Although the three of them took action at the same time, there was still a first and a last in the subtle points. When two of them grabbed a corner of the robe, they immediately said happily: "This is mine!"

The two looked at each other, and the fierce light was shining everywhere, and they were about to fight for it. However, a violent force was transmitted from their palms to their bodies. The power was peaceful and violent, compassionate and unyielding, and it swept around them in the blink of an eye.

The two of them immediately looked dull. The last one was about to persuade them to fight, but they saw the two friends suddenly not moving and felt that they could not enter. When they stepped forward, their bodies exploded one after another.

The flesh and blood burst inch by inch, spilling the man's face, like a blood man. Such a cruel scene immediately scared the man silly. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that he no longer coveted the Thousand Buddhas' robes, shouted, and fled back frantically.

But how could the monk from the Pure Land Sect ask this little thief to escape? In the cave-opened Great Hall, a monk took a leisurely step out, shrank a thousand feet into one step, and walked up to the robes. The monk bent over happily and watched for a while, then straightened his waist and grabbed it.

The big hand with golden light flashed appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the man in black who had already flown over the wall. The monk didn't ask why, and tightened his five fingers and immediately pinched the man into a ball of meat paste.

Such a cruel scene made Tang Cheng's forehead chill, so cruel! If Tang Cheng was discovered, his fate would be very jealous. Thinking of this, Tang Cheng would not dare to move at all, and he regretted joining in the fun.

[The Master is above, I can’t be curious!]

Immediately afterwards, four old monks walked out of the Great Hall. One of them recited a scripture, and countless golden lights shone out of thin air. They merged into the bodies of many monks like sweet rain. The monks on the bluestone square immediately recovered their energy and stood up to salute to the five monks.

After the ceremony, a thin old monk slowly grabbed the Thousand Buddhas' robes, felt its magnificent power carefully, and said with tears in his eyes: "It is indeed a top-grade magical artifact. Thousands of years of hard work have not been wasted. With this treasure, my Pure Land Sect can pass on its inheritance and be fearless!"

"Senior Brother Tanluan, don't be sad! Our Pure Land Sect also has a top-grade magical weapon. No one dares to underestimate us any more. You should be happy!"

"That is, the Pudu Zen Buddhism has been pressing us all the time with its nine-ring Zen stick. After today, we will let them know that our Pure Land Sect is the well-deserved first Buddhist Sect in Middle-earth."

"Haha, Junior Brother Tan Nian has said this. The foundation of Nalanda Temple is not comparable to that of us!" Although Na Tan Luan was excited, he also knew where the limit of Pure Land Sect was.

"Naranta Temple is self-congratulated and is invincible. Sooner or later, it will be completely surpassed by our Pure Land Sect. Senior Brother, although it is difficult to refine this Thousand Buddha robes, it is a feasible way. Will we refine one more piece?"

Suddenly, when a monk made such a suggestion, everyone was moved. Although they were already spiritual monks, their breathing was two heavy because the prospect was too wonderful.

If the Pure Land Sect can refine ten thousand Buddha robes, the throne of the first sect in the Middle Land may not be able to be moved. You should know that Nalanda Temple is just two top-grade artifacts.

Tang Cheng's breathing was cut off and he used all his strength to activate the Vajra Fetal Treasure Dharma. He didn't even dare to look at the two old monks. His whole body was like a drop of water in a big river, inconspicuous.

"Make another one?"

Hearing this, Tang Cheng curled his lips and despised him, he became more and more careful. The monks of the Pure Land Sect are all crazy. Is it so easy to make the top-grade artifacts? It’s just a joke, but then again, why haven’t the Jie Lei’s grandmother come yet?

In Middle Earth, it is said that once a magic weapon is refined, it will inevitably go through the test of many demonic disasters. Tang Cheng did not believe in this at all. The reason is very simple. When he refined the wind and thunder wings, no disaster came at all. But now, Tang Cheng hopes that this matter is true.

Hiding under the eyelids of the five soul monks, even the thick nerves as big as Tang Cheng could not withstand them and could be torn to pieces at any time. That feeling was very bad.

