How come Buddha doesn't know the demon clan's plan?
Now that I'm here, I'm ready to face all the difficulties.
If you step onto a high platform covered with magic patterns rashly, it will definitely have a huge impact on the Buddha's mind and easily fall into the devil's path.
Therefore, the Buddha stopped where he was, closed his eyes and recited Buddhist sutras, and stabilized his state of mind before leaving.
The powerful demons hiding in the dark did not say anything to urge them. Anyway, Buddha has already arrived in the demon land. Don't think about leaving safely and unharmed. Play slowly and don't rush for a while.
The ghostly and demonic sounds are still echoing in the ears, and invisible demonic thoughts are filled from all directions. Every time they try to invade the depths of the Buddha's heart, they are repulsed by the Buddha's light within his body.
Being in the hinterland of the demon clan and still maintaining a clear mind is commendable.
Faced with such a situation, even if it were a Mahayana monk, he would have fallen into the devil early and would be unable to struggle.
"Nawu, drink Luo Tana..."
The Buddha put his hands together and chanted sutras, and a faint golden light appeared behind him.
Unfortunately, as soon as the Buddha's light appeared, it was extinguished by the power of the law of demonic thoughts.
Even if the devil's voice reaches my ears and there are many difficulties, I can't shake the heart of the Buddha and I have no intention of giving up.
Outside, the fighting continues.
In this turbulent world, there are fights everywhere, corpses are everywhere, and blood flows like rivers.
Ancient secret realms often emerge, attracting countless monks to flock to them and fight continuously.
In recent years, strange storms have often occurred in the ancient world of Dizhou. No one knows the cause. It may be caused by the lingering ancient laws, or it may be the fluctuation of some magical weapons.
The ancient world buries historical traces of ancient times.
The old soil is the footprints of the ancient times. The red mist is thick and still lingers, preventing people from exploring deeply.
"The inheritance place of Sword Master Xian Yao!"
In a certain area of the ancient world, a huge mountain collapsed, and an ancient secret realm appeared. After a group of old guys inquired about it, they got the result, and loud shouts came like a wave.
"Things left behind by our ancestors!"
The Dongli Sword Sect was extremely shocked when they received the news, and the whole hall was in a state of alarm. Except for the elders who were in retreat, all the senior officials showed up, including several of their dying ancestors.
"At any cost, we must get back the belongings of our ancestors!"
Xian Yao Sword Master was a top sword cultivator 300,000 years ago, and an ancestor of the Dongli Sword Sect. According to the ancient records of the Sword Sect, Xian Yao Sword Master was at the peak of his power, and disappeared once when he went out.
Many years ago during the Baimai Feast, the sword that showed off the Sword Master once appeared, but because it sensed Chen Qingyuan's aura, it fell from the sky and sent you on a journey.
The name of that sword is Yan Ku.
It was carefully crafted by a master craftsman 300,000 years ago and given to the Honored Sword Master. It is only half a step away from turning it into a quasi-emperor's weapon.
"Not only the inheritance site of the Sword Master has appeared, but there are also many ruins from ancient times. Send people there quickly before it's too late!"
The heavens shook and the situation became even more tense.
For the immediate benefit, the old guys from various sects in the empire actually put down their resistance to the laws of the Demonic Abyss and planned to explore the ruins of the ancient world first.
Therefore, the crack in the Demonic Abyss expanded faster.
Countless wisps of demonic thoughts crossed the chaotic sea of realm and spread to all walks of life in the star field.
There are more and more evil cultivators, and hundreds of millions of innocent people are suffering.
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Beihuang, Tianyuan.
The fifth realm.
Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged in the black lake, with only one head exposed.
His consciousness was pulled into a special space and he was playing chess with Kasyapa Buddha.
This game of chess had been played for more than three years. When the last chess piece fell on the chessboard, Chen Qingyuan suddenly opened his eyes and broke free from the illusion of human footprints.
The chessboard is like a long river of time. Chen Qingyuan has experienced thousands of different lives.
There is no losing and no winning.
I have realized all kinds of life, as if I have experienced it personally, deep in my bones.
Chen Qingyuan looked haggard and his eyes were cloudy, obviously he was in too deep.
If he were an ordinary person, he would have collapsed.
Kassapa Buddha smiled slightly, and the chessboard on the table disappeared: "The donor has a very good character and has a good relationship with Buddha, which is very good."
The theory of Buddha’s fate is true and not false.
I recall that when Chen Qingyuan went to Dongtu Buddhism for the first time, the old monk bluntly said that he had Buddha nature, and if he could practice Buddhism, it would be a good thing.
"If the donor can fight with the will left by the poor monk, and go through thousands of rounds without losing, he will teach him all he has learned in his life."
While speaking, Kassapa Buddha stood up slowly, clasped his hands together, and golden light emerged from behind, which contained the ultimate pure power and could wash away countless evil thoughts in the world.
"Please enlighten me, Buddha."
After enduring this for so long, I finally reached the final level.
Chen Qingyuan used his spiritual power and soon his consciousness became clear and his eyes became clear.
Stand up, look into the eyes of Kasyapa Buddha, and prepare to fight with all your strength.ωωw..net
The table and chair between the two of them turned into nothing.
The vast and boundless plain was shrouded in black mist and extremely silent.
"war!"
After spitting out the word, Kassapa Buddha, who was wearing a white cassock, suddenly changed his expression. He was no longer as elegant and easy-going as before. He exuded a very oppressive aura, golden light appeared, and the ground cracked.
Immediately, Kasyapa Buddha did not use the Buddhist method, but punched Chen Qingyuan.
"boom!"
Chen Qingyuan raised his hands in front of him, gathered the mysterious world, and resisted with all his strength.
A seemingly ordinary punch directly shattered the thick black energy barrier and landed firmly on Chen Qingyuan's arm, sending it flying far away and leaving a long mark on the ground.
This is a special space, and Chen Qingyuan cannot take out the holy weapons he carries with him.
Even the top Taoist techniques of Qingzong and Daoyi Academy cannot be used. At most, they can mobilize the spiritual energy in the body and use some of the most basic techniques.
The physical battle is the final test.
No matter how abundant the spiritual energy is, it is useless.
"This is too difficult!"
Chen Qingyuan discovered this situation and secretly thought in his heart that he should always pay attention to the direction of Kasyapa Buddha.
Kassapa Buddha was nine feet tall, strong and swift.
The naked eye cannot capture its true position, and all it sees is an afterimage, like a ghost.
The fists came towards his face, forcing Chen Qingyuan to defend himself.
Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan has rough skin and thick flesh, and has already achieved some success in his reincarnation fighting body, otherwise he would not be able to withstand this kind of torture.
"Donor, the power of will left by the poor monk is in line with your current state. If you can't withstand even a thousand rounds, then you have no connection with the way of the poor monk."
Kassapa Buddha said while attacking Chen Qingyuan.
The boxing techniques are changeable, sometimes as fierce as a tiger and leopard, sometimes as gentle as flowing water.
This was the first time that Chen Qingyuan used physical skills to deal with an enemy. He still lacked experience and was always on the defensive.
"Buddha, who can withstand your kind of test?"
In just a few dozen rounds, dented fist marks appeared on Chen Qingyuan's body.
The pain doesn't matter, I'm used to it.
If it develops in this direction, even a reincarnation combat body that has reached a small level of success may not be able to withstand a thousand rounds.