Chapter 196: Broken tail and seeking life

Author: Qingfengsanren

Chapter 196: Broken tail and seeking life

Don't return to the north of the sea.

The Buddha's name that resounded throughout the world made the Scorpion King feel as if he was facing a great enemy, and he left Jiang Yuebai and fled.

Jiang Yuebai was almost buried underground and couldn't get out. After all, he finally crawled out of the ground with a flower pot.

She shook off all the dust, stood up from the gravel hill, looking back at the battlefield south, and was shocked by the magnificent yellow sand golden lotus.

The temple on the mountain is like a tomb, and the golden lotus made of yellow sand is born under the tomb to commemorate the dead.

Jiang Yuebai moved his eyes away from the yellow sand golden lotus and looked at the small and unignorable figure in the sky.

Obviously, looking at her, the figure was not as big as a palm, but it made Jiang Yuebai feel like he was staring at the golden light of the scorching sun, which was so dazzling.

That momentum reminded Jiang Yuebai of the first time he met the Supreme Elder.

"Is that... a God-turning?"

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On the battlefield, people bowed their heads and the monsters scattered.

Even the three Nascent Soul-stage monsters that had not emerged from the ground decisively fled and did not dare to compete with the God Transformation.

The Jindan Zhenren of Wuzong and other disciples looked pale and stayed there and did not dare to move.

The people of the Buddha Sect were ecstatic and worshipped with their hands together, because the old man with white bearded faces was wearing a cassock and holding a Zen staff in his hand, and was a Buddha.

The earth shook and the wind raged, but no matter how hard Rusheng tried, the old monk just needed to stand there, and the yellow sand lotus began to collapse from the top, and the sand poured down like a waterfall.

"Ruosheng, haven't you shown your form yet?"

The old monk asked softly, and the yellow sand rolled up a slender tornado from the ground, went straight into the sky, gathered into a human form in front of the old monk, and turned back to the appearance of a monk in white.

Seeing him, everyone's eyes suddenly burned.

Ruosheng's eyes were blood red, he stared at the old monk, and his voice squeezed out from his teeth.

"If you didn't come back then, why did you come today!!"

Ruosheng had seen the portrait of an old monk at his master. According to his seniority, he had to call him Master Master Wuchen!

"Amitabha, I'm late, but it's not too late for you. Let's go back to the Vajra Platform with me. This is also your master's wish."

"Don't mention him to me! It was your Vajra Platform who didn't want him at the beginning! It was your Vajra Platform who refused to save him when he saw that he was dead, and he watched the Prajna Temple demise. You don't care for so many years? Now I want to take revenge, why do you want me?

Is it the shore to turn back?”

If he roared angryly, Monk Wuchen would always be calm.

"At that time, the ghost clan of Minghai Seal, I, the two gods of Guiyuan Sword Sect and Tianyan Sect, worked together, and they spent too much money on their origins, so that their cultivation almost fell from the Nascent Soul."

"I have been in seclusion until today. When I came out of seclusion, I saw the letter written by your master. He said that he had accepted a good disciple and said that he wanted to send you to the Vajra Platform and give it to me for teaching."

"When something happened in Prajna Temple, Vajra Platform did not receive any letters of help. Later, when I found out, it was too late. Although I was in seclusion these years, Vajra Platform had visited the Liusha Domain many times to find the surviving disciples of Prajna Temple. Now Vajra Platform is now a Vajra Platform.

On the sect mission list, this mission is still in a conspicuous place.”

"Enough!" Ruosheng interrupted Monk Wuchen, "What's the use of telling me about these things now? My master is dead, and the Prajna Temple is gone!"

Monk Wuchen sighed, "You know that people cannot be resurrected by death, why should you implicate innocent people?"

"Innocent?" Ruosheng sneered, "Aren't the people in Prajna Temple innocent? Have they considered innocent when they killed themselves? Isn't it good to kill all these sinful people and build the Pure Land of Buddha again?

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Wu Chen clasped his hands together, "The world has all the ways, the evil will not exist, the good will live forever, and those who have a murderous intention will be killed will be punished in the world, and in the vastness. If you are born, you will become a demon if you continue like this."

