"Amitabha!" The white-browed old monk shouted the Buddha's name again, his body ignited with golden flames, and his aura surged.
"Venerable Ashi Duo, you..." the remaining monks exclaimed.
"If I don't go to hell, who will? The road to immortality is about to open. We can't make any mistakes at this juncture. King Ming,
Victory, the future Buddha is entrusted to you!" the white-browed old monk said solemnly.
The Peacock King Ming and Victory Vajra both nodded and saluted: "Well done, Your Majesty!"
The white-browed old monk nodded and smiled, turning into a golden torch and pouring it into the relic.
boom!
The light of the Buddha Relic shines brightly, the sound of Zen chanting resounds throughout the thirty-third heaven, countless shadows of ancient Buddhas and Bodhisattvas appear out of thin air, and this world turns into a Buddhist kingdom.
The white-browed old monk lives in the center of the Buddhist kingdom,
At this time, his physical body is gone, only his soul remains.
But the aura is incredibly strong,
Like a quasi-emperor!
Feng Jinghong's eyes narrowed slightly. The Buddhist inheritance did have its subtleties. The relics left by the predecessors could exert far more power than ordinary magical weapons in the hands of Buddhist disciples.
Their method of inheritance is based on martial arts, which is much more advanced than those magical weapons refined by the Great Emperor's family that can only be inspired by blood. Maybe I can find a way to learn from it...
The old monk's skinny fingers flicked, and the quasi-emperor's spiritual bead flew out.
Fan Tianyin fell from the sky, Kunpeng's feather fan blew out the chaotic wind, and the sun's true fire rolled up the glazed lamp.
The old monk and the Buddhas formed seals at the same time, Fudo Ming King!
Click!
The starry sky shook, the Buddhist kingdom became unstable, and a slight crack appeared on the relic, but it was finally blocked.
"Come!"
The old monk raised his hand and made a move, and the golden bowl released immeasurable Buddha light, which actually sent the Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot flying out.
"Walk!"
The golden bowl enlarged and took in all the monks.
Then he was thrown into the distance by the old monk.
"Can't leave,
Leave them all to me!"
Feng Jinghong shouted loudly and displayed his magic, heaven and earth.
He picked up the Nine Dragon Chariot with one hand and drove towards the old monk and patted it down.
At the same time, he sacrificed the Immortal Cauldron.
This move was so sudden that the old monk failed to take precautions. The bright green clouds directly froze the golden bowl, making it unable to move at all.
The old monk was so anxious that all the souls in the Buddhist kingdom were on fire, and immeasurable magic power surged.
But unfortunately, he is not a true quasi-emperor after all. Even if he sacrifices himself, he cannot suppress five quasi-emperor weapons at the same time.
To be able to barely withstand it for a moment is already considered unbelievable. It is absolutely impossible to fight against another imperial weapon, let alone the Immortal Cauldron, which is even more powerful than the imperial weapon.
"Come back to me!"
Feng Jinghong added a few percent more mana, and the mouth of the Immortal Cauldron turned into a whirlpool, emitting a terrifying suction force, pulling the golden bowl and flying towards here step by step.
The Peacock King Ming and King Kong Shengzhi tried their best to resist, but to no avail.
Under the cover of the imperial soldiers, they couldn't even escape from the golden bowl, let alone resist.
In just a few breaths, they were put into the Immortal Cauldron together with Jin Bo and were completely suppressed.
Several monks were in despair: "Where did this devil come from?
Why is it so powerful?”
Feng Jinghong's attack was so sudden that the monks were caught off guard.
Except for the three great saints,
Others still don't even know the identity of the enemy or the reason for attacking them.
"He is the Emperor of Heaven." Jue Youqing whispered.
Among all the ancient Buddhas and Arhats, her cultivation level is not high.
But her expression was unusually calm, because she knew how scary that person was better than anyone else.
"It turns out that he is the one who slaughtered the Buddha and released the evil demons of the Asura clan. No wonder he is so vicious!" The monks were angry and afraid.
"That's enough!" the irritable Vajra shouted angrily:
"You are all the people who sit in the Great Leiyin Temple. How can you behave in such a panic? If there is anyone who is miserable, I will smash his head first!"
The monks were silent, they knew that this Vajra could really do such a thing.
"King Ming, what should we do?" The monks looked at their leader.
