Even though Ye Qingyun and others were all kicked out of the Guanghua Tunnel, the bloody jade hand still seemed not to let them go.
He saw the bloody jade hands rushing out of the Guanghua Tunnel, but he didn't pay attention to the others, and instead went straight to Huikong to attack.
obviously.
This bloody jade hand came for Huikong.
Facing the approaching bloody jade hands, Huikong looked shocked, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
"The power of Buddhism!"
Before Huikong could respond, the bloody jade hand grabbed Huikong's body directly.
Huikong tried his best to use the power of Buddha and wanted to struggle.
But the power contained in this bloody jade hand was far beyond Huikong's imagination.
Too powerful!
He even had strong restraint on Huikong's Buddhist power.
There is simply no way to compete with it.
The bloody jade hand grabbed Huikong, and an inexplicable force instantly poured into Huikong's body.
It turned out that he wanted to forcefully extract the Arhat's soul from Huikong's body.
Roar!!!
A low and angry roar of a tiger came from Huikong's body.
That is the roar of the Crouching Tiger Arhat.
But facing the bloody jade hand, even the soul of Arhat seems to be unable to compete.
It was about to be forcefully extracted by the bloody jade hand.
Times of crisis.
The yellow brilliance around Huikong suddenly exploded.
He forcefully shook open the bloody jade hand.
Not only that.
The yellow brilliance enveloped Hui Kong, Yue Xia, Gu Chen, Yan Zheng, and Sheng Xiaozi, and disappeared in an instant.
Ye Qingyun, who was not far away, was also caught in the turbulence of the void and suddenly floated without a trace.
Only Da Mao and the bloody jade hand were left confronting each other.
Da Mao's expression was indifferent, and his dog eyes glared at the bloody jade hand.
Just this one glance.
The bloody jade hand seemed to be aware of Da Mao's terrifying strength and did not dare to take any more action. It immediately turned into countless bloody brilliance and dissipated in the realm of nothingness.
next moment.
The big hairy dog waved his paw.
A crack was directly torn open in the realm of nothingness.
Da Mao's body jumped, and the dog's head got into the crack first, and then his whole body was submerged in it.
...
Lower bound.
The land of four borders---Beichuan Icefield.
It was dark at this time, and the vast Beichuan Icefield was covered with wind and snow.
The cold wind is whistling, as cold as a knife.
It’s hard to see anyone in the ice field thousands of miles away.
At this moment.
Above the ice sheet, a crack in the void suddenly appeared.
The wind and snow all over the sky disappeared in an instant.
Immediately afterwards.
Several figures fell from the cracks in the void.
It is Huikong, Yuexiaoxia, Guchen, Shengxiaozi and Yanzheng.
And the hair is as stable as an old dog.
Several people had just fallen out of the cracks in the void, and before they could react to the situation, they immediately felt an extremely powerful will of heaven and earth descending on each of them.
Except for Yan Zheng, the cultivation of the other people was extremely suppressed.
"This is the lower world!"
Sheng Xiaozi shouted immediately.
Only then did several people quickly regain their composure.
He landed smoothly on the ice sheet.
"This place should be Beichuan."
Gu Chen looked around, as if he recognized where he and the others were.
"Finally back!"
Yan Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief and said.
However, recalling what happened just now, several people felt a sense of fear in their hearts.
"What happened just now? Why were we suddenly attacked?"
Gu Chen frowned and looked at the other people.
"That bloody jade hand is too terrifying, and the power it contains is far beyond us."
Sheng Xiaozi's expression was equally solemn.
"Amitabha, even though this poor monk doesn't know what's going on, the blood-colored jade hand contained must be the power of Buddhism."
Huikong said in a deep voice.
"The power of Buddhism?"
Several people were startled and all looked at Huikong.
"So, those who attacked us were Buddhists? Why would Buddhists attack us? Moreover, Buddhists with such strength do not exist in the Great Wilderness Immortal Realm."
"Could he be a strong Buddhist from other worlds?"
Sheng Xiaozi speculated with a strange look on his face.
Huikong didn't speak, but he actually had a vague feeling.
The appearance of the bloody jade hand is probably related to the uneasiness in his heart and the decline of his Buddhist power.
It's very possible...that something happened to Xitian Bliss.
Moreover, the bloody jade hand came towards him in the end and wanted to extract the Arhat's soul from his body, which is enough to prove that the bloody jade hand must be related to the bliss of the West.
"If it hadn't been for Senior Da Mao's protection just now, I'm afraid our lives would have been in danger."
Yan Zheng looked at Da Mao squatting not far away and expressed his sincere gratitude.
"Thank you, Senior Da Mao, for saving me."
Several other people also quickly thanked Damao.
Da Mao was very calm and waved the dog's paw lightly, as if saving their lives was just a casual thing for him.
"Amitabha, I dare to ask Senior Da Mao, do you know what is going on with those bloody jade hands?"
