The pure land of the Western Desert is so quiet that the sparrows are silent.
Everyone is looking at the sky, and they all have unfinished thoughts.
The spiritual mountain was overthrown, all the Buddhas died, Sakyamuni entered the world during the calamity, and the imperial weapon, the pestle, disappeared without a trace.
Each of these cases makes people feel quite unreal.
puff!
Ye Chen also vomited blood, and his stiff ancient holy body also bent down, his steps staggered, and he fell dangerously into the sky.
The golden light all over his body has dimmed a lot, the golden blood has slumped, and his eyes have become turbid, making him look even older, and he is already in his twilight years.
In successive bloody battles, the power of the Holy Bones was exhausted by him, and he no longer had the quasi-imperial power and overbearing combat power.
However, even so, everyone's eyes were still in awe, and no one dared to offend his majesty.
"The prestige of the ancient holy body is all achieved through fighting." The old quasi-emperor whispered, his old eyes full of amazement.
"Kill the demons." The Buddhas in Lingshan shouted angrily, dragging all sentient beings to kill with their thoughts, wanting to kill Ye Chen to prove Buddhism.
Ye Chen was indifferent, his expression was calm, and a teleportation domain gate appeared behind him, dragging him in and turning around to disappear.
The Buddhas hissed, and there was a sharp look in the Buddha's eyes.
Their Buddha mind is no longer calm, the Buddha's light is restless, and they seem to be ready to join the world in response to the calamity.
"The spiritual mountain was overthrown, the Buddhas were slaughtered, Sakyamuni was reviled and passed away, and even the imperial weapon the Demon-Conquering Pestle was taken away. The scene now should be an excellent irony." Looking at the Buddhas, some people sighed and clicked their tongues.
"To protect one person, he was beaten so brutally. Such mercy is really not worth it." Too many people sighed.
"I've calculated with my fingers, Phoenix Immortal is indeed a disaster." The old magicians started to behave nonsense again.
However, no one refuted the words of the old magicians.
Taking a closer look, it seems that none of the people who were seduced into joining the gang by Feng Xianer met a good end.
Such as the Immortal God Son and others, such as her followers, such as Zhiyang, such as Lingshan at this moment.
They were all miserable. Those who were caught were caught, those who were beaten were beaten, and those who were exterminated were exterminated.
Feng Xian'er deserves to be called a disaster.
"The show is over." The old man turned around first, put his hands behind his back, and walked up to Xutian, humming a little tune all the way, as if he was very happy.
"Let's go." The spectators scattered in all directions. Before leaving, they would all look back at Lingshan Mountain and the Buddhas in the sky.
Walking away all the way, with sighs and tongues, Xi Mo and his party did not come in vain this time, the show was very exciting.
The news here quickly spread throughout Xuanhuang.
Ye Chen became famous in one battle. In order to catch a man, he fought against the Buddha, overthrew the spiritual mountain, slaughtered all the Buddhas, and defeated Sakyamuni. Even the imperial weapon, the Demon-Conquering Pestle, was far away.
"It really fulfills the truth: wherever the Holy Eucharist goes, there is a lot of excitement, and the noise is getting louder every time."
"Since he came to Xuanhuang, from the Xuanhuang Star Sea to the present Lingshan Mountain in the West Desert, he has done all shocking things. Every one of his legends will be myths and will be passed down from generation to generation."
"When the power of the Holy Bones is over, someone will probably keep an eye on Ye Chen." Someone muttered, feeling inexplicably worried.
"It's just that he provoked too many enemies, and no one wanted to kill him." Many people sighed for this.
Amidst the lingering discussion, night falls.
At the foot of Zhutian Mountain, there are constant silhouettes of people, most of whom are squatting on the top of the mountain with their hands folded. They are not highly cultivated and have sly eyebrows and rat-like eyes.
These people looked around as if waiting for something.
