However, only these few people were able to leave the palace!
The consummation veterans around Emperor Jianren, the elders from Weiyang Palace, and even the Han Pirate King did not come out again. On the big city side, only the supreme city lord of Shenxi City remained!
Those people who have not come out, are they all...
"Xuan Monk runs away!"
"What happened?"
"Oh my god, this giant..."
Similarly, the protective formation in the treasure hall isolates the inside and outside, and the big shots inside are also unaware of the situation outside. When they see the giant city beginning to collapse and the sky full of mysterious monks besieging a giant with a height of one hundred feet on the ground, even
They couldn't help but exclaim in surprise!
A quarter of an hour ago, the world was peaceful, but in the blink of an eye, such an earth-shattering event happened. No one could believe their eyes.
The expressions of Emperor Jianren and others were dejected, and their Qi was very weak, as if they had experienced the vicissitudes of time in the palace, and they all showed signs of aging.
Sensing that there were more than a dozen powerful spiritual thoughts on the flying island where Liu Shuzhu and others were, they all moved closer together. Even Wei Pirate King stood not far away without saying a word. But originally, they all moved closer.
The elites from all walks of life in the waterside pavilion, as early as the giant appeared, screamed in shock and began to flee for their lives, without any time to pay attention!
In the face of such destructive power, they are no different from ordinary people!
"I've seen Bodhi Monk!"
Emperor Jianren and others were disgraced. After seeing the Bodhi Divine Infant, their expressions became slightly calmer. However, the giant city and the surrounding islands were severely damaged, but they could not completely calm down.
"Ancestor, are you okay?"
"Emperor!"
Yu Qingya and Zhao Ziyun walked towards Mistress Tianya and Emperor Jianren respectively, saying in a daze.
Liu Shuzhu was shocked, and came to Abbot Yande's side, and supported the old monk who was walking in vain.
"Abbott, what's wrong with you!"
It seems that among the several important figures, Abbot Yande was the most seriously injured, and the Zen staff he always kept with him was lost.
Abbot Yande's exposed skin is covered with many dark spots of different colors. The skin is wrinkled, extremely withered, and has no elasticity at all. This is a state that is almost exhausted!
This eminent monk of the Daming King Temple, who was known for his benevolence and harmony, still had a peaceful expression on his face. He gently pushed away the hands of Liu Shuzhu and the young monk, stopped them from conveying the innate true energy to him, and sat cross-legged.
In situ.
"Amitabha. Don't worry. The Sixth Patriarch is here. I am afraid that there is nothing I can do. My time has come and I will go to the ultimate bliss."
Liu Shuzhu's face suddenly darkened, his heart was choked, and the young monk also had tears in his eyes, still not wanting to believe it.
"This person is a member of the Sect of Killing Life and an ancient immortal. The person in his hand is the original of the great killing weapon 'Zhancha Lun' in the last years of ancient times. The time for the West Desert Buddhism... has come."
Liu Shuzhu has never understood the so-called catastrophe of heaven and earth in Buddhism and the great destruction and great rise of the sect. He also doesn't know what kind of bond these prophecies have with him.
However, in this situation, seeing an eminent monk about to sit down and pass away, in addition to feeling powerless in my heart, I felt more self-blame.
——If he hadn’t gotten involved and gotten the blood relic that brought bad luck to people, wouldn’t all of this have happened?
Even if it happens, he will not be in the game.
"Don't blame yourself." Abbot Yande seemed to be able to guess his thoughts and said to him: "I know that you have no fear in your heart, but there have been gods in the world since ancient times. Whether they rise or die, everything is destined.
This person is called the Immortal King,
I came here because of the grudges of the past, and the causes of those years led to the results today. No matter what happens in this world, whether Buddhism has fallen or not, we cannot blame the people of this world. Do you still remember what I said to you before?
If so?"
Liu Shuzhu first entered Mingwang Temple and received great help before the battle with Yichen. At that time, Abbot Yande said to him that he hoped that one day he would not forget the kindness of Buddhism.
Liu Shuzhu nodded heavily.
"Great kindness!"
Abbot Yande's breath became weaker, Liu Shuzhu suddenly turned his head and had no choice but to ask the baby monk for help.
"If you save him, I am willing to pay any price to repay him. If you want the relics in my head, just come and get them!"
However, the baby monk ignored him at all and did not look at him. He just silently put his hands behind his hands and stared in the direction of the treasure hall.
Master Xuansen stepped forward and secretly shook his head at Liu Shuzhu, obviously telling him that Abbot Yande's situation was hopeless!
Master Xuansen turned to Abbot Yande and said: "You and I are destined to belong to the same sect, but the affinity is not deep. We have entered two temples. Thank you for the rescue." After saying this, he solemnly bowed his head.
Abbot Yande nodded and asked Liu Shuzhu with a smile: "I ask you, do you believe in the theory of the Paradise?"
Liu Shuzhu didn’t believe it!
But at this moment, he told a white lie and said softly: "I believe it, kid! The place of bliss is exactly where the eminent monks in the world return. If there is a Buddha in the world, there will be bliss!"
"Lying." Abbot Yande smiled and said, "Amitabha."
After saying the Buddha's name, he closed his eyes and said nothing, losing all vitality.
Perhaps, at this moment, Abbot Yande himself did not believe in the existence of the Paradise, but it could not stop him from believing in Buddhism. The merits and demerits of his life are all based on these four words.
Amitabha.
According to actual longevity, Abbot Yande could live for at least another thousand years, but he died of old age.
Presiding officer Xuansen was silent, then turned to the infant monk and said: "Master, be careful, this person claims to be an ancient immortal alive, so formation patterns, Buddhist secrets, and evil spirits cannot harm him!"
