Chapter 1607 5 Finger Mountain

Chapter 1607 Wuzhi Mountain

"My Buddha is merciful." Seeing Ye Chen holding up the giant mountain, the Buddha's body shrugged and shed a piece of Buddha light.

That piece of Buddha light, carrying a Buddha scroll engraved with Buddhist six-character mantras, hung on the giant mountain.

Immediately, Juyue became heavy and the pressure doubled.

"I don't need your mercy." Ye Chen roared, his golden qi and blood rose, but his legs were still bent a little bit, and he wanted to kneel on the ground.

"Hold on!" The monks from all directions clenched their fists tightly, unable to help, and supported Ye Chen mentally.

They all have a heart of reverence for the desolate holy body, and do not want this stubborn lineage to be suppressed here.

But ah! When the hero was late, Ye Chen exhausted the last trace of the power of the holy bone. He was too old and too tired to withstand the suppression of the Buddha.

boom!

With a bang, the 8,000-zhang giant mountain that was lifted up by Ye Chen fell to the ground with a bang, and the earth trembled.

Ye Chen was suppressed, and he no longer had the strength to get up, only the shocking roar resounded infinitely throughout the sky.

Why!

The cultivator from the four directions sighed and shook his head. There was an inexplicable sadness that welled up in his heart. The hero is too late.

Let him be unyielding, let him be rebellious, and it is difficult to resist the suppression of the Buddha. This time, he failed to create a myth.

Xutian, the body of Buddha's mind, also restrained the golden light of ten thousand paths, slowly dissipated, and turned into a ray of mind power.

Heaven and earth fell into silence, only the blood mist was flying.

Looking from afar, the mountain looks like the five fingers of a hand.

That is the palm of the Buddha, named by the four sides: Wuzhishan.

More and more people gathered, and they were spread out on the outside of Wuzhi Mountain, and there were also devout believers, kneeling and worshipping the Buddha's decree.

"There was such a thing last night." The cultivator who arrived later heard the reason and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"We watched Feng Xian and the others be executed with our own eyes, and we also watched the Eucharist suppressed by the Buddha."

"A man with strong bones! He is just under the pressure of the Buddha,

Slaughtered Feng Xian and the others. "

"The stunned Shakyamuni Yingjie was suppressed by the Buddha this time. It can be considered a cause and effect!" Someone sighed.

At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, it is dark and lonely, and there is no light.

I don't know when, I heard the sound of the iron chain hitting.

The sound came from an ancient altar, with four copper pillars standing, engraved with Buddhist runes, densely packed.

And Ye Chen was locked on the altar, and his hands, feet, waist, and neck were all shackled by cold iron chains.

His hair was disheveled and his body was covered in blood, like a death row prisoner. His old eyes were cloudy and dull.

Suddenly, he raised his old hand and touched his eyes.

The mana was sealed, and even his fairy eyes were also banned. Even if he awakened the way of heaven, it would be difficult to escape from this mountain.

"I don't need your mercy." His voice was hoarse and weak, with vicissitudes and exhaustion.

It was dark and dead here, no light, no living beings, the old man couldn't help curling up in the cold.

Outside the mountain, someone else came, and couldn't help sighing.

For nine consecutive days, outside the Wuzhi Mountain, there were constant figures, one wave, one wave, and most of them came because of their fame.

The older monks were amazed, and there were also many young monks, who were in awe of the mountain, and they all sighed.

"He is an unparalleled hero." The young female cultivator looked at her with beautiful eyes, and all the beauties love heroes.

The people sealed inside have created too many myths along the way. Even if they are suppressed, they are still respectable.

In the distance, someone else came, but more than a dozen figures, all covered in black robes, all with tears in their eyes.

This is a reincarnated person, who did not follow Ye Chen's order to leave Xuanhuang, wandered around, and came back again.

After more than a dozen people fell, they sacrificed their natal magic weapon to revive their divine power, and bombarded Wuzhi Mountain frantically.

"These little babies, their brains are flooded!" The monks from all directions sighed, "The strongest is only a quasi-sage, and you want to blast away the ban set by the Buddha?"

"Eighty percent of them were kicked by a donkey, and they were all over the top."

"At this rate, it won't open in eight hundred years."

"If you want to save the Holy Communion out of the mountain, most of them are Ye Chen's old friends or relatives." Someone pondered.

For the words of the four sides, more than a dozen reincarnated people turned a blind eye, still bombarding Wuzhi Mountain desperately.

Of course, their attack was too weak, and they bombarded for three hours in a row, but they did not shake Wuzhishan for half a minute.

"Stop." In the mountain, Ye Chen was awakened, opened his old eyes, and across the mountain, he could see the outside, and he had already transmitted his divine sense and ordered to stop attacking.

"Holy Lord, we will definitely save you." The eyes of more than a dozen reincarnated people were filled with firmness.

"Leave Xuanhuang." Ye Chen's voice was hoarse.

"We will come back again." The dozen or so reincarnated people obeyed the order, stopped the bombardment, and turned to leave.

Having seen the domineering seal of the Buddha, they knew very well that with their strength, they would never be able to open it.

They can't blast away, it doesn't mean that others can't blast away, they need to seek help to rescue Ye Chen.

Looking at the reincarnated person who left, Ye Chen's eyes were blurry, as if he could see the great mountains and rivers through the illusion.

After more than two hundred years, he also felt homesick.

