Chapter 1576: Primordial Spirit Golden Lotus Flame

"Amitabha, the golden bone relic is the remains of our senior monks from the Pagoda Buddhist Temple when they ascended to heaven. It condenses the power of their essence and blood, which is comparable to the ninth-level essence and blood pill. You demonic monks covet the golden bone relic just to seek credit from the Wulin Saint Ancestor, but the Wulin Saint Ancestor has not come in person, which makes him underestimate our Pagoda Buddhist Temple."

"Hehe, the Pagoda Buddhist Temple is also ranked at the bottom among the top 100 upper houses. The 13th ranked White Buddha Temple was destroyed by the Saint Ancestor's unparalleled magic. What's more, you should hand over the golden bone relic quickly to save your lives." In the demonic cloud, a man in a black robe loomed, and the voice came from his mouth.

Xiao Lin's slow pace also stopped. When he heard about the golden bone relic, his heart moved. He had heard of this Buddhist relic before. It was left behind by the Buddhist monks when they passed away.

Among them, the Golden Bone Relic is the highest grade relic in the Buddhist Sect. It was formed by the burning fire of the remains of the Great Sun Buddha when he ascended. When the Buddhist monks ascended, the golden body carried the primordial spirit to the fairyland, and the physical body was left behind. If this physical body is burned by the Supreme Buddha Fire of the Buddhist Sect, it can be refined into a relic, which is the Golden Bone Relic.

Because it is formed by the blood and essence of the Great Sun Buddha, the blood and qi power it contains is extremely amazing, comparable to the highest grade nine-grade blood and essence pill.

When Xiao Lin thought of this, he suddenly had an idea. He thought of the Holy Ancestor Wu Lin. The Holy Ancestor Wu Lin is a true demon body, and his demon soul is also a true demon soul. Even if he is a holy ancestor, he may not be able to bear his huge power. Therefore, he must temper his own body in order to be able to withstand more power.

This person came to seize the golden bone relic in order to present it to the Holy Ancestor Wu Lin. It seems that the demon is like a fish in water in this Guyang Continent. The demons here are powerful, which has provided him with fertile soil for development. As long as he is given enough time, it is not impossible for him to recover the fighting power when he came to the world.

This made Xiao Lin a little worried. If he was allowed to develop, wouldn't he come to the Holy Moon Continent one day to seek revenge on him?

Xiao Lin was just thinking about it. With his current strength, he was not enough to deal with this demon.

While Xiao Lin was thinking, a dazzling golden light emerged from the Pagoda Buddha Temple. In the golden light was a hundred-foot golden god, who was urging the Buddha's power and slapping it towards the dark clouds in the sky above the void.

The dazzling golden palm print quickly grew larger and soon grew to a size of hundreds of feet, rolling up the golden Buddha clouds in the sky and heading towards the demonic energy.

Seeing that the golden palm print was still dozens of feet away from the demon cloud, two giant hands suddenly stretched out from the demon cloud, and they tore the demon cloud apart, splitting it into two, revealing a hundred-foot demon god. The demon god was bronze-colored, with eyes like a commander, a lion's beak and an eagle's nose, and his muscular right hand suddenly punched out.

The moment the fist punched out, the wind swept away the clouds, and the demonic energy in the sky gathered on the fist in a gyroscope shape, and then collided with the golden Buddha palm.

"Hum~~"

A muffled hum was heard in the roar, and the golden palm print instantly fell apart and flew in all directions. The hundred-foot demon god also retreated dozens of feet away in the void, but he did not have the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, he was furious. He took a step forward, and the countless tiny demon gods floating in the void were sucked into his mouth like a wind and clouds. The demonic energy on his body rolled, even worse than before.

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand with five fingers and slowly grabbed the void in front of him. The void in front of him was instantly covered with demonic energy. Countless demon gods of all sizes roared and gathered together with the demonic energy. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a black spear of a hundred feet.

The demon god grabbed the black spear and shot it towards the direction of the Pagoda Buddha Temple.

Weng~~

The golden light was diffused over the Pagoda Buddha Temple and gathered together. Then the sound of chanting began to vibrate in the void. A large area of ​​golden light gathered over the Pagoda Buddha Temple into a golden light shield, covering the entire mountain.

Just after completing all this, the black spear had fallen from the sky and stabbed fiercely on the golden light shield.

"Boom~~"

The golden light shield collapsed instantly, accompanied by the screams of countless Pagoda Buddha disciples. Some of the low-level disciples even exploded and died on the spot. Many others also spit blood from their mouths, with expressions of horror on their faces.

Only the white-browed old monk in the center was still sitting upright with his eyebrows lowered, and golden light was floating on his body, as still as a mountain.

But as the black spear suddenly exploded, countless demon gods flew back, and the demonic energy rolled and shot around, tearing the golden light above the Pagoda Temple in an instant. The white-browed old monk also shook his body, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth with a muffled groan.

"Amitabha, evil obstacles, today I will risk my ten thousand years of cultivation to make you pay a heavy price." The white-browed old monk's eternal and peaceful state of mind also suddenly aroused nameless anger. He put his hands together and recited the scriptures again. As the scriptures surged, large areas of golden runes appeared on his body.

Above the surrounding void, dense red light spots also appeared, and the red light spots converged towards the golden runes, one light spot merged into a rune, and as the light spots merged, the golden rune suddenly turned into a ball of golden flames.

Countless red spots of light gathered within the golden rune and turned into golden flames all over the sky, sweeping towards the demonic clouds like a tsunami.

The white-browed old monk spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his face turned pale. He endured the serious injury and pointed a finger at his forehead. A golden lotus slowly emerged from his forehead. As soon as the golden lotus appeared, it turned into a long string of phantoms and shot into the golden flame.

The golden flame suddenly came to life, and while rolling, it turned into a golden fire man hundreds of feet in size, rushing straight into the demon cloud.

"Is this the Yuanshen Golden Lotus Flame? You actually used the Yuanshen as oil, the Buddha's power as fire, and integrated the comprehended rules of fire to turn it into this Yuanshen Golden Lotus Flame? Do you know that even if you can defeat me, you will be annihilated and disappear into thin air."

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will? I will not become a Buddha until the demon path is destroyed. Today, the Pagoda Buddha Temple will be your burial place."

After the white-browed old monk said this, a blazing golden flame burned on his body, but there was no pain on his face, but he slowly closed his eyes.

Above the void, the huge golden fireman roared fiercely, and circles of golden flames spread out in all directions with him as the center. Wherever he passed, the magic cloud disappeared. Even the countless demon gods in the magic soul banner wailed and roared under the golden flames, but that was all. They turned into ashes and disappeared.

At this time, the black-robed man in the magic cloud also appeared. As the first golden flame swept past, the black robe on his body instantly turned into ashes, revealing a hideous face of about forty years old, who was a burly middle-aged man.

At this moment, his face was distorted, as if he was enduring endless pain. The nine magic soul banners surrounding him were all reduced to three feet in size, and a huge demon god figure appeared on each of them. As circles of golden flames swept past, the magic soul banners also released countless demon gods to resist. Unfortunately, how could these low-level demon gods resist the flames ignited by the white-browed old monk with his primordial Buddha power? Under the golden flames, they turned into ashes.

However, there were countless demon gods in the magic soul banner. This magic soul banner was the supreme magic treasure. Later, after being re-refined by the Wulin Saint Ancestor, countless demon gods were re-refined with the blood and spirits of countless creatures. It can be said that as long as the main demon god is not destroyed, it will not have any effect on how many small demon gods die. At most, they will slaughter a few more cities in the future and re-refined.

The middle-aged man obviously saw this point, and he muttered something in his mouth. The nine magic soul banners gathered around him in an instant, wrapping him in the center. Obviously, he knew that he was no match for the huge golden flame man, so he drove the magic soul banner to defend himself.

As long as he could withstand the attack of the golden flame, when his soul was burned out, that is, when the old monk disappeared, he could still kill the entire Tafo Temple and seize the golden bone relic.

Although the nine magic soul banners in his hand killed countless small demons, as long as he could seize the golden bone relic, it would still be a great achievement. I think the Wulin Saint Ancestor would not blame him. But if he returned empty-handed, let alone whether he could save his life and escape, even if he escaped sadly, he would have to face the endless anger of the Wulin Saint Ancestor one day, and his fate would be more miserable than dying under the golden flame.

The huge golden flame man carried the soul, Buddha power and rule power of the white-browed old monk who had practiced hard for tens of thousands of years. How powerful it was. If it weren't for the nine magic soul banners refined by the Wulin Saint Ancestor, the middle-aged demon monk would have died.

