Chapter 1495 The New Master of Xumi

.. With a bang, the power of belief on Mount Sumeru surged, and a small Mount Sumeru appeared behind the old monk, which was completely built with the power of thought. ()..

It is said to be a trumpet, but compared with ordinary mountains, it is still huge and boundless. .

Everyone's color changed, which clearly showed a kind of extreme power, and there were wisps of Emperor Qi dripping down, shocking people's hearts.

Moreover, the suppression of this mountain is too fast, so huge, it is directly crushed, and it is almost impossible to avoid it.

Longma scolded and said, "The thief is really hypocritical, full of compassion, just to buy time to build this mountain, your uncle!"

Ye Fan moved, and his whole body burst into a thousand zhang light in an instant. He stepped on a golden magic circle and walked with great strides.

Chi!

A red glow flew up, and the long sword in his hand shot a dazzling fairy light, smashing the "Sumer Mountain" under the suppression, and he himself was moving forward.

This is a veritable hard shake, and the fight is just a burst of energy, and you can't back down.

Because, the old monk is by no means the leader of Mount Sumeru. If he is afraid of him, then there is no need to fight in the future.

Ye Fan's preparation for such a long time has also raised his mana to the top. The two of them can be said to have used the strongest blow, and they collided and collapsed!

The landslide and the shattering sword light were like a turbulent sea, and a terrifying collision occurred, which was boundless.

Everyone's discoloration, how terrifying Mt. Sumeru is, and actually blocking the blow of the emperor's weapon, the power of belief is huge and tyrannical, which is appalling.

"The aura of the Great Emperor is permeating the air. This power of thought is the seed planted by Amitabha Buddha. It has been blessed by all beings. It is already against the sky!" The Taoist Shencan said suddenly.

The crowd heard. All were taken aback.

The Taoist God Silkworm was drunk, holding a wine gourd in his hand, looking very decadent. This is the first time he has spoken in front of people.

"The water in the Western Desert is deep. It's true. I really don't know what kind of terrifying arrangement Amitabha Buddha left on this mountain." Qi Luo said to himself. Everyone's heart sank.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless and there is a shore." The old monk was very indifferent, standing halfway up the mountain, and the monastery behind him was magnificent, which set him off as sacred and peaceful.

Ye Fan snorted coldly, this time he rushed forward directly, the killing sword in his hand vibrated violently, he swung four swords one after another, his divine power surged, and all fell on Mount Sumeru.

"Donor, you are obsessed. There is a way, who can sing all the way in life, there must be a choice, Amitabha." The old monk recited the Buddha. Behind him, another Mount Sumeru, made of mind power, rose up. Press forward.

In the back, people all gritted their teeth. This kind of hypocrisy is more hateful than the real villain. Ryoma hated so much that he wanted to step him out of the sixteen petals with one hoof, and directly stepped on his face to bloom.

Ye Fan sneered again and again, this time the sword qi was extraordinarily strong, and the four paths merged into one.

"No!" The people behind screamed.

The old monk smiled, the surrounding sea-like psychic power surged, dazzling, psychic power recovered, he was about to become one with the entire Mount Sumeru, controlling the endless supreme power.

Chi!

The sword glows in all directions, colliding with the power of belief, turning the river into the sea, the entire sky is greatly destroyed, and it is terrifying.

At this time, Ye Fan was silent, with a cauldron of the mother of all things suspended above his head, and the cauldron was facing down, pouring out a galaxy-like light.

Boom!

There is a third power in this place. It is extremely strong, extremely terrifying, and it is also a power of faith, but it is incompatible with the one on Mount Sumeru. The two meet, burn violently, and devour each other.

In just an instant, a vacuum appeared in front of him, and a path was cut out.

The monk changed color, because Ye Fan rushed over like lightning, the immortal sword in his hand vibrated, smashed through the sea of ​​psychic power, and approached him.

The emergence of the third force broke the balance in an instant, Ye Fan was forced to a certain distance, and Zhenjian was about to kill the monk.

In this process, his consumption was enormous, and the accumulation of Dingzhong over the years was almost bottomed out in an instant, which was incomparable to the majestic belief of Mount Sumeru.

Ye Fan didn't go to Mount Sumeru, because it was the Dragon Pool and Tiger's Den, and he couldn't get into it at all. No matter how many times the mind power in his cauldron was a hundred times or ten thousand times more, it would be too far.

However, when he approached, next to the giant mountain, the power of faith destroyed the previous balance. Although the opportunity was a momentary, it was enough for Ye Fan, who was good at capturing fighter planes.

The sword qi broke through the sky and burst into bright rays of light. Although most of them were cancelled out, one of them still slashed on the monk's body. With a puff, the head rolled down and blood splashed.

"No!" the old monk shouted, unable to believe this fact.

He stood on the halfway of Mount Sumeru and was actually beheaded. This was too terrifying. The loophole was caught in just an instant, killing him.

"Ah..." He only had time to let out the last shout, and his body exploded into a cloud of blood.

Ye Fan swayed his body, stepped on the line, and when the overwhelming power of faith counterattacked, he resolutely retreated, and at the same time slashed with the killing sword to block the power of thought.

"master!"

"Ancient Buddha!"

Halfway up the mountain, dozens of Arhats shouted, but nothing changed. The old monk turned into a pool of blood, and his body and spirit were destroyed.

"Well killed, this thief is bald and full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but he is too hypocritical, so he should be killed with a sword." Longma shouted happily.

Ye Fan retreated and looked at the cauldron of all things, the thought power accumulated over the years was almost dried up, and when facing Mount Sumeru, it melted into nothingness in seconds.

