After Ning Chen followed the two Buddhist King Kong into the secret room, the soldiers in the forbidden army were all shocked. They hadn't found anything yet, so why did Lord Hou come.
"Hou" All the officers and men saluted and said respectfully.
"Well, you all get out of the way." Ning Chen waved his hands and said.
"Yes" The officers and men got up, and immediately gave way to the space of the secret room.
"Where is the slate, tell me?" Ning Chen glanced at the two of them and said calmly.
The two Buddhist monks walked to the stone platform where the wooden shrine was placed before, and said, "It's just below."
Ning Chen stepped forward and pushed the stone platform, but still remained motionless, he couldn't help frowning, and said, "Is there any mechanism?"
"No." The two shook their heads.
Ning Chen nodded, and wanted to smash again, right, very good, this is what he is best at.
With a bang, the ink sword was unsheathed, and immediately there was a loud noise, and the stone platform shattered and scattered all over the ground.
The stone platform collapsed, and after digging down for half a foot, a broken stone slab appeared. The pictures and words engraved on it were a little blurry. At first glance, it looked like something from some era.
Ning Chen stared at the slate for a long time, frowning deeper and deeper, the leader of the forbidden army not far away saw this, and when he saw the contents of the slate, his expression changed.
"Hou" the leader of the forbidden army said with a worried expression.
"Needless to say, I have my own measure." Ning Chen waved his hand, interrupting the former's words. On the slate, the origin of the golden short sword is written. It is indeed not a Buddhist thing, but a heavy weapon with a magical nature. Long ago, the owner of this sword had a great grudge with Buddhism, and used this sword. Killed countless Buddha disciples and
Buddhists, stained with endless Buddha blood.
In the end, the first-generation abbot of Du'e Temple couldn't bear it any longer. He devoted all the power of the Buddhist kingdom to kill the owner of the sword in two days of bloody battle. Finally, the sword was kept under the temple for three hundred years, and the grievances in the sword were sealed with the great Buddhist method.
This sword is full of the hatred of the sword's owner for Buddhism and the resentment of the 100,000 Buddhist disciples and Buddhist disciples who were killed when they were dying.
The Buddha talks about the afterlife, and the most fearful thing is the thought of resentment. This history has always been a taboo in Buddhism. It is buried deep in this dark underground and will never see the light of day.
After the seal of the Great Buddha Dharma, the resentful soldier has lost its original appearance and has become a golden Buddhist holy soldier, but it does not mean that the resentment inside has disappeared.
The method of lifting the seal is not clearly written, and Buddhism is not stupid, and I absolutely do not want this magic weapon to be born again.
However, the first half of the slate has already explained that this is a resentful soldier forged by the blood of Buddhist disciples and Buddhist disciples, and now it has become a Buddhist holy soldier just because it has been sealed.
In other words, as long as the power of resentment is stronger than the power of Buddhism, the sword will be unsealed again.
Since Buddhism can suppress grievances, then grievances can also suppress Buddhism, Buddhas and demons can be suppressed, and vice versa.
Soon, they will have to deal with a congenital Buddha who is in the three disaster realms, and any suppression will come in handy.
"Hou, there are Buddhist disciples constantly gathering at the foot of the mountain, and they are about to rush up the mountain." At this moment, a soldier rushed over and reported.
"Hou!" The expression of the leader of the forbidden army changed slightly and hurriedly said.
"Don't say any more!"
Ning Chen raised his hand to stop it, then glanced at the soldiers around him, and said coldly, "Everyone go out with me"
"Yes" The generals respectfully took orders.
The Buddha in the Buddhist country should have already received the news, and on the way back, he can no longer have any hesitation.
At the foot of the mountain, black Buddhist disciples kept coming from all directions, and there were already tens of thousands in front of them.
Ning Chen descended the mountain with 300 soldiers of the Imperial Guard, watching more and more figures gathered at the foot of the mountain, the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.
The number of Buddhist disciples who came from afar was still increasing. Three hundred soldiers of the Imperial Army stood behind Ning Chen, silently waiting for orders.
"You devils, get out of Foshan!" In the crowd, a Buddhist roared, taking advantage of the crowd.
"Get out of Foshan!" The rest of the Buddhists cursed angrily.
The voices of tens of thousands of people, like thunder and thunder on a sunny day, in this gradually fading night sky, are deafening and reverberate for hundreds of miles.
Ning Chen coldly looked at the crazy Buddhist disciple in front of him, without anger, without pity, just calm as always.
Stupid and heartless people are not worth any pity. Compared with the soldiers and soldiers who are still fighting bloody battles in Daxia, they are worthless.
The voices of the crowd went from strong to weak, seeing that the devil in front was still indifferent, and the deafening voice gradually weakened.
At this moment, Ning Chen opened his mouth and said sarcastically, "In the eyes of your Buddha, you are a bunch of idiots. Of course, in the eyes of Ben Hou, you are not even as stupid!"
Hearing this, the crowd suddenly fryed, and their anger was instantly catalyzed to the extreme, rushing towards the mountain.
When the conflict started, Ning Chen moved, and the golden short sword in his hand slashed a terrifying sword light. Immediately, the stump and the broken arm flew into the sky, blood spurting like rain.
"Kill, don't leave one," Ning Chen said coldly.
"Yes"
The three hundred Imperial Army led the order, and the sword light came out in unison, and rushed into the crowd in a blink of an eye.
