Chapter 249 After 80,000 calamities, the pigeon body has not been taken off
"Certainly!"
The forty-nine lion-headed gods spoke in unison, imprisoning subtle changes in the sky.
Curse!
These dead puppets can actually use the magical powers of monks?
Wu Hui almost stared out of his eyes. He looked at Ran Xu and Ran Fa, who looked indifferent, and then looked at the old monk Ran Qing, who had his hands on his hips and laughed wildly. He was totally in disbelief.
He has seen lion beads before, but he has never witnessed the true power of this magical weapon, and has always been in the dark.
The old monk Ranqing regarded this magical instrument as his own son and kept it tied to his wrist all year round. He loved it so much that he couldn't bear to take it off.
Amize's secret text...
Wuhui murmured to himself, his face thoughtful.
Human body is hard to come by, Buddhism is hard to hear, and spirituality is even harder to find.
He once used the saying that a needle is threaded through a high mountain to explain the difficulty of finding human body, spirit and spirit.
"Suppose there is a person on Mount Sumeru holding a slender thread down. There is a person holding a needle shadow. There is a strong wind in the air. It is difficult for the strand to enter the needle hole. The human body is more difficult than this."
Throw a needle into the sea and you will still get what you seek.
It is rare to lose one's life.
Being able to understand written words, know etiquette, and then understand the principles, and participate in nature, these are all merits of human body, nature and spirit.
Monsters and monsters die hundreds of times, survive thunder disasters, refine their bones, and escape disasters and transform into human bodies, all in order to cultivate human bodies and gain spirituality.
Once you lose your human body, you will never recover it for a thousand kalpas. After eighty thousand kalpas, you will not be able to get rid of your dove body.
The existence of spirituality is extremely rare.
The secret text of Amize is a great magic handed down from Leiyin Temple. It is the magical power of Zongzong and the foundation of the holy land.
It specializes in enlightenment, is best at enlightening the soul, and refining falsehood into truth.
Amize's former name was Great Zen Master Guangde. He was the abbot of the old Leiyin Temple. His Zen philosophy was as profound as the vast abyss and possessed the nature of Buddha. When he was alive, the Taoist lineage was so suppressed that it had no breathing space and retreated continuously.
After the great Zen Master Guangde cultivated to the extreme level of immortality and became invincible in the world, he became complacent and became arrogant and domineering.
He changed the Leiyin Temple to the Great Leiyin Temple, and his own Buddhist name, Guangde, was also changed to Amitabha.
The Amitabha Secret Text, the enlightenment magical power created by Zen Master Guangde, was originally called the Amitabha Secret Text in the era of Guleiyin Temple.
One word difference, one thought difference.
Zen masters have the desire to be honored as ancestors, but they do not have the destiny to become Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
On the night when Zen Master Guangde changed his name to Amitabha, there was a thunderstorm, and half of the Leiyin Temple was reduced to dust. Half of the monks above the middle three realms died. Zen Master Guangde's body was chopped into pieces, and his Taoism was reduced to ashes. Ash.
Later, the monks of Leiyin Temple were afraid of heavenly magic and took the initiative to cut off the word "big" in front of the temple name, and the Amitabha cipher text was also changed to the Amita cipher text.
Wuhui had also studied this magical power before, but it was too difficult and inconsistent with his own way, so in the end he just gave up.
Now it seems that these lion-headed gods have moving eyes and lifelike flesh and blood. They have obviously been enlightened by the secret text and have transcended the category of dead objects.
"How to fight this..."
Wuhui touched his bald head and muttered to himself.
Among the lightning and flint, forty-nine rays of blazing light rushed towards Baizhu's stiff and motionless figure. Their three-foot-tall pagoda-like bodies were majestic and majestic, radiating murderous intent.
boom!!!
All the fields are shaken!
The void was annihilated silently, ripples spread, and the power of thousands of hurricanes rolled and raged, creating chaos.
In the center of the chaos, Baizhu's figure was suddenly missing.
Wu Hui frowned slightly and looked around, preparing to use his divine eyes to search for traces of Bai Shu.
Suddenly, there was a clear whistle.
