Chapter 1401 Bodhisattva Lowers His Eyebrows

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures was not loud, but it fell in everyone's ears as if it was being chanted in everyone's ears. Everyone present heard it very clearly, and could even feel the compassion and compassion in the Buddhist scriptures. Most of the warriors present were moved, and some even began to cry uncontrollably.

"Bodhisattva's low eyebrows," Ling Feng's eyes sparkled at this moment, and then reminded him: "This is the combination of the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Zen Sect and the Dayan Sanskrit sound. It is very powerful, and people with weak minds will not be able to do it at all. It’s impossible to resist, so you must keep your mind and don’t let it affect your mind.”

"I heard that the Dayan Sanskrit Sound is an immortal technique created by Buddha, but I didn't expect that someone could actually perform it? Isn't that Zhang Yan going to be in danger?" Yun Feiyang said with some surprise and worry.

Ling Feng heard the words and said with a smile: "That's not necessarily true. Although Dayan Sanskrit Sound is powerful, Zhang Yan is not the kind of warrior who is weak-minded. What's more, it's not certain how much he can use Dayan Sanskrit Sound. Immortal magic It's not that easy to perform. It's a technique that only the Immortal Emperor can perform. Even the Martial Emperor may not be able to withstand this kind of consumption. As long as Zhang Yan can hold on for a while, the Dayan Sanskrit Sound will disappear. "

"The problem now is that we don't know how long this old monk can use Dayan Sanskrit. Moreover, with his Bodhisattva's low eyebrows, it is really a question whether Zhang Yan can withstand it," Yun Feiyang said with some worry.

Ling Feng sneered and said, "It's okay. At worst, we can just take action. I want to see what the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Zen Sect are all about."

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and walked towards Zhang Yan. With every step he took, the aura on his body became stronger. The sound of Dayan Sanskrit became clearer and louder, as if tens of thousands of monks were speaking. It was like chanting sutras together, which made people feel uneasy. Some people even sobbed softly because of it. Some people watching from a distance felt that Zhang Yan was too evil and had too much murderous spirit. Their eyes looking at Zhang Yan were full of murder. meaning.

Some people even stood up directly, thinking that Zhang Yan was a demon who harmed the world. They wanted to eliminate evil for the world and destroy Zhang Yan, the god of murder who kills without blinking an eye.

The old monk walked towards Zhang Yan step by step, and more and more people stood on the old monk's side. Everyone began to accuse Zhang Yan, and some even took action in advance, but before they could attack. Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan's sword energy had already killed these people on the spot.

Zhang Yan snorted coldly, looked at the old monk in front of him with disdain, and said mockingly: "Is this the Bodhisattva's low eyebrow of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Zen Sect? Is this the Dayan Sanskrit sound that you claim to save all sentient beings? I think this is clearly brainwashing. You are using your soul power to confuse and hypnotize those who are ignorant, so that those who are not strong-willed will be deceived by your Dayan Sanskrit sounds and used for your own benefit. How can you call this compassion?"

The old monk was also shocked. Seeing Zhang Yan so calm and composed, not affected by his Dayan Sanskrit at all, this shocked him. Originally, he thought that Zhang Yan was not crying and kneeling like the warriors he had dealt with before. Repenting on the ground, or even committing suicide directly, Zhang Yan should be affected anyway. He would feel guilty for killing someone, his will would be unclear, and he would admit his mistake in public.

But he really underestimated Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan was not affected by Dayan Sanskrit at all. This shocked the old monk. However, the old monk seemed neither sad nor happy, and continued to recite Dayan. Sanskrit sounds, and continued to walk towards Zhang Yan, with the Buddha's light shining all over his body, as if the real Buddha was coming in person, making people feel pious and want to kneel down and worship.

However, just when many people were about to kneel down, Zhang Yan moved. Zhang Yan did not want to waste time with him. His Dayan Sanskrit music had no effect at all on Zhang Yan who was protected by the soul-suppressing monument. Zhang Yan He slashed at the old monk with his sword without hesitation.

The old monk was unmoved at all, and still walked towards Zhang Yan unhurriedly, still reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, as if he had not seen the powerful sword energy of Zhang Yan's sword at all.

Zhang Yan's sword energy directly struck the old monk's body, but he found that it was blocked by the golden light released from the old monk's body. Even Zhang Yan's sword energy could not be shaken by the golden light protection, which shocked Zhang Yan. , I didn’t expect Bodhisattva’s low eyebrows to have such strong defensive power, and even Haotian’s sword technique couldn’t kill him.

Zhang Yan snorted coldly and said, "It's just a small skill. I really want to see if there is anything that my Moon-Zhancing Sword can kill continuously."

As soon as Zhang Yan's words fell, his whole person disappeared instantly. Then a red light flashed. Zhang Yan had already arrived in front of the old monk. He raised his hand and struck straight at the old monk with his sword. The old monk still had both hands. He put his hands together, neither sad nor happy, and chanted the Dayan Sanskrit sound in his mouth, but the golden light on his body was more intense, stinging the eyes of those around him.

However, everything became calm the next moment, the Buddhist scriptures completely disappeared, and the golden light on the old monk's body also disappeared. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Zhang Yan and murmured to himself. He said: "How is it possible?"

Zhang Yan swung the sword in his hand, and all the blood on the sword fell to the ground. He stood up with the sword put away and said with a disdainful sneer: "This time I will send you to see your Buddha."

Everyone only saw the distinguished old monk of the Wanfo Zen Sect fall to the ground without a sound. Finally, his body caught fire for no reason. The fire became bigger and bigger. Finally, the whole body turned into ashes, leaving only a piece of Buddha bone relic. Zhang Yan reached out and picked it up. After taking a look, he put it in his ring.

At this time, the monks around Jian Wuhen were extremely sad. They shouted loudly and rushed towards Zhang Yan, wanting to avenge the old monk and take back the Buddha bone relic.

Jian Wuhen was shocked by Zhang Yan's strength. He didn't expect him to be so powerful. Even Nagarjuna Bodhisattva, who was second only to the master of Wanfo Zen Sect in Buddhism, died under Zhang Yan's sword. This made Jian Wuhen extremely jealous and wished that Zhang Yan would die earlier. Seeing the people of Wanfo Zen Sect were angry and wanted to cut Zhang Yan into pieces, Jian Wuhen smiled.

Originally, he didn't know whether Wanfo Zen Sect would help with all its strength, and he was afraid that these people would not help. Now it seems that he was worrying too much. He didn't need to give any orders at all. These people were already fighting with Zhang Yan.

Jian Wuhen looked at Zhang Yan who was about to be besieged with great pride, and shouted loudly: "You are qualified to challenge us with just one person? It's really ridiculous to try to shake a tree with an ant. "

"Who said he was alone?" Just as Jian Wuhen's voice fell, a voice suddenly shouted like thunder.