Chapter 123 Swallowing Buddha

Yamole's finger flicked, and the broken sword fell to the ground with a sad sound. Under the connection of mind, Yu Hanyan was hit hard at the same time, and her delicate body trembled violently, spewing out a large mouthful of blood, and suddenly dyed her front collar red.

Seeing that Qin Yan was about to come to his front, Yemole's handprint turned, and a Buddha light shot out, covering Qin Yan in it, and the figure that came to the sky immediately solidified.

"Ah--" Qin Yan roared furiously, and the force of the violent collision in his body gushed out, cutting the skin of the body surface into pieces, and a large area of blood mist splashed out, but also made the Buddha light begin to be turbulent.

Yamore turned a blind eye to this sign and continued to say, "This 'Swallowing Buddha Kingdom' can be said to be the truth between heaven and earth. It is the Buddha who came to the world and built a pure land on the earth. All the filth will be invisible. All common people can bathe in the Buddha's grace and enjoy eternal happiness..."

With that, he smiled. His tall and swollen face, still covered with blood, was as peaceful as a Buddha, and his eyes, which had been closed since the beginning of the battle, opened at this moment!

At a glance, three thousand worlds, six reincarnations.

The pure Buddha's light poured down and swallowed up the land several miles away. The mortal world instantly became a pure land, and there was no room for a trace of turbidity. The Sanskrit sound is blesitic, and the auspicious clouds are curling. Countless figures of Buddhas appear from the empty clouds, with their own postures and their own seals, presenting different expressions such as compassion, tranquility, amiability, fierceness, majesty and anger. The only thing that is the supreme majesty emanating from their bodies is far beyond the reach of Qin Yan. Limit.

Calling the Buddhas to the world, the world of bliss eroding the world is called the kingdom of swallowing the sky!

In the Buddha's light, Qin Yan could no longer move, and even made a sound. The power in his body solidified in an instant, and no matter how he struggled, it was futile. The Buddha's light is not heavy, nor dazzling. It is as light as smoke and as clear as water, but it can illuminate the empty world. Even if Qin Yan's strength is ten times stronger and uses the formula of giving life, he can't withstand the pure light emitted by these millions of Buddhas.

Yu Hanyan was about to run forward. After the light of the Buddha, his body suddenly froze. Whether it was the magic of swordsmanship or the delusion of the Golden Lotus Sutra, he could not break free from this pure shackles.

'It turns out that this last sadness will be left to me after all...' A thought arises, and my heart is full of grievances. If it hadn't been for the involuntary, I would have almost burst into tears.

Not only her, but also Lin Muyao, He Zhongyi and others 100 meters away, are also shrouded in it and can no longer move.

The wind is silent, as if even time has stopped at this moment. Only the majestic figure sitting in the clouds in the middle of the void made a magnificent recitation sound at this time: "But all the delusional fate is like a Buddha. Once you think about it, you will get the same. In Buddha does not increase, in the world does not decrease, in the birth is not dirty, in the Buddha is not pure, in the Buddha does not live, in the birth is not immortal..."

The faint aftertaste of the fairy sound seems to be accompaniment to this sound, and the wheels turn in the faint way, one after another, singing funeral songs for the living with supreme compassion.

In the world of thousands of Buddhas, only Buddha can make a sound, and only Buddha can move. After reading a scripture, Yemole suddenly rose up and stood in the air. His dark ** body showed the beauty of output. He stared at Qin Yanliang in front of him for a long time and sighed lowly, "Going to the west, when you read my Buddhist words, no longer..." As he spoke, his right hand slowly raised, emitting a golden light symbolizing death.

But at this time, there was a sudden burst of laughter below: "Hahahaha--"

The muscles on Jemole's face suddenly twitched and suddenly looked down. Lu Li lay on his back on the ground, his eyes half closed, but his mouth couldn't help laughing strangely.

His eyes stayed on Lu Li's face. After a moment of silence, Yemole asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Suddenly I remembered something funny, so I laughed!"

Seeing that he could really speak, Yemole was finally moved and asked, "What's the funny thing?"

"Alas--" Lu Li sighed and said, "The monk has been reading the scriptures for many years. I don't know if you have heard such a poem. There is no shore on the other side of the flowers, and the soul is still in the river. When I am drunk, I don't know the smoke and waves, and the lights are faintly cold in my dream. The flowers and leaves have not seen each other for thousands of years, and the fate has danced and moved. The flowers are incomprehensible and flowers are nodling, and the Buddha sighs in my heart. Have you heard of it?"

Jemor frowned and shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it." After a moment of meditation, he said, "It's just a vulgar talk. How can it be compared with the Buddhist scriptures?"

"Hey, if you say so, it shows that your understanding is too low! Haven't you ever felt about life? No matter how beautiful the cherry blossoms are, they will still wither. No matter how beautiful the story is, it will still end. A spring rain washes away the appreciation of tourists, just like the desolate end of our story. After the end, no one remembers the time of that year..."

Jemor interrupted, "Which girl's boudoir novel is this seen from? I'm sorry that the poor monk has no extra time to talk to you. If you have leisure, the poor monk will bury you under the bodhi tree, and we can communicate slowly in the future. With that, he punched Qin Yan in front of him in the chest.

"FUCK YOU!" Lu Li couldn't help cursing. This man is really a cruel character. It seems that Grandpa can't escape this disaster today...'

At this time, after all, it is irreparable, and I can only watch them die one by one in front of my eyes again. I really hate it!

However, when he saw what was actually happening in mid-air, he couldn't help but open his eyes and was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

In the Pure Land Buddha Kingdom, a little black ink-like stain suddenly appeared from the distance of the void, which was extremely strange. It galloped from the distance and brought a thick black straight line, cutting the whole Buddha world into two broken halves. As soon as the figures of countless Buddhas touched this black line, they annihilated into powder and dissipated in the void.

"Blood Wolf Monk?" The dark face could no longer remain calm. Before waiting for an answer, Yemole's figure retreated like electricity, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant and disappearing out of the pure land of Buddha in an instant.

If Qin Yan is still conscious at this moment and sees the speed of his escape, I'm afraid he will never be lucky with his light skills. If he can't beat it, he can't escape. It's also his only choice to fight hard with the formula of giving his life.

Yemore's figure had just disappeared. The next moment, a great man in black appeared where he originally stood, looked at Qin Yan, poked out, pointed out two places under his nose and chest, grabbed his shoulder, and landed on the ground.

Since his appearance, the world of the pure land of the surrounding Buddha country has quickly collapsed, and the fairy sound and Buddha shadows have dissipated, such as a curtain scroll being torn open and being chopped by a heavy knife. In a blink of an eye, it is broken into powder and restored to the real world.