Lin Huang was really shocked when he saw the real Yin Yang Valley. Even if he had traveled across a large area, he had rarely seen such a terrifying scene.
Bones are like a mountain, blood is like a sea!
A hundred miles away, mountains of corpses towered into the sky, enveloping the entire sea of blood.
He was sitting cross-legged on a sea of blood, with countless rotting corpses floating and sinking in the water, so densely packed that there was no end in sight.
The blood waves rolled inside it, like a dragon making waves, and roars came from the depths of hell.
On the sea of blood, there is a seal, like a blood-red mirror, extremely smooth but broken, covered with dense cracks.
It seemed like it could break at any time.
Sitting cross-legged on the sea of blood, Lin Huang felt something in his heart and immediately realized that this was the sea of blood that reflected the mirage.
The shattered mirror is terrifyingly the Nine Heavens Yang Formation set up by the Xuanyuan family back then.
Under the formation is the Evil King!
Lin Huang looked up and saw countless warriors on the bloody mirror, thousands of them.
However, some warriors act like crazy and use their swords to kill everyone.
Some warriors bleed from all their orifices and are unable to extricate themselves.
Some warriors have already collapsed to the ground and died.
Obviously... these people are still addicted to the illusion, and some people have already died in the illusion.
In front of Linhuang, there were many figures standing impressively. Each of them had a restrained aura, but they were extremely powerful. They were at least in the sixth level of Wuhou.
Xuanyuan Tibing, Yan Zangfeng and others were among them.
Judging from their state, it was obvious that Zao Linhuang broke through the illusion and saw the real Yin Yang Valley.
Beside Lin Huang, Lu Han and others also opened their eyes. Looking at the surrounding environment, their eyes were obviously piercing. I am afraid they have never seen such a bloody scene.
It is no different from Shura battlefield!
Lin Huang glanced across the sea and realized that among the tens of thousands of warriors, less than one-tenth had broken through the illusion at this moment, and his heart sank.
Is it possible that the power of the evil king can be suppressed by just a few thousand people who are awake?
"Everything you see, everything you have an image of. Whatever you have an image, it will lead to the mind. All the images generated by the mind are false!"
At this moment, someone suddenly chanted the Buddha's message on the sea of blood. It was like the sound of a yellow bell vibrating between heaven and earth, and like the sound of the wrath of thunder pouring into the ears of every warrior.
Lin Huang looked up and saw that ten miles ahead, there was a golden light, and the overwhelming aura of Buddhism filled the air, gradually filling the entire world.
"It's that old bald donkey from Ci Sheng!"
Bai Xiaopang said, with a bit of disgust on his face, not having the slightest fondness for that pedantic monk.
Lin Huang frowned, and then walked in the direction of Ciye.
At this moment, Cisheng was sitting cross-legged on the sea of blood, his face full of pain and compassion, as if he was mourning what he saw and heard.
The latter recited Buddhist scriptures orally, and the Buddha's light around him was vast, filled with the grand Buddhist vows and the elusive, mysterious and unfathomable Buddha's truth.
At first glance, Cisheng looks like a real Buddha coming to the world, which makes people feel pious!
"I have heard that all the appearances in the world are false. If you see all appearances that are not true, then you have seen the Tathagata!
"If you see no self, you will see the true self!"
"If you see the mysterious void, you will see the great road of heaven and earth!"
"If you see floating ants, you will see all the appearances of all living beings!"
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On the mirror of the sea of blood, Ci Sheng kept reciting Buddhist scriptures, and his sound was like the vibration of an ancient bell, like the spring breeze and drizzle, and like the roar of thunder, constantly pouring into the ears of every warrior.
Gradually, countless warriors who were addicted to the illusion began to wake up.
Break through the illusion.
Opened his eyes.
Escaped from an intoxicating fantasy world.
Every time Ci Sheng recited a sentence, his body broke apart, like a decayed ancient tree, gradually losing its vitality.
"Master Ci Sheng, tens of thousands of warriors have broken through the illusion!"
Next to him, Xuanyuan Tibing reminded him.
On the sea of blood, Ci Sheng held up the flower and smiled, "The donors have escaped from the illusion, but the illusion still exists. The donor's army of one million came in, and they are still in the illusion!"
"The donor holds a butcher's knife but cares about the world. It is a great sin and a great mercy! The poor monk is incompetent and cannot hold sharp weapons, let alone dare to stain his hands with sin. In the final analysis, he is just a weak monk!"
"The only thing this poor monk can do is to make all the illusions in this world become false!"
The smile on Cisheng's face became calmer and pious, with a look of resolute compassion in his eyes. Then he crossed his arms across his chest and clasped his hands together:
"For the Tathagata, I break the illusions of the heavens!"
A sound of Buddha's voice immediately shook the heaven and earth, like the divine voice falling from the nine-layered heavenly palace, cleansing away all falsehoods in the world and suppressing all the true nature of the world!
In the void, the mirage suddenly shattered and dissipated like smoke.
Lin Huang turned his head and saw that Cisheng was covered in blood and turned into a blood Buddha. His face was as withered as wood and there was very little life left. It was obvious that he had paid a heavy price.
Cisheng looked at Xuanyuan Tibing and said again: "The illusion has been destroyed, and the million-strong army under the benefactor can march straight in!"
"Xuanyuan thanked the master for raising the troops!"
Xuanyuan Tibing put his hands together and bowed his head to thank Cisheng.
Ci Sheng smiled slightly, ignored everyone, and looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood around him, at the corpses that could not be laid to rest, and at the souls that could not enter reincarnation.
The expression of compassion on Cisheng's face became more and more pitiful, and then he became mournful. His crippled body moved slightly, he raised his arms with difficulty, and opened his mouth to recite the 'Mantra for Transcendence and Rebirth', but he had already reached the end of his life, and it was difficult to transcend the millions here.
Dead souls...
Cisheng suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky with a sad expression, as if he was begging for something.
There was no movement in the void for a long time.
Cisheng smiled lonely, sighed again, and finally shook his head, "Since God does not want to pity the world, Cisheng is willing to go to Abi Hell and use the soul of a poor monk to become a ferry between the yin and yang worlds to save the souls of the world!"
"Amitabha!"
Cisheng put his hands together, recited the first Buddhist holy words he learned, and passed away with a smile on his face!
In the hundreds of miles of blood sea, the wind howled in an instant, as if millions of dead souls who had been wandering for thousands of years were sobbing and crying, stepping onto the ferry between Yin and Yang, and stepping into reincarnation!
"Why is this old bald... eminent monk gone?"
Bai Xiaopang looked at Cisheng's corpse that was gone in the wind, sat down on the sea, and shook his head, feeling a little guilty in his heart.
Lin Huang bowed slightly towards the place where Ci Sheng finally sat and passed away. At this moment, Lin Huang respected Ci Sheng from the bottom of his heart. Although he did not have the power of a holy Buddha, he had the heart of a holy Buddha!
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Loving kindness has passed away, but the evil king has not yet appeared.
The sea of blood beneath everyone's feet began to surge and roll without knowing when. It seemed that as long as the seal on the sea was broken, everyone could be completely submerged.
The millions of troops outside the valley began to move down the gap and assemble on the sea.
At this time, Xuanyuan Tibing led all the warriors in the Eastern Spirit Realm towards the center of the blood sea.
Xuanyuan Tibing clearly remembered that the eye of the Nine Heavens Yang Formation was in the center of the blood sea. And in that place, there was another person...