"Certainly!"
"crack!"
The handsome young man suddenly appeared. He pointed solemnly and spoke in a deep voice.
The curse came instantly, and when the lion-headed god was imprisoned by an inexplicable force, dozens of large cracks in the void instantly intertwined, as dense as a net, with a terrifying aura.
The two lion-headed gods were unable to avoid it, and were immediately swept into the center by the cracks in the void, and were twisted into dozens of uneven sections.
"fire!"
Several lion-headed gods instantly summoned heavenly fire, wreaking havoc without end, but were defused by Bai Shu with the same spell.
Techniques such as Yushu Thunder, Spells, Flying Sword, Great Peacock Light, and even Divine Elephant Fist, Seven Steps of Lotus, etc. have not been used for a long time.
In the brutal fights again and again, Baizhu's skills became more and more skillful, becoming more and more powerful and handy.
It is like a piece of iron embryo, which is being carved away by external forces little by little, leaving only the perfect iron base material.
The lion-headed god will not die, no matter whether it is "cracked" and shattered by a curse at the beginning, or later decapitated with a flying sword or exploded with thunder.
As soon as those lion-headed priests died, they turned into small round glass beads carved with lion heads. But in an instant, a new lion-headed god appeared again.
Neither birth nor death, neither increase nor decrease...
The battle had lasted for an unknown amount of time. Bai Shu only felt that his true energy was almost at its bottom, but the lion-headed god's blows became heavier and heavier, towering like a mountain.
"Bind!"
He roared loudly, and with his left hand he shot out layers of large shields of five colors, holding back the vajra that was piercing his face. His right hand showed the power of shaking the mountains, and pressed hard on the head of the bound lion-headed god.
boom!!!
The lion's head was punched into the stomach with a seal, and thousands of golden lights burst out, turning into slimy lion beads again.
Bai Shu turned around again and struck a palm, and the sword light from his palm penetrated his body and pierced several lion-headed gods behind him who wanted to sneak attack.
"retreat!"
"retreat!"
"retreat!"
When Bai Shu Yu Jian wanted to continue the pursuit, in the distance, several lion-headed gods who had recovered their bodies from the glass beads roared loudly.
The inexplicable force pulled instantly, and Bai Shu's sword light was pulled away far away.
Several fists as big as mountains seized the opportunity, penetrated the billowing void, and stamped hard on the sword light, beating Baizhu who was caught off guard until he vomited blood.
Swish——
The golden sacred tree stretches out thousands of silk ribbons, the big umbrella blows the sky wind, and contains all things. A sword of wisdom, Yuanjue, wants to cut off the five senses... Exploring the dragon's claws, seven dozen Suzakus, the Seal of the Lord, pure
Divine light...
The forty-nine lion-headed gods are constantly changing from life to death and reincarnating from death. Infinite magical powers burst out from their hands, creating a great and majestic power.
Baizhu held up the five-color light as a barrier, while constantly absorbing the energy of heaven and earth to restore the injured body, while fighting fiercely, using all kinds of magical powers in turn, fighting desperately.
Can't be beaten to death...
How do you defeat this unbeatable monster?
Bai Shufang swung his sword to cut off half of the head of a lion-headed god, but was dragged down by several others and suffered a heavy blow from the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist.
"This is little Doyle."
Seeing Bai Shu being knocked away by a punch, the old monk Ran Qing kept hesitating and smiled:
"Are you convinced?"
"Are you the first level of Vajra?"
Bai Shu stepped out of the pit, raised his arms high, and transformed into a five-color pagoda, crushing several lion-headed gods.
"Forty-nine unbeatable first-level Vajra?"
Baizhu yelled with some grief and anger, pressed down with a palm, and crushed a sneaking figure on the ground into powder.
"Are you convinced?" Ran Qing smiled and narrowed his eyes. Although he saw the cold light of the Bai Shu sword and several lion-headed gods being torn apart, he was still calm.
"Say that you are convinced, and I will be merciful and let you go."
"I'm convinced." Bai Zhu said without thinking.
"..."
After a moment of silence, Ran Qing waved his hands vigorously and shouted:
