In the Western Buddhist realm, in the endless wilderness, he got rid of the first wave of hunting and killing in Foshan to restore his demon body, with bloody magic lines on his brows and dazzling blood.
In order to improve his strength and kill Wuyutian, Ning Chen has abandoned all human emotions at all costs, and walks the world with the most ruthless side.
The failure of Cihang Bodhisattva to slay the devil is unacceptable to the entire Buddhist world. In Foshan, there is silence and no sound.
From all sides of the Buddhist realm, messengers continue to appear, looking for the monks in blue clothes walking in the Buddhist realm, and informing them of the calamity.
However, with the tens of thousands of years of tradition in the Buddhist realm, monks in blue clothes have spread all over the Buddhist realm, so how could it be possible to find them all in a short period of time.
The demon who kills the monk and proves the Tao is faster than any messenger. Many times, the messenger from Foshan just looked for the monk in Tsing Yi, only to see the body of the monk.
The calamity spread, and within a few months, the entire Buddhist world was panicking, and the mountains and rivers became a forbidden place for monks.
Ning Chen's subordinates rescued more and more ghosts, and ghosts died with resentment. More than 90% of them were women, and the cause of death was doubtful.
In a mountain and river, in front of Ning Chen, a monk in azure robe fell into a pool of blood, and at the throat, the sword marks were so neat, a sword sealed his throat, and there was no room for resistance.
Demons are ruthless, at least, for the entire God Realm, there is no emotion in knowing fate.
Not far from the battle, a ghost was crawling and shivering.
Ning Chen waved his hand, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged, submerging into the bodies of many ghosts.
More than a dozen female ghosts gradually dissipated the ghost energy around their bodies, and their hideous faces returned to their pre-death appearances. They bowed respectfully to the white-haired man in front of them, and immediately disappeared into the depths of the mountain forest and disappeared.
"Xianchang, they are so pitiful."
On Ning Chen's shoulders, Xiao Hulu looked at the disappearing female ghosts in white, showing pity on her tender little face.
"Only when ghosts are rampant, the existence of Foshan will be indispensable."
Ning Chen looked at Xumi Foshan in the distance, a cold look flashed in his eyes, he had always had a bad impression of Buddhism.
"Xianchang, let's hurry up, maybe we can save more people." The kind little gourd urged with an unbearable expression on his face.
"Um."
Ning Chen retracted his gaze and walked away.
In Mount Sumeru, Cihang Bodhisattva stands quietly on the lotus pedestal, twisting the Dharma fingers with his slender hands, and the Buddha's radiance moves around his body.
The returning Cihang Bodhisattva adjusts his breath day and night to repair the injured Buddha body.
In the void, Xilai Buddha was seated on a golden lotus.
The two giants in Foshan have hardly had any communication since Cihang Bodhisattva returned.
Everyone in Foshan knows that although Cihang Bodhisattva is only a Bodhisattva, his status is higher than that of all Buddhas, second only to Xilai Buddha, the Lord of Foshan.
In Foshan, news about the calamity kept coming, and Foshan sent many experts to arrest them, but they all ended in failure.
The power of the devil is beyond imagination. Cihang Bodhisattva did not say a word about the matter of knowing fate and transforming spirits, and Foshan suffered a lot because of it.
Foshan sent no less than ten masters of the level of gods and demons, but all of them hated in the end, and no one came back alive.
"Cihang."
Finally, after four other Buddha-level masters were damaged in Foshan, Xilai Buddha finally opened his mouth in Foshan, looked at Cihang Bodhisattva who closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and said, "Did something happen to that young man? whats the matter?"
Cihang Bodhisattva opened his eyes, bowed, and said respectfully, "I don't know how to return to my Buddha."
Xilaifo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Would you like to take another trip in person and bring this son back to Foshan."
"Report to my Buddha, that young man is living in the speed of Phoenix, and my Buddha's body has not recovered, so it is difficult to capture him for the time being." Cihang Bodhisattva replied.
Xilaifo frowned and said, "Jinpeng."