"I said, will the Holy Body really come to the Heavenly Mountains?" Some people scratched their heads and were a little impatient.
"Listen to me, they will definitely come." A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said confidently, "We have captured so many people but haven't killed them yet, don't we just want to stay here and kill them?"
"If you say that, there's nothing wrong with it."
"Here he comes, the Holy Eucharist is really here." As soon as the young man finished speaking, he heard someone pointing in one direction and screaming.
Ye Chen did come and landed at the foot of Zhutian Mountain.
There is still blood here, and it has not dried up. It is the blood of reincarnated people, spilled here, not in my hometown.
"I brought them here." Ye Chen looked at Zhutian Mountain, as if looking at familiar faces.
He waved his hand and released nearly ten thousand people, including Taoist Zhiyang, Fengxian, the Son of Immortal Clan, Tiancan, Son of Burying God, Nirvana Divine Body, and their followers.
"Fengxian, they are all Fengxian, she bewitched us." As soon as nearly ten thousand people were released, they roared and roared, and the darkness was overwhelming. They all knelt on the ground, their eyes were frightened, and their bodies were covered in blood, which made people's hearts tremble.
"Then go down and settle the matter with her." Ye Chen raised his killing sword, his majestic words were cold to the bone, the misty sky was piercing the sky, the sound was burning, silent and withered.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore." Before Ye Chen's sword fell, he heard the deep and deep sound of Buddha's voice.
This Buddha's sound is not transmitted from other places, but from Ye Chen's divine sea, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, solemn and peaceful.
Ye Chen's divine sea buzzed and he almost collapsed. He staggered and almost fell down. His head was so painful that it was about to explode.
Looking at his divine sea, there is a golden Buddha sitting suspended, with a majestic appearance, and the Buddha's eyes are bright and boundless.
"The Tathagata the Great Sun." Ye Chen roared, and he recognized who it was at a glance. It was the Tathagata the Great Sun.
Taixu Gulong said back then that once you practice this Buddhist mantra, you will be targeted and you will end up with the Buddha sooner or later.
Now, after more than two hundred years, the Buddha's mind body has finally manifested. Just because of the Great Sun Tathagata's Purifying Mantra, he has formed a cause and effect with the Buddha.
Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum.
The Buddha recited the Great Sun Tathagata Purifying Mantra in his mind. The Buddha's voice was majestic and its magic power was irresistible.
Well!
The sword in Ye Chen's hand fell and plunged into the ground, hugging the old head and roaring in pain.
The Buddha's thoughts were too strong and he wanted to use the Purifying Mantra to save him.
In just a moment, the evil spirit in his body was wiped away, and in just a moment, his firm mind became chaotic.
"What's going on?" The monks around Zhutian Mountain all scratched their heads and looked at each other in a daze.
Not only were they stunned, the Immortal Clan Shenzi, Fengxian and others were also stunned, wondering what happened to Ye Chen.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately." This Buddha's voice resounds without limit, carrying the power of salvation.
"Even if I put down the butcher knife, I will never become a Buddha." Ye Chen roared, it was a roar from the soul.
Why!
Just hearing a sigh, the golden Buddha flew out of Ye Chen's divine sea, straight into the sky, and sat hanging in the sky.
It became huge and became a ten thousand-foot golden Buddha, like a mountain, with thousands of Buddha lights, majestic and majestic.
It is simply too dazzling, with wisps of Buddha's radiance shining all over the place, and the dark sky becomes bright because of its existence.
Its Buddha eyes are quiet, full of compassion and peace, and countless scriptures have evolved in them, containing the supreme Dharma.
"Then what is that?" The monks from all directions raised their heads and looked at the golden Buddha in a daze.
"Buddha?" Immortal Clan Shenzi, Fengxian and others also saw it, and they all screamed crazily, "Buddha, save me."
"My Buddha is merciful, Amitabha." The Buddha said while thinking, and the Buddha's voice echoed across the nine heavens.
With a sound of coercion, Ye Chen was forced to kneel down.
"I don't need your mercy." Ye Chen screamed, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and veins were exposed on his forehead, madness and insanity coexisting.
Unyielding, he stood up abruptly despite the pressure, and his bent body straightened up.
He pulled out the Quasi-Emperor Sword that was stuck sideways on the ground, swung it with difficulty while shaking, and slashed at the enemies everywhere.
puff!
As soon as the sword fell, the entire group of people turned into a bloody mist of death.
However, he also paid a heavy price for this. More than one of his sacred bones was crushed by the pressure.
kill!
He roared, dragging his bloody body, holding the bloody sword, stumbling step by step, slashing wildly.
Every time he swung his sword, scores of people were killed.
Every time he swings the sword, his holy body will split into pieces and be stained with blood, making him a single-blooded person.
"Buddha, save me. Buddha, save me." Ye Chen was roaring, and the Immortal God Son, Feng Xian and others were also roaring, hoping that Buddha could help them get out of the sea of suffering.
"Kill." Ye Chen was no longer human, his consciousness was confused, his eyes were full of blood and tears, his vision was blurred, every step was bloody, and there was a bloody road behind him.
When the sword fell, there was a pool of blood, and the blood stained the Tianshan Mountains red.
Many divine sons of great sects and princes of many great sects all died at this moment and became the dust of history.
"My Buddha is merciful." The Buddha sighed softly while thinking, and raised his dazzling Buddha palm, and Ling Tian covered it.
It was a golden hand that covered the sky, covered with Buddhist inscriptions, and there was a golden swastika in its palm.
With the palm of the Buddha's hand, the world seemed to be destroyed. The world trembled, lost color, and fell all the way. Time froze, the universe was turned upside down, and the sky collapsed inch by inch.
"You can't kill me. I am a descendant of Phoenix, and she is kind to you." Below, Fengxian was hissing, her eyes filled with fear, because Ye Chen had already dragged his bloody body to kill her and raised his Killing sword.
"Blood debt must be repaid with blood." Ye Chen's roar shook the world, with blood and tears everywhere. Even if he risked his life, he would kill Fengxian and repay the blood debt for his relatives who died tragically.
"No, no, no." Fengxian hissed. Her eyes bulged out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Before the sword fell, she already felt that her whole body was cold to the bone, as if she had fallen into the Nine Netherworld, as if she had been sent to the eighteenth level of hell, and was suffering for life after life.
She had no enmity with Ye Chen, but because of Phoenix Immortal Yu, she was aloof and considered herself noble and could not tolerate offense from others, so she took revenge again and again.
However, the siege against Ye Chen failed again and again, making her become more and more crazy.
For this, she had to pay the price with blood.
Not only her, but also her royal brother died tragically, and the proud Phoenix clan was also humiliated because of her.
On her deathbed, she understood what regret was.
Regret that I should have provoked Ye Chen again and again, touched his evil side more than once, and even brought about tragic consequences.
Her dignity, her arrogance, her cultivation, her lofty aspirations, and her world-famous beauty will all become a thing of the past with this sword.
The cold light suddenly appeared, Fen Ji fell, and Feng Xian was beheaded.
She also turned into blood mist and was buried under the Zhutian Mountains. She paid the price of blood for her crimes.
At the same time, Ling Tian's Buddha palm also fell.
The unyielding figure fell into a pool of blood.
The earth shook, and a ten-thousand-foot-long handprint was imprinted on the ground, turning into a giant mountain, standing between heaven and earth.
"I don't need your mercy." Although Ye Chen was pressed under the mountain, he was still roaring, his voice trembling to the sky.
The mountains trembled and were pushed up by him again.
It was a trembling scene. He, who was like an ant, actually lifted up an eight-thousand-foot-high mountain.
The monks from all directions were turned to stone, and everyone was shocked to see it.