After the tragic death, a little bit of true spirit remained silent, and was included in the reincarnation of the Hongmeng world by Yin Xuege.
In the Hongmeng world, there is a huge planet with flowers falling from the sky, Buddha light lingering in the sky, and low Sanskrit singing falling from the sky. The entire planet is the territory of Buddhism, and all the people on it are devout believers of Buddhism. When they see the vision in the sky, they know that the great power of Buddhism has reincarnated and reincarnated. Countless Buddhist cultivators and believers knelt down one after another. Worship devoutly on the ground.
On this planet, in a powerful empire, a prince was born. Just after he was born, there was a strange fragrance all over his body, red light rolled all over the ground, and purple air slowly fell from the sky. A dragon and a tiger came on the clouds. The dragon landed on the roof and looked up to the sky and roared. The tiger sat cross-legged in front of the door and roared softly.
Under Yin Xuege's instructions, one hundred and eight powerful monks from the Buddhist sect came with countless disciples and took the prince, who was full of sorrow, into the Buddhist sect.
But in the Holy Spirit Realm, there was blood raining all over the sky, and countless Buddhist monks felt an unprovoked sharp pain in their hearts, as if they had suddenly lost something. Those Buddhist cultivators who cultivated the magical power of the Buddhist golden body, and whose golden body was extremely powerful and tempered for thousands of times, went blank for a while. Their understanding of their own golden body suddenly dropped to a large level.
Many Buddhist Buddhas actually fell from the Buddha realm to the Bodhisattva realm because of the decline of their golden body.
Countless Buddhist cultivators looked at each other in shock, not knowing what exactly happened.
In the endless void, the Bodhi Buddha and the King of Sorrow and Joy stared blankly at the miserable Buddha who was out of his mind. Since they became the leaders of Buddhism, they have witnessed the fall of countless Hongmeng powers. Some people were killed by them with their own hands, and some people were just spectators, watching helplessly as they were destroyed in the catastrophe.
But since the six of them formed a stable small group, they never thought that the six of them would one day fall.
Regardless of their magical powers, they have reached the pinnacle of the Holy Spirit Realm. They have stepped into the treasure wheel of heaven. However, without a chance, they can combine their bodies with the Tao and become truly immortal and immortal.
But today, the miserable Buddha died in front of them, and his soul was scattered, and not even his true spirit escaped.
"Old friend!" Bodhi Buddha and King Sadness and Joy looked solemn, knelt down on the ground with their hands clasped together, and worshiped the place where the Sadness Buddha fell. The Kongmiao Taoist standing next to them looked sad and happy, his body swaying slightly, but he did not take the opportunity to attack the two enemies.
Not only that, Daozu Kongmiao also cautiously stepped back a long way. The Assassins Bodhi Buddha and the King of Sadness and Joy are two heavenly thunderbolts that may explode at any time. If anyone dares to touch a hair of theirs at this time, the Buddha will be furious, which is not easy to bear.
Don't think that Daozu Kongmiao can escape with the cooperation of six people, or even withstand the formation set up by the six of them without dying. That was because the Six Buddhas were not willing to waste too much energy on Kongmiao Daozu, and they were unwilling to be killed by the desperate Kongmiao Daozu who counterattacked and caused his own casualties.
The Six Buddhas' plan was to use water to refine Daozu Kongmiao safely and without any risk, so they used a large formation to trap Daozu Kongmiao. But if Daozu Kongmiao dares to take action at this time, once he angers the Bodhi Buddha and the King of Sorrow and Joy, it is absolutely impossible for Daozu Kongmiao to escape intact based on Buddhism's consistent temper and methods.
In the great formation of the Nine-curved River Styx, Buddha Du'e, who was trapped in the endless sense of annihilation, suddenly opened his eyes. He sighed in a low voice, and the Buddha's light slowly spread out in circles behind his head. The aura on his body suddenly underwent some kind of wonderful transformation, just like the cicada that was originally singing in the wind on the treetops, suddenly curled up in the Deep underground, all the energy and energy have been gathered.
"Nirvana?" Youquan also opened her eyes, and she said lightly: "Old monk, your luck is really not bad. Now you have an epiphany? But you are the enemy, so Youquan can't give up. .”
With a flick of his snow-white and tender fingers, the solidified Nine-curved River Styx formation suddenly collapsed, turning from a lifeless river into a mighty and raging black dragon. The completely opposite artistic conception of heaven immediately affected the state of mind of Buddha Du'e. The light in his eyes was confused, the aura in his body suddenly became mixed, and a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out.
The River Styx condensed again, then collapsed again. The Youquan continued to transform the breath of the Styx, and gradually black ice, sky thunder, yin demons, ghost fires, and various heavenly artistic conceptions were integrated into the Styx. Waves of laws of heaven impacted the mind of Buddha Du'e, making his face become more and more ugly, and he vomited more and more blood.
From the Xiantian Xuanyin bottle, countless heavenly soldiers and generals came out. Countless heavenly and earthly nets were set up by these heavenly soldiers and generals, the void was imprisoned, and the chaos was compressed. The body of the Buddha was trembling, and the trillions of thoughts in his mind were also imprisoned by the heavenly nets, making him unable to move.
