Xuan Zhenzi touched his chin, and then said with a smile: "I'm afraid not only heretics and demons, but monks all over the world have come to join in the fun!"
Everyone listened carefully and heard many familiar voices.
"Zhang Tianshi, the three mountain talismans are all integrated into one! How can we eliminate demons and protect the Tao without my Lingbao Pavilion Zao Sect!"
"Taihe Mountain Zhenwu Sect is here to help!"
"Xiapi Yanwu Hall is here on the emperor's orders. Just tell me what the Shouxian Empress has to say!"
"Qi Yunshan is really here to kill you!"
"The Tang Sect of Bashu is here, why don't you all give us some face and turn conflicts into friendship!"
"Kawazaka Damo Academy!"
"Asura Palace on Mount Amitabha!"
"The King Kongding Sect of the Tibetan Tibetan Realm of Tubo is here to help the Holy Son of Muni!"
The visitors announced their homes one after another, and the shouts and shouts were mixed together and could not be heard clearly. And this was only the group of people who came the fastest. At this time, there were many people from the spiritual community on the way.
Wu Qiudao raised his eyes and saw that these cultivators who were coming were all in strange shapes.
There is a two-foot-tall giant with a pale complexion. His body is covered with hematomas and pustules. Around his neck and wrists hang many strings of beads made of skulls. His forehead is shiny and smooth. I don’t know if he is a monk who shaves his head or is born bald.
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The weirdo was covered tightly with armor and a helmet, but a large piece of white flesh was exposed on his chest. It was obvious that he was a woman with a big heart.
The elder of the Tang Sect had daggers and poisonous darts inserted all over his body. There was a luminous iron ring on his back that seemed to grow out of his flesh. It was placed behind his head and looked like the colorful relic lights commonly seen behind Bodhisattvas.
There are also Taoist priests from the Zhenwu sect who have ears that grow from the top of their heads, cheekbones that protrude, their hair is as yellow as fine gold, their faces have vertical lines, and their eyes are covered with black cloth to cover up the light in their eyes.
A tutu whose head turned into a golden lion, an old man with a gloomy dragon beard, a hairless dwarf, a strong man with burns and scabs, a snake with a sinuous belly, and a poisonous man with melted facial features.
Thousands of people gathered outside Puyang City, as if it was a grand festival celebration, with many strange people dressed as various monsters and ghosts coming to carnival.
The sun has set, but the rising clouds reach high into the sky, pulling the red glow to shine on the sky. It is like a bright red silk hanging on the horizon, dyeing the whole world into a bright red color. It is incredibly beautiful.
Xuan Zhenzi hooked a strand of long hair from his forehead behind his ears, turned to Bai Hu and said: "Supervisor God, the monks are gathered together today, and no one will give up. The war is about to start, and the world will be in chaos!"
The anthropomorphic expression on the white tiger's face is both joyful and sad: "The color is red, the shape is like a fire, the sky is scorching, the top and bottom are the same color, the sky from east to west, if it is from north to south, it can be four or five miles long! This change of fire, you can see it.
The soldiers are rising, the corpses are bleeding, the crops are not harvested, the world is hungry, and everyone eats each other!"
Mou Jing, the Blood Buddha, smiled disdainfully: "You are so merciful! Isn't it possible that there is no such thing as 'the world is hungry and people eat each other'? Isn't the righteous anger of the Holy Son caused by this hell on earth?"
The Mani masters behind him, led by Zen Master Vajra and the Master of Jieyizhai, took the initiative to start chanting: "The portals of all hells and the roads of reincarnation are only the eternal King of Nirvana, but they are burned and imprisoned in eternal prison!
Now you are still keeping me in trouble, with shackles and restraints hanging around you. It makes me crazy and drunk, and I commit the three constant crimes everywhere."
Many practitioners who came to Puzhou were mixed together, and there were many people among them. Everyone came from all over the world to call friends, so before they landed, some people started to attack each other.