Huikong bowed to Damao with his hands together.
"Buddhism undergoes changes, and Western Paradise also encounters great disasters. As the reincarnation of an Arhat, you will naturally be involved."
Da Mao said lightly.
As soon as these words came out, Huikong's face changed drastically, and several others also looked shocked.
"What happened to Xitian Bliss?"
Huikong looked at Da Mao nervously.
"It's nothing. It's just that Sakyamuni has passed away, and the entire Western Paradise has changed its doors."
"What???"
Huikong was shocked and his voice became trembling.
"How can this be?"
Huikong simply couldn't believe what Da Mao said.
Sakyamuni passed away?
Sakyamuni is the Buddha in the West.
How could the Buddha pass away?
And also changing the courtyard?
Is there someone else who has taken the position of Buddha?
"Senior Da Mao, this..."
Huikong wanted to continue asking, but Da Mao shook his head.
"You don't need to ask, I only know so much, and this matter has nothing to do with me."
Seeing this, Huikong didn't want to ask any more questions.
"Did we forget something?"
At this moment, Yue Xia suddenly made a sound.
Several people were startled.
They looked at each other.
"Where is Mr. Ye???"
It was only at this moment that these few people noticed that Ye Qingyun was not here.
Looking around, there was no sign of Ye Qingyun at all.
Several people were stunned on the spot.
I was busy talking just now, and I really didn't notice that Ye Qingyun was not there.
Why is Ye Qingyun, who is so big, missing?
"Master, he...couldn't he have fallen into the realm of nothingness?"
Yue Weixia said with a worried expression.
Gu Chen, Sheng Xiaozi, and Yan Zheng were all stunned.
Huikong, on the other hand, looked thoughtful.
Suddenly.
Huikong's eyes lit up, and his whole body immediately returned to its former glory.
"Amitabha! The young monk understands!"
His shout made the other four people look at Huikong in shock.
Huikong clasped his hands together and looked towards the sky.
His face was full of excitement.
"The Holy Son must have known that something had happened to Xitian Ji Le, so that's why he didn't go with us!"
"He must have gone to rescue the crisis in Xitian Bliss!"
After hearing what Huikong said, several other people really felt that what he said was very reasonable.
With Ye Qingyun's unfathomable strength, how could he easily fall into the turbulence of nothingness?
Besides, Da Mao is still here, so it is even more impossible for this kind of thing to happen.
The only explanation is that Ye Qingyun separated from them on purpose.
The purpose is to solve what happened in Xitian Bliss.
Probably!
"Since the Holy Son has taken action, the crisis in Xitian Bliss will definitely be solved!"
After all, Huikong was Huikong, and he had always had full confidence in Ye Qingyun.
Never wavered!
...
The third heaven of the Buddhist world!
Four Brahmās!
The vast desert, thousands of miles of wind and sand.
A statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva with a peaceful face stands in the yellow sand, surrounded by countless believers who are bowing to the statue of Guanyin.
"Buddha bless!"
"May I be able to be reborn in bliss in my next life!"
"I ask Bodhisattva to help me no longer suffer from illness!"
...
Most of these believers are ordinary people. Their faces are miserable, but their eyes are extremely fanatical.
He kept kowtowing to the Guanyin statue and chanting sutras and praying.
And as everyone knelt down, strands of blood-colored threads floated out from the brows of these believers, gradually converging into the Guanyin statue.
But the believers couldn't see this scene at all, and they were still full of fanaticism.
"As long as you are sincere and use all your resources to worship, Guanyin Bodhisattva will bless you!"
In front of the Guanyin statue, stood a group of Buddhist monks, each of them arrogant.
At the head was a fair and fat monk, wearing a red cassock and holding a golden rosary, speaking loudly to the believers.
Looking at the enthusiastic expressions of these believers, the fat and white monk raised the corners of his mouth and his eyes were filled with pride.
suddenly.
A dark crack appeared inexplicably in the sky.
Immediately afterwards.
A figure fell from the dark crack.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Accompanied by screams, this person actually fell straight towards the Guanyin statue.
"what?"
The monks seemed to hear the movement and all looked up.
I saw someone hit the Guanyin statue heavily.
Rumble!!!
The statue of Guanyin, which was originally a majestic treasure, was smashed by this person and collapsed, with pieces scattered everywhere.
The monks were shocked.
The believers were all dumbfounded.
All sounds stopped suddenly.
"Oh, my waist is so old, I almost broke it!"
Among the broken pieces of the Guanyin statue, a figure looked miserable, covering his lower back and grinning.
It was Ye Qingyun!
When Ye Qingyun rubbed his waist and looked around, he couldn't help but froze.
"What the hell? So many people?"
The fat white monk suddenly had an angry face and pointed at Ye Qingyun.
"Evil descended from heaven!!!"
"This person is an evil spirit! He smashed the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. His sin is grave!!!"
"Burn him to death! He must be burned to death!!!"