Chapter 527 The Holy Land of Buddhism Next

The two incarnations of Xiao Yun, one is a fairy figure, and the other is sexy and charming, which makes the eyes of stattering and nagging.

"Two idiots..." Xiaoyun spered softly, and there was no time to count the two of them. Facing the swept sand, every grain of sand and dust was covered by a small world. Xiao Yun's two incarnations are around, and the golden light and magic are intertwined, smashing the dust.

"Bum bang bang!"

The sound of an air explosion comes from the distorted space, which is the sound brought about by the smashing of the small world. But there is too much sand and dust. No matter how hard several people work, they can't help but be hit by some sand and dust.

"brush~~"

A grain of sand and dust hit the body of the ink scales. In an instant, the body of the ink scales disappeared in front of everyone.

"Oh no!" Zhuge Buliang's heart was shocked.

"It doesn't matter!" Niu Ganglie was indifferent.

Then, Zhuge Fuliang saw that the space was torn by a sword gas, and the ink scales came out of it. Niu Ganglie explained, "If you are hit by the small world in the sand and dust, you will get lost in it. You should find a gap and break the space as soon as possible, otherwise there will be more and more small worlds falling, and then you will only get lost."

Zhuge did not nod his head. It seems that the array of one sand and one world in the Buddhist world is not flawless.

"Brush~~~"

Inadtentionally, Zhuge Fuliang was actually approached by a grain of sand and dust. He felt a strange fluctuation shrouded him, and then the scene in front of him was once blurred. The next moment, Zhuge Fuliang found that he was already in an inexplicable space, surrounded by fog and could not see the edge.

"Damn it!"

Zhuge Butiao cursed secretly, and his consciousness spread out in an instant, and found a subtle place in this small world in an instant. Without saying a word, Zhuge Buchang directly bombarded the bricks. The space was broken, and Zhugebuliang rushed by and returned to everyone.

Niu Ganglie roared: "Let's work together to open a path!" After saying that, a red glow of fire came out, ten thousand cows galloped in the firelight, and the firelight soared to the sky, opening a gap.

The invisible sword wave wave opened, and the ink scale rushed up with a bronze sword in its hand. The bronze sword swept away, and the sword wave was vast, which magnified the gap even more.

Zhuge Buliang, speechless monks, stomping and Xiao Yun all took action to fight together in a place, trying to open a gap that can accommodate several people to pass, otherwise they will be trapped here endlessly.

"Ah~~~"

With a delicate cry, the calf witch who had been hiding behind the silent monk was swept out by a strong wind, and her body immediately disappeared in front of several people.

"Hong Lan!" Niu Ganglie is in a hurry. The calf witch's cultivation is the worst among these people, and the situation is also the most dangerous, but he can't spare his hand to save his daughter now. Niu Ganglie and Molin, the two masters who can't be too empty, are stuck in the gap alone. It is the sharp knife among several people. In case he withdraws now, the others are more dangerous.

The black Zen stick in the hands of the speechless monk was black, and the black "wan" print flew out, directly penetrating the space, and the speechless monk rushed in. After a moment, the tall and straight figure of the silent monk broke through the space again, and the calf witch was held in his arms... It's still a typical "princess hug".

This made the calf witch very happy. There were two red glows on her pretty face. She looked at the silent monk who hugged her, with a sweet smile on the corners of her mouth.

"I think your brother is hanging, so don't fall..." Zhuge Budang said in a low voice to stag and chat.

"Amitabha, everyone is very happy~~" muttered.

Niu Ganglie and Mo Lin opened the road in front, followed by Zhuge Wuliang and speechless monks, stattering and Xiao Yun on both sides. Soon, they opened a gap in this big array. Niu Ganglie rushed in with everyone.

A few hours later, a little light came out in front of him. In an in an inn's moment, the sand and dust of the wind swept away, and the twisted space returned to normal. Several people appeared in the sand sea again.

"It broke out." Niu Ganglie took a deep breath and said that there was a little sweat on his forehead, and his long hair also looked a little messy.

Looking at the ink scales, it is also a little wheezing. Both of them are super-high hands who can't be too empty. At this moment, they look so embarrassed. It can be seen that they have contributed a lot on the way to the battle just now. Zhuge Buteng also felt a little exhausted, but compared with several people's situation, it was better. After all, the strength of his body was unmatched.

The anger in the silent monk's human body converged, and his face was calm and dusty again, but there was a trace of fatigue in his eyes.

After breaking through this array of Buddha's world, several people consumed a lot.

At this moment, the remains of the ancient city are almost in front of you, and you can even see the virtual shadows of some buildings in the city, which have gradually become clear. Several people made a little rest in place and flew to the ancient city. They didn't encounter any obstacles on the way forward.

