Chapter 692 Listening

Yamole's voice sounded in his ear: "These 3,000 scriptures have been supported by the Buddha's Dharma of the high monks of Ciyun Temple, which can communicate with 3,000 worlds and use 84,000 methods, which can make people sit on the ground and become Buddhas. The poor monk exhausted his hardships and brought these scriptures for this time today, please listen to the scriptures!"

At the end, the word "listening to the scriptures" is like a golden bell crashing and thundering.

Qin Yan's brain exploded, and saw three thousand scriptures blooming more dazzling light. The eyes of demons like the sand of the Ganges opened, multiplying tens of thousands, and then tens of thousands, more like the vast starry sky. The light of the 18 star domains projected the unique shadow of the sealing spirit lock on the ground, turning it into a qualitative force to turn his body, The yuan god is firmly bound.

Yemole also sat down cross-legged, showing six huge lotus petals under his body, wrapping his body, rising into the air and reciting the true words of Buddhism.

"If I heard it, for a while, the Buddha lived in Wangshe City, and in the mountains, together with 12,000 great monks..."

Qin Yan struggled a few times and suddenly opened his five fingers. The Qingming sword came out of his hand and circled around in the air, sweeping the net of bondage above his head, but passed directly like a reflection in the water and fell to the ground powerlessly. Qin Yan roared, and the blood in his body boiled, spraying a golden red Buddha light, but he still couldn't break free from the rope formed by the power of the scripture.

Collecting 3,000 scriptures and weaving them into a final array, just to deal with yourself... Yemole, what a big hand!

But I stand here side by side with Sister Yu. Sister Yu is right behind me. How can I fall here!

Qin Yan raised his head and laughed at the sky. Laughter spread through the eight wildernesses, overshadowed the sound of Yemore's chanting of scriptures, and spread all over the list of Buddha's light stars.

Yamole, you don't hesitate to steal 3,000 scriptures from Ciyun Temple to deal with me. Are you really afraid of me?

What about borrowing foreign things? I'm here today, and I'll fight you to the death!

After three times, he stepped forward, raised his arms as heavy as ten thousand pounds, raised his hand to pull out the "Ye Shangqiulu" behind him, and strode to the Liupin lotus platform in a sad ghost cry.

Three feet of long street, so far away at this moment, he is the only one who travels alone, and the stars built by the scriptures also follow him.

The earth was silent, and the wind blew through the long street. He struggled to get to five steps in front of Yemole. At this time, he suddenly accelerated, as fast as thunder, as if the power of the scriptures of the whole sky was just nothing. Just as he approached the six-pin lotus platform, Qin Yan jumped and shouted loudly. He held Ye Shangqiulu in both hands and raised it over his head. Taking advantage of the momentum of falling tens of millions of weight, he pushed forward fiercely.

Silent.

The demon sword plunged into the Liupin lotus platform, but it seemed to pierce into a pool of golden lake. There were circles of ripples on the lotus petals, and the tip of the sword fell into half a foot, hanging above Yemole's head and sinking inch by inch.

Jemor's chanting paused for a moment, and then he stretched out two dark fingers and clamped the tip of Ye Shangqiulu's sword.

Countless fierce spirits sent out sharp ridicule, and were supported by the resentment of tens of thousands of ghosts who died under the sword, and the full blow of the peerless strong man burned out their lives. How could your flesh and blood resist - even if you are a half-Buddha with power!

Ye Shangqiulu cut off the two fingers stretched out by Yemole, penetrated into the Liupin lotus platform, and continued to prick it fiercely. However, when he cut off his two fingers, the tip of the sword was a little deflected by Yemole. The blow that was going to pierce his head turned into his shoulder and penetrated fiercely.

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

Yemole was not surprised. Golden blood gushed out of his shoulder, but his expression was still solemn.

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

Yamole sang slowly: "The sorrow of the three worlds is better to ascend to the blis early!"

The brilliant Buddha's light gathered at one point and followed Yemole's fingers and disappeared into Qin Yan's eyebrows.

The tens of thousands of fierce spirits who were led by Qin Yan's will and followed Ye Shangqiu dew were wrapped in Buddha's light and poured back into the depths sea of knowledge.

Yamole's divine thoughts**, following the Buddha's light, went straight to the soul of Qin Yan's sea of knowledge.

The blood pool and Jinlian in the sea have long been hit by thousands of ghosts, and a scene of terrible waves soaring into the sky. However, a golden Buddha statue appeared, pointing to the sky, pointing to the ground, opening his lips and shouting, "Yes!"

The roaring wind suddenly disappeared without a trace, the wind and waves subsided, and all the ghosts were silent. Only the Buddha's light shone in the void and reflected the thousands.

Yamole, who occupied the magpie's nest, turned into a Buddha statue and lost all his magical power. He wanted to strip off Qin Yan's three souls and seven souls and search for the true scriptures of immortality. However, at this time, a cold starlight from the dome suddenly fell vertically, reflecting in the middle of the eyebrows of the Buddha statue.

'What is this?'

Yamolu's heart was shocked, and then turned into an incomparable panic.

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

Yamole's heart trembled and he didn't have time to react to evacuate. The power of the cold star followed the way and fell into his eyebrows.

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

Buddha's Dharma says: "All actions are impermanent, which is the law of birth and death. Life and death have been destroyed, and silence and death are joy."

But at this time, Jemole has not really become a Buddha and can never take pleasure in "silence".

He withdrew from the sea of Qin Yanzhi in a panic, regardless of running 3,000 scriptures, but only to protect himself.

However, after all, it was still a step late. Although the power of Wusheng Hanxing was quickly eliminated, his second decline as a heavenly man was also triggered and could no longer be contained.

The crown is withered, and the spirit is withered!

The yuan god hiding in the spiritual platform began to show a decline. The solemn Buddha's clothes were removed, and the disguised demons could no longer be covered, and there were dark cracks, as if they could collapse at any time.

Yamole could no longer take care of Qin Yan, so he immediately used the device and tried his best to resist the decline of the yuan god that came to him.

In fact, he has been preparing for this day for a long time. In order to save himself a way to live, he began to collect magic weapons after the first decline. Among them, several ancient treasures have been painstakingly obtained by him and can delay the process of the second decline as much as possible. Now the decline of the yuan god is in a hurry, but he is not unprepared. After launching the magic weapon, he wants to stabilize the golden body first, then delay the attack process of the second decline, and slowly steal a glimmer of life from the disaster of nine deaths.

That will be an extremely long process. Even if he is lucky enough not to die today, he will always be trapped in the decline in the next few years and decades!