Chapter 1105 The Yulan Basin Festival, the battle for the true Buddha!
In Prince Ning's Mansion, there was a roar of wind and thunder inside and outside, and the trees and grass were all under attack!
As Zhu Yunwen returned to the palace, the news that King Ning was defeated and the entire army was annihilated had completely spread. For a moment, the trees fell and the hozens scattered!
Everyone in the palace became trembling with fear, walking on thin ice, for fear of being angered and leaving no trace of their bodies!
In matters of life and death, they cannot afford not to be cautious!
main hall.
Zhu Yunwen still retains a terrifying power. Although his body is like a big tomb, he is not dead after all. Chonglou Renxian is still extraordinary and can humiliate!
His voice was indifferent: "Isn't Huang Aiqing back yet?"
"Your Majesty, I have not returned."
A dark figure kowtowed to the ground and said cautiously.
Zhu Yunwen remained silent and did not speak, just waved his hand.
The black shadow quickly bowed and exited. As soon as he came out, he breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he feel the coldness on his back. It turned out that the skirt of his clothes had been soaked with sweat unknowingly.
"Have they all left me..."
Zhu Yunwen looked around, but there was no one there, and his laughter was full of desolation.
"Holy Monk, Liu Xuan, you deserve to die!"
Zhu Yunwen gritted his teeth with hatred, and the fire of anger turned into a real flame. His surroundings were instantly ignited, and the fire spread in all directions in an instant.
The fire and thick smoke immediately attracted people's attention.
"We're in trouble, please come quickly!"
"Fight the fire!"
But Zhu Yunwen turned a blind eye, holding a three-foot sword in his hand, and went up to slash, killing all the servants in the palace and his women on the spot.
Except for Hu Nianxi, who was nowhere to be seen, no one survived!
After doing all this, Zhu Yunwen's clothes were completely soaked with blood, and his whole body exuded the smell of blood. Wherever he passed, blood dripped to the ground.
He was walking among the fire like a god of death.
Finally, his figure disappeared directly into the study.
Long time no see.
At this time, Zhang Taiyue's army had already entered the city. Seeing the fire burning near Prince Ning's Mansion, he, Qi Yuanjing and others quickly led their troops and rushed over.
Prince Ning's Mansion has been burned to ruins by fire.
"Prince Ning's energy is completely gone, right here!"
Zhang Taiyue felt the blood in the air and frowned, "Come here, you want to see the person alive, and you want to see the body after death. You must find Prince Ning's body!"
"yes!"
A sergeant immediately responded to the order. However, after digging three feet into the entire Prince Ning's Mansion, nothing was found. Once again, Zhu Yunwen was neither alive nor dead!
Big Buddha Temple.
"Defeated? This is impossible! The heavenly sign is here, if the real dragon comes out of the abyss, the flying dragon will be in the sky!"
"How could Feilongqian lose?"
Old Monk Zhou He had been paying attention to the battle situation. When he learned the news, his expression changed, his body escaped, and he suddenly sank into the ground.
This time there was no barrier at all!
However, under the ground where there were originally many earth veins, an unprecedentedly huge tomb crashed into his eyes. It was thousands of feet high and it was unknown how deep it sank into the ground.
"Here! How come there is a big tomb?"
Zhou He was startled, and he instantly thought of the cause and effect, and couldn't help but his pupils trembled, "What a holy monk, what a Liu Xuan, what a vicious plan!"
Zhu Yunwen spent countless resources in order to seek the heavenly sign of Tu De!
However, a good fortune sign turned into a tomb of earth destiny!
The fire turned into an earthen tomb!
Sure enough, it makes sense that warlocks who were proficient in the mysteries of destiny throughout the ages would find it difficult to die a happy death!
However, with such a large tomb standing here, Zhou He hesitated for a moment, but still did not dare to try it with his own immortal body!
"Huh, a poor monk wouldn't be fooled!"
Zhou Heyi tossed his sleeves and suddenly returned to the Buddhist temple. He had already made up his mind to convene the Bon Bon Festival in advance. Although it was still two days away, he didn't have to worry about so much!
"Zhu Yunwen was defeated. It can be said that his strength has been exhausted. It is just for me to monopolize Taizu's legacy!"
"Taizu, you don't want your inheritance to be inherited by no one!"
He whispered to himself, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of blazing color.
At this time, through induction, he noticed that another monk came outside the mountain gate. He was wearing gray monk robes, with a handsome face and not conspicuous, but he had a unique aura about him.
"Forget it, this is the last one!"
Zhou He met the other party, asked about his Buddhist name, and learned that his Buddhist name was "Ying Wen". After a little testing, he found that he indeed had profound Buddha nature, so he allowed him to participate in the Bon Festival!
After doing all this, he directly closed the mountain gate of the Great Buddha Temple.
On the wall of the main hall, Taizu's poem was completely inspired by Zhou He.
The entire Great Buddha Temple was shaken violently, and the huge dragon-slaying sword blasted out thousands of sword energy, cutting through the void, and directly pulling the entire Great Buddha Temple into another time and space!
At the same time, Zhou He's voice echoed through the Buddhist temple.
"The Bon Festival officially begins!"
"Everyone who is a candidate for the Buddha, I want you to know that this Buddha's inheritance was left by Taizu Taizu of the Ming Dynasty. You should know the origin of Taizu, and you should know how powerful this inheritance is!"
"Of course, there is only one inheritance!"
"If you want to get it, it depends on the ability of the candidates for the Buddha!"
"Son of the Buddha, subdue all channels and dominate the present! I should be the only one in heaven and earth!"
"Everyone, you can debate scriptures and fight Dharma. As long as you can convince everyone, you can be a true disciple of the Buddha! And only a true disciple of the Buddha can inherit the inheritance of the Buddha!"
At this point, Zhou He added lightly, "Remind everyone, there is an ancient formation in the temple. If you lose, your luck will be lost, if you win, you will gain luck! The final winner will monopolize everything!"
As soon as the words fell, the Buddhist candidates from many monasteries also appeared one after another, some with sinking faces, some with beaming smiles, and some with murderous intent on their faces, but they all distanced themselves from others.
Among them were the Buddha in white, Ben Nian, the little monk Ben Yuan holding the body of Yikun Dao, and the monk in gray who arrived at the end - Monk Yingwen.
Of course, the most conspicuous person in the crowd was not them, but the little monk who was only nine years old, but had already achieved the realm of the living Buddha. His Dharma name was - True Life!
Zhou He saw these people appearing one after another, with a smile on his face.
"Um?"
However, when he saw a figure, the smile on his face froze involuntarily!
Holy monk!
How could he still be here!
What a courageous person!
Naturally, Yang Fan would not say that he came to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion to pack his things. Unexpectedly, he was trapped here when Zhou He suddenly closed the mountain gate.
"However, it seems that I have quite a few acquaintances!"
He squinted his eyes, touched the moon marks on his palms, looked around at the Buddhas who appeared, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Huh? The Kun Dao in this little monk's arms actually looks familiar?"
Yang Fan frowned and suddenly remembered that it was Taili Taoist who had died in his own hands. Unexpectedly, he was turned into a resentful girl in the arms of the Great Joyful Buddha!
The little monk was willing to notice Yang Fan's gaze and not look back, but Taoist Taili in his arms opened his dull eyes, flashed cold and murderous intent, and made a stiff voice.
"Are you looking at me?"
His eyes were fixed on Yang Fan.
"I have good intentions, but trouble always comes my way!"
Yang Fan sighed, looked at the other party seriously, and said word by word: "What are you looking at?"
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