Half an hour later, a magnificent ancient city appeared in front of them. Near the ancient city, several people felt energetic, especially the silent monks and stalking. They were both disciples of Buddhism and could clearly feel a strong Buddhist atmosphere.

And the architectural style of this ancient city is also closely related to Buddhism. If you have to distinguish what is unique about the style of this ancient city, it is not a city at all, but a huge temple.

"Is this the Holy Land? It's a little different from the beautiful mountains and rivers imagined. The calf witch touched the horns above her head and said.

Zhuge's pupils contracted slightly, stared at the distance, and said, "It seems that many people have arrived ahead of us."

Everyone followed Zhuge Fuliang's eyes and really saw a few practitioners standing at the top of several temples not far away. From the breath, they felt that they should not be ordinary people. After all, those who enter here through the Buddhist array are far from ordinary people.

"Mo scales, it seems that you are still a step slower." With a big laugh, a middle-aged man appeared in front of several people at some point, staring at the ink scales with burning eyes. Although he looks only nearly middle-aged in appearance, he called himself an old man. It can be seen that his real age must be a terrible unit.

"But I'm still here." Mo Zhu smiled and clenched the bronze sword in his hand.

"Oh, is this the new ancient magic soldier in your Shujianzhai?" The middle-aged man stared at the bronze sword in the ink scale's hand with some enthusiasm.

"Would you like to try its power?" Mo scales sneered.

"Hey hey hey~~~" The middle-aged man smiled and glanced at him. He saw Niu Ganglie standing aside indifferently. His eyes couldn't help fluctuating slightly, and then turned around and walked towards the temple.

The ink scales showed his robe sleeves, held the bronze sword in his hand, and followed the middle-aged man into the temple.

Niu Ganglie looked back at Zhuge Fuliang and others and said, "Be careful." After saying that, he also strode towards the temple buildings in front of him. He and Mo scales have a high position in the Honghuang Fairyland. Naturally, it is impossible to walk with these juniors. The level of contact with a person is also accompanied by the improvement of his own strength.

At least now, they don't have the right to be on an equal footing with those seniors.

"Let's go, too. This magnificent temple must be closely related to the Buddha." The speechless monk said that it was not difficult to see the yearning for this holy land from his eyes.

A group of six people walked into this group of temples. I don't know how many years these temple buildings have existed, and the vicissitudes of time engraved on it can be clearly seen. Even some temples have almost collapsed, and they are covered with sand and dust, submerged half of them.

In front of a huge stone tablet, the silent monk and the stalked stopped and looked at the almost broken stone tablet. The stone tablet is carved with some Sanskrit that Zhuge Fuliang can't understand. Although there are vicissitudes of time, these Sanskrit words on the stone tablet are clearly visible.

The speechless monk shook his head and said, "Presumably, before the endless years, this was also a prosperous holy place of Buddhism."

"What's written on it?" The calf witch followed the silent monk and looked at him with curious eyes.

"What is recorded is some feelings of Buddhism and Taoism, but they are already incomplete." The speechless monk said indifferently.

They passed through several temples and finally stepped into a magnificent temple. Although the temple is full of sand and dust, and even the Buddha statues in the temple are broken, there is an unusual atmosphere in the air. Under the fine smell, there is a faint fragrance in the temple.

Several people's faces showed an incredible color. It has been abandoned here for so long. I'm afraid that even some rare treasures of heaven and earth have already dried up. Where did this fragrance come from?

"Come and see here." Xiao Yun suddenly greeted a few people.

Zhuge Buliang and several people walked over and saw a skeleton quietly holding behind a Buddha statue. This skeleton is still intact, the bone spots are crystal clear, and there is no sign of decay. And the faint fragrance emanates from this skeleton.

The calf witch sniffed gently: "It smells good. It's really strange. The skeleton should have emitted a rotten smell. Where did this fragrance come from?"

"What is the skeleton holding in his hand?" At a glance, I saw that the skeleton seemed to hold something similar to the scroll in his hand.

Zhuge Butang carefully held the painting axis in his hand, but found that the palm of the skeleton was tightly grasping the painting axis, as if he was unwilling to abandon it before death. What kind of tall thing is this? Zhuge Buzuo thought to himself. It took a lot of effort to remove the drawing shaft from the skull's palm.

The dust on it is removed. I don't know what material caused this picture scroll. It has not been corroded by years and is well preserved.

"Wor-la~~"

The scroll unfolds, which is indeed a painting. On the picture, there is a tall and heroic monk, sitting on a strange stone, like an arhats, heroic and extraordinary. What's more strange is that his eyes are vividly portrayed, with a breathtaking momentum in his eyes, as if a big Buddha really appeared in front of them.

"How... It's him!" The speechless monk was suddenly surprised.