Chapter 1603 Compassion

Chapter 1603 Mercy

boom! boom! boom!

Outside Lingshan, the rumbling sound shook the sky.

This piece of land that should be illuminated by the Buddha's light, there is no light in the dark, the laws are subverted, and the universe is reversed.

The earth is crumbling, and the sky is cracking.

Blood is like a rain of light, pouring out into the world and blending into the pure land, but it gives birth to silence, and it is destined to be unbreakable.

A good world has become chaos, bloodthirsty dances with peace, demons and Buddhas are fighting, blood legends.

During the expedition, Ye Chen bleeds from the corners of his mouth, his heart aches, and there is a call, which temporarily makes him lose his clarity.

He didn't know that Ji Ningshuang was in Wangchuan, let alone that she was pregnant with his child, and he couldn't hear her call.

After a brief trance, Venerable Shakyamuni's Buddha finger has arrived.

Ye Chen's holy body cracked immediately, and every step he stepped back would cause the sky to burst.

"Donor, the thought of killing is too heavy, and it will eventually become a karmic obstacle." Shakyamuni whispered, still standing in front of Lingshan.

"Thinking is killing, but also obsession." Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I only know that blood pays for blood."

"It's all about desires, why don't you escape into my Buddhist sect, devote yourself to comprehending the Dharma, and cross the benefactor out of the sea of ​​misery."

"Dare to ask the Supreme Venerable, Buddhists may have desires."

"The four major aspects of Buddhism are all empty, the seven emotions and the six desires are cut off, desire is vain, and concentration is the Buddha."

"If you dare to ask the Supreme Venerable again, you have great wishes."

"To save all sentient beings." Venerable Shakyamuni smiled slightly.

"Your Excellency doesn't realize that the Dharma in your mouth is contradictory?" Ye Chen said lightly, and his words resounded through the sky, "You wish to save all sentient beings, but this is not a desire? You want to protect Fengxian, this is not a desire? You want to cross I entered Buddhism, is this not a desire?"

"The desire of the donor is to harm the harmony of the heavens, and the desire of the old man is to save all beings." Shakyamuni Buddha's voice is like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

"So, the Buddha, who is devoted to tranquility, still has desire. You can have it, why can't the younger generation have it? You can't even cross it yourself.

Why come to me. "

"My Buddha is merciful, when is the time for retribution?"

"Mercy, hahaha..." Ye Chen laughed when he said that, if he was crazy, he stopped abruptly when he laughed, and looked straight at Sakyamuni with a pair of bloody eyes, and shouted, "Zhutian Mountain Where were you during the blood calamity! Since you know that someone has ruined life, why don't you care, what about your mercy? When will your so-called grievances be repaid? My relatives deserve to be killed?"

"Blindfolded by hatred, the donor has fallen into a sea of ​​misery."

"Fuck him, the sea of ​​bitterness." Ye Chen roared, smashed the empty sky, rolled his suffocation, and attacked Sakyamuni.

"Karma!" Shakyamuni sighed and raised his hand again.

With a single blow, the holy blood splattered, and the dyed stars were dazzling.

Ye Chen was crazy. Ten times the combat power, he opened the magic way, and above the magic way, he opened the heaven sacrifice and many forbidden methods to enhance his combat power, regardless of the cost.

He was indeed crazy, using Shouyuan to motivate the Holy Body Battle Bone, to stimulate his potential to the fullest, and to make Dacheng reappear.

Once again, he found the feeling of fighting the Demon Emperor, a supreme state of mind.

It was the kind of mood that made him stand above Sakyamuni for a few moments, and that was the suffocation of the emperor.

Sakyamuni's eyes became unclean, and he frowned several times.

Rao is his strength, and it is inevitable to be shocked.

He was extremely suspicious that Ye Chen had fought with the real emperor, not the law of the emperor, because that kind of evil spirit could not be copied, and it had already been melted into the bones.

"Gods block killing gods, Buddhas block killing Buddhas." Ye Chen roared, punching eight wastes, blasting through the eternal sky.

For the first time, Sakyamuni was stained with blood, and the golden Buddha palm burst, and the dazzling Buddha blood splashed all over the stars.

"This..." The cultivator from the four directions was shocked.

That is Venerable Shakyamuni! The genuine quasi-emperor level, in charge of infinite mind power, is actually bloody.

The ten thousand Buddhas of Lingshan were also shocked. Sakyamuni had a vajra body that was indestructible, but his golden body was broken by the holy body.

The battle escalated instantly, and Ye Chenzhen was like a madman, only attacking but not defending, and his fists saw blood.

His holy bones were wrapped in golden light, and every drop of holy blood, every inch of holy body, was swallowing essence.

Shakyamuni's Dharma is profound and in control of infinite mind power.

The two fought against the virtual sky and launched a confrontation with secret techniques. Every time they collided, the virtual sky would collapse once.

Sakyamuni was bathed in the blood of the Holy Body, and Ye Chen was also bathed in the blood of the Buddha. Blood and blood were also attacking in the fall.

"The power of the Holy Body is really domineering." The people below all raised their heads, sighed and sighed, and their hearts jumped.

"This is the first time this old man has seen Shakyamuni being tortured so badly." The old man Zhundi couldn't help but grin.

"How is that possible." On the top of the mountain, Feng Xian's expression changed, Xu Shi was so fascinated that he forgot to act.

"Have you ever thought that if I can't protect you in Lingshan, where else can you hide!" Xi Zunyou said.

"Death is bliss." Interrupted by Xi Zun's words, Feng Xian hurriedly started the performance, concealing the shock in her eyes, and again a fake gesture of seeing through the red dust.

However, Xi Zun's words reminded her.

She believed that Sakyamuni would not be defeated, knowing that Lingshan still has the Ji Dao Emperor soldiers, and there is absolutely no reason for him to be defeated.

But if Lingshan really lost? Where can she hide!

Now Xuanhuang, the super-great sects are all self-proclaimed, and there is the power of the extreme emperor soldiers, and only Lingshan is left.

If Lingshan is also defeated, who else can protect her.

This is a serious problem. If you are not careful, you will all be killed, and the end will be extremely miserable.

"Then... what is that?" As Feng Xian pondered, there were sounds of surprise from all directions, all looking at the virtual sky.

But seeing the empty sky, Sakyamuni stood in the sea of ​​thoughts of all beings.

Behind him, a golden Buddha of 10,000 zhang was manifested, standing tall in the sky, with a kind face and a kind Buddha's eyes.

The golden Buddha blooms with Buddha's light, dazzling and wispy, the emperor's prestige seems to be looming, solemn and peaceful.

It is like a giant mountain of 8,000 feet, standing between the heavens and the earth, people can't help but bend over and bow down reverently.

In the dark, you can still hear the sound of the supreme Buddha, which reaches the sky and reaches the nine secluded places.

"Buddha... Buddha." There was a shout from the Lingshan Mountain, and the ten thousand Buddhas had already knelt down and recited the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra.

"That...that's the Buddha?" The spectators were full of awe, and couldn't help kneeling down, their hearts trembling.

Buddha, the Great Sun Tathagata, among the hundred and thirty emperors of Xuanhuang, the most bizarre emperor, the audience bows down to worship, controls the mind power of the common people, and the laws of his emperor's way are inexhaustible.

Legend has it that the Buddha is still alive, living in the hearts of every devout believer, and perhaps reappearing in the world.

"It was Shakyamuni who was forced to move the golden body of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, Ye Chen, you are very hanging!" Not everyone knelt down, but the old man Zhundi did not kneel. startled.

"The golden body of the Ten Thousand Buddhas has been invited out, and the Holy Body is expected to kneel." Someone sighed, unable to bear to look directly.

"My Buddha is merciful." Sakyamuni opened his mouth, and the ten thousand-zhang golden Buddha also opened his mouth, the sound was like a bell, and it was like thunder.

"I can't bear your mercy." Ye Chen roared, standing in the sea of ​​blood and blood, his eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were exposed, full of rebelliousness.

The golden body of the Ten Thousand Buddhas is too strong, and the coercion makes the world turbulent.

His holy body could not bear it, and cracks had been cracked open, and in each crack, holy blood spurted.

But he was unyielding, roaring in his heart, calling on the ancestors of the Eucharist before the ages to help him break through this imprisonment.

In the end, his piety inspired Dacheng Sacred Bone.

Sacred Bone Omlong, crystal clear, the power that is about to be annihilated, ignited again, and received the call of the Holy Body of the younger generation, to help him fight against the war and fight Buddha for him.

Suddenly, an ancient and mysterious force surged into every meridian of Ye Chen.

His eyes faded from the blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into golden color, and his bloody hair that was floating in the sky also turned into golden color.

Between his eyebrows, a divine pattern gradually appeared, which was the totem of the Holy Body, a symbol.

Immediately, there is also a golden holy shadow behind him, which is also standing on the sky, as majestic as a mountain.

The golden holy shadow has black hair like a waterfall, every strand of it is dyed with divine brilliance, and his eyes are like stars.

He looked up at the world, and his anger was covered in eight wastes. The golden blood emanating from his body was as heavy as a mountain, fused with the looming imperial might, intertwined with the holy blood.

His existence makes heaven and earth pale, and makes Qiankun tremble, as if that is a supreme emperor.