Chapter 953: The Ultimate Goal of Huifa, Resentment of Buddha, Power of Immortal Blood
Ghost Cry Ridge's Strongest Wraith Appears!
Headed by Hui Fa and Sword King, the Immortal Talents immediately launched an attack on him, and all kinds of powerful immortal arts and mysteries continued to blast out.
The wraith roared and roared, and kept waving its limbs, setting off an extremely violent storm. A random slap had a power comparable to that of a heavenly master, causing a series of injuries to all the Tianjiao immortals.
"Bao Dao Jue, dominate the world!" The sword king gave a long cry, and saw the knife behind him suddenly come out of its sheath with a clang.
There was a gloomy light on the black blade, and with a single slash, a huge and domineering shadow fell from the sky! !
With a bang, the void in this fairy world almost burst open.
The huge knife power made most of Guikuling tremble crazily.
"Amitabha!"
A Buddha's horn suddenly sounded.
I saw the little holy monk Huifa sitting in the void, with a lot of Buddha's light circulating around him, setting off his incomparable holiness and peace.
"Big Brahma Palm!"
With a soft drink, he slowly raised his palm.
Immediately, a huge hand of Buddha's radiance protruded from the clouds, and with the power to shake the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, it blasted towards the wraith.
Some other immortal giants also made moves one after another.
"Bone Erosion Poison Fire!"
Vulcan Xiao let out a soft shout, and a large amount of black flames spewed out from his body, turning into huge fireballs and smashing out like meteors.
"Dragon Chanting Sword Art, Tenglong!"
The immortal seed of the Dragon Sword Sect spurred the sword light.
Immediately, streaks of sword energy intertwined into dragon shadows roared out.
Several waves of tyrannical energy, even comparable to that of a virtual fairy, hit the wraith's body, and there were loud roars.
After only hearing a scream, the resentful spirit lay on the ground, its body gradually decomposed into scarlet and the resentment dissipated.
"Successful!"
"Haha, we finally succeeded."
Everyone looked overjoyed.
And Huifa also showed a smile on his face. He took out the previous Buddha statue, threw it into the air, and absorbed all the resentment.
With a lot of resentment being absorbed, the Buddha statue is now blood-red, filled with blood-colored Buddha light, which is extremely strange.
"It's just the last step."
Huifa said with a smile.
Next to him, the sword king frowned slightly, "This Buddha statue looks a little weird, and Huifa, what's the last step?"
"This Buddha statue is called Resentful Buddha!"
"This is a fairy weapon, but to activate it, you must use a lot of resentment and blood essence." Huifa said.
Everyone was taken aback when they heard the words.
That's not what Huifa said before.
"Little holy monk, but you said just now that you want to take this resentment back to purify it, why is it now an activation fairy?"
"That's because I lied to you."
Huifa said lightly.
A cold look flashed in his eyes, and in the next moment, the blood-colored Buddha statue suddenly burst into Buddha's light, covering a thousand miles around.
All the immortals turned pale with fright.
"not good!"
"Fraud!"
They wanted to retreat, but it was too late. The bloody Buddha light completely enveloped the crowd, forming a bloody barrier.
Everyone is trapped in the enchantment.
"Little holy monk, what do you want to do!"
"Huifa, quickly untie the barrier!"
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Everyone glared at Huifa.
Even the monks who are also from Jinshan Temple are puzzled.
Huifa clasped his hands together, and said with a faint smile, "Everyone, in order to complete the path to becoming a Buddha, I have no choice but to invite you all to die."
The knife king's face darkened, "You want to use our life essence and blood to activate this resentful Buddha, this is the real purpose of you asking me to take the lead with you, and bring people to Guikuling to encircle and suppress the resentful spirit!!"
"Exactly." Huifa nodded slightly.
"You have such a vicious heart."
"Huifa, you are in vain as a little holy monk of Jinshan Temple, how can you use such crooked methods!"
"That's right, Huifa, you'd better let us go!"
Everyone cursed one after another.
Jinshan Temple, as a fairy-level orthodox lineage in the Qinglan Immortal Realm, is also a holy place for Buddhism, and has always been highly respected.
All the holy monks inside are merciful and compassionate.
Even after beating them to death, they didn't expect that the little holy monk Huifa would actually do what he did today. For his own selfishness, he wanted to use their life essence and blood to activate the immortal weapon to resent the Buddha.
What kind of little holy monk is this? He is clearly an evil monk! !
"Amitabha, there is no turning back on the road of resenting the Buddha. Rest assured, I will not let you die too painfully."
Huifa recited the Buddha's name, and said with compassion.
Then, he raised his hand and slapped a palm, and a large amount of Buddha's light enveloped several Jinshan Temple practitioners in front of him.
Suddenly, these people were turned into blood mist on the spot!
Everyone was dumbfounded.
They never expected that this little holy monk would kill his fellow practitioners like this, without any hesitation.
The blood mist gathered towards the resentful Buddha, and the blood-colored Buddha's light on the resentful Buddha who had absorbed the essence of life became even more bewitching.
Even, when the crowd saw the eyebrows and eyes of the resentful Buddha moved, as if he had come to life, it made everyone palpitate.
"Damn it, destroy this statue first
Resent Buddha! "
Said the sword king.
He held the saber in his hand tightly, and performed the Immortal Overlord Dao Jue, a domineering huge saber shadow slashed towards the resentful Buddha.
But seeing Huifa standing up to block, raised his hand and shot out the Buddha's light, which easily blocked the shadow of the knife.
Seeing this, the knife king's face changed, "How is it possible!"
Unbelievably, he slashed out again.
"The Overlord Sword Art, overlord the eight wildernesses!"
The shadow of the sword slashed down, domineering and boundless, with the potential to break the stars.
"But it's useless."
Huifa said indifferently, the imperial energy and Buddha light on his body had soared in power, he blasted out with a palm, and the huge Buddha light hand blocked the knife shadow.
During the whole process, he didn't even take half a step back.
On the other hand, the sword king was forced back by tens of feet.
"Your imperial aura..."
The sword king thought of something, and there was a trace of panic on his face.
"You guessed right. I'm already on the road to immortality, and I've survived the first calamity of three calamities and nine calamities. How can you compare my emperor's energy to being tempered by thunder calamities?" Huifa said lightly, with pride in his eyes color.
"how come……"
The sword king's face changed.
Three disasters and nine calamities are the necessary stages for becoming an immortal. The monks who start to walk this road of becoming an immortal have already begun to transform into immortals.
Its strength is not comparable to that of a monk who has not taken the path of immortality.
"Walk!"
The sword king knew that he was not Huifa's opponent now, so he didn't think about fighting the opponent desperately, and his figure flashed towards the distance.
"Where can you go in my enchantment?"
Huifa smiled lightly.
But at this time, a powerful wave suddenly erupted from the sword king, and there was a faint celestial glow flowing around his body.
Huifa narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is this, immortal blood?"
The King of Swords is the young master of Buried Sword Sea, the son of Dao Guan, and he has the blood of a fairy in his body.
And this bloodline, reflected in his cultivation talent, is also an important reliance for him to be among the Twelve Kings of the Immortal Seed.
Not only that, once the immortal blood is activated, his strength will also increase rapidly, and using the immortal blood will consume potential, so it will never be used until a critical moment.
Relying on the power of the immortal blood, the sword king tore a small hole in the blood-colored enchantment, and rushed out directly.
Huifa's face was a bit ugly, but he immediately looked at the rest of the Immortals, "Amitabha, everyone, please die."