Chapter 1494 8 Congregations

Mt. Sumeru has been splattered with blood. For many years, this place is sacred and flawless, and it has never been stained with blood. However, this kind of thing happened today, which is unimaginable for Buddhists.

No one thought that Ye Fan would be so straightforward, he drew his sword directly, hacked and killed the young monk, turned him into blood mud, and died on Mount Sumeru.

This is absolutely a disaster, who dares to do this since ancient times? Even if there is a fight, no one dares to slaughter the Buddha so unscrupulously on Mount Sumeru!

"Amitabha..." The middle-aged monk halfway up the mountain recited the Buddha's name, his face full of sadness. He was reciting the Sutra of Rebirth, and after a while, he raised his head abruptly, and there were two compelling rays of light in his eyes, and shouted: "Buddhist sect In a pure place, how can you, these great demons, be allowed to interfere."

"Rumble"

The heaven and the earth shook violently, as if there were endless lightning resonances, and there was boundless light on Mount Sumeru, and the power of belief swept through like a vast ocean, with thousands of silver waterfalls falling down, this was the ocean of mind power.

The power of belief is like the sea and like a knife, surging, brilliance, sacred and majestic, surging down from the sky and hitting forward.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Dongfang Ye screamed, his long, messy, chalky hair fluttered. He raised the mace in his hand and smashed it forward.

This weapon has been damaged before, but now it has been repaired. It is a great sacred weapon, full of power, fierce and domineering, like a pillar supporting the sky falling down, rumbling and smashing chaos.

boom!

With a sudden shock, the ocean of belief and belief in front was blocked, blocking the way, and the supreme might of the mace pushed forward for more than ten miles, but it was also melted away.

With the last loud bang, the thunder of tens of thousands of feet exploded, the savage took a few big steps back, and the surging power of infinite faith disappeared.

Everyone sucked in the air, this is Mount Sumeru, and it is almost impossible to break through.

You must know that the savages are the great holy artifact motivated by the king of saints, but they are completely blocked by the faith force motivated by a middle-aged monk and cannot attack.

You can imagine the horror here.

If it were replaced by the leader of Mount Sumeru, or by the unparalleled old monk who walked out of the Daleiyin Temple on the top of the mountain, what kind of terrible situation would it be? !

Buddhism is unfathomable, and everything depends on this Mount Sumeru.

"Whoever breaks into my Buddhist Pure Land, although my temple is merciful, it can't tolerate the disturbance of the world's great demons."

The Buddhist powerhouses appeared this time, and dozens of Arhats appeared one after another, each of which had achieved a golden body, with a ring of Buddha light behind the head, and all the treasures were solemn.

In the center is an old monk, wearing a cassock, with the sun, moon and stars shaking. His eyebrows are white, his face is wrinkled, and he looks down indifferently with a kind of majesty.

"Monk, don't ask knowingly, let the flowers out or this horse will ride on Mount Sumeru!" Li Tian shouted.

As soon as these words came out, the dozens of Arhats behind the old monk could not calm down. For so many years, who dared to speak like this, when is Mount Sumeru? !

"That child has a predestined relationship with my Buddhist sect. It was a great blessing to lead him to the entrance and exit from the world." The old monk said flatly.

"Contrary to you, open your eyes and talk nonsense to save people's disciples, plot supernatural powers, despicable and shameless, but you can still say such a high-sounding, are you a Buddha or a demon?!" Li Tian shouted and opened his mouth. As soon as he vomited, a crystal clear stove flew out and instantly enlarged.

In a short time, the fire of Nanming was surging, the fire of the Vermilion Bird was boiling, the real fire of Samadhi was rolling, and the fire of the five elements was sweeping.

The goddess furnace tore apart the heaven and the earth, and enlarged to the size of a giant mountain. ,

"Buddhism has the virtue of good life, but you are a demon and disturb the world, but you have to use swords to suppress it." The old monk said. He let out a soft snort, and the dozens of Arhats behind him all moved, each emitting immeasurable Buddha light, pulling the boundless power of faith against the Goddess Furnace.

This was a big collision. The goddess furnace was very powerful, but in the end, it was knocked back and could not be attacked.

Mount Sumeru is too sacred, like a vast imperial weapon, blessed with so many beliefs, invincible by all methods, and has endless oppressive power to the outside world.

"Monk, are you really not going to let my disciple go?" Ye Fanlu sneered, revealing a mouth of snow-white teeth, revealing murderous intent.

"He is destined to be my Buddhist disciple in this life, and the relationship between master and apprentice has been broken with you." The old monk said, staring at the dark red killing sword behind Ye Fan, very jealous.

"Then don't blame me for killing me!" Ye Fan snorted coldly, the reason didn't make sense, so he could only fight in blood and kill Mount Sumeru.

"Amitabha, good, good, the donor is too hostile, you need to cultivate your heart, and you should know how to let go." The old monk advised, with a look of compassion.

"Put it down? Fuck your mother!" Long Ma murmured like a thunderbolt, causing everyone's ears to tingle, and added, "It's hypocritical."

The old monk on the Mount Sumeru looked stunned, and the dozens of Arhats were even more dazed. Who is this? It's too vulgar, roaring Mount Sumeru, saying such evil words.

"If you can stop the war by killing and make the world peaceful, the old monk is willing to be a sinner, even if his hands are stained with blood. Amitabha, here is the first to complain to the Buddha." The old monk's Buddha name continued.

