The first thousand five hundred and twenty-five chapters scattered Buddha eight
In just such a moment, everyone broke out in cold sweat, their whole bodies were cold, and they had a premonition of great ominousness!
Because that location was so obvious, it was exactly where the wasteland was discovered. There was no doubt that something big had happened!
"The blood is surging, soaring into the sky. This is a catastrophe. Generally speaking, it occurs when many powerful people die at the same time." Someone said in a very unnatural voice.
No need for him to explain, everyone's heart sank.
"Go and see what happened and see if something really happened!" an old man ordered anxiously.
If something happens again, they really don't dare to think about it. Do the accidents that happen one after another herald something strange and dangerous? It has long been said that the Forest of Heavenly Beasts cannot be easily set foot in, and it is very easy for accidents to happen.
When they came, they were still lucky. They always felt that the army was approaching and the Supreme Being was following them, so they had nothing to fear.
Now it seems that it is not the case at all. This place is so terrifying, even more evil than the legend!
"Report, it's bad. It's indeed that place. Blood mist fills the air and screams of terror are endless. Something big happened there!" Not long after, someone reported in panic.
There was a buzzing sound, and all the experts present felt that their heads were congested, their heads felt dizzy, and their hearts were extremely depressed. This news was too bad.
I have never encountered such an evil thing. So many great monks were sent out for a young man, but in the end, some strong men were killed in vain.
Things got serious. Thousands of people went in. What happened? It seemed that if not all of them died, they were almost there.
"Are you sure that... there was an accident there?" An old man's lips were trembling, and he was unable to speak clearly. He was terrified in his heart. The loss this time was beyond expectation.
"Yes, something happened there!" the reporter said with certainty.
"Oh my God, what happened? Why is this happening? Is this really a cursed land that cannot be set foot in?" someone screamed heartbreakingly.
It can be said that everyone here is a master. They are usually calm and taciturn, but now they have lost their composure and have no regard for their image.
What happened today is unbearable for them. After they return, they will face censure from all ethnic groups and question their abilities.
Because those people were all experts drawn from various ethnic groups, and they just lost their lives and died inexplicably. How could those ethnic groups just let it go?
"Senior, please take action!"
A group of masters kowtowed to the void and looked up to the sky with hope and even more fear.
There were several vague figures there, swirling with chaotic energy. They were the supreme beings from foreign lands who were responsible for holding down the formation here and had remained silent.
Now, everyone is scared. They can't imagine what's going on in the Heavenly Beast Forest, and they want to ask a few experts to suppress it.
However, a Supreme Being opened his eyes, sighed softly, and said: "It is difficult for us to set foot in this mountain forest. You should know the legend. If I go in, it may be more dangerous."
"But now there is such a big mess..." an old man whispered. They were really helpless and still don't understand why a second tragedy happened.
The celestial beasts are deep in the forest.
Near the dead tree, blood mist filled the air. Too many creatures really died this time. The dry branches stretched out one after another, faster than lightning, killing the great monks one after another.
But no one who took action could escape, they were all pierced.
They didn't know why, so they naturally struggled violently, tried their best to resist, and used their most powerful ancestral skills to fight back. As a result, some of them exploded.
A slight vibration from those branches is enough to tear a strong man apart, making him as vulnerable as a rag doll.
Many people died, and some people were crucified, but their bodies remained and were sent to reincarnation, falling into the reincarnation pool through a space passage!
When other people saw this, they were naturally frightened.
Even those who had not taken action earlier also attacked. In order to protect themselves and escape, they all activated magic weapons, secret techniques, etc., and the result was that the place was extremely gorgeous.
But this was destined to be a tragedy. More black branches rushed out, like spears of death protruding from hell, killing those creatures.
In the rain of blood and the interplay of darkness and light, group after group of foreign creatures died in a horrific manner.
In the end, only a few of the thousands of troops were far enough away, and they were petrified with fear, so they did not take action and temporarily saved their lives.
In the end, they had no will to fight and no courage, so they turned around and ran away. Some of these people survived.
The golden lion witnessed all this with his own eyes, his heart was filled with fear, his face turned pale, and he was so horrified that the coldness covered his body. This tragedy was even worse than what happened in the Samsara Pond.
It's such a pity that such a group of strong men died. They were all crucified as soon as they took action!
The golden lion could see clearly that this tragedy happened right in front of its eyes, making its fur stand on end and feeling extremely terrifying.
I don’t know how long it took, but the blood mist filled the place and it was already quiet. The golden lion finally recovered from the petrification and fear.
It glanced at Shi Hao quietly, then fell into a daze for a while, showing an extremely complicated expression.
Because, during this process, Shi Hao was very quiet. He did not wake up from the beginning to the end. He was still in retreat, sitting cross-legged quietly, not knowing what was happening in the outside world.
At this moment, the golden lion felt pitiful for the group of dead monks. They came so forcefully and vowed to kill their opponents. But in the end, that young man, Huang, didn't even open his eyes, and didn't even know the second reason why they mobilized their troops.
Second siege and killing.
This is such a sad thing. This army from a foreign land did not wake up Shi Hao until his death, and he died here in vain, while the other party was always calmly enlightening.
It’s ridiculous to compare the two sides like this!
The golden lion sighed. If those people had spirits underground and knew about this situation, they would all burst into tears. What the hell is going on!?
Shi Hao is not as peaceful as the golden lion imagined. He looks peaceful, but in fact he is very dangerous. He is fighting and fighting in his heart.
He seemed silent because his heart was attracted by the brand of Blood Bodhi and he was wandering in a world made of Tao.
Here, the golden temple is magnificent, but the golden tiles on the Sutra Pavilion and other buildings are bleeding, and there is a black mist shrouding it, and the evil wind is roaring.
Shi Hao was fighting, fighting fiercely, and fighting in the black mist.
The demonized Bodhi tree and the blood-stained golden ancient temple were no longer a pure land. Ever since he opened the door of the Sutra Pavilion, a group of strong men with golden bodies rushed out to fight with him.
And, later on, the golden monk disappeared, and a group of monks as black as ink appeared, roaring like a demon king, and pounced on him.
Moreover, the void is unstable and constantly torn apart. A battlefield can be seen in each large crack, which seems to be the final battle between true immortals in the previous era.
Shi Hao saw a lot of scriptures, but there was no way to open them. He worked hard here. Every time he entered the scripture library, various strange phenomena would occur.
After a bloody battle and nine deaths, he almost died in his own spiritual world, and finally opened an ancient scripture!
Eight postures of Sanfo!
It is this name that possesses a strange secret power and is the only scripture he can open.
Why did this scripture recognize him? Shi Hao didn't know.
It was not until he recited the scriptures that he understood the reason. These were the eighteen beats of the ancient Buddha, which were derived from these eight postures.
Earlier, he had seen many stone carvings in front of the six doors under the Samsara Pond, among which eight stone carvings were in the form of seals, which attracted him, but he lacked the mental ability.
Now, he got it.
He understood why he could get it. There was a reason. He first passed the test of the Eighteen Patterns of the Ancient Buddha, and then saw the seal gestures on the stone wall. After mastering these, he triggered it here.
However, when reading this scripture, it was extremely dangerous, and Shi Hao almost died.
Because, this ancient book that was originally yellowed suddenly started to bleed, and bursts of black mist rose up. He encountered a terrible attack!
That is the power of the demonized Blood Bodhi!
boom!
In reality, there was a loud earthquake.
The golden lion was shocked because it saw Shi Hao's body suddenly shaken and blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth. Then he saw eight big black hands sticking out from behind Shi Hao and slapping him.
The eight postures of Sanfo after being transformed into demons are reflected in reality!
This was the crisis that Shi Hao encountered, and he was fighting in his heart.
But in reality, he was also forming seals, using the eight postures of Sanfo, and clashing with the eight demonized black hands, causing the place to tremble.
The golden lion was surprised, why didn't this dead tree kill Huang immediately?
"There is still Buddha nature!" the golden lion judged.
It believed that Shi Hao passed the test of the Samsara Pool and understood the sutra here. Although the ancient Bodhi tree was demonized, there was still some Buddha nature left, so he withstood the murderous intention.
I don’t know how long it took, but Shi Hao opened his eyes, with a majestic appearance. The eight big black hands behind him disappeared. He formed the sacred seal, like a war Buddha!
Shi Hao was not at peace in his heart, and the Eight Forms of Sanfo were very powerful. They were by no means ordinary magical skills. They were one of the great ways of protecting the Tao of the ancient monks, and their attack power was extremely strong!