The brilliance of the channel scatters like fireworks.
The yin and yang that rolled into the sky, wrapped in the spiritual essence of faith, instantly crossed the obstacle of the void and landed steadily in the palm of Manjusri.
"Insolent, just Daluo!"
"Manjushri Bodhisattva, you openly deceived us and deliberately pretended to be hurt."
"What's in the heart is Hongmeng Purple Qi, which is the foundation for realizing Hunyuan!"
"Hurry up and hand it over. With your Buddhist background, you are not capable of fighting against the heroes of the ancient times."
……
All the quasi-saints present were unable to follow their patient greed, coercion, or prevarication and hints, and all wanted Manjushri to hand over his yin and yang heart.
Lu Ya frowned slightly, his eyes were firm, and he directly used the immortal-killing flying knife, stood next to Manjusri, and expressed his position with actions.
"Don't panic, you can run."
The familiar words rang in the bottom of his heart, making Manjusri feel warm.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes dim, staring at the unpredictable sea of clouds and the quasi-sages present.
These famous top experts are now hollowed out by the same boat, and they are paralyzed on the ground like maggots, but their eyes have not changed from beginning to end, staring at the yin and yang heart in their palms. The scene looks particularly funny.
"Haha!"
Manjusri laughed disapprovingly.
The gold-plated cassock he wore was brilliant, and the corners were blown up one after another by the mountain wind, making a whirring sound, like a flag fluttering on a battlefield.
The bright light condenses in the eyes, making the face of the middle-aged Buddha become more solemn and solemn.
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
Manjusri suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, showing rare pride.
"Presumptuous!"
"Shu Zi, extremely arrogant."
"You don't even take us seriously?"
"It's really hateful..."
Scolding and scolding continued, like a noisy and chaotic market.
Haotian narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt uneasy, so he asked directly.
"Manjusri, what are you laughing at?"
After hearing this, Manjusri stopped laughing, looked around Kunlun Heaven and Earth, and said loudly.
"The overall situation has been decided, and the strong one who really has the last laugh must be me, Manjushri Bodhisattva."
After saying that, his hands were bent like eagle claws, shining with the killing brilliance of the Golden Dao, and directly crushed Yin Yang's heart.
Poof!
A sticky and cold feeling suddenly rippled along the fingertips.
The rich smell of blood is like a wave, rippling continuously and turning into a ferocious sea of blood that stretches thousands of miles.
This heart is the core of the blood formation, containing the flesh and blood essence of all living beings. After being cut and crushed by Manjusri with the golden path, all the blood essence will explode.
In the overwhelming bloody water, Manjusri stands tall like an iron tower.
His eyes were dim and his expression was dull. His right hand was clenched in a fist and bent horizontally in front of his chest, with a noble purple light shining in his fist.
"Manjusri, if you are willing to hand it over..."
Haotian's voice trembled slightly, and before he could say his promise, he was interrupted by a sudden voice.
"Is this the inheritance of Senior Hongyun?"
The melodious and gentle fairy voice is as sweet and beautiful as the sound of nature.
"Who?" Haotian frowned and scolded.
He immediately mobilized investigation methods to find the troublemaker, but found that everyone present was so exhausted that they had no intention of saying anything.
"Yes, that's it."
Cold words sounded next, but it was a man's voice, and it also had a faint sense of familiarity.
"That's it," the female fairy's voice followed closely.
"The inheritance recorded here is called Fuwei. It is the Hongyun ancestor who used the Hongmeng purple energy to deduce the way of heaven..."
Hearing this, Haotian suddenly woke up from a dream.
No wonder it feels familiar.
The sound that just appeared quietly came from the dream memory of ancestor Yin Yang!
This is the conversation between Granny Lihua and Zhuo Lin.
He looked in the direction of Manjusri and found something strange.
In Manjusri's arms, there is a slowly rotating cloud, and a scene is revealed inside. The two figures swaying back and forth are none other than Granny Lihua, who has been sacrificed, and Zhuo Lin, who was suppressed by Buddhism.
"What is he going to do?"
Styx is sitting cross-legged, standing on a horse with a horizontal sword, and the red lotus of karma is exhausted, turning slowly like a turtle.
"I don't know."
King Pan leaned against the dark jar, surrounded by sluggish insects. He continued to swallow the thin poisonous mist, repairing the injuries firmly and slowly.
Everyone’s face was full of doubts, they didn’t know what to say, they were puzzled, and the same questions popped up in their minds.
What is Manjusri going to do?
Poof!
After the memory recorded on the screen was played, it instantly dispersed into mist and dissipated.
Immediately afterwards, a hazy pearl landed lightly on Manjusri's palm.
"The method of dreaming?"
Jin Chanzi is experienced and well-informed, and he immediately saw through Zhu Cui's Tao Yun.
Click!
At this moment, Manjusri directly crushed the pearl essence, and billowing hot clouds suddenly emerged from it.
The clouds and mist are turbulent, bright and bright, blooming with steaming firelight, like the red glow of the evening or the bright red fish intestines.
The red smoke spread out and instantly enveloped Manjusri's right hand.
"This is, this is Hongyun's magical power to help danger!"
At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi finally reacted.
"Oh my god, what kind of method is this? It can actually reproduce the magical powers that appear in dreams."
"Help the danger, help the danger, what is he going to do?"
"No, Manjusri wants to sacrifice Hongmeng Ziqi!"
"Stop now, are you crazy?"
All the powerful men were in disbelief, dumbfounded, and roared one after another.
"This, this is the foundation of sanctification."
Lu Ya's eyes widened, he clenched the black gourd, and took a breath of air.
In front of everyone's attention, the red smoke shrank rapidly, and then made a dull popping sound.
Bang~
The Hongmeng purple energy then disappeared, causing countless strong men to vomit blood on the spot.
Wow~
Heaven and earth absorb this rich sacrifice, exuding an exciting and joyful charm.
The Tao Yun contends and the spirit surges.
The vast and majestic charm gathers in the sky, containing fragments of the purest avenue.
"It's really stupid to buy a casket and return a pearl."
"No, this is the cornerstone of sanctification. Even the fragments of the avenue can be used as rewards, which shows how precious it is."
"Haha, no matter what the final result is, Manjusri will be the leader of the light path from now on."
"It should be flower arrangement. Manjusri does not have the innate gift of light path, but he has the picture of Spring Sleeping in the Hall of Fortune."
Boom!!
There were roars from deep in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a bright scarlet sea of blood descended into the mortal world.
"Fuck, what are you going to do?"
Styx was stunned and couldn't help but curse.
"Blood path, how could it be a blood path?"
"Buddhism restrains the blood path, ghost path and secret path. Does Manjusri want to start a new business?"
"IQ is somewhat insufficient."
Manjusri opened his arms to welcome the baptism of the sea of blood.
The bright and bright blood water is sparkling, without any fishy smell, but exudes a faint sweet fragrance.
This is the essence of the blood path, a fragment of the Tao Yun, and a transaction between heaven and earth.
Manjusri bathed in the depths of the Dao Yun, and his understanding of the blood path suddenly advanced rapidly. With the help of heaven and earth, he achieved the eighth level of the blood path in the blink of an eye.
"Bitch, you deserve to die!"
Ancestor Styx gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.
At this time, Manjusri slowly opened his eyes, feeling the changes in the Tao Yun's improvement.
Today, he stands at the pinnacle of the blood path, and only Ancestor Styx can compare with him.
With a slight movement of thought, there are no secrets in the Blood Path. Whether it is magical powers or spells, formations or layouts, all products of the Blood Path are readily available to Manjusri.
"This feeling is really wonderful."
Manjusri lazily opened his palms, looked at the rolling sea of blood, and murmured softly in a soft voice.
"In that case..."
Buzz buzz, buzz buzz...
The petals that overflowed on the surface of the sea of blood disappeared in an instant, revealing the pure and elegant vision of the sea of bloody flowers at the bottom.
This vast and majestic battlefield magical power is Manjusri’s strongest means of gain.
He took the initiative to fight and used the weak to conquer the strong. He had two main purposes.
First, obtain the body fragments of the ancestors of Yin and Yang and act as a medium for subsequent launches.
Second, arrange the sea of flowers in Kunlun in advance to give this magical power enough space to grow.
After achieving both goals at the same time, Manjusri's secret finally reaped the rewards.
With a sneer on his face, he twirled his fingertips, and the second Dream Dao Pearl instantly shattered into powder and fell in the wind.
At the same time, scarlet radiance scattered across the mortal world, falling into the turbulent sea of blood.
In an instant, the huge array that had completed its mission was activated by the terrifying power of Mengdao and started to move again!
"No, this is the Queen's dream memory!"
All the strong men present changed their expressions upon hearing this, and they all felt anxious and uneasy.
This time, the capital formation is more magnificent, majestic and majestic, and there is no obstruction, and the running speed is directly accelerated to the extreme.
Mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, flowers, birds, fish and insects, birds and beasts...are instantly enveloped and saturated with blood.
In addition, there are immortals in the heaven, ghosts from the underworld, Shura from the sea of blood, the Buddha from the West, the leader of the righteous path, the giant of the demonic path, the quasi-sage and the powerful, the newly crowned genius...
All the surviving creatures, except for Lu Ya and Jin Chanzi, were instantly enveloped by the blood array.
"Old thief Manjusri, are you crazy? You actually want to imitate the devil and refine the common people."
"Manjusri Bodhisattva, don't be reckless. We can discuss it carefully and ask for any resources you want."
"Nigga, don't forget Dongshan Ten Thousand Calamities, we won't really fall here, be careful I will settle the score in the future."
"Manjushri Bodhisattva, we are all your colleagues, why are we so greedy? You must know that the strongest skills of Buddhism are all in this body."
"Manjusri, Manjusri, you have to think clearly!"
The bloody light covered the sky and covered the earth, sweeping across the sky and wiping out all sounds.
The bright scarlet blood flowers shine brightly in the waves, continuously providing growth for the formation.
The flesh and blood bodies of several strong men were eaten away by the formation in an instant, bringing the blood-sea foundation to a new level.
Manjusri clasped his hands together, turned into a body of glass water, and fell into the depths of the sea of blood, frantically absorbing the blood essence.
At this time, inside the heavens.
A blue exquisite pagoda suddenly appeared in front of the little novice monk.
The exquisite pagoda is exquisite and elegant, with wind chimes hanging on the sides. It is especially pleasant when it jingles, and the number of layers continues to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye.