The first thousand four hundred and ninety-five chapters, the new master of Sumeru
With a roar, the power of faith on Mount Sumeru surged, and a small Mount Sumeru appeared behind the old monk, which was completely built by the power of thoughts.
It is said to be a small one, but compared with ordinary mountains, it is still huge and boundless, towering into the clouds. It was suppressed directly, faster than all speeds, and majestic and intimidating.
Everyone's color changed. This clearly showed a kind of extreme power. There were wisps of imperial energy flowing down, which shocked people's hearts.
Moreover, this mountain suppressed it so quickly and violently, it was so huge that it directly crushed it and caused the earth to collapse and it was almost impossible to avoid it.
Longma cursed loudly and said: "The thief is really hypocritical, he talks so much about mercy, he just wants to buy time to build this mountain, your uncle!"
Ye Fan moved, and his whole body burst into light in an instant. He stepped on a golden magic array and strode forward. It was the Yuantian Divine Array, the pattern that he used to bless himself with magic power and energy.
Chi!
A ray of red clouds flew up, and the long sword in his hand shot out a bright fairy light, directly striking the suppressed "Small Sumeru Mountain", and he himself was also moving forward.
This is a veritable challenge, and all you have to fight for is your energy and energy, and you can't back down.
Because the old monk is by no means the leader of Mount Sumeru. If everyone is afraid of him, then there will be no need for the subsequent battle.
Ye Fan's long preparation has also raised his magic power to its peak. It can be said that the two used the strongest blow, and the world collapsed when they collided!
Landslides, sword light shattered, and the two were like a turbulent sea. There was a terrifying collision, magnificent and boundless.
Everyone was stunned. How terrifying is Mount Sumeru? It actually blocked a blow from the imperial weapon. The power of faith is so huge and tyrannical that it is shocking.
"The aura of the great emperor is filling the air. This power of thought is the seed planted by Amitabha Buddha. After being blessed by all living beings, it is already unbelievable!" Taoist Shencan suddenly said.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Taoist Shencan was drunk, holding a wine gourd in his hand, looking very decadent. This was the first time he spoke in front of others.
"The water is deep in the Western Desert. It's true. I really don't know what terrible arrangements Amitabha left on this mountain." Qi Luo said to himself. Everyone's heart sank.
"The sea of suffering is boundless and there is no turning back." The old monk was very indifferent, standing on the mountainside, with the brilliance of the temple behind him making him appear sacred and peaceful.
Ye Fan snorted coldly, and rushed forward this time. The killing sword in his hand trembled violently. He swung four swords in succession, and with great power, they all landed on Mount Sumeru.
"Donor, you are stubborn. Who can sing all the way in life if there is a way? There should be choices, Amitabha." The old monk chanted. Behind him, another Mount Sumeru, made of the power of mindfulness, rose up and pressed forward.
In the back, people all gritted their teeth. This kind of hypocrisy is more hateful than a real villain. Ryoma was so angry that he wanted to step on him with sixteen petals with a hoof, and his face would be covered with flowers.
Ye Fan sneered again and again, this time the sword energy was particularly strong, the four paths merged into one, cutting out a path, and he actually wanted to break through Mount Sumeru.
"No!" the people behind screamed.
The old monk smiled, and the power of thought surged around him like a vast sea, blazing and dazzling, and his power of thought revived. He was almost integrated with the entire Mount Sumeru, and controlled endless and powerful power.
Chi!
Thousands of sword rays collided with the power of faith, and the whole sky was shattered. It was very terrifying. The sword energy and the power of faith rushed into the sky, making the stars outside the territory tremble.
At this time, Ye Fan was silent, with a cauldron of Mother Qi suspended above his head, with its mouth facing downwards, pouring out a galaxy of light.
Boom!
There is a third kind of power in this place, which is extremely powerful and terrifying. It is also the power of faith, but it is incompatible with the one on Mount Sumeru. When the two meet, they burn fiercely and devour each other.
In just an instant, a vacuum appeared in front of him, and a road was cut out.
The monk's color changed because Ye Fan rushed over as fast as lightning. The fairy sword in his hand vibrated, cutting through the sea of thought power and approaching him.
The appearance of the third force broke the balance in an instant. Ye Fan was forced to a certain distance and Zhenjian was about to kill the monk.
In this process, his consumption was huge. The accumulation of Dingzhong over the years almost bottomed out in an instant, which was incomparable to the majestic power of faith in Mount Xumi.
Ye Fan did not climb Mount Sumeru because it was a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, which was impossible to enter. No matter how much thought power he had in the cauldron, it would not work a hundred times or ten thousand times. It would be too far behind.
However, as he approached, close to the giant mountain, the power of faith destroyed the previous balance. Although the opportunity was only a moment, it was enough for Ye Fan, who was good at catching fighter opportunities.
The sword energy broke through the sky and burst out with bright light. Although most of it was canceled out, one of them still struck the monk's body. With a pop, the head rolled down and blood splashed.
"No!" the old monk shouted, unable to believe this fact.
He was standing halfway up Mount Sumeru and was beheaded. This was really terrifying. Someone caught him in just a moment's loophole and killed him.
"Ah..." He only had time to let out one last scream before his body exploded into a ball of blood mist.
Ye Fan shook his body and stepped on the Xing Zi Jue. When the overwhelming power of faith came back, he decisively stepped back and at the same time struck with his killing sword to block the power of his mind.
"master!"
"Ancient Buddha!"
Halfway up the mountain, dozens of Arhats shouted, but nothing changed. The old monk turned into a pool of blood, and his body and soul were destroyed.
"Well done. This thief talks about benevolence, justice and morality, but his hypocrisy is excessive. He should be killed with one sword." Ryoma shouted happily.
Ye Fan stepped back and looked at the Cauldron of Mother Qi of All Things. The mental power accumulated over the years was almost dry, and Mount Sumeru melted into nothingness in just seconds.
"There is great terror in this mountain!" Ye Fan sighed. Fortunately, he never cared about the power of faith and never planned to refine it into his body. It would not be heartbreaking to use it to test the water this time.
"When..." The bell sounded long and loud, and the light of the entire Mount Sumeru suddenly became many times brighter, like a mythical pure land, which made people suffocate.
On the top of the mountain, the Buddha's light shines brightly in all directions, illuminating the entire vast Western Desert.
Ye Fan and others backed up, then jumped into the air, flying upward until they were level with the top of the mountain, looking forward.
The ancient temple on the top of the mountain is magnificent, simple and majestic. It is very spectacular. Like an immortal fairy palace, the tiles and ridges are dyed with a holy light.
A rusty copper plaque hangs on the ancient temple in the center. There are several characters engraved on it, with iron paintings and silver hooks, which are vigorous and powerful. They are the four characters "Da Leiyin Temple".
Everyone frowned, not to mention anything else, but this bronze plaque was amazing. It had been nourished by the imperial energy, and it still has a terrifying fluctuation in it!
The big bell is long, deafening and deafening. The bell is huge and hangs behind the Leiyin Temple. The Buddha's light shines on it and there is also an imperial aura lingering around it.
"It's not a great emperor's weapon, but many things were used by Amitabha, and were even made by himself. It's terrifying."
Everyone sighed. This Mount Sumeru will definitely be difficult to attack, and even the imperial weapons may not be able to fight against it.
At this time, the big bell stopped vibrating, and the top of Mount Sumeru was peaceful. There were bursts of Zen singing, like the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas singing in harmony.
In front of the Great Leiyin Temple, there is a dead tree with branches stretching out like a horned dragon. It is very mysterious.
"Bodhi Immortal Tree!"
Ye Fan's heart moved, and then he was relieved. This is the Bodhi tree's previous life. It is different from other elixirs. It is reborn in Nirvana every time, leaving the old plant withered and regenerating a seed.
The continuous chanting of Zen makes the entire Sumeru Mountain Temple look extremely solemn, sacred and pure, filled with thoughts and one with all living beings.
Purple gold tiles, magnificent temples, and metallic luster shining in lavender make this place more mysterious and majestic at first glance.
"Amitabha, good, good." An old Buddha's name rang out in the Daleiyin Temple.
Then, the door opened, and many golden Arhats appeared, with Buddha's light behind their heads, sacred and majestic, followed by the Dharma Protector Vajra, etc. The most famous four Vajra positions, all of them have been inherited in this life.
The Dharma-popping Vajra, the Victory Vajra, the Powerful Vajra, and the Eternal-Residing Vajra are each more serious than the other, filled with Buddha energy. The four of them are extremely tall and intimidating.
Behind them are the protectors of the Buddhas, the most famous of which are the Four Heavenly Kings, the Eastern King of the State of Dharma, the Southern King of Growth, the Western King of Guangmu and the Northern King of Duowen, all glaring angrily at each other, the most holy gods.
The hearts of the people in Tianzhi Village sank. The foundation of Buddhism is so profound that people with these attainment levels have actually appeared.
What appeared later were the Bodhisattvas of the Gods and the Ancient Buddhas. This is more fortunate. There are only a few of them in total, and they are incomparable with those of ancient times.
According to legend, during the time when Emperor Amitabha was alive, there were many Bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas sitting cross-legged in the heavens, and the Buddha's light shone for hundreds of millions of miles. He was truly the only one in heaven and earth.
However, before everyone's hearts could completely let go, they suddenly sank again, because an old monk walked out of the Great Leiyin Temple, who was obviously a great sage!
This is an ancient Buddha. Although his aura is restrained, it still gives people a compelling pressure. He is not as shiny as other monks. He actually has some sparse yellow hair, like weeds. And his face is full of
It is wrinkled, like a dried orange, very old and withered, but the underlying blood is terrifying.
"It's him, the Great Ancient Buddha of Moko. You are indeed still alive!" Princess Shencan immediately raised her eyes.
"Amitabha, the old monk's practice has not been perfected and he cannot achieve Nirvana. He can only linger in this world as a living breath." The old monk with sparse yellow hair clasped his hands together and looked miserable.
In the past, Dou Victory Buddha had a fierce battle with him, and finally suppressed him at the foot of Mount Sumeru. He never thought that he would be out of trouble now.
"Sure enough, you are the one responsible for everything." Princess Shencan's eyes were cold.
"The four elements of this poor monk are empty. I don't know what the donor means." Mokogu Buddha's face was compassionate, calm and calm.
"Qiang"
At this moment, Princess Shencan's whole body shone with nine kinds of fairy light, and the sonorous sound could not be heard. Pieces of armor covered her graceful body. The ancient emperor's Qi was released, making many people almost collapse on the spot. Even this beard
Mishan was shaken.
The Ancient Emperor's Battle Clothes!
This is the fairy robe of the ancient emperor of Shencanling who had undergone ten transformations and was ultimately invincible in heaven and earth.
At this moment, Princess Shencan was dazzling, with precious brilliance flowing all over her body. Her whole body was like a heroic female war goddess, filled with the energy of the emperor, and terrifying.
Even the saints would tremble when facing her. This is an irresistible aura.
On Mount Sumeru, many golden-bodied Arhats were trembling and unbearable. However, after Mokogu Buddha chanted the name of the Buddha, everything became the same. A treasure pestle appeared in his right hand, and the purple and gold luster flowed, revealing the energy that suppresses the eternal.
This is the weapon crafted by Emperor Amitabha himself - the Demon-Conquering Pestle!
This imperial weapon has now fallen into Moko's hands. There is no worse news than this.
Ta, ta...
The sound of powerful and unchanging footsteps came out, and another person walked out of the Great Leiyin Temple. All the Arhats, Vajras, Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, etc. all paid respect when they saw him.
The same was true for the great sage Moko who was holding the imperial weapon. He was very respectful to this person and performed a half-master salute.
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