Seeing that the golden flames he had emitted could not harm the Demon Soul Banner, the golden flame giant was obviously going to make a desperate attempt. He roared to the sky, and endless fire rule power poured into his body from all directions.

At this moment, he exerted the power of rules to the extreme. In the shocked eyes of everyone, his huge body condensed into a palm-sized golden lotus. This golden lotus dragged a long golden tail flame and instantly came to the middle-aged demon monk.

The nine demon soul banners immediately emitted a bright magic light, and a trace of true demon energy poured out from them. There were countless little demon gods gathered in them, and the ghosts and gods howled turned into a black barrier blocking the middle-aged demon monk.

"Bald donkey, this is the demon soul banner that was re-refined by the Black Scale Saint Ancestor. It contains the true demon energy of the true demon world. How can you break it? Your death will become meaningless, hehe."

Just when he was full of pride, the golden lotus had already hit the black barrier.

"Bang~"

The void was shaken, and the next moment, the golden lotus exploded directly, and endless golden flames swept across the void. Countless demons exploded under the golden flames, and turned into demonic energy and disappeared without a trace. Even the true demonic energy contained in it could not resist the tens of thousands of years of hard work of the white-browed old monk.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin on the hillside was also amazed. In his opinion, the Buddhist monks were extremely hypocritical, and the way they practiced was ultimately just to plunder the soul power of mortals. However, these Buddhist Bodhisattvas were the most staunch supporters of Buddhism. Even they themselves were moved by themselves and were willing to sacrifice their lives for the way.

In this regard, even Xiao Lin sighed that he was like Buddha.

However, Xiao Lin also understood that few people in the Buddhist sect knew that the power of faith they collected was actually plundering the soul power of mortals. Of course, only those crazy and loyal believers who believed in Buddhism for their entire lives would have their soul power plundered and eventually disappear. Originally, there were very few such people, but in the Continent of Gu Ri where Buddhism was prevalent, there were many such people.

If the martyred old monk with white eyebrows knew that the Buddhism he had defended all his life would lead to the end of mortals being reduced to ashes, I wonder what he would think.

However, no one in the Buddhist sect believed this. After all, the legend that the true spirit of a mortal would return to reincarnation after death was originally a vague legend. Even the existence of the netherworld was controversial. Although Xiao Lin could feel that the soul power of those believers was greatly weakened, it was also his guess that the true spirit could not return to reincarnation after their death. He could not prove it, so it was impossible to publicize it. Not to mention those mortals who were obsessed with it, even the Buddhist monks themselves would definitely not believe it.

Anyway, Xiao Lin was on the path of cultivating immortals, and he would not do such a thankless task as digging up people’s ancestral graves.

Moreover, Buddhist monks believe in the theory of karma and reincarnation. They believe that as long as they die while protecting the Dao, their true spirits will be reincarnated as humans, and they can also carry on the merits of the previous life and make further progress. Even the Great Sun Buddhas and Bodhisattvas believe in this truth. As for whether it is true, I am afraid that only the many Great Sun Buddhas in the Great Bodhi Temple know it.

The powerful attack launched by the white-browed old monk was indeed shocking. Even the nine magic soul banners of the Black Scale Saint Ancestor were defeated. After the golden lotus exploded, the magic cloud was annihilated. Seeing that the situation was not good, the demon god, the master of the nine magic soul banners, actually returned to the magic soul banner in an instant, shrunk to the size of an inch, and fled away on his own as a few black lights flashed by, leaving the middle-aged demon monks dumbfounded.

Although the middle-aged demon cultivator was also a demon Mahayana and an old ancestor, he was at a loss for a moment when facing the self-sacrificing attack of the white-browed old monk. The betrayal of the demon soul banner made him swallowed by the endless golden flames before he could react.

The shrill howl sounded for only a moment, and his body turned into nothingness under the golden flames.

The demon cloud dissipated, and the extremely embarrassed Tafo Temple also returned to peace. The white-browed old monk was burned out at this moment, but on the ground where he sat cross-legged, a pale white thumb-sized crystal stone appeared, which was the relic transformed from his blood and essence.

However, with his cultivation, he could not condense the golden bone relic, but this crystal stone was also an extremely rare Buddha relic, and its effect was at least at the level of the seventh-grade top-grade blood and essence pill.

Xiao Lin, who had transformed into a middle-aged Confucian scholar, originally wanted to discuss scriptures and Taoism with the monks of Tafo Temple, but he did not expect such an ending. ()

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