Chapter 1495 Xumi Shinshu

With a bang, the power of faith on Xumi Mountain was surging, and a small number Xumi Mountain appeared behind the old monk, which was completely built by thought.

is a trumpet, but compared with ordinary mountains, it is still huge and boundless, towering into the clouds, and directly suppressed it, faster than all speed, towering and intiming.

Everyone has changed color, which is a kind of extreme power. There is a wisp of imperial spirit flowing down, which is shocking.

Moreover, the suppression of this mountain is too fast, so huge, directly crushed, the sky collapses and the earth, and it is almost impossible to avoid it.

Long Ma scolded and said, "The thief's baldness is really hypocritical and full of compassion, just to buy time to cast this mountain, damn it!"

Ye Fan moved, and his whole body burst out in an instant. He stepped on a golden magic array and strode. That was the source god array, which was the lines of his mana and essence for himself.

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A red glow flew up, and the long sword in his hand shot a brilliant fairy light, directly chopping the suppressed "small Xumi Mountain", and he himself was moving forward.

This is a veritable hard shake. It's just a spirit, and you can't back down.

Because the old monk is by no means the leader of Mount Sumeru. If he is afraid of him, there is no need to fight in the future.

Ye Fan's preparation for such a long time has also raised his mana to the top. The two can be the strongest blow, colliding and colliding!

The landslide and the sword light were broken. The two were like the turbulent sea, and there was a terrible collision, which was magnificent.

Everyone can't change color. How terrible Mount Xumi is to block the blow of the emperor's weapon. The power of faith is huge and powerful, which is appalling.

"The breath of the emperor is pervasive. This thought power is the seed planted by Amitabha Buddha. With the blessing of all sentient beings, it is already against the sky!" The silkworm Taoist suddenly opened his mouth.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.

The silkworm Taoist was drunk and carried a wine gourd in his hand. He looked very decadent, and this was the first time he spoke in front of people.

"The water in the west desert is deep. It's true. I really don't know what a terrible arrangement Amitabha Buddha has left on this mountain." Ziro said to himself. Everyone's heart sank.

"The boundless sea of suffering is the shore." The old monk was very indifferent. He stood halfway up the mountain, and the temple behind him was magnificent, setting off his sacred and peaceful.

Ye Fan snorted coldly. This time, he rushed forward directly. The sword in his hand trembled violently, and he waved four swords one after another. The divine power was so strong that it all fell on Mount Xumi.

"Lord, you are obsessed with it. If there is a way in life, who can sing all the way? There should be a choice, Amitabha." The old monk recited the Buddha, and behind him, another Xumi Mountain, which was cast by the power of thought, rose and pressed forward.

In the rear, people all gritted their teeth. This kind of hypocrisy is more hateful than the real villain. Long Ma hated him so much that he stepped out of the sixteen pieces and directly stepped on his face.

Ye Fan sneered repeatedly, and this time the sword spirit was particularly good. The four paths were combined to cut a way, and he actually wanted to break into Mount Xumi.

"No!" The people in the rear screamed.

The old monk smiled, and the thoughts around him surged like the sea, which was dazzling, and the thoughts revived. He was almost united with the whole Xumi Mountain and controlled the endless power.

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The sword is like a thousand paths, colliding with the power of faith, turning over the river and the sea. The whole sky was dilapidated, which was very horrible. The sword spirit and faith rushed to the sky, making the extraterritorial stars tremble.

At this time, Ye Fan was silent, and there was a mother tripod of all things suspended on his head. Dingkou poured down a galactic light.

Boom!

This place has a third kind of power, which is extremely powerful, extremely horrible, and also the power of faith. It is just incompatible with Mount Xumi. The two meet, burn violently and devomit each other.

In a moment, there was a vacuum in front of me, and a road was cut out.

The monk changed his color, because Ye Fan rushed over like lightning. The fairy sword in his hand shook, cut through the Nian Lihai, and came straight to him.

The appearance of the third force broke the balance in an instant. Ye Fan was forced to a certain distance, and Zhen Jian was about to kill the monk.

In this process, his consumption is huge. The accumulation of so many years in the tripod is almost at the bottom in an instant, which is incomparable to the magnificent faith of Xumi Mountain.

Ye Fan did not climb Mount Xumi, because it was Longtan Tiger's den, and he couldn't enter it at all. No matter how many times his mind in the tripod is, it can't work, and it's too far away.

However, he came close to the mountain, close to the giant mountain, and the power of faith destroyed the earlier balance. Although the opportunity was a moment, it was enough for Ye Fan, who was good at catching fighters.

The sword spirit broke through the sky and burst out a bright light. Although most of it was offset, one of them was still cut on the monk's body. With a bang, the head rolled down and the blood splashed.

"No!" The old monk shouted and couldn't believe this fact.

He stood halfway up the mountain and was killed. This was too horrible. The loophole was caught in an instant and killed him.

"Ah..." He only had time to make his last scream, and his body burst into a blood fog.

Ye Fan's body shook, and his feet stepped on the formula. When the overwhelming power of faith came back, he retreated decisively. At the same time, he split it with a killing sword to block the power of thought.

"Master!"

"Ancient Buddha!"

halfway up the mountain, dozens of arhats shouted, but they couldn't change anything. The old monk turned into a pool of blood and disappeared.

"It's good to kill. This thief is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but he is too hypocritical. He should be killed with a sword." Long Ma shouted happily.

Ye Fan retreated and looked back. Looking at the mother of all things, the mind accumulated over the years almost dried up. On the top of Mount Xumi, it only melted into nothingness in minutes and seconds.

