Chapter eight hundred and eighty sixth titanium steel Amitabha
Just when the act of destroying Jianlu City was hindered, it seemed difficult to continue.
I saw that the center of Lucheng, where a large number of people gathered, began to collapse on its own initiative.
It collapsed very quickly, and there were several powerful energy bursts. There was no time to react, and a large number of people were directly involved in the ruins of energy.
The golden bell rang in chaos, and a large number of practitioners began to flee in all directions.
And those ordinary people who are unable to practice Buddhism are even more embarrassed.
Looking at the practitioners passing by and seeing the Buddha's light disappearing, they lost hope of living. Instead of blaming the Deer God before they died, they began to curse the fleeing practitioners.
Under the pressure of death, some practitioners who were originally awakened by Buddhism to be "simple" in their hearts also tend to have their minds shaken and become "trapped" again.
This is exactly the desperate strategy of the Deer God.
There are a large number of Buddhist golden bells to resist, and his strategy of channeling a large amount of negative emotions, devouring people's souls, and turning into demons is hindered.
And the Five Elements Divine Light pushing in the opposite direction, although the momentum of disintegrating Jianlu City is much slower, it will still completely collapse Jianlu City.
In this case, the Deer God simply went to the place where the largest crowd gathered and destroyed the city.
The pursuit of survival with life instinct disintegrates their fragile faith that they picked up in an instant.
Sure enough, after a surprise attack.
The light of the golden bell that was shaking in the city and shining under the dark night began to dim and flicker.
The power of Buddhism not only comes from practice and true essence, but also from the soul.
It is precisely because of this that it has the characteristics to fight against the devil, and even target the devil.
At this time, many people were frightened and their minds were unstable.
Naturally, the power of Buddhism has also been greatly weakened.
Darkness... is like waves under the night, constantly spreading in all directions.
One after another, helpless people were pulled into the dark tide, burying their last struggles and shouts in the black light spots.
The huge deer head suspended in the sky, but seemed to be separated from the dark sky, became completely pitch black.
Then... the image of his deer began to become blurred and distorted.
God feeds on human faith.
Demons feed on human souls.
To put it bluntly, they all have a thirst for soul power.
It's just that the former is passive and the latter is active.
The Deer God, who was mostly transformed into a demon, opened his mouth.
A large number of wailing and screaming souls were pulled out of the black 'tide' and finally fell into his mouth.
This is just a targeted fear display.
When those people were buried in the darkness, they had already been eaten up by the Deer God.
Such a scene was created at this time just to shake the remaining people... who were still alive in their originally firm minds.
The greed inspired by wealth can be momentary or illusory.
But the fear brought about by death and disintegration must be eternal and cannot be eliminated.
No matter how brave and powerful a person is, there are bound to be moments when they are full of fear and resistance to death.
I am not afraid of death...but it does not mean that I am not afraid of the death of relatives, parents, friends, lovers, and children.
As long as there is love in life, there will also be fear.
If you are separated from your lover, you will be close to the devil.
Therefore, ideological choices will always be like walking a tightrope.
One wrong step and there will be great horror.
One wrong step will lead to great regret.
"Damn it! Fight him!" A man with hot tears in his eyes watched helplessly as his fellow disciples and teachers were swallowed up by the 'black hole' caused by the Deer God.
Then the Buddha's light around him bloomed and turned into a golden bell, reverberating with a hard sound.
He controlled his body and flew towards the terrifying sky on his own initiative, without hesitation... and without knowing what he was capable of, he hit the shadow of the Deer God.
Snapped!
It was like a low-quality firework that exploded feebly in mid-air, sputtering out humble sparks. It was not as gorgeous as imagined, nor was it extremely burning.
Someone can burn and bloom with joy in a flash on a dark stage.
And more people...even if they choose to burn everything, the sparks they splash with blood are just like their lives, humble, fragile and inconspicuous.
In the final analysis...some people just realize that they are not the protagonist.
But they failed to realize clearly that not only were they not the protagonists, they were not even supporting roles or supporting roles.
It's just the blurred background under a grand picture.
Whether it's life or death, whether it's gorgeous or dirty...it's all so indifferent and so uncaring.
No one is curious about their past.
No one cares about their future.
Snapped!
Another inconspicuous 'flower' exploded in the sky.
It looked like the blood of a dead mosquito smeared on the wall.
It's not tragic or spectacular...but it seems disgusting and disgusting.
Bang bang bang!
More and more ‘sparks’, inconspicuous blooms.
They all seemed crazy!
After all, the Deer God is not a real demon.
He doesn't understand...the extreme of fear is crazy anger.
When the fear reaches the extreme, when the string in my mind is broken, I no longer know what fear is.
Charge with fear of death.
One by one, inconspicuous lights began to rush into the darkness that covered everything.
A little, a little, a little... Finally no longer lonely, finally no longer subtle, finally no longer inconspicuous, finally starting to become brilliant.
A painting...in an inconspicuous corner, no one cares whether the background board has a little bit of a different color.
But when the whole painting is filled with new colors.
So even if they are not the protagonist, even if they are all so humble.
But they change the whole painting, they change the whole background.
It is still impossible to dominate the scene, but the meaning in the painting... has long been changed beyond recognition!
"You stupid bugs... you dirty, despicable... ungrateful things...!" The Deer God has completely fallen into anger.
In the extreme burning, the soul of death cannot be eaten anymore.
Especially... he is not yet a real demon, and he has never mastered the same ability to absorb positive emotions like Lin Xi did.
"Amitabha! They are not bugs! They are warriors! They are the disciples of the Buddha who have truly understood my Mahayana Buddhist scriptures."
"I... Titanium Steel Amitabha, I heard their call, their courage, and their cry for help, so... I'm here!"
"I'm here! Everyone is safe!"
"If you want to ask why...because I am titanium steel Amitabha! The strongest, the most determined, the most solid, the most indestructible...Buddha!" In the void, infinite silver light suddenly appeared.
In the silver light, a Buddha with titanium alloy flowing all over his body appeared, standing on an alloy mecha and holding a pulse cannon!