Chapter 172 Dream Space

"Kill!"

Although the Saint Zhunti was extremely angry, he was not overwhelmed by anger. Instead, he was calmer. He could clearly feel that the realm of the Demon Lord Wanjie seemed to be one level higher than his.

How is this possible? You know, he is now a Saint of the first level, and if the Demon Lord Wanjie is really one level higher than him, wouldn't it be the second level of Hunyuan?

How is this possible? You know, Zhunti has broken through the Saint for hundreds of thousands of years, but now he is only trapped in the first level of the Saint, and the Demon Lord Wanjie just broke through, but directly crossed the first level and became the second level. This is very amazing and unbelievable.

The Saint Zhunti felt heavy in his heart and did not dare to be careless. A strange light flashed in his eyes. He took a step forward, passed through layers of void, and came to the front of the Demon Lord Wanjie.

Suppressing the heaviness in his heart, the strange fluctuations in the eyes of the Saint Zhunti suddenly increased tens of thousands of times, like two black holes, sucking everything in.

Boom!

Wanjie Demon Lord only felt his soul tremble, as if he was about to leave himself and be swallowed by the black hole. He instantly thought of the method of enlightenment in the dream of Zhunti Saint, his eyes flickered, and he had some thoughts in his mind. He gave up resistance, and only felt a trance, and he had appeared in a strange space.

In this space, it is infinitely large and magnificent. Various halls are lined up everywhere. There are many monks in various temples. They are all wearing cassocks and silently reciting scriptures. Zhunti Saint turned into a big Buddha, sitting high on the cloud platform. On him, the Buddha's light is thousands of feet long, and the Sanskrit sound is lingering, as if singing and praising...

This is a great Buddhist country.

And there are many Buddhist countries like this in this space.

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations appeared in a grand hall. When his consciousness touched it, it was only vague. At the highest point above the hall, the Saint Zhunti sat high above. Below, there were various Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Dharma protectors and other monks. They immediately turned their eyes to the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

Without fear, the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations felt the existence of his own strength while looking at this strange Buddhist space.

This should be the way to prove the truth in a dream, which can pull people's consciousness into a strange space, and can also bring their own magic power to fight against spirit and magic power.

Here, although he can exert his own strength, he will be greatly restricted, and everyone will be like this, because this is not his field, and this space is only dominated by Zhunti.

In this way, here, almost no one will be his opponent.

"Bold demon, why don't you kneel when you see my Buddha? Kneel down!"

A hollow but soul-stirring voice sounded in the mind of Wanjie Demon Lord. At the same time, a mysterious force that seemed to be nothing but ethereal penetrated and forced Wanjie Demon Lord to kneel down.

"Put down the butcher knife, become a Buddha on the spot, those who have realized my way, enter my Buddhist sect, convert to my Buddha, kneel down... convert..."

"Put down the butcher knife, become a Buddha on the spot, those who have realized my way, like my Buddhist sect, convert to my Buddha, kneel down... convert..."

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The voice continued, with a strong Buddhist Sanskrit sound, echoing continuously in the hall, hollow, but every sound struck the depths of the soul of the listener.

A call from the depths of his soul reached the consciousness of Wanjie Demon Lord. A vague and mysterious force was eroding Wanjie Demon Lord's magic power and consciousness, constantly calling on Wanjie Demon Lord to crawl down, pray and worship, and even kneel down and sacrifice his life. Only in this way can he achieve the great way and become a Buddha.

Wanjie Demon Lord felt a strong sense of piety in his heart, and even wanted to kneel down and worship. He was calm on the surface, but deep in his heart was like boiling oil. This terrifying force blasted in and wanted to convert his heart. If it were someone with a slightly weaker cultivation and will, he might have already crawled on the ground and converted to Buddhism.

Wanjie Demon Lord's will was so firm. As a demon lord, he cultivated the calamity energy. He tempered with the calamity energy every day, and his consciousness had already been tempered to be as hard as iron and unshakable. In addition, the calamity energy he cultivated happened to be somewhat counteracted by this mysterious power. For a while, even the mysterious power of conversion could not do anything to him.

"I am the Demon Lord, and I am born to be the enemy of you bald men. Converting to Buddhism is a joke! I think you might as well join my Demon Sect! Hahaha..."

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations had no expression on his face. He sneered, and then laughed loudly. His voice was arrogant and spread throughout the hall for a long time.

"How dare you, bold demon, to offend my Buddha? Take him down!"

Seeing that the voice could not seduce the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations, many monks in the hall took action one after another, trying to conquer him with force and make him surrender.

"Humph! Bullying the few with the many, who is afraid of whom?"

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations snorted coldly, and then waved his hand, and the monstrous demonic energy around him gushed out, crisscrossing the hall, instantly turning the magnificent hall into a black and gloomy place, and the demonic energy soared to the sky. Then, this monstrous demonic energy instantly turned into various demons, flying in the sky and fighting with the monks in the hall.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals!

The Wanjie Demon Lord turned his gaze to the Zhunti Saint on the high platform and sneered:

"Saint, why don't you take action?"

"Good, since the Demon Lord is ready, then I won't be polite either."

The voice of the Saint Zhunti came from the high platform. When the voice fell, the Saint Zhunti, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes at this moment. An inexplicable pressure descended, and his eyes shot out an extremely bright light, and the whole space suddenly trembled.

At this moment, the Saint Zhunti seemed to be the master of heaven and earth, and could easily control the entire space.

The Buddha light in the sky became more and more intense, and finally turned into a huge "卍" Buddha seal. As it rotated, a vast and broad heavenly power immediately sealed and suppressed the Wanjie Demon Lord.

"Namo Zhunti Buddha Mother, the Buddha's Dharma is boundless!"

At the same time, in this strange space, countless sounds of praising Buddha came from all directions, and there were countless Buddha's sons and grandsons, worshiping the Buddha.

"Boom!"

Countless powers of faith gathered and merged into the huge "卍" rune, which greatly increased the power and the Buddha's light was thousands of feet.

"Hmph! Saint Zhunti, you are worthy of being a saint. You actually created such a great dream method. However, your magic power cannot grow indefinitely. If it exceeds the endurance of your body, your body will explode. At that time, your thoughts will become rootless duckweed and cannot last forever. Moreover, you are really whimsical. You actually created millions of Buddhist countries in your dreams. The people in the countries are all Buddhists, providing you with countless beliefs."

"However, these beliefs are illusory and only useful in dreams. Ha, you think you can suppress me with just these. It's ridiculous!"

Wanjie Demon Lord sneered with disdain.

"Real and fake, true and false! What's the difference? This place is illusory to you and me, but to the countless Buddhas and their descendants here, they are real, and you are fake. They thrive in this dream space and think they are real. At least, here I can use the power of faith to suppress you."

"What a joke! If you really reach the point of turning the virtual into the real, maybe you can really suppress me. It's not that I look down on you, but with your cultivation as a saint, you are far from reaching that level? If you want to suppress me, you can't even succeed in your dreams!"

The Demon Lord Wanjie sneered, and the magic knife in his hand slashed diagonally, tearing the space, distorting time and space, and breaking the "卍" seal. At the same time, he continued to kill Zhunti.

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