As soon as the words fell, the sky above Foshan was dazzling with golden light.
"My Buddha."
Venerable Golden-winged Dapeng respectfully saluted.
"You and Cihang go down the mountain together and bring back the devil who is a disaster to the Buddha world." Xilaifo ordered.
"Yes!"
Venerable Golden Wing Dapeng led the way.
The expression of Cihang Bodhisattva flashed, but he did not refuse again, and bowed to take orders.
In the south of the Buddhist realm, the blood of the monks in blue robes covered the mountains and rivers, and the figures with white hair in plain clothes, walking among the mountains and rivers, like the gods of death, constantly reaping the lives of the monks in blue robes.
Hundreds of thousands of monks in blue clothes fell, and countless resentful souls were able to save their lives and hide in the depths of the mountain range, avoiding the end of their souls.
Every time a monk is killed, karmic fire will appear all over Ning Chen's body, tempering the body of the devil.
Just when Ning Chen slaughtered the Buddhist monks in blue clothes, the golden light filled the Foshan Mountain, and many Buddhist masters left Foshan and rushed to the south of the Buddhist realm.
Cihang Bodhisattva came out again, and behind them, one after another, Bodhisattvas and Arhats followed, the Buddha's light shrouded and was incomparably powerful.
To the south of the Buddha Realm, Ning Chen felt the strangeness coming from the direction of Foshan, and accelerated his actions.
In ten days, in the seventy-seven mountain ranges, hundreds of monks in blue clothes died in battle, their throats were sealed with a sword, and the green mountains were stained with blood.
"The ninth thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, the ninth thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, the ninth thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, the Immortal Chief, there is one more."
On Ning Chen's shoulder, Xiao Hulu stretched out a small white and tender hand, counted it carefully, and raised her head to remind.
"So soon?"
The fire of karma was burning all over Ning Chen's body, and it had not been extinguished for several months.
"Well, I counted it several times."
Xiao Hulu nodded with certainty and responded.
Ning Chen nodded and looked at the rapidly approaching Foyun in the distance, his expression slightly condensed.
This Buddha cloud has been chasing him for several days, and I am afraid it will catch up soon.
Unexpectedly, there are also masters with such amazing speed in Foshan.
There is still one person left, and the success is imminent, and he cannot fall short.
Ning Chen flipped his left hand, the Book of Fortune manifested out of thin air, and tried his best to find the nearest monk in blue.
In the ten volumes of the Book of Heaven, the volume of Ming is showing its power and peeping into the secrets of heaven.
After searching for a moment, Ning Chen waved his hand to put away the book of heaven, his figure flashed past, and he headed north.
In the distance, in the sky, Jinpeng spread its wings and flew at a high speed.
On the Golden Winged Dapeng, many Bodhisattvas and Arhats stand quietly, the Buddha's light pervades, helping Jinpeng to chase the devil.
Half a day later, on a beautiful mountain and river, the golden-winged Dapeng flew over, and a Buddhist powerhouse descended from the sky and stood above the void.
On the top of the mountain, a figure with white hair in plain clothes turned his back to the Buddhas, and in front, a crack appeared on the throat of a monk in blue, and blood spurted out.
The 10,000th monk in blue who had accomplished the Dharma, fell under the gaze of numerous Buddhas and Arhats in Buddhism, with unwillingness and fear in their eyes.
The monk in Tsing Yi died in battle, and Ning Chen was surrounded by endless karmic fire, which was extremely powerful and shocking the world.
Karma burns his body, kills monks and turns demons, and in Ning Chen's body, chaotic demonic energy surges wildly.
The next moment, on the top of the mountain, a violent and incomparably violent demonic power erupted, dark and heavy, as if the eternal night was coming again, and the dawn was gone.
After slaughtering all Buddhas, the devil's way is complete, and after endless years, the body of the immortal Buddha reappears in the world.
"Everyone, it's been a long wait." In the violent black air current, Ning Chen turned around, looked at the people in front of him with cold eyes, and said calmly.