Chapter 556 557. Tang Chen Converts to Buddhism!

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The golden Buddha light is dazzling.

The Vajra Prajna Palm is indeed Fahai's proud skill, and the Buddhist purification power contained in it is extremely strong. Even if Yang Ming slaps the King of Slaughter to death with a slap, the world will still linger for a long time, as if there are bursts of Buddhist recitations, purifying people's hearts , Illuminating all living beings.

The killing capital ushered in unprecedented changes.

Those murderers who were lucky enough to survive the aftermath of the battle between Yang Ming and the Slaughter King were bathed in the golden Buddha light one by one, their ferocious expressions faded one by one, their eyes were filled with memories, and all kinds of past events kept flashing in their minds. The crimes he committed, wept like a baby, and knelt down on the ground to atone for the crimes he had committed.

The Buddha said: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.

Seeing the world through the eyes of reincarnation, Yang Ming was surprised to find that the negative emotions and murderous atmosphere that once filled the world had melted away one by one like ice and snow under the warm spring sun.

The originally gloomy and oppressive Slaughter City has a completely new atmosphere.

"This……"

Yang Ming's heart moved secretly, and he was quite surprised by this.

In Ten Thousand Realms, Buddhism can be said to be a giant existence, and they can be seen in many worlds. It is not surprising that they have such a domineering ability.

At this moment, a strange movement suddenly came from under the ruins buried by the Slaughter King.

"Tap, tap..."

The rubble and rubble rolled down, and at the top of the ruins, a wide palm broke through the ground.

A smear of red light wanted to be unearthed, but perhaps because of the heavy injury and the strong Buddhist aura left by the Vajra Prajna Palm, the smear of red light was suppressed back.

"what?"

A sound of surprise came from under the ruins.

The outstretched palm pressed hard, and the whole person stood out from the ruins.

Seeing this man, Yang Ming's eyes froze and his face became solemn.

His eyes are black, extremely deep black, and his face seems to have changed a lot. Although he still looks like a middle-aged man, he has become much more handsome, and all the evils are suppressed by his righteousness. Instead, the black hair at the back of his head was windless and automatic, standing there, no longer had the vain figure of the previous Slaughter King, and he was as calm as a mountain.

From the claw shape back to the wide palm, the red light rushing out was extremely suppressed by the Buddhist breath, and could only be turned into a thin film sticking to the palm.

But Yang Ming didn't dare to underestimate the man in front of him.

Even if the armor on his chest was broken, he left a heavy palm print, and his sternum was sunken inward, looking fatally wounded.

However, at this moment, the aura emanating from the middle-aged man in front of him didn't look like he was dying. On the contrary, it was so powerful that it was indescribable. This kind of aura of supremacy in heaven and earth, Yang Ming was only in Tang Hao's hands. I felt it the moment I broke through Peerless Douluo.

The next moment, a red phantom full of infinite murderous intent flashed behind him, and the red light in his palm suddenly condensed into the shape of a hammer. An extremely huge red hammer, shining with countless magnificent magic patterns, was weird. , after the giant hammer appeared, it changed rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the body of the hammer seemed to melt, and transformed into a blood-colored giant sword with a length of more than two meters.

"Patriarch of the Haotian School, Tang Chen?"

Yang Ming said solemnly.

"Oh?"

Hearing Yang Ming's question, Tang Chen recovered from the aftertaste of regaining control of his body.

He looked at Yang Ming, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he said to himself, what a handsome young man.

His eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are like morning light, his complexion is resolute, combined with his invincible record since his debut, he has created an invincible belief, his waist is straight, like a cold front sword drawn from its sheath, even if it is just a glance , will be attracted by his temperament.

Especially the mysterious sword in Yang Ming's hand shocked Tang Chen even more!

This kind of breath, this kind of temperament, can only be peeped in the legendary artifact.

However, the weapon in front of him, which looks like a sword but not a sword, or a sword but not a sword, is definitely not among the divine weapons that Tang Chen has ever seen or heard. Judging from the gap between the mysterious sword and the divine weapon, it is obvious that Come to a shocking conclusion, this is actually a sword that evolves towards a divine weapon!

A mere mortal, a martial soul can actually evolve into a divine weapon!

How could this not shock an old man like Tang Chen?

You know, even he himself has worked hard to pass the test. Even just now, if it wasn't for the deadly palm of Yang Ming's Prajna Vajra Palm, which would have killed the blood-red nine-headed bat king residing in his body with one blow, he would have died in life and death. On the verge of death, he achieved the body of a demigod and gained god-level power, and his weapon, the Clear Sky Hammer, would not be transformed into what it is today.

A peerless genius who is rare in ten thousand years!

Another talent who has the grace of liberation for himself!

Tang Chen's gaze towards Yang Ming became extremely gentle. If he hadn't been too old and didn't want to accept an apprentice, he really wanted to take this young man in front of him as his disciple.

"Young man, do you know me?"

Tang Chen's voice has changed a lot compared to before, it is no longer sharp and strange, it has become old and thick, not like the voice of a middle-aged man at all, but more like a majestic elder.

Yang Ming doesn't mind giving great respect to strong men, especially such strong men without any malice. He clasped his fists together and said:

"My servant, Yang Ming, the father of my friend Tang San is Tang Hao, and he was lucky enough to see the senior's picture scroll."

Yang Ming lied a little here.

"Hao'er...So you are his son's friend...So many years have passed in a flash..."

Tang Chen's eyes were full of vicissitudes, and he had the illusion of seeing all the changes in the world.

No, this is not Yang Ming's illusion.

Because the next moment, Yang Ming saw that Tang Chen raised the blood-colored giant sword in his hand, and cut off all his black hair.

"Because the three living fruits are unknown, the prosperous floating shadows are ashamed to become poetry. Falling into the world of mortal dreams for no reason, causing three thousand troubles."

"In the past, relatives, friends, lovers, enemies, and obsessions were all nothing but loess. From now on, I will take refuge in Buddhism, and the Buddha's name is Wujing."

Tang Chen retracted his martial spirit, clasped his hands together, and chanted in a low voice.

The golden Buddha's light permeated the sky, and at this moment, it poured into Tang Chen's body continuously.

Yang Ming looked confused.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

This is what God unfolds!

What the hell did I just do?

No matter how lying Yang Ming was, he saw a round of Buddha's light rising from behind Tang Chen. There was a faint image of Buddha with a peaceful face. The fatal wound Yang Ming left on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.