Then he raised his head and recited the incantation. The whole Mount Sumeru was different. The silver-white holy light began to change to gold, and the power of thought was surging and unpredictable.

There was a great coercion that filled the air, as if a great emperor was awakening, and it was vaguely aimed at Ye Fan, resisting the dark red killing sword in his hand.

Mount Sumeru is unparalleled, and this kind of psychic power fluctuation actually has a wisp of emperor energy blending together, terrifying to the sky, trying to fix the killing sword of Lingbao Tianzun.

Moreover, a virtual gate appeared on the mountain, as if it was connected to another world, and there were bursts of roars. It seemed that a group of wild beasts were about to leave the gate, spreading a world-shattering atmosphere.

"The eight tribes were born, guarding Buddhism, and suppressing demons!" the old monk shouted.

There was a big black hole on Mount Sumeru, and teams of strong men rushed out from it, all of them had different appearances, and they were definitely not human beings. , mysterious!

"Eighth Heavenly Dragons!" Qi Luo changed color, they had seen a lot of losses last time.

These are the Yaksha, Gandharva, Asura, Garuda and other eight celestial dragons. They are all mysterious and powerful races. After returning to Buddhism, they became Dharma protectors.

"Buddhist is really not a good person, these should be rare ancient powerhouses, but they were turned into cultists by them, and they were reduced to thugs.

Whoever said that Buddhism was born, these are all strong, gathered together, and became a subversive force that can sweep across a field at a critical moment.

Ye Fan already had a sword in his hand, pointing at Mount Sumeru, but there seemed to be an ancient emperor awakening, releasing an incomparable and majestic force that resisted him.

On Mount Sumeru, the eight tribes took the initiative to suffocate the sky one by one, like a rolling flood, rushing down the mountain, and all of them were astonishingly powerful.

"All of them are saints, there are many people in one group, how powerful is the eight groups?!" Ye Tong changed color.

A long whistle came from the ancient Jinpeng beside Ye Fan, and his golden feathers were dazzling.

Boom!

It slammed its wings horizontally, as if clenching a fist, and when it went up, it killed several golden birds.

"This seems to be a kind of boxing with such great power!" Yan Yixi whispered, and the people behind were moved.

Dapeng King Fist!

This is what Gu Jinpeng felt when he watched Ye Fan's creation of Tiandi Quan, standing on his shoulders and realizing the magical powers under the Bodhi tree.

"Pfft", "Pfft"...

Blood splattered, god feathers were messy, golden-winged Dapeng unleashed his king fist, and killed all the bird gods cleanly and neatly.

Everyone was surprised, and the old monk and a group of Arhats on Mount Sumeru also changed color. This ancient Jinpeng has reached the realm of heavenly kings, and is about to become a great sage, and this kind of supernatural power is too powerful!

There was a roar from Mount Sumeru, and the virtual door rushed out of many golden bird gods again, filling up the eight tribes, which surprised Ye Tong and others.

"These are not the real body, not the original eight tribes, but the mind power of Mount Sumeru." Princess Shencan said.

"Brothers, what are you waiting for, come with me, cut off the eight tribes, and make them never appear again." Longma shouted.

It took out an ancient tablet with the word "Heavenly Soldier" engraved on it, and urged it together with ten holy kings, including the nine-tailed crocodile dragon, the golden lion, and the black bear saint. In an instant, the wind was blowing, the evil spirit was overwhelming, and people were everywhere. , shouting to kill Zhentian Yuyu.

One hundred thousand celestial soldiers appeared out of thin air, slaying forward like dark clouds one after another. After so many years of running in, Ryoma and the others could really exert some of the divine power of the ancient stele of the celestial soldiers.

These 100,000 celestial soldiers and the eight great armies have the same effect, and the killing is inexhaustible, limitless, and shocking the world.

Swords, lights, swords and shadows, blood and rain are flying, war drums are thundering, magic weapons are in the sky, this place is in chaos, and the screams are deafening, almost overturning the universe.

At the end of the fight, the eight tribes were dim, and the 100,000 celestial soldiers slowly disappeared, returning to the stone tablet, where peace was restored.

Clearly saw the blood splashing chalk, murderous in the vertical and horizontal, all of which disappeared.

"Amitabha, you are too obsessed with your benefactor, you must know that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and there is no turning back." The old monk said bitterly, with a sad look on his face.

"Let my disciple come back." Ye Fan said calmly.

"The fate of your master and apprentice is exhausted, and you need to know how to let go in life, so turn around and leave." The old monk said with his hands together, staring at the dark red sword in Ye Fan's hand, extremely fearful.

"Monk Bird, shut up for me!" Longma reprimanded, listening to the other side's mouth full of compassion, such a falsehood, he couldn't help but want to curse, there was no reason to say it.

"Is this what you said there are only Buddhas and Principles left in this place?" Ye Fan snorted coldly and commented: "Empty and silent!"

At this moment, he started to walk, staring at the boundless Buddha light on Mount Sumeru, advancing under great pressure, holding a dark red fairy sword, pointing at the old monk, ready to start.

"It is not what I thought to kill to stop the war. I have sinned and sinned, Amitabha Buddha. The great devil is pressing, and Lao Na has no choice but to kill. Please forgive me." The old monk recited a mantra.

With a loud bang, an infinite Buddha light appeared behind him, he roared loudly, the ground shook, and the entire Mount Sumeru seemed to have recovered. He wanted to suppress Ye Fan with the power of teaching. [To be continued.