Chapter 569 Poor Monk
The light mask, shaking, burned the life and the source of Buddha's power. This kind of power cannot be underestimated, and this is their last belief before they lose consciousness.
Therefore, even if there is a peerless strongman like Long Changxun in the other camp, he still can't shake the mask, just shake the mask.
But the Polo monk also knew that this light mask could not last long. He couldn't help looking at the passage in the burial cave and sighed secretly in his heart: "Little living Buddha, disciples will keep the last moment for you!"
As time went by, hundreds of monks, including the Polo Monk, secretly pinched a sweat in their hearts at the same time and stared at the light mask with bright eyes. They knew.
When the mask is broken, that is, when they give their lives, life is precious, but at this moment, they have no regrets, because their hearts have long been dedicated to the Buddha.
Long Changxun in the light mask has reached the edge of anger at this moment. This annoying light mask is so strong that it has trapped them for 12 hours.
For these 12 hours, they have been attacking the mask with all their strength and occasionally taking a break. Long Changxun felt that the power of the mask was gradually weakening under their attack.
But if you want to break it, it is not something that can be done in a short time, so Long Changxun did not order everyone to attack all the time, but divided the crowd into several groups.
They rotated to attack this mask, so that everyone can take turns to rest. I have to say that the most worrying thing about Long Changxun's arrangement is the tantric monk.
For tantric monks, the moment they delay here is equivalent to losing a moment of their opportunity, although he firmly believes that the little living Buddha cannot awaken the yuan god of the Buddha.
But I'm not sure if the boy named Long Yun can do this, so at this moment, the heart of the tantra monk began to gradually worry, especially the two of them have not come out yet.
If they can't find the Buddha bone reli, they should have heard the news long ago. The more there is no news, the more it shows that the two should have got something in the space of the Buddha.
Thinking of this, there was a burst of urgency in the hearts of the tantric monks. Under the leadership of Long Changxun, the people of Shenlong Island divided into batches and constantly alternated to attack each other towards the mask.
However, the tantric monk did not dare to delay and ordered 300 Buddhist masters, including him and the barbarian monks, to use their strongest means and launch the most violent attack on the light mask regardless of consumption.
One day and one night, for these Buddhist monks with profound cultivation, they also vaguely feel tired, and many Buddhist masters with slightly lower cultivation have sweated profusely.
The tantra monk and the barbarian monk looked at each other, and their eyes were full of anxiety. The only thing they relied on was Long Changxun, but they could not order Long Changxun. After all, the two of them could not compete with each other's cultivation.
And without Long Changxun's help, the two of them want to get the Buddha bone relith, which is difficult to reach the sky.
After nearly four hours, it has been supporting the unbreakable mask, and finally a crack appeared. Seeing this crack, the tantric monk seemed to see hope, and a trace of ecstasy flashed on his face.
"Everyone continue to work hard. The light mask has cracked, and it won't take long to break!" The tantric monk said to the 300 disciples of Buddhism, but secretly glanced at Long Changxun, who was closing his eyes and resting.
His words were actually said to Long Changxun. There was a crack in the light mask, which needed a master like Long Changxun to expand this crack infinitely with instant peerless power.
Sure enough, when Long Changxun heard the words of the tantric monk, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and directly caught the crack, and a smile flashed on his face.
He suddenly stood up and slapped the light mask fiercely, as if the ground was spreading and cracking, and the gap began to become wider and wider.
With this gap as the center, the continuous dense cracks began to spread around. The tantric monk was overjoyed. Sure enough, Long Changxun alone was worth the joint attack of 300 masters of the Buddha.
When this crack appeared, the Polo monk also opened his eyes, and a dazzling Buddha light flashed in his eyes. In the past ten hours, his injury has recovered.
Although he has not fully recovered, now he finally has the power to fight again. It is not that he does not want to return to the peak state, but that the other party has no longer given him this opportunity.
His mind, when communicating with a thousand Buddha guards, had a trace of connection with their burning breath, and the cracks of the light mask clearly came into his mind.
The Polo monk slowly stood up, and the hundred Buddha masters behind him also stood up one after another, with his hands folded.
"Amitabha, disciples, today, they will repay the grace of the teacher's teaching and the blessing of the Buddha!" The monk said respectfully to the sky.
At the same time, a sound of shaking remembered that the dense cracks on the whole mask had spread, directly covering the whole mask.
The monk narrowed his eyes slightly. It is estimated that he can only hold on to this state twice. Next, it was his turn to burn, and the true qi of Buddhism boiled rapidly in his body.
The fighting spirit of the Polo monk also reached an extreme at this moment. All the hundred Buddha masters condensed the true spirit of Buddhism in their bodies at the same time, ready to deal with the fierce attack of the other party at any time.
The "Peng--" light mask suddenly exploded into powder and turned into pieces of debris, which spread crazily around. With one of them, there was also the soul origin of a thousand Buddha guards.
One thousand Buddha guards, after guarding the burial cave for more than 2,000 years, were finally detached. The Polo monk knew that their remaining souls would go to the Western Bliss.
At this moment, the golden light burst to the pole, like a meteorite, emitting the brilliant light of the last moment.
Polo Monk and others, because of this brilliance, their eyes narrowed slightly, and the strong light, even these top masters felt a tingling in their eyes.
The Polo Monk was shocked all over. No, it is impossible for such a strong golden light emitted by the mask and the masters inside, and these golden lights are not completely shot from in front of him.
Because he found that a ripple had approached in the direction of Long Changxun and others, offset the aftermath of the explosion, and finally disappeared invisibly. Polo Monk's heart trembled and couldn't help turning around.
At that moment, a wonderful scene of heaven and earth suddenly appeared, including 300 Buddhist masters on the tantric monk who had just escaped from trouble. All their eyes fell on the top of the burial cave.
There, a huge lotus flower with a height of 100 feet slowly rises, like a scorching sun tomorrow, emitting dazzling golden light.
That breath permeated from this lotus flower. The tantric monk's face changed, his heart was like dead gray, and the corners of his mouth also evoked a faint smile.
"Is that how you lost? Is it all over?" The tantric monk said with a wry smile that this lotus flower, also known as the reincarnation Buddha lotus, was the most precious treasure of the Buddha in those years and the place where the Buddha cultivated.
It is said that after the fall of the Buddha, the reincarnated Buddha Lotus was also buried in the cave with him. Unexpectedly, at this moment, it would reappear in the world, which means that the living Buddha and the dragon cloud finally succeeded.
The reincarnation Buddha lotus slowly opened, and the huge lotus petals opened around, revealing a golden figure, who sat cross-legged in the center of refining.
looks insignificant, but the light he emits can't help but look away.
The golden light contracted for a while, and finally turned into a lotus*, suspended in mid-air. On the lotus*, a young figure sat there, which was exactly the little living Buddha Chuxuan.
"Disciples welcome the little living Buddha out of the customs!" The monk Polo took the lead in worshipping, and then all the hundred Buddhist disciples fell down.
Chu Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of light in his eyes. He raised his arm and said slightly, "Reincarnation, a thousand years of inheritance, the poor monk is not a living Buddha, but a Buddha Lord!"