The pure light of colored glaze submerged the sea of clouds, the pure land spread, and lotus flowers spread everywhere.
The two vast, seemingly endless golden Buddhas face each other across the clouds and sky. The light shining all over the heavens is shining down, filling everything invisible, as if the entire void has been rendered into a solemn Buddhist pure land.
The momentum of the two golden Buddhas crushed and collided with each other, confronting each other. Pieces of majestic pure lands of spiritual manifestations were born and destroyed, destroyed and reborn, and the light flew fiercely, like rain falling.
Beside the Buddha's Dharma image, countless monks also faced each other, each with solemn expressions and solemn faces.
Storms and clouds are stirring in all directions!!!
This is a strong confrontation between the venerable human beings. It is like the tip of a needle facing a wheat awn. Its power has shocked the past and the present and is unimaginable!
"There are two Buddha schools in the world, and two Zen schools in the north and south."
From a distance watching the battle, an old man with a golden lantern hanging above his head sighed and sighed.
He is an elder of the Xu family in Gaoling, and a great monk in the fifth realm. As a powerful person, he naturally knows many secrets.
"Since the fall of Qi and the collapse of Leiyin Temple, these two lines have become enemies of life and death..."
The elder of the Xu clan looked in awe at the two statues of the Buddha, which were so huge that they almost spanned the sky and the sea, and he was filled with emotion:
"Now, it's finally time to face off!"
Zen sounds were loudly heard in the sky, and smallpox bloomed randomly. While the two golden Buddhas were confronting each other, the situation in the ten states was stirred up.
Countless people have come from far away, and I don’t know how many powerful people are here to watch the battle silently. The clans of the Three Kingdoms, the human heroes of the Holy Land, the clan elders of the twelve giant families...
Different dynasties, different great sects, these giants and venerables who are rare to see, are almost all gathered here at this moment, waiting with bated breath!
"Cizai! What a decision!"
The abbot's eyes were extremely serious. He looked at the ancient blue Buddha in the distance with a black dragon on his feet, solemnly liberated, and sneered:
"You sacrificed all the evil dragon skins, are you determined to seek death?!"
"Brother, why bother to say more? A Dharma Master who has mastered the Six Divine Transformations cannot be allowed to live no matter what. The poor monk will fight to the death to stop you."
The green ancient Buddha smiled calmly, and with this chuckle, the black dragon beneath his feet slowly swam across the sky and let out a long groan.
The rays of light soar into the sky in an instant, with thousands of auspicious colors, like a sacred dragon body made of immortal gold. Its brilliance soars into the sky with majestic glory, running through mountains and rivers, almost filling the entire sky.
Evil dragon skin!
The abbot's face looked ugly.
Faced with this extremely powerful magic weapon, which was made from the corpse of a real dragon in the Leiyin Temple era and was not inferior to the real weapon, even though he had practiced the "Tuga Xiang" to perfection, he could not easily deal with it.
"Brother, your Ten Heart Mirrors and Arhat Gold cannot defeat the True Dragon Relic in my hand."
Cizai, who transformed into a blue ancient Buddha, looked plain:
"Do you still remember that when you and I were not yet enlightened, the poor monk personally sacrificed the evil dragon skin and killed Zihong who had cultivated the power of fate?"
"It seems that this monk Zihong..." Cizai smiled slightly: "Is he still a relative of senior brother?"
"presumptuous!"
"Shut up!"
"The madmen shall be punished!!!"
The venerables of Vajra Temple all changed their expressions, and they all yelled and cursed, extremely angry.
This is an old thing in Vajra Temple, and it is also a dusty old creation that no one dares to mention.
Now that Cizai has told this secret, he is undoubtedly peeling off the old scars and cutting the new wounds with a knife, making it bloody.
Facing the thundering shouts of many Vajra Temple venerables, Ci Zai still smiled unabated. He looked at the abbot with a gloomy face and spoke slowly.
"I know, senior brother, you have sent Guanghui to the Hell of Ten Confusions to punish him for the crimes he concealed, but here, I would like to say a good word for him..."
"In the Vajra Temple, the poor monk has indeed laid out his plans."
Seeing the abbot's expression finally changed, Ci Zai's smile became more mocking:
"Brother, just think about it."
"Finally, I was able to survive from a desperate situation. I waited until someone from the sect came."
"It turns out that the elder he thought was the elder of Vajra Temple was actually the venerable person of Landa Temple."
"At this time——"
"What should an ignorant monk think about?"
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Lotus Market.
Black Sea.
The sight was desolate, with a majestic palace like a hall of giants standing on the sea. With the swaying of the dark water waves, the tiny talisman light was slightly reflected.
Everything in front of me was extremely tall, exuding a heavy and oppressive atmosphere. The sea was full of unsinkable rubble and mountainous ruins, desolate, dilapidated, and lifeless.
Bang!
Wu Ming formed a sword and cut off the roots of a huge lotus flower in the air. The lotus spirit, which was as big as a mountain, screamed and was about to escape when it was covered by Taoist Fei Xuan's compass.
In just a few breaths, as the compass flames exploded, the lotus was quickly burned into charcoal and completely consumed.
"Damn it." Taoist Fei Xuan took back the compass and took a deep breath: "How come there are more and more ghost lotus flowers as you go in, and they can't be killed!"
It has been half a month since their group entered Lianhua Ruins. Along the way, they have been intercepted and killed in four or five waves.
Among them, the most dangerous one was when the three sages of the Landa Temple all sent out together and blew away the mountain range where they were hiding, causing hundreds of miles of land to sink.
If Wuming hadn't moved the void with his divine power, everyone would have been crushed by the vast energy and their bones turned into mud.
However, because of this divine foot power, ignorance and others deviated from the original direction and completely went in the opposite direction.
The area in Lotus Ruins was chaotic, and one step was often thousands of miles away. After several attempts to reposition the anchor, and even almost falling into despair, I finally found the way to the palace.
"Crossing this black sea is the direction of the palace."
Wu Ming flew out a silver sword from the palm of his hand, splitting another attacking lotus spirit monster into two pieces, causing a torrential rain of blood.
"I have used a secret method to send a message to Elder Ran Geng and Elder Ran Qing..." Wu Ming rarely showed a hint of relief: "When they arrive, everything will be worry-free."
Ran Geng——
Mr. Gongyang on the side looked shocked, obviously frightened.
"That Elder Ran Geng is the head of the Bodhi Courtyard?" He asked: "That sacred monk who compiled "Wenhai" in Yedu?"
"Exactly."
"The next Nanchan Master actually visited the Lotus Ruins in person." Mr. Gongyang breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense heartstrings finally relaxed:
"With his supreme cultivation, he must be worry-free..."
puff!
A root as big as a house beam suddenly poked out, like a spear stabbing a Yan family knight. Pang Qing stopped him quickly and crushed it into mud with a slap.
The monsters generated by the lotus in the black sea seemed endless, and they rushed up one after another, forming a vast flower tide. Wu Ming and others did not dare to stop, and struggled to break out of the flower tide, escaping from the situation of being surrounded by ants and being piled to death.
"Hoo, ho..."
In the empty sea, Taoist Fei Xuan gasped for air. He raised his head and was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by a scream.
"have a look!!!"
Song Chizi trembled like chaff, as if he had seen a living ghost for nothing, and could hardly speak in tune:
"Look ahead!!!"
In astonishment, everyone looked forward, all horrified.
Wu Ming's pupils shrank sharply, and he involuntarily took two steps back, his fingers in the monk's robe trembling slightly.
"god!"
Taoist Feixuan was prostrate on the sea surface, almost falling to the ground:
