Chapter 389 Overwhelming the Vajra Array! The Gap Between the Two Sides Is Too Big!

The boundless Buddha's light, seemingly soft and sacred, embraces all things, encompasses all things, and even saves all sentient beings.

But the brilliance carries an irresistible will.

It contains a great majesty that cannot be blasphemed or disobeyed. It seems to make the sky burst and the earth collapse, carrying absolute deterrence.

Mu Yan looked extremely small in it, as if he was being held in his hand.

"Come on!" Mu Yan slowly floated up.

He also had to do this, because there was no longer an inch of land in the place shrouded by the light of the Holy Wheel Buddha.

The broken gravel penetrated the air like rocks and stirred in the air.

Behind Mu Yan, the void tore apart and a huge vortex emerged.

A violent and terrifying aura roared out.

It's like the gates of hell are opening.

A dark spear more than three meters long slowly emerged from the whirlpool.

The whole body has a metallic texture, and every inch exudes the terrifying power of underworld.

Even if the God of Hades came in person, it would not have such an astonishing momentum.

"Spear of Hades!"

Mu Yan spoke coldly, her eyes no longer indifferent, replaced by a kind of biting extreme cold that froze the whole world.

The moment this terrifying peerless ferocious spear appeared, it caused changes in the heaven and earth, the space swayed, and the evil wind howled.

Whether it was the monks in the temple or the members of the Lan Ba ​​Sect, their expressions changed drastically when they saw this scene.

Mu Yan's temperament was like that of an immortal, but when he took action, it was such a sinister weapon, as if an immortal and a demon had joined forces to bring about a huge impact.

Even the calm Zong Hui frowned at this moment.

He had never seen such an evil weapon, but his expression became more solemn.

The holy wheel emits a louder and more solemn sound of the Buddha, which must be suppressed.

At this time, Mu Yan grasped the Spear of Hades in his hand.

At this moment, the spear of Hades flashed with black light, and the billowing aura of the underworld spread like waves, stirring the heaven and earth.

Mu Yan's long hair was flowing, and the broken hair on her forehead was flying, showing her unruly style.

But with the fierce spear in hand, he actually had a hint of madness and evil charm at this moment, and had a different temperament.

"Go!"

Mu Yan suddenly threw the Spear of Hades towards the sky.

Suddenly, the spear made a sound of howling ghosts and gods, as if mixed with countless resentments, and charged forward with all the power of the Nine Nether Underworld.

Wherever it passes, the heaven and earth shake, energy is lost, and everything withers.

The Spear of Hades brings death and decay that no material substance can withstand.

boom!

The holy wheel was hit hard by the Spear of Hades, and the originally bright and sacred light suddenly dimmed.

"Not good!" Zong Hui was shocked. He clasped his hands together, and the next moment, a supreme sutra was recited from his mouth.

The holy wheel is unparalleled, and it bursts out immeasurable Buddha light, affecting the wind and clouds in all directions.

But how could the Spear of Hades show weakness?

The power of the underworld it emits is even more majestic, and the dark light dyes the entire sky.

Looking up, he saw the sky plunge into darkness.

Taking the Spear of Hades as the starting point, it seems to be dragging a long river, with black light flickering in it, like the waves in the river rising and falling.

It seems like the river of hell appears in the human world.

After countless people saw it, they only felt panic and fear, as if their lives would be taken away by the other party at any time.

Just hear a click.

The dark light of the Spear of Hades flourished, and the surging darkness swallowed everything, charging forward with extreme penetrating power.

The Buddha's light was directly annihilated, and the holy wheel was pierced.

What?

Everyone was shocked.

I didn't expect the winner to be decided so quickly.

I originally thought it was an anxious battle between Buddha and Demon.

It seems that Mu Yan's strength far exceeds everyone's imagination.

"puff!"

Zong Hui spit out a mouthful of blood, his breath a little weak.

Seeing the abbot like this, many monks had sad looks on their faces.

"Abbott, it doesn't matter." The three leaders rushed over and supported Zong Hui.

Zong Hui's beard was now stained with blood and he looked very weak.

"I am the abbot of Daleiyin Temple, I cannot fall." Zong Hui waved his hand and straightened his back again.

At this moment, the old monk still had no intention of backing down.

The monks were moved, and they were now angry at themselves for not fighting.

Even everyone in the Lan Ba ​​Sect admired Zong Hui.

Zhao Tianchen also nodded secretly, the abbot was also strong-willed.

Unfortunately, due to different stances, there will eventually be a winner.

"The Buddhist Great Vajra Array!"