Mou Jing, the Blood Buddha, joined in the voice of praise: "The grass, trees, stars, dust, and drizzle on the earth are just like the sins and sins I have committed, and their number is tens of millions of times greater. I have greatly benefited and adorned countless Buddhas, and I have great compassion."
Give up my sins, listen to my painful words, and lead me away from the poisonous sea of fire!"
Chaos begins to infect quickly.
Even strangers who originally had no grudges may have disputes due to losses and accidents.
Bazhi Wangzhu, the great lama of Vajradhara Sect, is extremely short in stature, only about four feet. His unusually small eyes are sunk deep into his bald head like a spherical dome. His skin has been tanned bright red by the strong ultraviolet rays of the plateau for a long time.
Brown, exuding an abominable aura of evil.
Bazhi Wangzhu is holding a Puba pestle, and the monks behind him are also red-brown skinned, hairless dwarfs. Surrounding him are tigers, leopards, bears, bears and other tall ferocious beasts, as tame as small dogs.
They all held magic weapons, with solemn expressions on their faces, and stared at the strange monks around them.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and a black giant was blown away by the strong energy fluctuations, smashing the big trees into pieces and flying towards the monks of the Vajra Ding Sect.
The great lama Bazhi Wangzhu frowned and raised his Puba pestle, and a blazing heat wave rushed towards the direction where the giant hit.
The monks recited secret mantras, made dharma seals with their hands, and shouted: "Om, hum, Banzagre Pema Sede, hum!"
As a result, the Yuga flame fired by the Great Lama Bazhi Wangzhu suddenly grew in strength, like a huge fire tornado striking forward.
The giant who was beaten away was originally a mountain man from the Jiaozhou area. His ancestors had established the Xiaoyang Kingdom in ancient times, which has now been destroyed. The Xiaoyang clan was naturally tall, with a black body and hair, and long arms and heels.
Because these giants have their heels turned upside down, but they walk vigorously and love to laugh, they are called Shandu by local people in central Jiangxi, while outsiders simply call them Gan giants.
The name of this Gan giant is Dameng. He accidentally got the fate of immortality when he was young. He has been ignorant of spiritual practice to this day. Some friends from the spiritual world came to Puzhou to observe the great events of Zhongtu Xuanmen. Unexpectedly, he was attacked by others as soon as he arrived.
The aftermath blew him away, and a group of monks burned him while he was still in the air.
Dameng passed through the Yuga fireworks and fell to the ground. His whole body was burned by the high temperature and he struggled in pain.
The burning Yuga fireworks tornado caught up with the clouds, covered the sky and the earth, and continued to roll forward, dragging more unrelated passers-by into this grand chaos.
A huge ethereal handprint rose from the crowd and hit the fire tornado hard, exploding countless sparks and scattered them all over the battlefield.
Wu Qiudao controlled the flying sword to split a stream of fire away, feeling a little speechless.
Good guy, are these people here to cause trouble?
During the chaos of the battle, Master Zixiao flew to save an old friend. In this battlefield, there were more than a hundred of his old relatives and friends, but now they were all in crisis because of the suppression of the Puzhou military rebellion that he led. He
I was so anxious and angry that I wanted to kill Yoko, the culprit, on the spot.
Master Zixiao was furious: "Huan Yangzi, why don't you stop these evil demons quickly? If you continue to persist in your obsession, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Wu Qiudao thought to himself, these people were not called by him, but they followed the movements of you group of righteous elders. How could he give orders?
He frowned and asked, "Isn't it enough that a group of people who are dozens or even hundreds of years old gather their comrades and come to the door indiscriminately to shout for beating and killing? How else can you be cruel and ruthless?"
Master Zixiao looked gloomy: "If the situation continues to deteriorate, we will not be entangled with you. We will cut through the mess with a quick knife. We will directly level the Lao Shizi Junping Army and kill all the rebels! I'll see how you can save them!"