Chapter 1606 The Debts of the World

Chapter 1606 Debt of the world

In the pure land of the Western Desert, it is quiet and silent, and the swallows are silent.

Everyone looked up at the sky, and they were all still unfinished.

Lingshan was lifted, all the Buddhas died, Sakyamuni entered the world, and the emperor's weapon dropped the devil's pestle and left, and he did not know where he was going.

Each of these cases is quite unreal.

puff!

Ye Chen also vomited blood, and the rigid desolate holy body also bent down, staggering and falling into the sky.

The golden light of his whole body has dimmed a lot, the golden blood energy has shrunk, and the pair of divine eyes has become cloudy, even more old, it is already late.

After successive bloody battles, the power of the Holy Bone was exhausted by him, and there was no more quasi-diwei, and no more battle power.

Of course, even so, everyone's eyes were still in awe, and no one dared to offend his majesty.

"The prestige of the ancient sacred body is all made." The old man Zhundi whispered, and his old eyes were full of surprise.

"Destroy the devil." The Buddhas in Lingshan shouted angrily, killing all sentient beings with their mind power, wanting to slaughter Ye Chen to prove the Buddhadharma.

Ye Chen was indifferent, his expression was calm, there was a teleportation gate manifested behind him, dragged him in, and turned away.

The buddhas shouted, and the eyes of the buddhas became more serious.

Their Buddha minds are no longer peaceful, the Buddha light is restless, and they have a posture that they are about to enter the world in response to a calamity.

"Lingshan was lifted, all the Buddhas were slaughtered, Shakyamuni was robbed and entered the world, and even the demon-destroying pestle of the emperor was gone. This scene should be an excellent irony." Looking at the Buddhas, some people sighed.

"In order to protect one person, the beating is so brutal. This kind of mercy is really not worth it." Too many people sighed.

"Old man, I figured it out, Fengxian is indeed a disaster." The old gods began to babble again.

However, no one refuted the words of the old gods.

Counting it down, it seems that none of the people who were bewitched by that Feng Xian'er were going to end well.

Such as the Immortal God Son, such as her followers, such as Zhiyang, such as Lingshan at this moment.

They are all miserable, those who were caught were caught, those who were scolded were scolded, and those who were exterminated were exterminated.

Being called a disaster, Feng Xian'er deserved it.

"The show is over." The old man Zhundi was the first to turn around, with his hands behind his back, he stepped onto the virtual sky, humming a little tune all the way, as if it was very cool.

"Let's go." The spectators scattered, and before leaving, they would look back at Lingshan and all the Buddhas in the sky.

All the way away, with a sigh of sigh, this time Xi Mo and his party did not come in vain, the drama was very exciting.

The news here quickly spread all over the Xuanhuang Quartet.

Ye Chen became famous in one battle. In order to catch one person, he fought against the Buddha, lifted the Lingshan Mountain, slaughtered all the Buddhas, and the stunned Sakyamuni Yingjie.

"It really answers the truth: the Eucharist is lively wherever it goes, and the movement is getting louder every time."

"From Xuanhuang, from Xuanhuang Xinghai to today's Lingshan Mountain in the Western Desert, everything he has done is shocking. Every one of his legends will be myths and will be passed down from generation to generation."

"The Holy Bone's power is exhausted, and most people will stare at Ye Chen." Some people pondered, inexplicably worried.

"It's just that he has provoked too many enemies, which one doesn't want to kill him." Too many people sighed.

Amid the long-lasting discussions, night fell.

At the foot of Zhutian Mountain, there are constant figures, most of them squatting on the top of the mountain with their hands in their hands, their cultivation base is not high, and their eyes are thirsty.

These people, looking around, seem to be waiting for something.

"I said, the Eucharist will really come to the Tianshan Mountains?" Someone scratched their ears and felt a little impatient.

"Listen to me, you will definitely come." A young man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks said confidently, "I have caught so many people and have not killed them, so I just want to stay here and kill them?"

"If you say that, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Here, the Holy Communion is really here." As soon as the young man's words fell, he heard someone pointing at one side and screamed.

Ye Chen did come and landed at the foot of Zhutian Mountain.

There is still blood here, but it has not dried up. It is the blood of reincarnated people, sprinkled here, not in the hometown.

"I brought them here." Ye Chen looked at Zhutian Mountain, as if looking at familiar faces.

He waved his hand and released nearly 10,000 people, Taoist Zhiyang, Fengxian, Immortal God Son, Tian Can, Burial God Son, Divine Body of Nirvana, and their followers.

"Fengxian, all of them are Fengxian, and she bewitched us." Once released, nearly ten thousand people roared and roared, and they all knelt on the ground, their eyes terrified, their bodies covered in blood, and their hearts trembled.

"Then go down and settle with her." Ye Chen raised his killing sword, and his majestic words were cold to the bone.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore." Before Ye Chen's sword fell, he heard the sound of the rich Buddha's voice.

This Buddhist sound is not passed down from other places, but from Ye Chen Shenhai, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, solemn and peaceful.

Ye Chen Shenhai buzzed, almost collapsed, staggered for a while, almost fell, and the pain in his head was about to burst.

Looking at his Divine Sea, there is actually a golden Buddha sitting hanging, with a solemn appearance, and the Buddha's eyes are bright and boundless.

"The Great Sun Tathagata." Ye Chen roared, and at a glance he recognized who it was, the body of the Great Sun Tathagata.

Taixu Gulong said back then that once he cultivated this Buddha mantra, he would be targeted and end with the Buddha sooner or later.

Now, after more than two hundred years, the body of Buddha's mind has finally manifested. It is only because of the Great Sun Tathagata's Pure World Mantra that he has forged a cause and effect with the Buddha.