"This mountain is terrifying!" Ye Fan sighed, fortunately, he never cared about the power of faith and never planned to train it into his body.

"When..." The bell sounded lingeringly, and the light of the entire Mount Sumeru suddenly blazed many times, like a mythical pure land, making people want to suffocate.

On the top of the mountain, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, illuminating the entire vast western desert.

Ye Fan and the others backed up, then rose into the air, and continued to fly upwards until they were flush with the top of the mountain and looked forward.

The ancient temple on the top of the mountain is magnificent, simple and atmospheric. very spectacular. Like an immortal fairy tower, the tiles and the ridge of the house are dyed with a layer of holy light.

A rusted bronze plaque hangs on the ancient temple in the center. There are several characters engraved on it, iron painted silver hooks, vigorous and powerful. It is the four characters of "Da Leiyin Temple".

Everyone frowned and didn't say anything else, but this bronze plaque was amazing. It was nourished by the emperor's energy, and there is still a terrifying fluctuation in the air!

The big bell is long, deafening, and the bell is huge. It hangs behind the Daleiyin Temple, and the Buddha's light shines on it. There is also the spirit of the emperor.

"It's not the Great Emperor's Soldier, but many things were used by Amitabha Buddha, and he even made it by himself. It's terrifying."

The crowd sighed. This Mount Sumeru is bound to be difficult to attack, and even if there are imperial weapons, it may not be able to resist.

at this time. The big bell stopped shaking, and the summit of Mount Sumeru was peaceful, with bursts of Zen singing, like bodhisattvas and Buddhas in the heavens.

In front of the Daleiyin Temple, there is a dead tree with branches stretching like a horned dragon, very mysterious.

"Bodhi Fairy Tree!"

Ye Fan's heart moved, and then he was relieved. This is the previous life of the Bodhi tree. It is different from other immortal medicines.

Chan singing incessantly makes the entire Mount Sumeru temple look solemn and solemn, sacred and pure, filled with thoughts, and is with all beings.

The purple-gold tiles, the magnificent temples, and the metallic luster in the lavender make this place more and more mysterious and imposing at a glance.

"Amitabha, good, good." An old Buddha's name sounded in the Daleiyin Temple.

Then, the door opened, and many golden-bodied Arhats appeared, all with Buddha light behind their heads, sacred and majestic, followed by Dharma Protector Vajra, the most famous four Vajra positions, all of which have been inherited in this life.

Dharma-Splashing Vajra, Victory Vajra, Vigorous Vajra, and Eternal Vajra, each one is more serious than the other, with Buddha-like energy permeating the air. The four are incomparably tall and powerful.

The most famous ones are the Four Heavenly Kings, the Heavenly King of Chiguo in the East, the Heavenly King of Growth in the South, the Heavenly King of Guangmu in the West, and the Heavenly King of Duowen in the North, all of them glaring furiously, the most divine and holy.

The hearts of the people in Tianzhi Village are all sinking. The Buddhist background is too deep, and all these people have appeared.

What appeared later was the bodhisattva of the heavens and the ancient Buddha, which is more fortunate. There are only a few in total, and they cannot be compared with the ancient times.

According to legend, in the time when Emperor Amitabha was alive, there were many bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas, sitting cross-legged in the heavens, and the Buddha's light shone for hundreds of millions of miles.

However, the hearts of everyone hadn't completely let go, and they suddenly sank again, because an old monk walked out of the Daleiyin Temple, and it was obviously a great saint!

This is an ancient Buddha. Although the breath is restrained, it still gives people a pressing pressure. He is not as bright as other monks, and he has some sparse yellow hair, like weeds. The face is full of folds, like dried oranges, very old, and the body is dry, but the hidden blood is terrifying.

"It's him, the ancient Buddha of Moke, you are still alive!" Princess Shencan immediately raised her eyes.

"Amitabha, the old monk's practice has not been completed, he can't Nirvana, he can only breathe, and continue to stay in this world." This old monk with sparse yellow hair clasped his hands together, a look of sorrow.

In the past, Fighting Victory Buddha had a fierce battle with him, and finally suppressed him under Mount Sumeru, never thought that he would be freed now.

"Sure enough, everything is caused by you." Princess Shencan's eyes were cold.

"The four poor monks are all empty, and I don't know what the donor means." Mo Kegu Buddha's face was compassionate, calm and calm.

"Chong"

At this moment, nine kinds of fairy lights shone from the whole body of Princess Shencan, and the clanging voices were incessant, and pieces of armor covered her graceful body. Mishan shook for a while.

Ancient emperor battle clothes!

This is the immortal garment of the ancient emperor of Shencanling who has undergone ten transformations and is finally invincible in heaven and earth.

At this moment, Princess Shencan was dazzling, and her whole body was flowing with treasures. Her whole body was like a heroic goddess of war.

Even the saints trembled in the face of her, which was an irresistible aura.

On Mount Sumeru, many golden-bodied Arhats were shaking, which was unbearable. However, after Moke Gu Buddha uttered his Buddha's name, everything was the same. A treasure pestle appeared in his right hand, and the purple-gold lustre flowed, revealing the qi that suppressed the eternity.

This is a weapon made by Emperor Amitabha himself - the pestle to conquer the devil!

This imperial artifact has now fallen into the hands of Mo Ke, and there is no worse news than this.

click, click...

Strong and rhythmic footsteps came out, and another person walked out of the Daleiyin Temple, and all the Arhats, King Kong, Bodhisattva, ancient Buddha, etc. all saluted when they saw it.

Even the Great Sage Moke, who was holding the imperial weapon, was very respectful to this person, and he did a half-master salute.

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