Having said that, Tang Cheng was just curious and didn't think about doing anything bad, but he was so embarrassed. It was really not fair enough to be so embarrassed. However, the guys from the Pure Land Sect are obviously not very mentally, so Tang Cheng decided to continue to lurk and not be as knowledgeable as them.

Soon, a cup of tea passed. Just when Tangcheng was about to despair, dark clouds in the sky gathered together, covering the scorching sun hanging in the sky.

A dull pressure came down, as if a big stone was pressed on his chest, making people breathless. Tang Cheng said intimately: Good opportunity. As long as these monks distract the gods of heaven, Tang Cheng could take the opportunity to escape.

The dark clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and Tang Cheng knew this clearly without looking up. At this moment, his chest seemed to be pressing down on a mountain. Tang Cheng was not only not anxious, but was overjoyed, wishing he could double the thunder. It would be better to knock these cruel guys out of their own life.

The five old monks arranged many monks in the Bluestone Square into the Main Hall, and the five of them fought against the heavenly tribulation. As long as they resisted the bombardment of thunder, the Thousand Buddhas' robes were veritable top-grade artifacts. Tan Luan, the lord of the Pure Land Sect, wore a cassock and lived in the middle, while the other four lived in all directions to prevent anyone from making trouble. One of them was only a hundred steps away from Tangcheng, which was so close to the monks.

With Tangcheng's endless expectations, thunder finally arrived.

In an instant, the world was snow-white, as if the moonlight shone on the earth, but it was just an illusion that the white thunder and raindrops struck down, as if it was about to reverse the universe.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Tanluan recited the Buddha's name and the Thousand Buddhas' robes on his body immediately responded. Three thousand Buddhas recited the Buddha's name at the same time. This is the power of the Thousand Buddhas' robes. It can endlessly enhance the power of the master's magic, as long as the person can control this powerful power.

Eight apertures suddenly rose behind Monk Tanluan. Within the aperture, Buddha, Bodhisattva, Luoha, and Tianlong circled, and an extremely powerful aura soared into the sky. Monk Tanluan experienced this unprecedented powerful force and suddenly felt that he was not angry. He suddenly punched.

"Boom!" This explosion was even more explosive than thunder. A golden pillar of light soared into the sky, and even made a big hole in the catastrophe cloud. A ray of sunlight projected from the cave, just shining on Monk Tanluan. At this moment, Monk Tanluan was like a messenger bathing in the Buddha's light.

Monk Tanluan was full of confidence in overcoming this heavenly disaster. Originally, there were only seven apertures behind him, so he was already the number one master of the Pure Land Sect. The rest of the others were in the six or five apertures.

However, Tanluan only initially practiced the Thousand Buddhas' robes and increased the aperture to eight paths. Once Tanluan completely practiced it, he would definitely be able to push this technique to an unprecedented level.

In history, no Pure Land monk who practiced the "Sutra of the Past Solemnity and Calamity" was able to reach more than nine paths, but now with the Thousand Buddhas' robes, this record will surely be broken.

The Qiyun seemed to be angry, and the violent thunder rushed down, as if to destroy the entire Buddha Heart Temple. However, Tanluan laughed and soared into the sky. A celestial dragon thought came out, wrapping up her slender golden body, resisting all the thunder.

Tang Cheng felt lost. The heavenly tribulation of this top-grade artifact is far from the four-nine heavenly tribulation of the cultivator, and it cannot pose a fatal threat to Monk Tanluan.

Tang Cheng gritted his teeth. If he didn't leave at this moment, it would be more difficult to escape after the heavenly tribulation. Moreover, Tang Cheng was 40% sure that this monk would not chase him.

His body flashed violently, and a golden lotus bloomed at the foot of Tang Cheng in the blink of an eye. The next step was dozens of miles away. The old monk who was very close to him suddenly turned around, his eyes swollen and incredible.

He was surprised, surprised that a guy in the Arhat Fruit position could hide his spiritual consciousness. This was simply impossible. After changing his body, the monk was about to catch up with Tang Cheng and capture him.

However, he immediately thought about it and wondered whether this was the enemy's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain. If the Thousand Buddhas' robes were lost due to his carelessness, he would not be able to forgive himself until his death.
Chapter completed!