He didn't know if he could make it to Da Chu to return, because he was dying and his lifespan was pitifully short.

Outside the mountain, the virtual sky rumbled again, like thunder.

Clouds and mists are rolling in the heavens in the four directions, shaking the sky, as if thousands of troops are galloping.

It was indeed thousands of troops, either driving chariots, or pedaling flying swords, or riding spirit beasts.

If you look closely, you can see that the powerhouses of the Taiqing Palace, the Supreme City, the Misty Palace, the Holy Land of Heaven Punishment, the Ascension God Dynasty, the Cangling Palace, and the Sun Moon God Sect are all murderous.

"Such a big battle." The spectator monk suddenly changed his expression, and hurriedly retreated, for fear of the aftermath.

"Previously, I fled overnight, but now they are fighting back together."

"Obviously, they all came to Ye Chen."

"We all know that the power of the Holy Bone is exhausted, and Ye Chen was suppressed, so they dared to come. If Ye Chen still had previous fighting strength, would they dare to come? How many came and how many were destroyed."

"At least there are millions of people." Someone sighed.

"Baobuqi can really blast Wuzhi Mountain. With Ye Chen's current state, if the seal is broken, he will not escape death."

While speaking, the siege from all directions has arrived, covering the earth and standing in the empty sky, like a black sea.

There are indeed millions of them, and the formation is extremely huge, and the water around the Wuzhi Mountain can not be drained, shaking the sky and the earth.

"Ye Chen, you also have today." The Holy Master of Taiqing Palace laughed unbridled, his eyes full of ferocity.

The same is true for the other six holy masters, gnashing their teeth, wishing they could rush in immediately and tear Ye Chen to pieces.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, stared silently, looking at the ugly faces, and suddenly felt a sad mood.

More than 200 years ago, 90 million monks in Dachu fought desperately to protect the common people, but they were so hated by them. This irony made people laugh.

"Hit this king and blast away the seal of Wuzhi Mountain." Outside the mountain, shouts began, and the holy masters of the seven families raised their arms and pointed at Wuzhi Mountain with their swords.

Immediately, the Xutian lore formations listed in the Quartet revived one after another, blooming with divine might, and aimed at Wuzhi Mountain.

Hundreds of millions of monks were also standing in the heavens in all directions. The instruments hummed, the formations shook, and many secret methods came out.

Millions of gods shot in salvos and slammed on the mountain together.

Rao is also shocked by such a large-scale attack. If it was the Great Sage who was bombarded, most of them would be dead.

Of course, millions of cultivators joined forces, but they couldn't shake Wuzhi Mountain, not even half a stone fell.

"Continue to bang, bang hard." The Holy Master of the Qi family was furious, shouted loudly, and waved the killing sword again.

Millions of cultivators are all like chicken blood, and they are desperate for magical weapons and secret magic arrays, regardless of the cost, and they are not finished if they are not smashed.

The rumbling sound resounded through the sky and lasted for a long time.

The monks who had left before turned back.

Everyone wanted to see if the attack of millions of monks could break the Buddha's ban.

Looking from a distance, around Wuzhi Mountain, on the tops of the hills, are all monks watching the play with their hands in their hands.

Many people set up a big iron pot directly on the top of the mountain, and watched the big play while eating meat and drinking.

"I bet for nine days, and the ban will be broken." There are also strange ones, who set up the gambling table and gambled in broad daylight.

"Three days, three days at most, millions of monks!"

"The seal of the Buddha is not to be broken. It will take at least half a month for me to bet all my net worth."

"Come here, I bought the magic weapon. After passing this village, I don't have such a good magic weapon." What's more, a street stall was set up outside the mountain, and they all accepted the goods.

Okay! The stalls are all up, and those who sell medicine pills and secret scrolls are also flocking here. They all have business acumen and can do anything.

The tea stall and wine shop have also been reorganized, and there is a great magician who built a restaurant, and the business is not bad.

What kind of scene is this, a Wuzhishan, like an ancient city, is very lively.

However, a day passed quietly, and the seal was not broken.

Two days later, Wuzhi Mountain was still standing upright.

Three days have passed, but Wuzhishan has not yet been broken.

Time passed slowly, four days, five days, six days... As the days passed, the seven forces became more and more violent, but they still couldn't shake Wuzhishan, and they couldn't break the seal.

Directly pointing to the arrival of the first month, only to see the seven holy masters order to stop the attack, his face is not ordinary ugly.

With the order, millions of cultivators all sat on the ground with their butts on the ground, their faces extremely pale.

It's been a month of life, and all the breaths are depressed, and the red eye circles are so wilted.

Looking at the spectators, they all rubbed their heads hard.

The seven factions bombarded for a month, and they watched it eagerly for a month, not ordinary perseverance.

"I've had enough to eat, so I put it on for a month." Someone got up and left, cursing.

"Millions of monks have not opened the seal in a month, shameless." The old guy also blew his beard and stared.

"Let's go, a waste of time." Once someone left, everyone in the film got up, and their faces were all dark.

As a result, whether they were drinking and eating meat, setting up stalls, gambling, flirting with girls, or teasing, they ran to all sides one after another.

The huge world, like the tide of figures, came and went quickly, and the place became a lot quieter in an instant.

"Let's go." The Holy Master of the Holy Land of Punishment said coldly, turned around first, and led his men and horses back.

The Holy Masters of the other six powers also gave orders with a dark face, and took their own family and slipped away.