The peacock Ming King's phoenix eyes were as bright as lightning. Although he was suppressed, his momentum was not reduced at all. He said calmly: "Wait!"
"Wait?" The monks looked at each other in confusion. The leaders of them had already been served a pot, so what are they waiting for?
The Peacock King of Ming Dynasty closed his eyes and did not answer, quietly chanting the scriptures.
Outside, faced with the indiscriminate bombardment of five quasi-imperial weapons, the white-browed old monk A Shiduo was already at his wits end.
The golden light is dim, the Buddhist kingdom is crumbling, and the quasi-emperor relic that has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years is full of cracks and will be broken at any time.
Knowing that he had no way to recover, Venerable Ashi put his hands together and sighed in front of Feng Jinghong:
"Amitabha, the sea of suffering is boundless, look back..."
boom!
The Buddhist kingdom collapsed, the relics were shattered, the Nine Dragons and Agarwood Chariot ran over his energy body, and everything ceased to exist.
There was silence in the starry sky. Hundreds of races and many forces were staring at this side blankly, as if they were under a restraining spell. It took more than ten breaths for many spectators to come back to their senses, and there was a continuous sound of inhalation.
From Feng Jinghong's attack to the end of the battle, it seemed long but actually it was extremely fast. In less than two minutes, the powerful Buddhist team was completely wiped out. This level of combat power frightened people from other forces to the point where they didn't even dare to speak loudly.
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"What are you going to do with them?" Jade Rakshasa asked enthusiastically.
The Shura tribe has been suppressed by Ksitigarbha for hundreds of thousands of years. When it comes to her hatred of Buddhism, she is much stronger than Feng Jinghong.
Feng Jinghong shook her head: "I haven't thought about it yet, so let's lock it up first."
What he wants to do most is to liberate King Peacock Ming from his state of being converted, but this is obviously not something he can do now.
After all, it was the work of the quasi-emperor Sakyamuni, and it is much more difficult to eliminate the degree of transformation than the degree of transformation, and even the Supreme Being may not be able to do it.
Jade Rakshasa hesitated to speak, but Feng Jinghong naturally understood her thoughts and said with a smile: "Don't worry, except for the Ming Dynasty, everything else will be left to you."
Jade Rakshasa instantly beamed.
At this time, other forces also learned about Feng Jinghong's identity through the channels of the Guangming Tribe and the Holy Spirit Tribe, and became even more fearful.
After decades of spreading, the ancient road of the human race was destroyed by a group of trialists. The fact that nearly half of the protectors were destroyed has spread throughout most of the universe. The names of Tianting and Feng Jinghong are also well known by all major forces.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Originally many forces were skeptical about this, but now that they have seen it with their own eyes, they can only sigh that the reputation is well-deserved. This heir to the emperor is not ordinary cruel!
Faced with such a young and powerful man with boundless potential and the support of extremely powerful forces, the major forces made the most reasonable decision without much hesitation. They all greeted him with the most humble and kind smiles, and gave him all kinds of compliments and compliments.
Offering of money.
Feng Jinghong was already used to this kind of battles, and she had no worries in her heart.
But the three-headed lions, the Jade Rakshasa and others had obviously never experienced such a scene, and they were a little confused for a moment. After all, any of these smiling old men were bosses on the same level as their own family leaders.
A few months passed by in a flash, and the shadow of the Diduan Mountain Range became more solid, and the opening day was approaching.
"Ah... spare my life..."
"Evil, please kill me..."
The shrill voice echoed, it was the Jade Rakshasa who was using the glass lamp to temper several prisoners.
Facts have proved that these ancient Buddhas and Arhats who talk openly and silently to persuade people to look down on life and death and enjoy the blessings of the next life themselves have not been able to decipher life and death, nor do they have an indestructible will.
Under the true fire of the sun, no one can smile while holding flowers. Instead, they are full of ugliness and are despicable.
Even King Kong's leader, Sheng Zhi, forced himself to retreat after holding on for several months.
Rumble, thunder erupts in the void, and chaos surges.
The mountains, which are more majestic than the stars, turned into reality and entered the world from myths.
"Let's go!" Feng Jinghong rode three lions and rushed in first, followed closely by the ten holy kings and Longma's younger brothers.
Seeing them moving, other forces dared to move. A dense crowd of monks flew up and threw themselves into the divine soil.