"In the group just now, Xianyu Monk is gone, Yuan Toutuo is gone too..."
The fat monk heard the young monk lamenting and felt calm. After all, it was a big change.
No one expected that the majestic Three Treasures Heavenly King, the number three figure in Buddhism, would actually be determined to die together.
The monks mentioned by the companions next to him were none other than Yuan Toutuo, an outstanding monk of this generation. Although he was not as good as the fat monk's miracles from heaven, he was still blessed with merit.
If nothing happens, these monks will surely be awarded Arhat status ranging from Arhat to Amosa, and will be ranked among the upper and middle levels of Buddhism, and will have an infinitely bright future, just like their predecessors.
However, their future was interrupted just now and was reduced to ashes in the burning fire of the Three Treasure Heavenly Lord.
How sad is it that after a living person is burned, only ashes that can’t be reached are left?
The fat monk clasped his hands together and said, "How good!"
Apart from the usual Buddha's name, he couldn't think of anything else to say. The brutality of the Lingshan battlefield was far beyond his expectation.
He still remembered that the Bing Xin Monk he met on the road died in battle before he could reach Lingling Mountain. He could only find the name he left behind on the Tongtian List, which was difficult to find among the billions of names.
"Lingshan is like a chopping block for meat, and hundreds of millions of enemies have forged it into a butcher's knife that removes bones and cuts meat, slaughtering all living beings like cattle and sheep."
He said something treasonous and unethical in his heart, "Lord Buddha, you are the biggest butcher in this world."
"My family kills pigs and sheep just to provide food and water for the neighbors. You kill hundreds of millions of animals all the time, but what is your purpose?"
The battlefield is becoming more and more fierce. The Three Jewels Heavenly Lord and the Infinite Ashuta are on both sides. The top five senior officials have also fallen. The battle continues. Is there anyone who can survive?
"The bird Ashuta is here."
The proud chirping of birds resounded in the air, and countless colorful feathers spun up from scratch, picking out a young man wearing colorful clothes and colorful eyebrows. The bird Ashuta finally appeared after the death of Wuliang Ashuta.
"Ruyi Tianjun, haven't you come forward yet?"
"He's dead. If you have any plans, it's time to reveal them. Come out quickly."
The two main streams of the Nine Heavens, the Three Pure Ones and the Five Emperors. The recently fallen Three Treasures Heavenly Lord is the leader of the five emperors, so the Ruyi Heavenly Lord is the leader of the huge Three Pure Ones Army, and his status is still above him.
The bird Ashuto called the formation again and again, but Ruyi Tianjun never showed up. He raised his hand casually, and colorful rays of light fell from his brow.
But seeing the interlacing light in the sky, in the blink of an eye, he killed five real dragons and split a dozen thunderclouds.
Countless Heavenly Punishment Thunder Envoys and Menglong Guards were suddenly attacked, their bodies were pierced, or their limbs were severed. There was a bloody rain in the sky, and broken limbs and broken arms were flying everywhere.
"Qiao Crow, don't leave Jing Zhang, I'm here to meet you."
The concubine, accompanied by the black-headed yaksha, stopped in front of Ashuta.
"Are you not qualified?"
Bird Asuto shook his head, but after thinking about it, "I don't think many people can kill you except me, so come here."
The concubine Tiannu sneered, "They say that among Buddhists, you are the most arrogant. It is true that I saw you today."
"Today I am going to pluck out your bird feathers and turn you into a veritable bald turtle."
The symbol of Buddhism is the lightless head, but the bird Ashuda is an exception. He is proud of his gorgeous feathers.
"My concubine, you are too shallow. You are just a wild female ghost. You were promoted by the Lord of Nine Heavens to be where you are today. Now you have taken away the white lotus. Without the support of the lotus spirit, you are already a piece of hollow tofu."
The bird Ashuta said coldly, "You don't have much to say, but your Yaksha army is something that the Buddha is bound to get."
Looking past the concubine, his eyes fell on Wutou Yasha, "When the concubine dies, you can lead the people to surrender."
The black-headed yaksha smiled and shook his head, "We, the lonely ghosts, will be cannon fodder wherever we go, so I don't want to go through the trouble anymore."
"In that case..."
The bird Asuto held half of the words in his mouth, suddenly raised his head, and burst out colorful rays of light from his eyes, shooting at the concubine and the black-headed yaksha. Good fellow, as soon as the two eyes came out, the inside and outside of Lingshan suddenly became dim.
All heavenly light, precious light, and eyesight become weak and insignificant when contrasted by the two rays of light.
The concubine screamed, "Back away!" She blocked herself in front of the black-headed Yaksha, inserted her hands into her chest, and tore her body apart. In an instant, the flesh and blood all over her body bloomed into petals, stacked layer by layer, and a lotus rose from the ground.
Formed from flesh and blood.
The two eyes of the bird A Xing Xutuo fell on the lotus, and the flesh and blood began to wither and fall off.
"die."
But the crow Ashuta moved. He walked quickly, dragging behind him his colorful tail feathers that seemed to be gorgeous.
He walked to the flesh and blood lotus, looked down from a high position, raised his hands, twisted them into steel-like melon seeds, each grabbed one end and exerted force on both sides. Wow!
Amidst the sound of tearing, the flesh and blood lotus, which had withered and shrunk, now split into two halves.
Concubine Tiannu rolled down in front of him and was cut in half at the waist. She turned over the palm of her right hand that she had always clenched, and a ray of light flashed out.
This light is the light of a mirror, and the bird Ashuta is reflected in it, representing the Wufa Ones fighting against the Son of Destiny.
Coincidentally, his enemy at that time was Old Man Mo Jing, who was also one of the past identities of the Lord of Nine Heavens.
"Moiré Mirror."
The bird Asuto felt bad and quickly stepped back, but now it was too late.
The concubine looked miserable, she risked her life just for this opportunity.
"You should never, never should, let your master leave his reflection."
"The moiré mirror inherits future cause and effect. Although it allows you to exist until now, it also determines your end."
As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow flew out from the mirror and pounced in front of the bird Ashuta.
In the blink of an eye, countless gorgeous feathers rose up, the colorful lights were extinguished one by one, and frightened screams sounded.
After a while, the crow Ashuta disappeared without a trace, leaving only a gray-headed crow with frightened eyes.
"When I was in Gushan, I loved eating birds. They taste best when eaten raw."
The concubine opened her mouth, but the crow had no time to spread its wings and was swallowed into her mouth. She chewed it a few times and swallowed it.
Then, the concubine held the moiré mirror, rested her head on her knees, closed her eyes, and returned to peace.
Sadness appeared in the eyes of Wutou Yasha. Seeing this, he half-knelt in front of the concubine until she disappeared.
It was another tragic death, and countless high-level experts from Jiuchongtian and Lingshan were shocked to see it.
"The bird Ashuta is also dead.
If this rhythm continues, in just three to five days, it will be the turn of the Lord of the Nine Heavens and the Lord Buddha to face off for a life and death battle.
The battle at Lingshan has reached its final stage.
On the Babel List, the names of Concubine Tiannu and Bird Ashutuo appeared on the cloth as red as fire.
At this time, both the enemy and ourselves, looking at the color of Tongtian Bang, felt that blood was stronger than fire.
Line after line of names, no matter how prominent and noble they were during their lifetime, only their names are left now.