A moment later, under the Holy Land, the voices of fear came one after another, but they couldn't stop the ruthless sword light from taking their lives.
The gap between ordinary people who have no organizational discipline and warriors is unimaginable. In front of Mijie Mountain, there is only killing, naked~naked~naked killing.
The blood was flowing, and the soil was washed out of the ravines by the blood, spreading vertically and horizontally, reaching ten miles away.
Ning Chen stood on the stone steps in front of the mountain, and took out a golden short sword. Between his palms, the blood below kept flying, and immediately turned into a golden short sword that rushed into the air with a waterfall of blood.
The daggers floating in the air, the golden light shines brightly, constantly resisting the erosion of the blood waterfall.
The slaughter continued, and the blood was also flowing. The atmosphere of anger, fear, hatred, and despair continued to spread, condensed in the blood, and a strong resentment broke out.
The Buddha's light in the sword is getting stronger and stronger, and the resentment in the blood waterfall is getting stronger and stronger.
At this time, the most tragic night in the Buddhist country, the Buddha could not walk, and he could only watch the Buddhist disciples at the foot of the mountain being slaughtered by the devils of Daxia.
Daxia soldiers have the strictest discipline in the world, and their absolute obedience belief has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
The blood waterfall in the air became more and more majestic, and the Buddha light in it was gradually submerged by the blood waterfall, and it was difficult to reveal a trace of brilliance.
Three hundred miles away, the expressions of the abbot of Du'e Temple and the three guardians of the Buddhist kingdom changed, shocked by the powerful resentment in the distance.
At the same time, farther away, a look of worry flashed across Li Ning's face, the figure passed by, and hurried towards Mijie Mountain.
Under the holy mountain, the miserable screams became smaller and smaller, and there were not many figures left. The golden short sword in the blood waterfall began to tremble, obviously it was the critical moment of breaking the seal.
"boom"
The next moment, the golden sword's surface erupted with its final brilliance, and it shattered immediately. At the same time, resentment surged into the sky above the sword's body, rolling the surrounding blood waterfalls to form a huge blood column that ran through the sky and the earth.
The resentful soldiers found that the blood rained down on the world, as if the heavens were also crying bitterly for the catastrophe in this world, and shed blood and tears.
In the rain of blood, the resentful soldiers gradually appeared, and the appearance of the sword changed greatly.
At the foot of Mijie Mountain, three hundred soldiers were bathed in the rain of blood, and there was no one standing around. They knew that from now on, they would be the most sinful people in the world.
Ning Chen didn't say much, let alone apologize, standing in the rain of blood, quietly waiting for the future Buddha.
After half an hour, four powerful figures came slowly, and the earth trembled with each step. These were the four most powerful Buddhas in Buddhism.
"bang bang bang bang"
The four of them gradually approached, and all the corpses that blocked the way were shaken and flew out. The Buddha clothes were not stained with blood and were extremely holy.
"You stand in the way of the three of them." Ning Chen held a blood-stained sword, glanced at the leader of the forbidden army, and said.
"Yes." The soldiers of the Imperial Guard respectfully took orders.
This is the last battle, no one knows what the outcome will be, but they have no choice.
The three Buddhist guardians at the peak of the ninth rank are the most powerful people in this world, just standing there, giving people a terrible pressure that is hard to shake.
Comparatively speaking, the abbot of Du'e Temple was rather ordinary, calm and reserved, without the aura of a warrior.
However, everyone present knew that this was just an illusion. The Buddha in the human world has proven his strength countless times.
Ning Chen stood in front of the Human Buddha, without hesitation, without any hesitation.
"Evil demons are heretics, and their sins are monstrous. Buddhas can't tolerate them, Amitabha!"
The abbot of Du'e Temple folded his hands together and uttered the Buddha's name. Immediately, his whole body was radiant with golden light, and he started the battle of killing demons.
"There is no Buddha in this world, there are only you bald donkeys with hypocrisy and righteousness. My sins will be punished by God, and it is not your bald donkeys' turn."
As soon as the words fell, the blood of the resentful soldiers in Ning Chen's hands was full of blood, and within ten miles, the blood was completely melted, covering the clouds and closing the moon, which made people feel terrified.
At this moment, the three Dharma Protectors of the Buddha Kingdom only felt that their inner breath was stagnant, and the Buddha's power was blocked, making it difficult to exert their power.
"God's Will!" The abbot of Du'e Temple sighed lightly and took half a step forward, no longer concealing the murderous intent in his eyes.
At this moment, in the distance, a cyan shadow came in a flash and fell between the two.
"I'm sorry, I'm late," Lime said apologetically.
"It's not too late, it's enough to send him to the Western Heavenly Faced Buddha." Ning Chen's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly.
"Junior Xinkou" the abbot of Du'e Temple stepped on his foot, transformed into a vajra with angry eyes, and captured the Buddha's palm.
When the silver spear swayed past, Lime took a few steps back, with a different expression.
The abbot of Du'e Temple was slow, and the power between the moves was much weaker.
Although it is still powerful, it is not the absolute suppression that was unmatched before. Ning Chen added a three-point skill, and said through a voice transmission, "Don't think too much, this blood-striped sword was once owned by a supreme powerhouse in the innate realm. However, I can't last long,
Quick battle and quick decision, in addition, the flaw of King Kong's indestructible body is located in the sandalwood" "Understood! ' Lime replied with a solemn expression.