"There is great terror in this mountain!" Ye Fan sighed. Fortunately, he had never cared about the power of faith and never intended to refine it into his body. This time, it was not heartbreaking to test the water.

"Dang..." The bell sounded long, and the light of the whole Xumi Mountain suddenly rose many times, like a mythical pure land, which was suffocating.

On the top of the mountain, the Buddha's light shines brightly in all directions, illuminating the whole vast western desert.

Ye Fan and others retreated, and then soared into the air and kept flying up until they were level with the top of the mountain and looked forward.

The ancient temple on the top of the mountain is magnificent, simple and magnificent, very spectacular, like an immortal fairy, and the tiles and the ridge are stained with a layer of holy brilliance.

A copper plaque is rusty. Hanging on the ancient temple in the center, there are several words engraved on it, iron painting and silver hook, which is powerful. It is the four words "Da Leiyin Temple".

Everyone frowned, nothing else, but this copper plaque is amazing. It has been nourished by the imperial spirit, and there is still a kind of terrible fluctuation!

The big clock is leisurely, deafening, and the body of the clock is huge. Hanging behind the Great Leiyin Temple, the Buddha's light shines on it, and there is also an imperial spirit.

"It's not the emperor's soldier, but many things have been used by Amitabha Buddha, and even sacrificed by himself. It's terrible."

Everyone sighed that Mount Xumi was bound to be difficult to attack, and it was not possible to fight with imperial weapons.

At this time. The bell stopped trembling, and the top of Mount Xumi was peaceful, with bursts of Zen singing. It's like the Bodhisattva of the heavens and the Buddha.

In front of the Great Leiyin Temple, there is a dead tree with branches stretching like dragons, which is very mysterious.

"Bodhi Fairy Tree!"

Ye Fan's heart moved, and then he was relieved. This is the previous life of the bodhi tree. It is different from other immortal drugs. Every time it is nirvana regeneration, leaving the old plant withered body and regenerating a seed.

Zen sings endlessly. Let the whole Xumi Mountain Hall look solemn, sacred and pure, full of mind, and with all sentient beings.

Purple gold tiles, magnificent temples, shining metallic luster in light purple. Make this place more and more mysterious. At a glance, it is magnificent.

"Amitabha, good, good." An old Buddha's name sounded in the Great Leiyin Temple.

Then, the door was opened, and many golden-bodies appeared, and the Buddha's light was born in the back of his head, sacred and majestic. Then there were the Dharma Protector King Kong and so on. The most famous four King Kong positions were actually inherited in this life.

Splashing King Kong, Shengzhi King Kong, Dali King Kong, Yongzhu King Kong, one is more serious than the other, the Buddha spirit is pervasive, and the four of them are extremely tall, which is very compelling.

In the back, there are the guardian gods of the Buddhas. The most famous are the four heavenly kings, the king of the eastern holding the country, the growth king of the south, the broad-eyed king of the west and the multi-heard king of the north. They all look at each other, the most holy.

The hearts of the people in Tianzhi Village are sinking. The Buddhist heritage is so deep that these fruit people have appeared.

What appeared later was the Bodhisattva and the ancient Buddha, which is more fortunate. There are not many in total, which can't be compared with ancient times at all.

According to legend, in the era when Amitabha Buddha was alive, there were many Bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas, sitting in the sky, and the Buddha's light shone hundreds of millions of miles. I was really the only one in the sky and the earth.

However, before everyone's hearts were completely put down, they suddenly sank again, because an old monk came out of the Great Leiyin Temple, who was obviously a great saint!

This is an ancient Buddha. Although his breath is restrained, he still gives people a kind of pressure. He is not as bright as other monks, but has some sparse yellow hair, like weeds. And the face is full of folds, like air-dried oranges. It is very old and the body is dry, but the hidden blood is frightening.

"It's him, Moco Great Buddha, you are really still alive!" Princess Silkworm immediately raised her eyes.

"Amitabha, the old monk's practice has not been complete, can't be nirvana, can only breathe, and continue to stay in this world." This old monk with sparse yellow hair put his hands together and looked sad.

In the past, there was a fierce battle with the Buddha, and finally suppressed him at the foot of Mount Sumeru. He never thought that he was out of trouble.

"Sure enough, everything is your work." Princess Silkworm's eyes are cold.

"The four poor monks are empty. I don't know what the benevolent means." Moko Buddha's face is compassionate, calm and calm.

"The power of power"

At this moment, the silkworm princess shone with nine kinds of fairy lights all over her body,? The sound of the sound was endless, and one armor after another covered the graceful body. The ancient emperor's air machine was released, which made many people almost paralyze on the spot, and even the Xumi Mountain shook.

The ancient emperor's suit!

This is the fairy clothes of the ancient emperor who has metamorphed ten times and is finally invincible in heaven and earth.

At this moment, the silkworm princess was dazzling, and her whole body was flowing with treasure. Her whole body was like a heroic female god of war, and the emperor's spirit was full of terror.

Even the saint trembles in the face of her, which is an irresistible breath.

On Mount Sumeru, many golden arhats were shaking and unbearable. However, after the Buddha called the Buddha's name, everything was the same. A pestle appeared in his right hand, and the purple gold luster flowed, revealing the air to suppress the ages.

This is the weapon refined by Amitabha Buddha himself - the magic pestle!

This imperial weapon has fallen into Moke's hands now. There is no worse news than this.

Tap, Tap...

Powerful and unchanging footsteps came out, and another person came out of the Great Leiyin Temple, and all the arhats, King Kong, Bodhisattva, ancient Buddhas, etc. saluted.

The same is true of the Moko Sage, who holds the imperial weapon. He was very respectful to this person and gave a half a teacher's salute.

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