Zong Hui slowly closed his eyes and let out a loud song that shocked the world.

Even more brilliant Buddha light emitted from behind him.

At this time, Zong Hui was like the sun rising across the sky, its rays of light covering the sky and the earth.

Behind him, countless Vajra Buddha Soldiers and Ming King Dharma Protectors appeared. Although they were all phantoms, their pressure overwhelmed everything.

These phantoms almost condensed into entities, forming a terrifying array, so majestic that it covered the sky and the sun.

At first glance, it looks like soldiers and generals descending from heaven, and the scene is extremely grand.

"What is that?" Lan Ba ​​Zong and others were stunned.

They had never seen such a formation before, and they could summon a team of magic soldiers by themselves.

The martial arts of Donghuang are truly broad and profound.

On the other side, the monks also had shock in their eyes.

It was the first time for most of them to encounter this powerful magic circle.

I didn't expect it to have such a big visual impact.

Mu Yan took a deep look at Zong Hui.

At this time, this old monk is as holy as the Buddha is alive.

Only by being so proficient in Buddhism can one use such a powerful method.

Zong Hui is indeed the strongest person Mu Yan has seen in Donghuang now.

"Lord, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find the shore."

"If you withdraw your slander against this temple, I can let you go."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zong Hui slowly opened his eyes, and there was a divine light in his eyes.

At this moment, his momentum reached its peak.

No matter how strong Mu Yan was before, it seemed that he was not as strong as the opponent this time.

Zong Hui is already confident of victory.

Behind him, all the monks had the same idea.

This time, Mu Yan will be defeated!

However, Mu Yan smiled and said: "Master said it very early, but if you want to force me to use all my strength, it is not enough."

What?

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience caused a sensation.

The expressions of countless monks changed drastically.

Even if they are very good at cultivating qi and have lived in isolation for many years, they still can't hold back at this moment.

"Young man, you are too arrogant!"

"Our abbot, the number one person in Daleiyin Temple and a senior figure, how can we lose to you?"

"Do you think you can still win?"

With anger in their eyes, they scolded Mu Yan.

It's a pity that Mu Yan didn't take it seriously at all.

On the Lan Ba ​​Sect side, everyone's expressions were not too troubled.

Because they trust Mu Yan very much, and this trust comes from their souls.

"That's it, let's see the real chapter under my hands!" Thunder and lightning burst out of Zong Hui's eyes, and power surged wildly.

The countless King Kong Mingwang behind him were like a huge net, covering everything and rushing towards Mu Yan.

This golden wave is vast and unstoppable.

Compared to this, Mu Yan's figure was extremely small.

This scene is like seeing an ordinary person standing on the beach, where the sea and the sky meet, and a tsunami of 10,000 meters is sweeping over.

The scene is shocking!

No one would think that this ordinary person could survive the tsunami.

Just like no monk would think that Mu Yan could win!

Mu Yan grabbed hold of the void and the space exploded.

A long golden divine sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

It is the long-awaited Holy King Sword!

The moment he held the sword, Mu Yan's unshakable expression finally revealed a smile.

"Old man, long time no see!"

At that moment, Mu Yan's temperament changed drastically.

He raised the Holy King Sword high and swung it forward with all his strength!

Suddenly, golden ripples surged out one after another, like a thousand-foot light curtain, splitting everything apart.

The brilliant golden light rushes away and cleanses away all the evil spirits in the world.

Even more upright and awe-inspiring than the infinite Buddha's light.

Even though the Vajra Array carries incredible sanctity, it becomes eclipsed in front of this sword light.

Boom!

The sword light passed through the air, as if Pangu created the world and wanted to split the world into pieces!

Almost in an instant, tens of thousands of King Kong Mingwang exploded, shattered into pieces, turned into dots of starlight, and disappeared under the light and shadow of this sword.

This scene is undoubtedly shocking.

Fireworks seemed to explode one after another in the sky, with golden light splashing everywhere, incomparable.

Explosions, cutting sounds, and roaring sounds came and went.

Everyone's eardrums received one impact after another.

The bright light even caused them to temporarily go blind.

I don't know how long it lasted.

The entire sky suddenly became clean, and both the waves of Vajra Buddha Soldiers and the peerless sword light that divided the heaven and earth disappeared.

But the shock they caused lingered in everyone's hearts and lingered in their hearts.

Zong Hui's eyes were dull and he stared blankly at the sky.

Before the battle, he didn't understand where Mu Yan, a young man, had the confidence.

Why do you have such strong self-confidence?

But after the war, he understood.

The gap between the two sides is really too big.

Mu Yan didn't use his true skills at all.

Even the sword of heaven and earth just now was just swung by him casually.

Such strength is simply overwhelming.

Zong Hui showed a wry smile, proclaimed a Buddha's name, and finally said with great sincerity: "Almsgiver Mu, I lost."

Although this was just a sentence, it made everyone feel like they were struck by lightning.

"Failed?"

"Our abbot was defeated like this?"

Countless monks were in disbelief. They rubbed their eyes vigorously, thinking this was incredible.

"We lost, we lost." The top three leaders felt a twinge of pain in their hearts.

Even in the bloody battle seventy years ago, Zong Hui led everyone to the end and was seriously injured, but he never said a word to admit defeat.

But now, Zong Hui actually admitted defeat.

"Is the Great Leiyin Temple going to decline?" The head of Bodhidharma Hall had tears in his eyes, full of despair.

Such a seven-foot strong man had escaped into Buddhism for many years, and thought he had already seen through all the worldly past.

But now I still can't help crying in pain.

Sometimes, admitting defeat is scarier than death.

His faith was slowly crumbling.

Zhao Tianchen has been in the palace for many years, but his mood has not changed much.

As a bystander, he knew one thing.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit!

Therefore, he could not feel the pain of those monks.

Because the world he experienced was more cruel.

Mu Yan watched all this silently. In fact, he still admired Zong Hui.

However, his own strength has undergone earth-shaking changes since he experienced the catastrophe.

I'm afraid there is no one in this Eastern Wasteland that he can deal with seriously.

Maybe... there is.

Mu Yan suddenly felt an invincible loneliness.

"Master Abbot, since I have won, please allow me to thoroughly inspect your temple!"

"No one can stop me!"

His voice was irresistible and he spoke directly.

Zong Hui's shoulders trembled slightly.

The Ten Thousand Years Great Temple was searched so recklessly?

Moreover, he also needs to be known as a fellow demon?

What a disgrace.

Unfortunately, the outcome has been decided.

As the abbot, he just swallowed the pain in his mouth.

The other monks stood behind the abbot, with grief and anger on their faces.

There is nothing they can do.

Even the abbot is no match. Are they going to rush forward and fight Mu Yan to the death?

"Donor Mu, this temple is definitely not in league with evil spirits."

"I hope that after your search, Da Leiyin Temple can be cleared."

Zong Hui clasped his hands together and said sincerely.

Mu Yan nodded: "Of course."

"Seventy years! For seventy years, I finally broke through the Holy Lord and reached the legendary state of power!"

Suddenly, an unparalleled Buddhist sound came from the depths of the Great Leiyin Temple. It was extremely shocking and resounded throughout the world.

Everyone raised their heads, feeling panicked all at once.

Just like a low-level creature facing the overlord at the top of the food chain.

This is a level of suppression!

Even the sound carries a great sense of oppression.

"who?"

"who is it?"

"What level is the Great Power Realm?"

Countless people raised questions.

Only Mu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to sense something.

Zong Hui said directly: "The sound came from the Sutra Pavilion of this temple."

He was also very puzzled as to who the speaker was.

It stands to reason that the enlightened old monks of this temple have passed away long ago.

The realm of great power is like a legend in this Apocalypse Dynasty.

Thinking of this, he felt a little anxious.

"Let's go take a look." Mu Yan said calmly.

Zong Hui nodded.

They led a group of people and walked towards the Sutra Pavilion.

Soon, this building that was rumored to house countless Buddhist secrets came into view.

Everyone looked over and saw that there was no one around except a young monk wearing simple monk robes.

This little monk is extremely handsome and looks very young, about eighteen or nineteen years old.

I saw him holding an old broom and sweeping the fallen leaves under the tree.

"Where is the person who just spoke?" Zong Hui asked.

The young monk looked familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

The little monk stopped sweeping the floor and raised his head. Although his eyes were clear and pure, they were extremely deep.

"Abbott, I have been cleaning the Scripture Pavilion for so many years, how could anyone else be there?" He smiled, looking innocent.

But the way Mu Yan looked at the young monk was intriguing.

Zong Hui snorted and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Go back to the abbot, my name is Yunhai."

"This title was given to me by you yourself when I first entered the temple."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you are a little forgetful."

The little monk smiled and spoke.

Suddenly, the leader of Bodhidharma Hall was shocked: "Are you Yunhai?"

"I remembered that you entered the monastery seventy years ago."

"But, seventy years have passed, why are you still so young?"