Immunity to array patterns, immunity to Buddhist secrets, immunity to evil spirits... What kind of monster is this!
The ancient immortal resident in this world can actually use his perfect level of cultivation to explode with combat power that is no less than that of the warrior emperor, or is it even stronger?
"Why are you panicking?" The baby monk frowned and did not care about his attitude. Instead, he cursed, "Useless thing. As the abbot of a temple, you have full authority over my temple. Since this disaster has come, what kind of idiot are you guilty of?
, it is useless for you to enter my temple to practice."
Host Xuansen was stunned for a moment after being scolded, and then he looked at his nose and heart, becoming surprisingly calm, and all the panic and confusion on his face disappeared. He bowed to the baby monk, and then stood in front of the Bodhisattva
Behind Xuan Monk.
There are more than a dozen Xuan monks who have not moved for who knows how many years. Their clothes are shabby, even covered with dust, and weeds are growing on their sleeves. Each of them has a trace of pure and flawless Bodhi energy.
He said that he was neither happy nor sad, and he healed his wounds alone for Xuan Sen.
roar!
On the ground, the space was repeatedly shattered, and the stone skin of the hundred-foot giant's body was shattered by the powerful force, and it roared from time to time.
Behind the space is a pitch-black void.
There, whirlpools with extremely destructive power were formed, but the giant's strength was astonishing, as if it were immortal, and its huge body could not slow down its speed. With both palms closed, the corpses of several black monks were gone!
There are more than a thousand Xuan monks in the three major temples. Everyone has the strength of the Emperor Wu, but only half a hundred monks can truly advance to the realm of perfection. However, those Xuan monks who have not cultivated enough know that they will die, but they do not
It means to retreat. Even the young disciples are flying forward to become ashes!
Those who wanted to leave had already left.
The Kongzang Divine Monk and the Old Monk of the Tenth World Temple were in charge of the Bodhisattva's relics. Together with the power of many people, they could not gain the absolute upper hand. It was impossible for them to exert the full power of the two treasures.
In terms of combat power, the giant with the most powerful power can already be regarded as a quasi-emperor!
Because only when facing the great warrior emperor will the perfect and powerful person become worthless.
The Bodhi God Baby stands here, not caring about the outcome there at all. His body is less than three feet tall, but he lingers with the dozens of qi forces behind him, bursting out with unparalleled momentum and firmly holding the entire waterside pavilion in place!
"Since you claim to be an ancient immortal, why don't you dare to come out?"
The moment the palace door opened, the silver-haired man's voice came out, and for a while, there was no movement inside.
I don’t know if it was because the aura of the baby monk and others gave the other party enough shock that he did not leave the temple rashly. However, this possibility is unlikely.
As soon as the baby monk finished speaking, Wang Shanren's voice sounded again: "There is no need to be anxious about dying."
Several figures walked out from there one after another.
A raucous momentum immediately stirred up the energy of Baby Monk and others.
When the Wei Pirate King saw the remaining people, his expression became even more ugly, and he flew into the sky and left into the distance.
The baby monk said disdainfully: "You are so afraid of death, yet you are worthy of standing alongside my Buddhist sect."
Except for Wang Shanren, the remaining few people were strong men who could not escape from the hall.
Beside him, Han Pirate King was holding the wooden box with immortal inscriptions on it, his eyes turned white, and there was a wooden order stuck in his head, which was mostly stuck in his brain. He looked obviously dead.
Moreover, his face was stained with blood and covered with immortal inscriptions similar to the word "Zhancha".
The other people were in the same situation. They all had a wooden order stuck in their heads, like walking zombies.
It seemed that in a short period of time, the other party used unknown secret techniques to sacrifice these people as 'objects'!
These powerful men were unable to live in peace even after death, and were reduced to mindless thugs.
The baby monk and the man looked at each other for a long time, and then suddenly said: "You are hiding deep enough. When we entered the city, the three of us didn't notice anything strange." Wei Yi pondered, "Now, I just want to ask you a question.
"
Wang Shanren said with a smile: "You Buddhists are really troublesome, tell me!"
"Since you are a disciple of the Killing Sect and have lived forever, you must have followed the unknown monarch and committed countless murders. I only ask you, if the world is destroyed and there is nothing, how can you survive alone!"
Wang Shanren still smiled and said: "Good question." The baby monk also did not show any surprise at his identity.
Regardless of whether the opponent is an immortal from the last days of ancient times who is still alive, he cannot be allowed to change his color.
When one has reached his level of cultivation, he must know a lot of unknown information. For example, the killing of members of the sect, or the arrival of the Immortal King... But being able to be so calm, Emperor Jianren and others cannot do it!
Liu Shuzhu couldn't help but admire this point. Buddhism in the Western Desert has traces of the extermination of the religion, and outsiders have deep hearts and cannot calm down. But these Buddhist monks seem to be indifferent!
Do you really have no obsession in your heart, or have you been waiting for this day to come?
"In ancient times, every time a sage was born in your race, other races would never have peace. My people don't understand. If this is the case, why not just destroy it and start everything over again."
"Heaven is going to destroy the world, and we are just minions. Even without us, the world may not last forever. The more you know, you will find that you can never defeat it, not even the Buddha or the sages.
It’s just a laughing stock.”
"In ancient times, that man came out of nowhere to kill my king, but he spared no mercy for women and did not kill all our followers who followed the king. He knew full well that we would look for opportunities to come back again and bring trouble to the world. Who could
And you know, what is he thinking?"
"Heaven wants to destroy the world, and I want to destroy people. Isn't this just right?"
"Da Yuan, am I right?"
Wang Shanren looked at Liu Shuzhu for the last sentence, but he didn't say it to him personally.