Ruosheng shook his sleeves, "If the Buddha does not save me, I will abandon Buddha and become a demon! I will not ask about the cause and effect of the world, but only seek to be ashamed of my heart! If you block me today, I will burn my jade and stones, and I will step over you!"

"As long as I still have a breath, I will destroy all the eight major sects in the Liusha Domain and rebuilt the Prajna Temple on their corpses to commemorate the dead souls!"

If Sheng's body disperses, rolls up the yellow sand and turns into thousands of butcher knives, killing everyone below.

"Amitabha."

With the Buddha's name, the yellow sand butcher knife dissipated silently in the horrified eyes of everyone.

The wind was blowing heavily, and the wind and sand were everywhere. Ruosheng gathered the giant yellow sand hands again and slapped the crowd hard.

The huge palm, which was as powerful as a thousand pounds, dissipated silently again.

Gathered again and again and dispersed again and again.

No matter how hard I work, this is true.

"Why? Why?"

Powerlessness and despair erupted in Ruosheng's heart. Monk Wuchen just stood there quietly and could be like a god and Buddha.

All his years of hard work were in vain, and he could not do anything, so he could watch these damn people, from fear to frivolity, with ridicule in his eyes, and never regretted it...

Buddha, why should we protect these evil people?

Where is his Buddha?

"If you live, don't be obsessed with me and go back with me."

If he appeared in his body, he was as white as snow, standing among the disciples of the sects holding butchers' knives and covered in blood, without any dust.

Ruosheng's eyes were blood red, and there was a little wetness in his eyes. His clenched fists gradually loosened and he smiled.

"It seems that today, it's really not good."

As soon as the words came to an end, if the origin was burning wildly, the whole sea of ​​non-returning, the yellow sand floated up in the air, and every grain of sand was shining brightly.

Just like on the day of birth, the golden light tear through the darkness and illuminates the world.

In the mirage in the light, a temple appeared, a Bodhi tree appeared, and a monk who could not see his face clearly under the tree was sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures.

"When I observe the Bodhisattva, the deep Prajna Paramita, I see that the five aggregates are empty, and I will overcome the suffering and troubles..."

Among the sounds of Sanskrit, the surging spiritual power of heaven and earth was compressed and condensed in every grain of sand, and with the will of the will of the burial of jade and stones, everything was about to be buried.

Everyone was suppressed in place, feeling the fear and despair of death.

"well……"

With a faint sigh, Monk Wuchen threw out the purple gold bowl, and the huge power swept across the entire Buguihai in an instant.

All the sand with the will of life gathered into a river, rolled upside down, and was sucked into the purple gold bowl.

The strong wind was furious, and if he was unwilling to be angry, even if he fought for everything and exhausted his origin, he would still be unable to compete with Monk Wuchen.

The "body" is about to be swallowed up by the purple gold bowl, and Ruosheng's rage sounds throughout the world.

"Wuchen bald donkey, when I return, I will definitely break up this quicksand domain!!"

boom!

The sand in the purple gold bowl suddenly exploded, and the aftermath swept across Liuhe, and everyone was beaten away by the waves of air.

If you die and die, you will die and survive, a handful of yellow sand will disappear out of thin air.

Monk Wuchen stood in the sandstorm all over the sky without moving, and turned to look north.

At the same time, on the gravel hill in the north, the flower pot that Jiang Yuebai placed on the ground suddenly broke open, and a stream of yellow sand rushed out, reaching her face.

At the critical moment, the talisman light shone around the flower pot, and the thin stream of yellow sand hit the barrier of the formation light.

Bang! Bang bang!

Jiang Yuebai was on guard and retreated, watching the yellow sand flowing so fast that it kept hitting the barrier.

Fortunately, after Mo Baichun passed by, she was prepared for everything and embedded a array plate under the flower pot early in case.

"Jiang Yuebai, don't you want spiritual objects in heaven and earth? As long as you make your heart and vow to avenge Prajna Temple, I will destroy my spiritual consciousness and let you devour it!!"

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