The ancient pagoda was all white and full of holiness. As Shi Xinchen finished speaking, several auras in the originally breathless Jialan pagoda began to slowly revive...
Shi Xinchen placed Linhuang in the center of the pagoda.
Countless Buddhist powers continued to surround Lin Huang, causing Lin Huang's body to tremble and struggle.
Even though Lin Huang's consciousness was vague at this moment, the Heavenly Shura in his body was roaring crazily, as if he had met the biggest enemy in his life. The power of Buddhism in the Jialan Pagoda invaded the world inside Lin Huang's body one by one, filled with
With the mysterious and compassionate power, he headed towards Heavenly Shura.
"Amitabha……"
In the mighty pagoda, a voice emerged from the silence.
I saw a snow-white soul-body monk walking out of the niche of the pagoda. He appeared in front of Lin Huang, with compassion in his eyes, "Four Buddha relics, I can still control my heart. Lin Huang
The donor has great perseverance and great compassion!"
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
Another voice sounded in the void. Another monk was seen floating out of the niche. If one didn't distinguish them carefully, it would be difficult to tell the difference between the two true Buddhas.
I saw the monk in white floating out from behind, holding a rosary, and walked around the forest wasteland, "It seems that the donor of the forest wasteland is very destined to be my Buddha!"
"ah……"
At this moment, Lin Huang, who was unconscious and struggling on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were stained with blood and his face was ferocious.
Like a monster, its body climbed up from the ground uncontrollably. The roaring sound was like an ancient demon!
He held the instant knife in his hand, and his blood-colored pupils scanned the surroundings without any emotion. The evil aura around him became stronger and stronger. Then, Lin Huang let out another long roar and killed two soul monks in white clothes.
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"Amitabha!"
One of the monks in white clothes clasped his hands together.
Just as he finished speaking, Lin Huang stood still in place for no reason, as if there was a mysterious invisible restraint around him. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the restraint.
On the other side, Shi Xinchen looked at the possessed Lin Huang who was recovering, and there was a slight change on his handsome face.
Although the possessed Lin Huang was easily restrained by his master.
But his master...
He is the true Buddha in the Jialan Buddha Kingdom, and his strength is unimaginable.
But at the moment when Lin Huang was possessed by the devil, he felt a strong murderous aura. The murderous aura made him feel a hint of danger. It also made him feel that his Buddha's heart was wavering for a moment.
"Moo!"
At this moment, one of the real Buddhas pressed the Buddha's seal with his hand and recited the Buddha's Dharma.
"Woolen cloth!"
"Mi!"
…
As the Buddhist mantras were spoken one after another, several large white Sanskrit characters appeared in the pagoda.
The big characters flew through the void and sank directly into Lin Huang's body.
In the pagoda, Lin Huang roared more and more fiercely. It seemed that the Sanskrit Buddhist characters entered his body, making him feel the power of suppression and salvation. The heavenly Shura in his body kept struggling and roaring, becoming more and more ferocious and irritable.
ferocious!
"As expected of Tian Shura!"
The real Buddha reciting the Buddha's words looked at the real Buddha and struggled in the forest for half an hour without giving up. The heavenly Shura seemed to have infinite fighting power and could not be suppressed by a few Buddha's words. After the real Buddha sighed,
He put his hands together, glanced at several niches in the pagoda, and said with a smile:
"Senior brothers, let's take action together with the poor monk to suppress Tian Shura and save the life of Linhuang Donor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several mysterious auras appeared again in the Jialan Ancient Pagoda.
In just a few breaths, eighteen souls of true Buddhas were floating in the Garan Pagoda.
Their eyes were dull and their expressions were compassionate.
Without many words, they stood around Lin Huang. There was no communication between them, but they took action at the same time.
in a blink……
In the Jialan Pagoda, a large snow-white formation suddenly appeared.
In the great formation, there were millions of Sanskrit words flying around, and the overwhelming Dharma was so overwhelming that Shi Xinchen, the youngest Buddhist genius, could not withstand the terrifying power of Dharma.
"Amitabha Buddha is actually the sutra of the salvation of ten thousand Buddhas!"
Shi Xinchen recited Amitabha to cover up the surprise deep in his heart. He never imagined that all the masters would use such peerless formations to transform Shura into heaven.
After all, Lin Huang today is only at the level of the Martial Emperor.
No matter how powerful Tian Shura is, his power is only his potential. It is not clear how powerful he actually is.
And every one of his true Buddhist masters has the realm of the Holy Emperor. By reciting the Buddha's Dharma of all heavens orally, Lin Huang can enter reincarnation, and he should also be able to transform into a heavenly Shura.
But……
In order to transform Shura into Heaven, eighteen true Buddhas actually came out of the Buddhist niche.
Moreover, they also jointly arranged a huge formation such as the Ten Thousand Buddhas' Sutra. Such formations are extremely difficult to see in the world!
In Shi Xinchen's memory, he only knew that a thousand years ago, during the Xuanhuang War that shed blood for the people, the true Buddha of the Buddhist country had used the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sutra to help tens of millions of war fighters on the mainland overnight.
The soul of the dead hero crosses over to the next life!
But now...
This Ten Thousand Buddhas Sutra is actually used to transform the heavenly Shura in Linhuang's body.
Are Buddha relics really so terrifying?
Unknowingly, Shi Xinchen had a little more doubt and a little more curiosity in his heart.
In the pagoda, the millions of Sanskrit words flew briefly and turned into ninety-nine and eighty-one Buddha bodies, which then condensed into eighty-one wooden fish and eighty-one strings of Buddhist beads!
Eighty-one monks hold rosary beads, knock wooden fish with their hands, and recite Buddhist dharma.
Countless monstrous Buddhist powers, like rivers, poured into Lin Huang's body, vowing to suppress Tian Shura.
In the center of the formation, Lin Huang was still struggling and roaring. Blood and tears were shed from his eyes, and the tiger's mouth of the instant knife he was holding was torn. In his body, the lawless Heavenly Shura was suppressed by the eighty-one Buddhas.
Next, he was already kneeling on one knee on the ground.
He has endless fighting spirit.
He has terrible power...
But he is just the condensed body of four Buddha relics. And Buddhism inherently restrains him!
"kill……"
In the Jialan Pagoda, Lin Huang was still roaring unconsciously. Even though he was possessed by the devil, he still felt the biggest crisis in his life!
However, no matter how he moved, how could he compete with the power of the eighteen true Buddhas.
Even if Xiao Yishan is here, he may not be able to do anything.
In this world, besides the other three ancient tribes and the evil spirits from outside the territory, who else can suppress the Jialan Buddha Kingdom?
Apart from Qin Changsheng back then, I'm afraid there is no one else.
As time passed, Tian Shura cried blood and screamed in Lin Huang's body, and his body was suppressed step by step. That mighty body now looked like a dog that had been stepped on, pitiful and helpless.
In the pagoda, the eighteen soul-true Buddhas all quietly breathed a long sigh of relief.
As long as the heavenly asuras are suppressed, they can hope to reunite the four Buddha relics... The Buddhist Kingdom in the West will one day realize its great wish to save all sentient beings!
However……
Right now!
Four ancient Buddhist sounds suddenly rang out from Lin Huang's body, instantly annihilating all the invading power of Buddhism within Lin Huang's body.
Lin Huang, who was struggling fiercely, suddenly calmed down. He sheathed his sword, sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and recited Amitabha, as if he was possessed by the Buddha!