Lingshan Buddhist Kingdom, the twenty-four heavens, is a complete system of Buddhism from top to bottom.
When facing the outside world, these units form an impenetrable line of defense.
Coupled with the hundreds of millions of Sangha members and countless strong Arhats participating in the battle, it can be said to be an invincible existence.
However, with the invasion of extraterrestrial gods and demons, Buddhism's defense lines began to break down more and more, and the situation became increasingly critical.
Although the origins of the gods and demons outside the world are complex and their levels are uneven, the strong ones among them are enough to threaten the upper echelons of Buddhism. In addition, with the vigorous cultivation of ghosts, gods and immortals, it is no exaggeration to claim that there are hundreds of millions of gods and demons.
"Boom."
A monk at the Amosa level, with palms as big as mountains, able to penetrate the opponent's formation
However, after the evil ghosts retreated, a heavenly master holding a sword rushed out and struck him between the eyebrows.
Amosa was protected by golden light and had cultivated the Buddhist golden body to the highest level, but when faced with this sword, he was still spinning.
The next moment, it was no longer possible for him to maintain his suspended state at high altitude, and he fell down top-heavy.
"The bald dog must die."
The heavenly master holding the sword had just succeeded when he heard a sound coming through the air. He turned around and saw millions of rosary beads coming like a torrential rain. He swung his sword to cut away all the rosary beads within sight.
Split in half.
However, the rosary beads were endless and overwhelmed the sword-wielding Master after a moment.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
The sword was broken, the man died, and the rosary was suddenly collected, turning into a circle of beads that could be collected in the palm of the hand, and fell into the hands of a certain Ashuta.
As soon as the Arhat put the beads on his wrist, he felt something in his heart and suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of his head.
The void that was originally densely populated by monks and gods and demons suddenly appeared with infinite light, white and green.
The vast momentum covered the battlefield in the blink of an eye.
It should be noted that after repeated wars, gods and demons from outside the world have invaded the Buddhist Kingdom. A small part of this battlefield is within the Buddhist Kingdom, and the majority is still outside, divided into two halves by the edge of the Buddhist Kingdom.
"The King of Gods from Outer Heaven, or the Heretic Immortal?"
The Arhat was heartbroken and knew that once the opponent's generals came, unless it was a few of the top Asudos in Buddhism or the Lord Buddha himself, few monks could stop the opponent.
Unless it's...human sea tactics, stacking Arhats.
In the void, a large amount of green air emerged, bubbling and bubbling, accompanied by fairy music.
Qingyang Immortal, one of the righteous immortals, came to the battlefield. The surrounding gods and demons were cheering, knowing that victory was in sight.
All other monks, including Arhat, knew that the end was over.
There are tens of millions of battlefields surrounding the Buddha Kingdom, and their side is only an insignificant place. The main elites are distributed elsewhere. There are many gods, kings, and immortals among the gods and demons outside the world. Only the Lord Buddha can surrender, but facing them is
A crushing existence.
"You bald dogs will all disappear into thin air!"
The Qingyang Immortal spoke calmly, and the void rolled, and a huge sheep's head appeared. Its horns were curved inwards and were as sharp as hooks.
The next moment, the sheep's head burst into the void with a strong green air.
Groups of golden light were shattered. The golden light of Buddhism could not be blocked and was easily pierced by the horns of the sheep.
"King Kong is indestructible.,"
One of the Arhats roared and looked, and his body turned into golden color, but it only held on for a moment longer.
Qingyang Immortal heard his roar and chuckled, "So shameless, taking the name of the Ghost Tribe as your own?"
Nowadays, few people remember that among the ghost tribes in the ten directions, there was a Theravada ghost tribe named Vajra.
However, the gods and demons outside the world, as remnants of the old era, will never forget it.
The green air was billowing, the sheep's heads were charging wildly, each monk was pierced through the body, blood and wine were flowing for a long time, and all the casualties were wiped out in an instant.
The arrival of the immortals was a dimensionality reduction strike. The battlefield instantly became quiet, and the gods and demons from outside the world had an absolute advantage.
However, there was no joy on Qingyang Immortal's face. He knew that the partial victory would not change the overall situation of the battle.
On an overall level, the Buddha's suppression of them still exists.
This time, from an optimistic point of view, the invasion from outside the world may be the same as before, but from a pessimistic perspective, it is very likely to lead to a counterattack by Buddhism. The gods and demons from outside the world will be wiped out, and even the former ghosts, gods, and immortals will not be spared.
"Wang Fu, what's your plan? We immortals and gods are trying to survive in the sky, but now we can't even find a place in the ninth heaven!"
"You are so eager to kill us all. Could it be that you have some tacit understanding with Wufa?"
Qingyang Immortal was still meditating, but a horrifying presence on the battlefield next door had already turned its attention to him.
"Crow Ashuda."
Many members of the sangha looked at that figure with admiration and reverence, their hearts filled with infinite gratitude.
If it hadn't been for the crow Ashuta descending from the sky, this battlefield would have been conquered long ago.
"Crow."
A dead evil ghost spit out blood from its mouth. The blood was glowing with colors and condensed into a soft feather shape.
His whole body was in tatters and covered with traces of torture. Who could have imagined that the bird on the opposite side, Asuto, had only made one move to cause such injuries?
With one move, the great evil ghost who led the invasion of the Buddhist Kingdom was on the verge of death. Most of the tens of thousands of gods and demons following him turned into dust, and the rest were broken limbs suspended in the air.
It is difficult to piece together the original appearance.
The bird Ashituo is the top warrior in Buddhism and one of the few beings under the Lord Buddha.
He turned around and looked towards the depths of the void, where he found the battlefield at the feet of Immortal Qingyang.
"Buddhism is really an evil sect. It divides its own realms and its power increases infinitely."
"The strength of the bird is already equal to that of ghosts, gods and immortals, and even more so. It has not yet become a Buddha."
I also thought about the Lord Buddha himself. Capturing immortals and gods is like catching chickens and dogs, which is not a true Buddha.
So the question is, how powerful is the real Buddha? Can it really withstand the doomsday catastrophe when the ghosts come to the world? For a moment, Qingyang Immortal was shaken in his heart, but the other party did not give him much time.
A colorful vortex rose in front of him, and a powerful aura came out, it was the bird Ashuta.
This hand was so miraculous that it directly crossed a million miles of space and landed on another battlefield.
The top Buddhist being who likes fancy clothes, wears colorful belts, and behaves like a frivolous young man finally comes to the Qingyang Immortal.
"Qingyang Immortal! Great, we have one more guest at the foot of Lingshan Mountain."
Without saying a word, the great bird Ashituo raised his palm, and light as thin as a hair emerged. These lights were condensed from seven colors.
The light may be straight or meandering. After it appears, the surrounding void becomes darker.
Qingyang Immortal took a deep breath, a huge sheep head rose behind him, and the green smoke became thicker.
Gurgling, fist-sized bubbles emerged from the green air, rolling and crowding together.
When the two confront each other, everything that happens on this battlefield is reflected in a speck of dust.
Wei Mochen landed on the fingertips of the beads, and various images were reflected in his pupils.
The Buddha's eyes are slightly closed, and if you look through the slits of your eyes, you can see twenty-four overlapping pupils.
The twenty-four heavens constitute the endless system of the Buddhist kingdom, and all battlefields for invasion by foreign enemies are within it.