Just now, the Blood God Marquis crushed the golden Buddha's pillar with a spear. Ci Sheng's cry of Amitabha before his death was like an ancient Sanskrit chant, causing drastic changes in the mysterious sea in the forest wasteland.
A bright Buddha light swept out from the body, forming a new Buddha Gang to protect everyone.
Back then, Lin Huang had obtained two Buddha relics.
Every Buddha relic contains Heavenly Shura. And Lin Huang clearly remembers that when he activated his martial soul, the relic turned into ancient Buddha light and melted his mysterious sea barrier.
Then the Buddha's light condensed into his new mysterious sea barrier.
Lin Huang had never paid attention to this matter until this moment, and Lin Huang didn't realize it until now. The relics of the Buddha and God containing the heavenly Shura had not disappeared.
Instead, it became my own mysterious sea barrier.
In the blood lake, Lin Huang looked at the Buddhist temple above his head with a surprised expression. He didn't understand what kind of Buddhist power was contained in this Buddhist temple, but he could sense it from Ci Sheng's amazed eyes.
Boom.
boom.
While Lin Huang was stunned, the Blood God Hou reacted. Holding a blood-stained spear, he attacked Fo Gang again.
In the blood lake, the sound of clanging was endless. Under the attack of the blood-stained spear, the Buddha's sword around Linhuang also trembled again, with traces of cracks appearing.
Ci Sheng frowned, then stared at Lin Huang seriously, and said hoarsely: "Please almsgiver, please follow the poor monk and recite the Dharma!"
After saying that, Cisheng spoke again, and his hoarse voice sounded like an ancient bell in the Buddhist temple:
"Nawu, Sanmanduo, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!"
In the Buddha Gang, Lin Huang echoed Ci Sheng's voice:
Nawu.
Three mandos.
Cut off Luo.
blush.
Contains.
As Lin Huang finished speaking, the Buddha's light around him became brighter and brighter, and the Buddha's Gang that was full of cracks was also shocked, and actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Outside Fo Gang, the Blood God Marquis' complexion changed, and then his murderous intent increased, and he kept attacking Fo Gang with the spear in his hand.
"Nawu, Sanmanduo, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!"
"Nawu, Sanmanduo, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!"
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Inside the Buddha Gang, the forest chanted Buddha loudly, like the sound of ancient bells and chimes, washing up and down the sky.
Even though the blood-colored spear was invincible, the golden Buddha Gang blocked the Blood God Marquis' attacks time and time again.
The Buddha Gang is full of cracks, but it is cracked but not broken!
In the void, the Blood God Marquis became more and more ferocious, staring at the forest wasteland below him, his murderous intent clearly revealed. The spear in his hand let out a whining roar, filling the world and making people terrified.
Ci Sheng's expression changed slightly, and he looked worried as he looked at the blood condensed on the spear.
Although Lin Huang has the power of the Holy Buddha, the latter's strength is too poor after all, and he is not a member of the Buddhist sect. It is difficult for him to exert even one percent of the power of the Holy Buddha. He is afraid that it will be difficult to block the Blood God Marquis' killing shot.
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At this moment, Lu Han in the Buddhist temple suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as bright as lightning. Instead of the dullness and shyness he once had, he was filled with domineering and scornful eyes.
Lu Han flicked his finger, and the blazing golden flames at his fingertips leaped and turned into thousands of streams of light, disappearing into the forest of three thousand steles.
Buzz.
Buzzing.
Buzz buzz...
In the blood lake, the forest of three thousand steles suddenly shook. In just a few breaths, the large characters behind the three thousand ancient steles emitted a golden light that reached into the sky, illuminating the heaven and earth.
The Blood God Marquis' expression changed, and he turned to scan the forest of three thousand steles.
At this moment, there was a mighty storm between heaven and earth.
Just as the blood wave swept across, the three thousand ancient monuments that had been silent for two hundred years suddenly appeared one after another.
"Who is here calling our remaining souls?"
Among the figures that appeared, someone scolded and asked.
In the Buddha Gang, Lin Huang raised his head.
I saw a remnant soul appearing on the broken and blood-soaked ancient monuments. Dressed in white, holding the Xuanyuan clan flag in one hand and a white tassel spear in the other!
The figures one after another are all heroic and extraordinary, like spears standing under the sky, majestic and majestic, but would rather break than bend.
There is an old man with white hair and a gun!
There is a middle-aged man with a beautiful beard and a fierce look like a tiger coming down the mountain.
There is a heroine with a heroic appearance.
There is a young man named Jian Jia, whose gun is taller than a man.
There are old women, young girls, and young men...
A total of three thousand people.
Three thousand immortal remnant souls.
Three thousand Xuanyuan tribesmen dressed in white.
Three thousand Xuanyuan clan flags.
From the moment they manifested into heaven and earth, the raging blood lake instantly calmed down.
The sky, filled with the smell of blood, was completely wiped out by the righteousness of the world.
The invincible will condensed by those three thousand people actually made the Blood God Marquis look extremely solemn, with strong fear on his long and narrow face.
Looking at those three thousand lonely souls and those three thousand Xuanyuan tribesmen, Lin Huang's heart felt sour for no reason, and his blood was boiling!
Ahem...
In the golden Buddhist altar, Lu Han coughed weakly, but stared blankly at the three thousand people in white clothes in front of him, a vast expanse of white, full of loneliness and desolation.
The flag of the Xuanyuan clan moved without wind, flying fiercely, but it was soaked in the suffering of the Xuanyuan clan.
For some reason, this young man who had once looked dull and had never regarded himself as a descendant of the Xuanyuan tribe and vowed to kill Xuanyuan Tibing, burst into tears for a moment, and seemed to have endless grief and indignation in his heart that could not be expressed.
Looking at the three thousand remnant souls, he wanted to look up to the sky and scream, he wanted to cry with grief and anger.
There was a pop.
In the golden Buddhist temple, Lu Han knelt down and paid homage to the three thousand remnant souls of Xuanyuan. He shouted loudly: "Xuanyuan Han, the thirty-third unworthy descendant of the Xuanyuan family, pays homage to all the ancestors!"
As Lu Han finished speaking, the countless remaining souls in the forest of three thousand steles all turned their eyes and fell on Lu Han.
"Since I am Xuanyuan's son, where do the tears come from?"
Among the three thousand remnant souls, the leader, Xuanyuan Xiao, stepped into the sky, looked at Lu Han in the Buddha Gang, and scolded him, his expression serious and sharp.
In the golden Buddhist altar, Lu Han gritted his teeth and stood up, wiping away the tears on his face, "I will follow the teachings of my ancestors!"
"What do you mean by awakening our remnant souls? Could it be that Ye Wuchan, the old bald donkey, is dead, and the eighth incarceration of Yin Yang Valley will be ended?"
Xuanyuan Xiao waved a Xuanyuan clan flag, glanced past the Blood God Marquis, and asked Lu Han with a frown.
In the golden Buddhist temple, Lu Han's face condensed, and then he said respectfully: "All the seven restraints in Yin Yang Valley are broken, and Yin Yang Valley is about to be born. The souls of Wu Xiang's ancestors returned to heaven and earth, and Ye Wuchan died. Xuanyuan Han is incompetent, and it is difficult to kill the Blood God.
Hou, burn your fingers to awaken the heroic spirits of our ancestors, and I hope that you, our ancestors, can help me!"
Um?
Under the sky, everyone in the Xuanyuan clan frowned. Then their eyes fell on the Blood God Marquis.
Three thousand gazes were directed at the Blood God Marquis like three thousand spears, causing the latter's expression to change and he felt a terrifying pressure.
"The Blood Spirit Palace is really haunted!"
Xuanyuan Xiao stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at the gloomy Blood God Marquis with a sneer on his face.
"My Blood Spirit Palace has been prosperous for thousands of years, how can your Xuanyuan family be able to compete with it? You are only three thousand remnant souls, how can you deal with me?"
On the blood lake, the Blood God Marquis suppressed the panic in his heart and pretended to smile calmly. As soon as he finished speaking, the surging blood lake roared and stood behind the Blood God Marquis, forming a line hanging from the sky and the earth.
Bloody waterfall.
"Three thousand remnant souls?"
Xuanyuan Xiao raised his eyebrows and repeated the words of the Blood God Marquis, then turned his head and scanned the three thousand tribesmen around him. The Xuanyuan tribe flag in his hand was flying and tearing at some unknown time, and an old voice sounded leisurely from the sky and the earth: