, you are too obsessed. You should know that the boundless sea of suffering is the shore." The old monk was bitter, with a sad face.
"Put my disciple back." Ye Fan said calmly.
"Your master-apprentice fate is over, and you need to know how to let go of life. Turn around and leave." The old monk put his hands together and said, staring at the dark red sword in Ye Fan's hand, extremely afraid.
"Shut up, bird monk!" Long Ma scolded. He listened to the other party's mouth full of compassion. It was so false that he couldn't help scolding. There was no reason to say.
"Is this what you said that there is only Buddha and reason left here?" Ye Fan was cold and commented, "It's as empty as silence!"
At this moment, he began to step, staring at the infinite Buddha light of Xumi Mountain, moving forward under great pressure, holding a dark red fairy sword, pointing to the old monk, and ready to do it.
"It's not what I thought, sin and sin, Amitabha. The great demon forced him, and the old man had to kill. Please forgive the Buddha. The old monk recited mantras.
With a bang, an infinite Buddha light appeared behind him. He roared, the ground shook, and the whole Xumi Mountain seemed to have recovered. He wanted to suppress Ye Fan with the power of teaching.