A purple thunder tower with a height of thirty-three layers slowly appeared above the head of the Buddha. On each floor of the thunder tower, there were tens of thousands of peak golden immortals sitting there under the leadership of three Taoists who majored in the Thunder Avenue. Along with the long spell, the layers of thunder towers kept lighting up, and the terrifying power of thunder was brewing in the thunder towers.
Before the Buddha of Du'e could get rid of the suppression of his mind by the dragnet, a wild thunder dragon that was thousands of miles long struck from his head.
On a normal day, any thunder attack would be able to be wiped out by the Buddha with just a thought. But now that his mind was being compressed by the heaven and earth net, and he was facing Youquan's strange heavenly attack, he had no time to deal with the lightning that fell on his head.
The terrifying thunder dragon hit the head of Buddha Du'e. Buddha Du'e was already almost indestructible, but his golden body's defense power still had a limit. The lightning shattered his skin, invaded his body, and turned into countless sharp knives of lightning that bit and destroyed his body wantonly.
Buddha Due let out a low cry in pain, but soon he was unable to even cry out. The dragnet formation composed of trillions of heavenly soldiers and generals is no longer a terror that human beings can withstand. Perhaps, only the true controller of heaven can resist this level of suppression by the formation, but it is obvious that the current Buddha is not able to do this.
Daozu Kongmiao's face became increasingly weird. He stared blankly at the large sky and earth net formation under the control of Youquan, and at the thirty-third-layer Sky Thunder Tower that was obviously condensed with supreme magic power.
"How did they do it?" Daozu Kongmiao murmured to himself: "Even our disciples, even if they are bound by sect rules and precepts, they can't act in such a disciplined manner like the army in the secular world. .”
"Trillions of immortals are integrated into one body, and the techniques they practice all come from the same lineage. Even the fluctuations in the mana they practice are not different. How do they do this? Use immortals to form such a huge army. ,this… "
Daozu Kongmiao was also confused. The existence of these heavenly soldiers and generals completely overturned some of his common sense.
Every major sect and family in the Holy Spirit Realm has an armed force similar to a private army; within a sect, this armed force may be called a law enforcement team, and among big families, this armed force may be called a law enforcement team. Just call it 'a certain army'!
But what a cultivator values is to be unrestrained and carefree. Even if it is a law enforcement team or a private army, their members usually close the door and focus on their own practice, and occasionally conduct some small-scale war drills. This is very important. Elite. Moreover, whether it is a law enforcement team or a private army, everyone has different spiritual endowments, everyone practices different techniques, and in the end, the magical powers and secrets that everyone develops are naturally different.
But these heavenly soldiers and generals behave like one person, and their mana fluctuations also come from the same lineage. It is obvious that they all practice the same technique, and there is no difference in the mana fluctuations they produce.
Such an army composed of immortals... Even the sect established by the Six Buddhas and Six Paths cannot have such terrifying power.
Even if he is a soul master, he does not have the ability to create such a terrifying army.
Kongmiao Taoist Ancestor was completely confused. He looked at Yin Xuuge in confusion. How could this 'fellow Taoist' who he once treated as a pawn, his fate and encounters, even he couldn't understand
There is an extremely terrifying and mysterious power in Yin Xuege. This power actually resists the innate magical power of Daozu Kongmiao. With his innate divine power to control time and space, he is actually unable to sense any possibility in Yin Xuege. future, let alone his past.
"It shouldn't be!" Daozu Kongmiao sighed in confusion.
In the Netherworld Demon Array, Zen Master Jing Nian and Shi Nan Buddha did not even have time to roar or be sad. Luo Hu used a large formation to gather the power of hundreds of millions of demon gods to fuel himself, and actually forcibly raised his power to the same level as the two great Buddhas.
Holding an innate spiritual treasure 'Lexiue Slaying Divine Sword' that is full of ghosts and evil spirits, and above his head is an innate treasure 'The True Demon Map of the Netherworld' which is all-encompassing and composed of numerous demonic illusions. Luohu's Jie Jie With a strange smile, he led hundreds of millions of subordinates and beat the two Buddhas until they were gasping for breath. In just a quarter of an hour, the two Buddhas had taken several elixirs to replenish their magic power.
"Why bother struggling? For you old monks, death is liberation!" Luo Hu slashed hard, hitting the two Buddhas with golden light all over their bodies, and laughed sharply: "It's good to be freed, it's wonderful to be freed, it's free." No worries. You have been a monk in your life and have never touched a woman, right? Hurry up and reincarnate, I will help you choose a good family to reincarnate in. In your next life, you will be a dandy, flirt with the little maids, and steal a few common girls. How happy will it be? "
These unorthodox words were spoken by Rahu using his supreme magic power. The strange shouts shook the two Buddhas back and forth, and their hearts were disturbed.
Yin Xuege looked at Taoist Kongmiao: "Fellow Taoist, the kindness of the past has been repaid. But, how much more do you need me to do for you, Taoist friend?"
Pointing to the Bodhi Buddha and the King of Sadness and Joy, Yin Xuege sneered: "How about we join forces and take care of them all?"
I woke up early in the morning and haven’t eaten yet. Let’s finish one chapter first. I was taken to a meeting in the afternoon and had to go to the city again. If everything goes well, we will be able to finish the meeting and go home around four o'clock. It happened to be the rush hour after get off work, and I was stuck in traffic for forty minutes. It was around six o'clock and almost seven o'clock, and I should be able to get home. Crying and trying to write another chapter update after dinner!
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