Chapter 161 The Body of a Magic Weapon, Atuojia Rouzhong Bodhisattva!

"When Dade Temple came here this time, the only one who came was you, the Zombified God. Could it be that you were trying to trick me into killing Hemen without anyone?"

Old Man Minghe looked down at Zen Master Qingyin below, his face full of disdain.

Hetou was watching from the side, examining Zen Master Qingyin with the same strange smile.

"Amitabha!

It is our duty at Dade Temple to kill demons and eliminate demons and protect the peace of all people in the world. The benefactor of Minghe escaped by chance at first. Does he have the confidence to face Dade Temple now? "

Qingyin also spoke sharply and was not willing to be outdone.

Even though he is now alone, he still seems to be full of confidence.

"Hahahaha! Old guy! He exposed your shorts. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it!"

Hearing Qingyin's words, Hetou couldn't help but laugh.

However, the old man Minghe did not show any anger because of this. On the contrary, he was very calm and looked as usual.

"A good slayer of demons."

Old Minghe smiled coldly and looked up at the huge golden bell suspended above Minghe Gate.

The golden bell formed by countless golden arms intertwined together.

He glanced at Zen Master Qingyin again. Golden blood was still flowing out from behind him, and there was a huge wound on his back that had not healed.

"Whether humans, gods, demons, or creatures in this world are demons or demons is not decided by Daitoku Temple.

If you want to put it this way, isn’t even the Buddha you believe in a demon?

Since we are slaying demons, why not get rid of your own demonic thoughts first? hehe! "

"Hahahaha! Old bald donkey, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it!"

Hetou saw the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, so he immediately said to Qingyin with a smile.

"The donor does not need to argue, justice is in the heart of the people. Today I, Dade Temple, come here to kill the devil, not to argue."

Qingyin also didn't show any anger at Old Man Minghe's words.

"In that case, let's take a look at your methods."

Old Man Minghe snorted coldly.

He didn't see any movement. At this moment, there was another huge noise from below the Minghe Sect. It was obviously the four disciples holding the Minghe Sect taking action.

Seeing that the old guy and the people from Dade Temple were about to take action, Yang Yu immediately stopped hesitating and turned into a black shadow and rushed straight into Jingtian Pavilion.

He was afraid that if he was one step later, he would inevitably be affected. He didn't want to die in the aftermath of the fight between these two guys.

And just as Yang Yu hid in Jingtian Pavilion, several figures rushed into Jingtian Pavilion.

The second senior brother Fu Ming, the fifth senior brother Ji Bu, and the sixth senior brother Jin Tong left the coffin.

It seems that these guys are not stupid, unlike the two lunatics Ye Jin and You Hong'er, who are still suppressed by Qingyin, and their physical bodies have been in a cycle of collapse.

However, the fact that they came in together made Yang Yu feel relieved. It seemed that Jingtian Pavilion was indeed the safest place in the entire Minghemen.

However, Wen Yin and Zhou Quan were still nowhere to be seen, and they didn't know where they had gone.

After several people entered Jingtian Pavilion one after another, no one spoke, and they all looked outside.

The old man Minghe and Qingyin of Dade Temple have a disagreement, and a big war is bound to follow.

The Ming Hemen was shaking violently, and its position also fell downwards from mid-air, and did not stop until it was in front of the giant.

For the giant holding the Minghemen, it was as simple as lifting it from the top of his head to his body, as if he was holding not the entire Minghemen, but just a plate.

The majestic mountain-like body blocks out the sky and the sun, and the undulating muscle lines outline a powerful force. It is embedded with countless rocks, just like an ancient god.

The next moment, a huge palm fell from above. Just moving could cause strong winds, and it grabbed Qingyin who was standing in the Minghe Gate.

At this moment, it was as if the sky suddenly turned dark.

The giant hand suddenly passed through the barrier formed by the Sanskrit text and quickly came to Qingyin's head.

The strong wind blew Qing Yin's cassocks flying, and the cassocks rattled.

But Qingyin raised his head and looked at the huge palm, his expression did not change, he did not even hide, and he gently turned the beads in his hand.

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddha's name, golden Sanskrit characters appeared above Qingyin's head in an instant, as if forming a barrier wall.

The giant palm touched countless Sanskrit words, and there was a deafening sound, but the giant palm was stopped firmly without touching Qingyin at all.

Even the powerful impact caused by the brazenness seemed to be absorbed by those Sanskrit words.

"The body of a magical weapon is a sideshow!"

Qingyin said a word, and Sanskrit characters all over the sky suddenly appeared on the giant palm, turning into countless golden creatures like insects, all of which burrowed into the flesh and blood of the giant palm.

In just an instant, a large amount of Sanskrit text penetrated into the giant hand. In less than two breaths, the giant hand began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First, a large amount of soil and gravel fell from the flesh and blood. The color of the flesh and blood was also rapidly changing to gold, all of which turned into golden pus, causing large areas of ulceration.

This originally looked like a sacred color, but it gave off a pungent stench that instantly filled the entire Minghemen.

The pus seemed to turn into countless raindrops, pouring down.

But when it was about to fall on Minghe Old Man and Qingyin, an invisible force seemed to bounce it away, and the two of them were not affected at all.

The giant holding up the Minghe Gate howled suddenly. He had felt the pain from his body, but he had no way to stop the rapid decay of his body. For a moment, the entire Minghe Gate was shaking violently.

Hiding in the Jingtian Pavilion, Yang An was shocked to see this scene with his own eyes, but at the same time he seemed to have guessed something.

Could it be that the body of the magic weapon mentioned by the old monk was referring to the fourth senior brother?

The fourth senior brother was not a flesh and blood creature, but a magic weapon? !

Even after being attacked by the old monk, his body and limbs began to decay, and he did not seem to have an immortal body.

Even all the attacks of the fourth senior brother before were pure power, and he did not sense any fluctuations in the breath of magic and magic power from them.

It seems that the fourth senior brother has no way to deal with this old monk, and the old guy still has to take action.

Thinking in his heart, Yang An glanced at the other people in the Jingtian Pavilion.

Several people were also watching the battle with one heart, and there was nothing unusual.

But Yang An still felt alert and didn't want to get too close to them, so he subconsciously distanced himself from them.

Inside the Minghe Gate, the giant holding up the entire Minghe Gate began to go crazy. Countless chains formed by flesh and blood connected huge stone tablets, all of which came towards Qingyin with great momentum.

But at this moment, the huge golden bell that had been floating above the Minghe Gate suddenly rang a bell that resounded throughout the world.

In an instant, the sound was like thunder, and countless golden Sanskrit appeared on the giant's body, appearing in every part of his body, densely packed, as if controlling it, and all movements stopped in an instant.

The stone tablets connected by countless flesh and blood chains all stopped in mid-air in an instant, unable to fall any further.

The giant seemed to be frozen, and could no longer make any movement.

Qingyin made light of the heavy weight, without any ripples on his face, and froze the mountain giant with a light touch, and then turned to look at the old man Minghe who was still in mid-air.

The next second, he remained calm, but the Sanskrit words in the sky were like the starry sky, and seemed to turn into golden meteors, all attacking the old man Minghe.

The old man Minghe also did not make any moves, but the crane head on his shoulder smiled coldly.

Suddenly, a sharp crane cry suddenly came out of the crane head's mouth, as if it could directly pierce the eardrum of a person and turn into a thunderous sound.

Those Sanskrit words were shattered before they approached the old man Minghe by a hundred feet, and turned into countless light points and dissipated.

For a moment, the whole Minghe Gate seemed to explode with fireworks all over the sky, which was quite beautiful.

"If you don't show your true ability, you will die!

Of course, even if you show it, you will die! Hahaha!"

The crane head laughed wantonly, not taking Qingyin seriously at all.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, Qingyin immediately put his hands together, and a burst of obscure Sanskrit sound came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, the stone tablet that had suppressed all the other monks of Dade Temple and was buried deep underground began to tremble violently.

In a moment, countless blood and flesh overflowed from the ground, all toward the huge golden bell above, quickly merged into the golden bell, and became one with the golden bell.

The huge golden bell, which was originally formed by countless golden arms, slowly flapped its layers of arms like a fan, and the color changed dramatically in an instant, from gold to red.

At this moment, Qingyin's body was also quickly transformed into countless Sanskrit characters, flew into the air in the blink of an eye, and merged with the flesh and blood golden bell.

The golden bell suddenly fell down!

In an instant, a golden and red light burst out from the golden bell, and the entire Minghe Gate sank.

The light was fleeting, but when the light dissipated, a flesh and blood Dharma body several dozen feet tall had already taken shape.

It was a huge flesh Bodhisattva sitting on a lotus platform, with a compassionate look on his face and his eyes slightly closed!

The countless golden arms had already shrunk into the body of the flesh-body Bodhisattva, and instead, every part of the flesh-body Bodhisattva's body was covered with golden scales, like fish scales.

The remaining golden arms intertwined behind the flesh-body Bodhisattva to form a huge golden round wheel, which slowly turned.

When the golden round wheel turned, every scale on the flesh-body Bodhisattva's body was also rising and falling, like breathing.

"Atuojiashe, Atuojia flesh-body Bodhisattva!"

"Atuonan, the one who looks like a demon, the wisdom is like all Buddhas, all the slaves and monks are subdued, all Tuva, Bima, Bima, slaves and monks, and the mantras are subdued, and they wish to practice the mantras of the Vajra..."

An obscure Sanskrit sound rang out from the invisible, and in an instant, it sounded like a demon sound in everyone's ears.

The Sanskrit sound was like thunder, and the eight sounds were wonderful.

Just seeing the huge flesh-body Bodhisattva and hearing this Sanskrit sound.

In Jingtian Pavilion, Yang An suddenly felt an inexplicable murderous intent in his heart, and he couldn't suppress it at all. He suddenly looked at the other people in Jingtian Pavilion.

I really want to kill them!

I really want to kill them!!