"My Buddha is merciful." Seeing Ye Chen holding up the giant mountain, the Buddha thought with his hands and sprinkled a piece of Buddha light.
That piece of Buddha light carries a Buddha scroll, which is engraved with the six-character Buddhist mantra, and hangs on the giant mountain.
Suddenly, Juyue became heavy and the pressure doubled.
"I don't need your mercy." Ye Chen roared, golden energy and blood rising, but his legs were still bent a little bit by the pressure, and he was about to kneel on the ground.
"Hold it!" The monks from all directions clenched their fists, unable to help, and supported Ye Chen mentally.
They all have awe of the Ancient Holy Body and do not want this staunch lineage to be suppressed here.
But! The hero is dying, and Ye Chen has exhausted the last trace of the power of the holy bones. He is old and tired, and can no longer withstand the suppression of Buddha.
boom!
With a roar, the 8,000-foot giant mountain that was lifted up by Ye Chen suddenly fell to the ground, and the earth trembled.
Ye Chen was suppressed and no longer had the strength to stand up. He could only scream with shocking roars that echoed throughout the sky.
Why!
The monks from all directions sighed and shook their heads. There was an inexplicable sadness in their hearts. The hero was late.
No matter how unyielding or unruly he is, he will not be able to resist the suppression of the Buddha. This time, he failed to create a myth.
In the sky, Buddha's mind body also gathered away thousands of golden lights, slowly dissipated, and turned into a wisp of mind power.
The world fell into silence, with only blood mist flying.
Looking over there from a distance, the mountain looks like the five fingers of a hand.
That is the palm of Buddha, and it is named by all directions: Wuzhi Mountain.
More and more people gathered around Wuzhi Mountain to watch, and there were also devout believers who knelt down to worship the Buddha's decree.
"There was something like this last night." The monk who arrived later couldn't help but be surprised when he heard the reason.
"We saw with our own eyes that Fengxian and the others were beheaded, and we also saw with our own eyes that the Holy Body was suppressed by the Buddha."
"What a man of iron bones! He resisted the pressure of the Buddha and slaughtered Fengxian and others completely."
"The rebellious Sakyamuni was suppressed by the Buddha this time. It can be considered cause and effect!" Someone sighed.
At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, it is dark and dry, with no light.
At some point, I heard the sound of iron chains banging.
The sound came from an ancient altar with four standing copper pillars, densely engraved with Buddhist runes.
As for Ye Chen, he was chained to the altar, with his hands, feet, waist, and neck all shackled by cold iron chains.
His hair was disheveled and he was covered in blood, like a prisoner on death row. His old eyes were cloudy and dull.
Suddenly, he raised his old hand and touched his eyes.
His magic power was blocked, and even his fairy eyes were banned. Even if he awakened to the way of heaven, it would be difficult to escape from this mountain.
"I don't need your mercy." His voice was hoarse and weak, filled with vicissitudes of life and exhaustion.
It was dark and dead here, with no light or life. As an old man, he couldn't help but huddle up in the cold.
Outside the mountain, there were people coming, and they couldn't help but sigh.
For nine consecutive days, outside Wuzhi Mountain, there were constant figures of people, coming and going, mostly because of their reputation.
The older monks were all amazed, and many young monks were also in awe of the mountain, and they all felt inferior.
"He is an unparalleled hero." The young female cultivator looked at him with beautiful eyes. All beauties love heroes.
The people sealed inside have created too many myths along the way, and even though they have been suppressed, they are still respectable.
From a distance, another person came, a dozen figures, all covered in black robes, with eyes full of tears.
This is a reincarnated person who did not obey Ye Chen's orders to leave Xuanhuang, go around in circles, and then come back.
After more than a dozen people fell, they sacrificed their natal magical weapons, revived their divine power, and bombarded Wuzhishan like crazy.
"These little kids, their brains are flooded!" The monks from all over the world lamented, "The strongest is only a quasi-sage, and you still want to break the ban set by the Buddha?"
"Eighty percent of them were kicked by donkeys, and they were all overestimating their abilities."
"If we blast it like this, we won't be able to blast it open even in eight hundred years."
"The person who wants to rescue the Holy Body is probably an old friend or relative of Ye Chen." Someone mused.
More than a dozen reincarnations ignored the words from all directions and continued to bombard Wuzhishan desperately.
However, their attack was too weak. After three hours of continuous bombardment, they did not shake Wuzhishan even a little bit.
"Stop." In the mountain, Ye Chen was awakened and opened his old eyes. He could see the outside through the mountain, and his consciousness sent a voice, ordering him to stop the attack.
"Holy Lord, we will definitely rescue you." The eyes of more than a dozen reincarnations were filled with light of determination.
"Leave Xuanhuang." Ye Chen's voice was extremely hoarse.
"We will come back again." A dozen reincarnations obeyed the order, stopped bombarding, and turned around to leave.
Having seen the tyranny of the Buddha's seal, they knew very well that with their strength, they would never be able to break it open.
Just because they can't blast away doesn't mean that others can't blast away. They need to seek help to rescue Ye Chen.
Looking at the departing reincarnation, Ye Chen's eyes were blurry, as if he could see the beautiful mountains and rivers through the illusion.
Over two hundred years passed, and he also felt homesick.
He didn't know if he would be able to survive until Dachu returned, because he was already dying and his life span was pitifully short.
Outside the mountain, the sky rumbled again, like thunder.