Om, Ma, Ni, Pa, Mi, Hum....

Buddha recited the body, recited the Great Sun Tathagata Pure World Mantra, the Buddha's voice is majestic, and its magic power is irresistible.

Well....!

The sword in Ye Chen's hand fell, slanted into the ground, hugged the old head, and roared in pain.

The Buddha's mindfulness was too strong, and he wanted to use the purification mantra to save him.

In just a moment, the evil spirit of his whole body was wiped out, and in just a moment, his firm mind was confused.

"What...what's the situation." The monks around Zhutianshan scratched their heads and looked at them in a daze.

Not only were they stunned, the Immortal God Son, Feng Xian and others were also stunned, wondering what happened to Ye Chen.

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground." This Buddha sound resounded without limit, with the power of transformation.

"Even if I put down the butcher's knife, I will never become a Buddha." Ye Chen roared, it was a roar from the soul.

Hey....!

Hearing a sigh, the golden Buddha flew out from Ye Chen's sea of ​​​​divine, and went straight into the sky, sitting in the sky.

It became huge and became a golden Buddha of ten thousand feet, like a mountain like a mountain.

It is simply too dazzling, wisps of Buddha radiance, the dim sky is bright because of its existence.

Its Buddha eyes are quiet, with compassion and peace, and countless scriptures have evolved into them, containing the supreme Buddha Dharma.

"Then... what is that?" The cultivators from all directions raised their heads and stared at the golden Buddha in a daze.

"Buddha?" Immortal God Son, Feng Xian and others also saw it, and they all roared wildly, "Buddha save me."

"My Buddha is merciful, Amitabha Buddha." The Buddha opened his mouth in mind, and the Buddha's voice echoed in the nine heavens.

With a sound, with coercion, Ye Chen was pressed to his knees.

"I don't need your mercy." Ye Chen roared, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and on his forehead, the veins were exposed, and madness and madness coexisted.

Unyielding, under pressure, he stood up abruptly, and the bent holy body was also straight.

He took out the Quasi-Emperor Sword, which was slanted on the ground, and swayed it with difficulty, slashing at the enemies all over the ground.

puff!

A sword fell, and the filmmaker turned into a blood mist of silence.

Of course, he also paid a painful price for this. His holy bone was crushed more than one by the coercion.

kill!

He roared and roared, dragging his bloody body, holding a blood sword, staggering step by step, slashing frantically.

Every time the sword was swung, a whole lot of people were beheaded.

Every time he swings the sword, his holy body will be split open, stained with blood, and the whole is a bloody person.

"Buddha save me. Buddha save me." Ye Chen was roaring, and the immortal god son, Feng Xian and others were also roaring, hoping that Buddha would help them out of their misery.

"Kill." Ye Chen was no longer in human form, his consciousness was confused, his eyes were full of blood and tears, his vision was blurred, one step at a time was bloody footprints, and there was a bloody road behind him.

The sword fell, a pool of blood, and the blood stained the Tianshan Mountains.

Many great sect gods and princes of many great sects all perished here in an instant, becoming the dust of history.

"My Buddha is merciful." The Buddha Nianzhi sighed softly, raised his dazzling Buddha palm, and Ling Tian covered it.

It was a golden hand covering the sky, covered with Buddhist scriptures, and on its palm, there was a golden swastika.

The palm of the Buddha seems to be destroying the world, the world trembles, loses its color, falls all the way, time freezes, the universe is turned upside down, and the virtual sky collapses inch by inch.

"You can't kill me, I'm Phoenix's junior, she is kind to you." Below, Feng Xian was hissing, her eyes full of horror, just because Ye Chen had dragged the bloody holy body to kill her in front of her, and raised her head. Kill the sword.

"Blood is paid for by blood." Ye Chen roared, blood and tears were everywhere, even if he fought to his death, he would destroy Fengxian, to pay back the blood debt for the tragic relatives.

"No...no no...." Feng Xian hissed, her eyes protruding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her pupils shrunk to the size of a pinpoint at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before the sword fell, she felt that her whole body was freezing to the bone, as if she had fallen into the Nine Netherworld, as if she had descended to the eighteenth floor of hell, and suffered from life after life.

She has no hatred with Ye Chen at all, but because of the Phoenix Immortal Royal, she who is aloof, considers herself to be honorable, and can't tolerate others being offended, and takes revenge again and again.

However, the siege against Ye Chen failed again and again, making her more and more crazy.

For this, she has to pay the price in blood.

Not only her, but also her imperial brother died tragically, and the arrogant Phoenix clan was also embarrassed by her.

When she was dying, she realized what regret was.

I regretted that I should provoke Ye Chen again and again, touched his inverse scale more than once, and even caused a tragic end.

Her nobility, her arrogance, her cultivation, her lofty aspirations, and her beauty in the world will all become a thing of the past with this sword.

The cold light suddenly appeared, Fen Ji fell, and Feng Xian was beheaded.

She also turned into a blood mist and was buried under the Tiantian Mountains, paying the price of blood for her crimes.

At the same time, Ling Tian's Buddha palm also fell.

The unyielding figure fell in a pool of blood.

The earth was turbulent, and a handprint of ten thousand feet was branded on the ground and turned into a giant mountain, standing between heaven and earth.

"I don't need your mercy." Although Ye Chen was pinned down at the foot of the mountain, he was still roaring, his voice trembling.

The mountains trembled, and he was actually lifted up by him.

It was a trembling picture. He, who was like an ant, actually held up a giant mountain of eight thousand feet.

The cultivators in the four directions were petrified, and they were all shocked to see it.