"Wang Fu, as you can see, my future in Buddhism is unlimited. If this is the case, why don't you take refuge early?"
Wufa emphasized, "My suggestion just now is still valid. Come over now and you can become one of my two Buddhist ancestors."
"Although I know you won't agree, I still insist on it."
Wang Fu raised his hand and said, "Thank you very much."
"But I refuse."
"Can you tell me why?"
Wang Fu did not hesitate when faced with Wufa's words, and asked him, "Can you make the phoenix return?"
"I see."
The helpless man said no more, "It seems that you are determined to go against heaven and become the enemy of the whole world, and even more so to offend the majesty of our Buddhist sect." The word "Phoenix" made the helpless man understand completely that there is absolutely no difference between the two.
Possibility of reconciliation.
Nowadays, not many people have witnessed that scene with their own eyes.
However, some people still remember that in the face of the immortal's sweeping and crushing force, countless brick and tile palaces squirmed and turned into flesh, bone, bones and feathers, just like a phoenix spreading its wings and flying high.
The phoenix has seven colors. It raises its head proudly, straightens its long neck, and lets out a cry that sings to heaven and earth.
That sound was the unyielding and resistance in the face of the immortal, and also the absolute determination under the gaze of a powerful enemy.
In Phoenix, there are the Jieqi Hall, the Fire Emperor Sect, the remnants of the Three Meridians, and even Wang Fu herself.
All of this, as the phoenix spreads its wings, completely falls into deathly silence.
Rebirth from Nirvana is never so easy. To this day, Wang Fu has not been able to catch any trace of Phoenix.
Wufa understands even more that if he wants to bring Phoenix back, he must overturn this world and completely destroy the foundation of Buddhism.
Therefore, he will never allow this to happen.
From the moment Wang Fu revealed his purpose, there was no room for turning back between the two, and they would fight to the death from now on.
"So, there will be Buddhism in the future without you."
The man without hair spoke, it was more of a declaration than a prophecy.
"I'll wait and see."
Wang Fu continued, "You say you have great ambitions, but are your ambitions comparable to mine?"
Buddhism only wants to occupy this world and dominate the heavens of immortals and gods, but Wang Fu wants to subvert this world, reverse life and death, and let the Phoenix return to the world.
"Wang Fu, if you still love the joys and sorrows of the world and the feelings of old friends, you may not even be as good as King Nirvana who died at your hands."
The hairless man picked up his chin and waved his hand to the void, "Suffering, the cessation of suffering, Tao, the Four Noble Truths, today I have obtained one of them."
Even though King Nirvana failed to enter Buddhism, the path of hundreds of sufferings he left behind during his time actually achieved one of the achievements of those who have no hair.
The path of suffering leads to the entrance to the Buddhist family.
“All living beings suffer, all sentient beings suffer.
The person without hair clasped his hands together and said, "All living beings before the Buddha are all sinking into the sea of suffering."
At this moment, Wufa is even stronger than before. This is his terror. He is getting stronger all the time and never stops. "Wang Fu, hand over your secret realm, I want it."
As soon as the hairless man picked up his hand, Wang Fu's whole body and forehead moved, and the seven heavens of the secret realm were about to fly away.
He looks like a gentle breeze and a bright moon, indifferent and detached, but once he strikes, he is as quick as thunder and ruthless.
The more than a dozen refined secret realm heavens rotated in a circle, emitting a huge suction force, and all sentient beings were reduced to dust and fell into it.
Without the protection of the seven secret heavens, Wang Fu would have been one step ahead and captured by Wufa.
"Wang Fu, why are you still so stubborn?"
The man without hair was heartbroken when he spoke. Behind him was the spiritual mountain, but he saw a monk walking on the top of the mountain, chanting scriptures step by step.
Under the feet is a rosette made of white lotus, which is holy and pure, making people forget the vulgarity.
The Son of Destiny was very prosperous for a while, but now it is destroyed. After being annexed by Buddhism, only a mountain and a flower are left.
"Look at the mountains, they are mountains, look at the flowers, they are flowers."
Wang Fu murmured to himself, "Looking at the heaven and the earth and seeing yourself, this is the Tao."
"Even if you gain enlightenment, the Thirty-three Secret Realm Heavens will eventually fall into my hands."
Wufa gave an order, the void shook, and the clouds retreated to both sides like splitting waves.
The outline of the celestial body emerged, as if... the remaining secret realms were divided into practitioners and ghosts.
"Sad!"
The King of the True Immortal Palace, the Master of the Dao Palace, and the heads of the ghost tribes all lamented in unison.
I thought I could sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, but I didn't expect that when the two sides started to fight, they had to eat them first to replenish their health.
The Wufa people have a clear purpose. Before dealing with Wang Fu, they must first steal their secret realm to increase their strength and chances of winning.
However, how could they agree? The few remaining cards they had left could never be given away without resistance.
"Keep the Litian Plank Road, there is no room for loss in the secret realm.'"
After all, the secret world is not just a piece of dough that can be rounded or flattened. There are rules for fighting for and occupying it.
What's more, before the war, both sides had anticipated the possibility of having their homes stolen, so they stocked up heavily on guard.
Yunzhong Dao Palace, Zhenxian Mansion. Mo Xia's large and small sects gathered together. They were originally responsible for more than a dozen secret realm heavens, but now they are concentrated in five or six secret realm heavens, and they have a lot of manpower.
The same is true for the Ghost Tribe of the Ten Directions. Ghosts already have a numerical advantage, but now they are even more crowded in all the secret realms.
Originally, they were trying to guard against Wang Fu, but they ended up falling on Wu Fa.
In each of the secret realms of Heaven, Master Gao, Zhong Tian, Shao Tian, Jiuqu High Realm, Middle Realm, and First Realm, countless practitioners lead their disciples to guard the key points of the secret realm according to their stages.
Regardless of Wang Fu or Wufa, the first step in conquering the secret realm is to face the huge number of practitioners and ghosts.
"That's all."
He is the future Buddha, the founder of Buddhism, and the spiritual leader of countless monks in the Sangha.
In his eyes, the lineup you used to deal with Wang Fu is just like a chicken and a dog, vulnerable to a single blow.
"Illuminating the Three Thousand, saving all sentient beings, I am the only Buddha to purify the world."
Amidst the sounds of chanting, figures appeared at the end of the plank roads in various secret realms, coming from the void in a steady stream.
The monks invaded, broke into the spiritual sect in large numbers, and the secret world occupied by the ghost tribe Zhang from all directions.
Wang Fu is a lonely man, so he can use the crowd tactics with him, but he has more than a million Buddhist monks under his command.
"Take refuge, take refuge, take refuge.
When the trumpet of the Declaration of War sounded, monks of different shapes, either human or ghost, inserted themselves into the secret realm and fought with many practitioners and ghosts. In an instant, the shouts of killing spread throughout the heavens, and the colors of countless heavens, earth, and worlds changed.
“Dongdongdong.
As soon as they came into contact, countless heavenly masters fell, evil ghosts lost their lives, and the Sangha suffered heavy casualties.
This huge battle was no less than the last battle between the Son of Destiny and Buddhism.
However, even if the spiritual sect and the ghost tribe from all directions joined forces, they quickly began to be at a disadvantage in the face of the invasion of the monks.
Surrounding the Litian Plank Road, countless figures fell like rain, including practitioners, ghosts, and members of the Sangha.
"Wang Fu, watch out, this is just the beginning."
Wufa said to Wang Fu, "Your plan will definitely create a situation that is thousands of times more tragic than what we are seeing now."