There are rolling clouds and mist in the sky in all directions, shaking the sky, as if there are thousands of armies and horses galloping.
There were indeed thousands of troops and horses, either driving chariots, riding flying swords, or riding spiritual beasts. The black mass was like a vast ocean, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
If you look carefully, you will see that the powerful men from Taiqing Palace, Supreme City, Piaomiao Palace, Heavenly Punishment Holy Land, Yuhua Divine Dynasty, Cangling Palace and Sun Moon God Sect all have murderous aura.
"Such a big battle." The monk who was watching suddenly changed his expression and hurriedly retreated, fearing the aftermath.
"We escaped overnight, and now we are working together to fight back."
"Obviously, they are all here for Ye Chen."
"Everyone knows that the power of the Holy Bones has been exhausted and Ye Chen was suppressed, so they dare to come here. If Ye Chen still has the previous fighting strength, they dare to come? How many come, how many will be destroyed."
"At least there are millions of people." Someone lamented.
"If you don't keep it together, you can really blow open Wuzhishan. With Ye Chen's current condition, if the seal is broken, he will inevitably die."
As he spoke, the siege from all directions had arrived, covering the ground and filling the sky, like a black sea.
There were indeed millions of them, and their formation was so huge that the water surrounding Wuzhi Mountain was blocked, shaking the heaven and the earth.
"Ye Chen, you have today too." The Holy Master of Taiqing Palace laughed unscrupulously, his eyes full of ferocity.
The same is true for the other six holy masters. They gritted their teeth and wished they could rush in immediately and tear Ye Chen into pieces.
Ye Chen was silent and stared quietly, looking at the ugly faces, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
More than two hundred years ago, 90 million monks in the Great Chu fought desperately to protect the common people, but they were so resented by them. This irony makes people laugh sadly.
"Hit me, my king, and break the seal of Wuzhishan." Outside the mountain, shouts started, and the holy masters of the seven families raised their arms and pointed at Wuzhishan with their swords.
Immediately, Xutian's ultimate killing formation arrayed in all directions revived one after another, blooming with divine power, aiming at Wuzhi Mountain.
Millions of monks are standing all over the sky in all directions. The magic weapons are buzzing, the array diagrams are shaking, and many secret techniques are coming out, all with annihilation, trying to destroy the Five Fingers Mountain.
Millions of divine lights shot out together, hitting the mountain together.
Even a great sage would be horrified by an attack of this scale. If it were a great sage who was hit, he would probably be dead.
However, millions of monks worked together, but they were unable to shake Wuzhi Mountain, not even half of the stone was knocked down.
"Keep banging, bang hard." The Holy Master of the Qi family became furious, shouted loudly, and waved the killing sword again.
Millions of monks are like chicken blood, playing with their lives, using magical weapons and secret magic circles, regardless of the cost, and it is not finished until they are smashed to pieces.
The rumbling sound resounded through the sky and lasted for a long time.
The monks who had left earlier turned back.
Everyone wanted to see whether the attack of millions of monks could break through the Buddha's ban.
Looking from a distance, around Wuzhi Mountain, on the top of each hill, there are monks watching a play with their hands folded.
Many people set up large iron pots directly on the top of the mountain, eating meat and drinking wine while watching the show.
"I bet for nine days, the ban will be broken." There are also weird people who set up gambling tables and gamble in broad daylight.
"Three days, three days at most, millions of monks!"
"Buddha's seal can be broken at a moment's notice. I bet all my fortune on it. It will take at least half a month."
"Come on, come on, the magic weapons are on sale. After passing through this village, there are no such good magic weapons." What's more, a street stall was set up outside the mountain to sell goods.
Okay! The street stalls were all up, and those selling elixirs and secret scrolls all came in droves. They all had business acumen and could do anything.
The tea stalls and wine shops have also been renovated. There are also people with great supernatural powers who have built a restaurant and the business is not bad.
What kind of scene is this? Wuzhi Mountain is as lively as an ancient city.
However, the day passed quietly and the seal was not broken.
Two days later, Wuzhishan was still standing neatly.
Three days have passed, and still no Wuzhi Mountain has been blasted.
Time passed slowly. The fourth, fifth and sixth days passed day by day. The power of the seven families became more and more fierce, but they could not shake the Wuzhishan and break the seal.
It was only when the first month arrived that I saw the Holy Masters of the Seven Families ordered to stop attacking, and their expressions were not ordinary ugly.
After receiving the order, millions of monks sat down on the ground, their faces extremely pale.
After a month of hard work, everyone's breath was depressed, and the red circles under his eyes made him feel very wilted.
Looking at the onlookers, they were all immersed in rubbing her.
The seven forces had been bombarding them for a month, and they had watched helplessly for a month. They were not ordinary perseverance.
"I've eaten enough to support myself. I'll just sit here and watch it for a month." Someone got up and left, cursing.
"There are millions of monks who haven't broken the seal for a month. It's shameless." The old guy also puffed his beard and glared.
"Let's go, it's a waste of time." As soon as someone left, a crowd of people stood up, their faces all dark.
As a result, everyone present, whether they were drinking and eating meat, setting up stalls, gambling, flirting with girls, or teasing, one after another, rushed to all directions.
The huge world and the waves of people came and went quickly, and the place suddenly became much quieter.
"Let's go." The Holy Lord of the Heavenly Punishment Holy Land said coldly, turned around first, and led his troops to retreat.
The Holy Masters of the other six factions also gave orders with dark faces, took their families, and left in despair.