Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 639: Bomb the Nether and attack the White Lotus! (Great debt repayment
The sound of reading aloud resounded through the splendid land.
Here, it is the reading place of the Han family, and it is also the Confucian world of Han Changli, the head of the church.
In this world, talent is still important, but hard work also has incredible power.
Once there was a semi-sage evaluation, studying here, as long as you are diligent, your potential will increase by at least 30%.
In other words, the talent that originally stopped at the fourth rank can gain the future of a third-rank great Confucian here.
This is the magic of "hard work".
In this world of Confucianism, Han Changli's holy question is engraved: How can I study?
And the answer is the rule of this Confucian world-
Shushan has road and diligence as a path, and learning is boundless and hard work!
In the previous dynasty, there were two semi-sages, Sun Jing and Su Qin, who evolved the supernatural powers of "head hanging beams" and "cone thorns" to enhance the potential of Confucian scholars of the human race. Han Changli was the first.
At the time of the splendid consecration of the saint, the scholar Yan Qingchen once wrote the holy way "to persuade learning", and for this reason Fangtiandi was a town——
"It's the time when the boy is studying."
"Black hair doesn't know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late."
At this moment, Han Changli was reading the bound book "Journey to the West" a few times under the ginkgo tree. Suddenly, he felt something, closed the page, and looked forward.
The space that Han Changli was watching was distorted for a while, and then a figure walked out of it.
"Wenchang is here..." Han Changli said with a faint smile, the figure also solidified, his body swayed slightly, and then he restrained.
"I've seen the teacher." The half-sun called Wenchang saluted, listening to the sound of reading in his ear, and smiled lightly, "It's been a long time since I came to the teacher's hard-working world, and listening to these children's reading sounds, Reminds me of the past."
"What's the past?" Han Changli motioned for the other party to sit down and smiled, "Is it because I studied too hard in this saint's world, and I haven't returned for ten years. After I went out, I found out that the woman I loved was married?"
The half-sage opposite also smiled helplessly: "Master, don't mention this again."
Han Changli was intrigued and said, "You are the one who wrote the poems, not to mention you."
"Huanjun Mingzhu is in tears, I wish I could meet when I was not married..."
"Those who don't know, think I'm a tiger and wolf in this world of hard work!"
"Don't think that if you used a woman's tone, as a teacher, you didn't know that you wrote this poem back then."
Zhang Wenchang quickly got up and saluted: "Master, this disciple admits you wrong."
Having teased the always upright eldest disciple, Han Changli stopped talking, but asked about the business: "What does Mr. Xiyi say about that boy Chen's plan?"
Bringing up the business, Zhang Wenchang looked solemn and said seriously: "Mr. Xiyi said that this plan is feasible, and the Taoist Palace will follow the pace of the church!"
Hearing this, Han Changli nodded: "Chen Xiaozi has already set out the hiding place of the great Bodhisattva in charge. It should be activated in the next few days, and you stay by my side."
"Yes!" Zhang Wenchang responded, but his brows still wrinkled unconsciously.
Such a small gesture naturally can't hide from Han Changli's eyes. The so-called knowing son Mo Ruofu, as a master, even if the other party has been ordained a saint, Han Changli still knows the other party's mind.
"Do you think Chen Xiaozi's plan is too childish and full of loopholes?"
"And you think that the great Bodhisattva in charge is really stupid and not worthy of his status?"
Zhang Wenchang nodded and said, "I do have this doubt."
"Let's not mention it. Since the Great Bodhisattva in charge can be in charge of such a plan, and he has been lurking for so long without being discovered, his scheming must be deep. How could Chen Luo reveal so many flaws in just a few words!"
"You..." Han Changli stretched out his hand and nodded to Zhang Wenchang, sighing: "Too honest, this Confucian sect's exquisite mind has not grasped half of it."
"At this point, Chen Xiaozi doesn't think his martial arts is colorful, and his heart is really black."
Speaking of this, Han Changli also smiled, and then continued, "Don't replace yourself with others."
"Chen Xiaozi can deceive the great Bodhisattva in charge, there are two core points."
"One, the world of the world cannot know about things in the world. This is a well-recognized truth in the world. Although this plan originated in the world, it has fallen into the world. No matter how much speculation in the world, the beginning and the end will not be found."
"The second one is the Buddha's bone relic. Buddhists in the Western Regions spent a lot of money to refine the communication talisman with the Buddha's bone relic, which was originally for safety. It also refined the unique bloodline in the world for Jinyue. To be honest, let In the eyes of this sage, there is no reason for anything to happen."
"Although there is information about the transformation of blood into supernatural powers in martial arts, it is still too low for a great bodhisattva. Apart from Chen Xiaozi, only Adamo has entered the seven thousand li, so naturally he will pay less attention."
"You must see through the news of Chen Xiaozi's return to the Netherworld and the blood transformation at the same time, so that there is barely a chance to connect things together."
Seeing Zhang Wenchang and wanting to say more, Han Changli raised his hand and interrupted: "This is an internal cause, as well as an external cause."
"First of all, Chen Xiaozi used the three major forces of Wen Yunsun, Bai Yanyan, and Qilin King to attack at the same time. If you don't know the hidden identity behind Chen Xiaozi, how can you associate it with each other?"
"Secondly, the tide of blood is imminent. At this time, the role of Jinyue becomes more and more important. In a hurry, I suspect that there are many traitors in Buddhism in the Western Regions, so naturally I will be a little confused. This sage often said that whenever a major event requires Calmness, that's the truth."
"Finally, you and I all know the origin of Buddhism in the Western Regions. It was originally infected by demonic energy and occupied the great avenue of ancient Buddhism."
"A bunch of guys with a gilded body and a hollow belly, the higher the cultivation level, the deeper the influence of the demonic energy, how can it be compared with the immeasurable enlightenment of the true Buddha?"
"In this way, you will find that although Chen Xiaozi's plan is simple, it is effective."
"When we look at the mountains, we see that 'the water is bright and clear, and the mountains are beautiful when the sky is covered with rain'; when the great Bodhisattva looked at the mountains, he said, 'I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, and I only live in this mountain'! "
Hearing Han Changli's explanation, Zhang Wenchang sighed: "The future generations are formidable."
After speaking, he stood up and saluted Han Changli again, "Thank you, teacher, for clarifying your doubts."
"You have a simple mind. Don't study these scheming too much, so as not to affect the holy way." Han Changli waved his hand and said, "Next, it's the second step of Chen Xiaozi's three-step plan."
Zhang Wenchang stood up straight and said with a smile, "This disciple understands."
"The next step is: I am entering the Wanshan circle, and a mountain will release a mountain."
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Daxuan, Lin'an.
Ye Dafu stood in the corner obediently, holding a teapot.
Chen Luo, who was so busy, didn't expect that Yan Baichuan actually helped him contact three demigods.
"It's hard work for the three seniors." Chen Luo bowed and saluted, and the three half-sages waved their hands slightly, looking at Chen Luo curiously.
"Don't be polite, Wuhou, this time is also a big plan for my human race. It's us who are saints who thank you." A middle-aged half-sage who led him laughed.
He looks a little thin, but he is more vigorous. If you look at him closely, you will only feel that it is real and fantasy, as if a person is in a painting.
"Exactly, it's just that I was inconvenient to enter the Southern Wilderness, so I let Wuhou come here to meet. If this plan is successful, the merits are immeasurable." The other half-sage who looked younger also smiled slightly.
"You're welcome, it's all from my own family!" The last fat prince in a royal robe laughed and glared at Ye Dafu, "What are you doing standing here, come and pour tea!"
"Hey, grandpa!" Ye Dafu was shocked by the roar, he hurriedly stepped forward to pour tea, and looked at Chen Luo helplessly.
Chen Luo shrugged, expressing helplessness.
"Wuhou, the hall master has already informed me of your plan." The middle-aged half-sage said, "Since there is already the specific location of the great Bodhisattva, use it as the core to draw eight hundred miles of heaven and earth. The old man is fine."
"It's just that the old man has never seen the tide of blood, so I might have missed something."
Without waiting for Chen Luo to speak, Lao Jing Wang quickly said, "That's why I called this prince here too."
"Zhang Zhengdao, you can draw with confidence. This king has seen the tides of blood, and I will tell you where I need to adjust."
"It's hard work for King Jing." Zhang Zhengdao nodded, "Old Master Rong first opened his eyes to explore the landscape and terrain of that side."
After speaking, Zhang Zhengdao sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and a streak of holy might emanated from him. Chen Luo felt that something in the sky was related to Zhang Zhengdao in front of him.
At this time, the other half-sage smiled lightly: "Brother Zhengdao is in charge of the core of 800 li, and the sage will paint thousands of miles of rivers and mountains that are 800 miles away."
Lao Jing Wang looked at the other party and hesitated: "Wang Ximeng, the purpose of painting a thousand miles around is to shield the perception of the surrounding, so as not to be tipped off. It is of great significance. Your canonization time is still short, do you need to call another person and a half? Holy Fellowship?"
When Wang Ximeng heard King Jing's words, he was not dissatisfied, but said with a smile: "King Jing, don't worry, I traveled to the Southern Wilderness in my early years, and I used to paint thousands of miles of landscapes. It can definitely cut off internal and external connections.”
After listening to the old King Jing, he nodded and looked at Chen Luo again. Chen Luo smiled lightly and said to Wang Ximeng, "Mr. Ximeng has worked hard."
Chen Luo didn't know what King Jing said. He was obviously referring to Wang Ximeng, but he was actually telling Chen Luo.
Immediately, Wang Ximeng took the lead in writing, painting the country on the long scroll. Shao Qing, Zhang Zhengdao also opened his eyes and took out his brush.
For a time, the holy majesty in the secret room was rippling, and only the sound of brushing brushes could be heard.
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An hour later, Zhang Zhengdao took the lead in writing, and handed the drawn 800-mile blood tidal map to Lao Jingwang and Chen Luo. Lao Jing Wang took the picture, frowned, and shook his head slightly.
"The clouds of luck are stacked, and the power of heaven and earth is eight-point similar, but there are still some things missing."
Zhang Zhengdao looked serious: "What else is there?"
"In this cloud of luck, when there is a shadow of the blood of the demon clan looming, the charm of the blood of the demon clan can be revealed."
Zhang Zhengdao frowned: "But the blood shadow of the demon clan involves the source of the bloodline and cannot be imitated. If the pen is written, it will be easier to see through..."
At this moment, Chen Luo weakly said, "I have it!"
Zhang Zhengdao looked at Chen Luo, Chen Luo thought about it, and a picture scroll flew out from his forehead and landed in front of Zhang Zhengdao, only to see five big characters written on the picture scroll: Bai Ze Jingwei Figure!
"The picture book is not complete, but it should be available soon, right?" Chen Luo asked.
Zhang Zhengdao was stunned for a moment, his soul swept across the picture of the Bai Ze sprite, and his face immediately showed a happy expression: "It's available, it's available! Little friend, wait a moment, the old man will temporarily integrate the picture of Bai Ze sprite into this painting. "
"When the old man takes back this painting, the picture of Bai Ze's spirit and monster will also be separated. Little friends don't have to worry about the lack of this bloodline magic power."
"Wait..." King Jing continued, "In addition to the blood shadow, there are other things missing."
After speaking, Old King Jing frowned, thought for a long time, and said, "Blood and air transport will inevitably lead to the induction of blood essence. I can't forge such a rule, but if blood is used as ink, it will can have the same effect."
Zhang Zhengdao shook his head: "That requires a lot of blood essence, which requires a church..."
"I have!" Chen Luo said softly again.
Zhang Zhengdao shook his head slightly: "Little friend, this blood essence needs a huge amount, I'm afraid..."
Chen Luo waved his hand, and instantly filled with bottles and jars, exuding a strong blood energy.
"Are these enough?" Chen Luo asked.
Old King Jing felt the scent of blood essence and blood emanating from the bottle and jar, and frowned slightly.
Fuck!
Aren't you trying to be your demon clan teacher, setting up a kind and charitable character? Where did so much high-quality blood come from?
"That... Martial arts are poor, so I saved a little more." Chen Luo explained in a low voice, joking, he has so many alliance leaders in Fangcunshan, and he is the head of Qilin Domain, when will there be less blood essence?
"Eight hundred miles is enough." Zhang Zhengdao made a rough estimate and nodded, his heart was also boiling with enthusiasm.
The blood is the ink, and the painting is eight hundred miles away!
He is a semi-sage, and he has never fought such a wealthy battle!
It's not that he can't collect these, mainly because as a semi-sacred, he is watched too closely.
"Wait!" King Jing said again, "I'm still missing something!"
"What's missing?" Zhang Zhengdao asked calmly, not panicking at this time.
"The spirit of the prehistoric..."
"I have it!" Chen Luo looked at Lao Jingwang, you were staring at me.
He took out a few pieces of the aura that had been refined into crystals, and Chen Luo looked at King Jing: "Grandpa Ye, what else is missing, please tell me."
Old King Jing was also a little embarrassed, but he still said, "According to common sense, these are enough."
"But this time the blood tidal scale is not small. We know this, and the Buddhists of the Western Regions probably also know it."
"So if you want to deceive them, you still need a powerful bloodline to sit down!"
Old King Jing and Zhang Zhengdao looked at Chen Luo, and even Wang Ximeng, who was beside him, looked over curiously.
Chen Luo lived up to expectations and nodded: "I have..."
Old King King: I know you have it, hurry up and drop a drop, Bai Ze blood essence...
"Emperor demon unicorn, is it okay?" Chen Luo asked innocently.
King King: ?
Zhang Zhengdao: ?
Wang Ximeng: ?
This answer is not written in the information.
When did you get the bloodline of the Emperor Demon Qilin?
Isn't the unicorn extinct for two thousand years?
Aren't you the bloodline of the hidden unicorn?
Fuck!
Look at what you brought out!
The blood of the demon race of eight hundred miles, the aura of the wilderness concentrated into spar, and the breath of the blood of the emperor demon unicorn.
All of these things can hire two or three demon ancestors to attack the great Bodhisattva in charge.
So extravagant!
You're only seven thousand miles away, right?
With such a Daoist, Martial Dao will be poor?
It's no wonder that there are rumors among the people recently: the poor are rich in martial arts...
Looking at the eyes of the three saints, Chen Luo coughed dryly, thought of something, and said, "By the way, there is one more thing missing."
Old King Jing was stunned: "What?"
Chen Luo grinned: "Atmosphere!"
Old King Jing narrowed his eyes and had a bad premonition in his heart.
…
Just as Chen Luo and the other half-sages forged the tide of blood, the Boya Bodhisattva was restless.
It always feels like something bad is about to happen.
When his practice reaches his level, he will still produce some future perceptions.
"Could it be that Jinyue had an accident?" Boya Bodhisattva moved in his heart. After all, the last time Jinyue contacted him was a day ago.
The last piece of information was that Qilin Domain Gan Tang was staring at him. He wouldn't have an accident, would he?
It's all my fault, why did I let him go to the Qilin Domain?
Alas...
He said his position, and so far there is no abnormality. It seems that he really misunderstood Jin Yue before.
It's all coincidence!
"No, you must ensure the safety of Jinyue!" Boya Bodhisattva thought for a while, then took out the Buddha's bone relic, and left a message: "Fuding, please reply when you see it."
"Inform me of your location, and I will find you in person."
"Before the tide of blood, you are with this seat, and this seat will definitely keep you safe!"
"Remember, see the quick return."
"This seat is waiting for you!"
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Two days later.
"I love you walking in the dark alleys alone, I love your cheap appearance, I love you when I confronted despair, and I would not cry..."
"To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night..."
Chen Luo was sitting on a hill several hundred miles away from the Great Bodhisattva in charge, roasting game while humming a song. At this moment, there was a loud explosion of thunder in the sky.
Immediately, the blue uprightness almost filled the sky of the Southern Wilderness, and a voice sounded like thunder—
"Wolfslaughter, come to fight!"
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Old King Jing stood in the mid-air at the junction of Daxuan and Nanhuang, and the power of the half-sage was released with a bang.
Chen Luo asked him to roar at any demon clan ancestor, and he naturally thought of the wolf slaughter ancestor who came to sneak attack before.
Soon, in the Southern Wilderness, a blood energy also rose to the sky, a wolf head phantom slowly condensed, and a wolf howl: "Ye Lai, the tide is coming, don't be in a hurry to fight!"
"Bah! If you're afraid, just say it straight, this king will let you go." Old King Jing spat and fired an attack at will.
"Ye Lai, you are courting death!" Lang Lu waved his hand to break up King Jing's attack. Ancestral stars in the sky shone with blood and energy. When he was about to fight, he suddenly froze for a moment.
Old King Jing ran away!
"Ye Lai!" Lang Lu was about to chase, when suddenly his ears moved, as if he had received some news, he stopped.
But before Lang Lu understood what King King Jing's actions meant, there were demonic auras everywhere in the Southern Wilderness.
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Qingqiu, Peach Blossom Forest.
Bai Yanyan frowned, looking at the great saints who were desperately exuding aura in the peach blossom forest, and sighed: "More strength!"
"Make the momentum."
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Yuyuan, Yushan.
The sage king of the snake tribe looked at the jade slip in his hand and frowned: "When the semi-sage of the human race crosses the border, release the power of the great sage?"
"What does the Lord of Baishan want to do?"
Although he had doubts in his heart, the Sage Monarch of the Snake Clan nodded and let go of his aura, and it didn't matter.
"Let's go!" The sage of the Snake Clan gave an order, and all the sages of the Snake Clan on Yushan Mountain were all enchanting!
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Junji Country, Junji Mountain.
"Have you seen the request of the White Mountain Lord..."
"He wants to see the aura of my ape and monkey clan, whether it is worthy of the title of Monkey King's own clan."
"Give me all the momentum, my ape family is as powerful as the sky!"
"The time has come for the blood and the Monkey King to test us!"
Immediately, the entire Junji Nation, the demonic energy seemed to have condensed into substance, breaking through the sky.
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Davari.
The Sacred Monarch of the Bear Clan sensed the sudden rush of blood in Nanhuang and nodded.
"Let them see the aura of my bear clan!"
"Yes!"
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Kylin Domain.
"Fuck, you can't be cowardly!"
"Let them find out who Nanhuang is taking the lead!"
"The unicorn beast blood formation, arrange it!"
"I am full of coercion!"
"My Kylin Domain, no errand!"
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Colorful fairyland.
"What happened to those monsters?"
"What kind of momentum does the good end put?"
"Did something happen that we don't know about?"
"Forget it, let go of your aura, and you won't suffer any losses. Send the order, the Great Sage and above, release your coercive aura!"
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Tiger Mountain.
Feng Nanzhi: "Boring!"
…
"Well...why are those monsters who I didn't say hello come to join in the fun?" Chen Luo sensed Nanhuang's weather at this time, and a hint of doubt flashed on his face.
But, what about him!
The more atmosphere groups the better.
The blood is all over the Southern Wilderness, and the atmosphere is in place!
Immediately, Chen Luo took out two scrolls, which exuded a faint holy majesty. One of them is "A Thousand Miles of Southern Wilderness". As soon as Chen Luo let go, the scroll flew away by itself, and then unfolded in the air. The picture in the scroll seemed to fly out of the picture, and then turned into a spot of light. floating around.
Chen Luo's eyes flashed, and he always felt that the world seemed to have changed, but nothing had changed.
But then, Chen Luo opened another scroll. As soon as this scroll was opened, the picture in the painting immediately turned into light and shot into the air, leaving only a blank scroll.
After doing all this, Chen Luo turned his blood into magical powers, and turned into Jin Yue's appearance again.
At the same time, feeling the breath of Jin Yue's blood, the Buddha bone relic vibrated again.
"Foding, are you all right?" came the eager greetings of the Great Bodhisattva in charge.
Chen Luo let his mind shake for a while before replying: "Nine...nine deaths."
"Great Bodhisattva, I'm coming to you now!"
The message of the Great Bodhisattva immediately came from the opposite side: "No, where are you, I'm going to find you? I sensed the sudden agitation of Nanhuang. There was a confrontation between the semi-sage and the ancestral demon before. Maybe something big happened."
"Major event? Could it be..." Chen Luo looked up at the sky, paused for a moment, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when an obvious red blood line appeared in the sky.
That painting works.
"Great Bodhisattva, look at the sky!"
"The tide of blood is coming!"
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When the Great Bodhisattva in the sealing formation saw Chen Luo's reply, his heart moved.
Here?
It seems, it's a little early, right?
However, he suppressed the seal formation that blocked his tracks immediately, and flashed directly into the cave where he was hiding. When he raised his head, he saw a blood line in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the blood lines turned into blood-colored clouds, layer upon layer, like a wave, overwhelming the sky.
The Great Bodhisattva frowned slightly, since the matter was serious, he decided to observe for a while.
At this time, faint shadows of ancestor demon blood appeared in the clouds, one, two, three... In the blink of an eye, it was the blood shadow of the source of all kinds of blood.
At this moment, the Great Bodhisattva sensed a faint savage aura emanating from the clouds.
"It's the tide of blood!" The Great Bodhisattva waved his hand, and he threw a monster out of the Buddhist kingdom. He pointed to the sky and asked, "Have you sensed the power of blood?"
The demon clan stared blankly at the sky, and suddenly shouted, and the momentum rose slightly.
"It's true!" The Great Bodhisattva in charge was stunned for a moment, and then he heard a beast roar. The great Bodhisattva's eyes flickered with golden light, and he opened his Buddhist wisdom eyes, and found that something seemed to come out from the depths of the blood-colored clouds. generally.
"The aura of the emperor demon... That's right, it's the blood aura of the White Lotus Tathagata!" The Great Bodhisattva knew it in his heart.
It's no wonder that the momentum of the Southern Wilderness suddenly changed. It turned out that the tide of blood had started.
Although it is a little earlier than the estimated time, no one can set the exact time for this kind of thing.
"Time! The key is to grab time!" The Great Bodhisattva immediately flashed a thought, picked up the Buddha's bone relic, and shouted, "Budding, stay where you are, this seat is about to start."
Then, the Great Bodhisattva took out a seed from the storage order and threw it directly on the ground. After that, the seed took root and sprouted, and a white lotus flower grew.
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At the same time, somewhere in the Southern Wilderness, a first-grade Great Sage suddenly opened his eyes from the meditation.
He moved slightly in his heart, flicked his wrist, and a blue porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.
At this moment, the porcelain vase vibrated slightly.
"The Great Bodhisattva is in formation?"
"Huh? Why is the Southern Wilderness so chaotic, the tide of blood is coming?"
He took out the Buddha's bone relic and sent out an inquiry, but was blocked by Wang Ximeng's picture of a thousand miles, and the message was destined to not be answered.
"No, the Great Bodhisattva has already set off, I can't do anything bad here!" The first-rank Great Sage gritted his teeth, forcing a drop of blood essence onto the porcelain bottle, and the seal on the porcelain bottle was undone, and a vast ghostly death The air is soaring.
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Netherworld, white lotus pure land.
The clock chimed loudly, almost resounding throughout the White Lotus Pure Land.
A great bodhisattva sits high on the white lotus, looking at the great bodhisattvas and bodhisattvas under the seat, looking at the white lotus just blooming in his hand, and uttering a thunderous sound—
"The tide of blood that I have been waiting for is coming!"
"When the battle begins, the two worlds are connected, and all Buddhist disciples will **** the blood, tide and luck!"
"This array has only five breaths, so be sure to inhale all of it into the Nether!"
"When the time comes, the Great Road of Samsara will lead directly to the Netherworld, and the Netherworld battle will be won in a matter of minutes!"
All Buddhist disciples bowed in unison and said, "I will follow the will of the Buddha."
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One, two, three...four.
Chen Luo looked at the ghostly ghost in the sky. Only at this moment did an ancestral demon realize that something was wrong and cast vigilant glances at the ghost.
But the ghostly death energy quickly connected to each other, forming a huge circle that almost covered half of the Southern Wilderness. At this moment, golden light flickered in that circle, and from the golden light, a white lotus bloomed.
Then, the white lotus fell, the golden light dissipated, and inside the circle, the appearance of another world was revealed.
That is a magnificent country, and there are Buddhist scriptures chanting faintly.
"Netherworld! It's a Buddhist sect in the Western Regions!" An ancestor demon exclaimed.
"What are they going to do!"
"What's going on? How do they communicate between the two worlds!"
At this time, a Buddha sound came from the circle: "The layout of the millennium will lead to today. The tide of blood, and I have a fate with Buddha..."
"Bodhisattvas, move... eh?" The tone of voice changed suddenly.
What about the blood tide? What about the luck of the Southern Wilderness?
Chen Luo, who had already been hiding at this time, looked at the huge circle in the sky composed of the ghostly death energy, and said lightly——
"Second Battalion Commander, pull out my Italian cannon..."
As soon as the voice in Chen Luo's mouth fell, two light spots, one blue and one purple, flashed above the sky.
The two blue and purple light spots instantly became larger, turning into two magnificent buildings.
The sanctuary! Taoist Palace!
Just as the Southern Wilderness Ancestral Demons appeared one after another, several Ancestral Demon stars rose up into the sky and landed around the sanctuary and Taoist palace.
The ancestor demon of Qingqiu, the ancestor of Junji, the ancestor of Yuyuan, the ancestor of Qingniu, the ancestor of sheep...
At this time, the voices of the church master and the Taoist palace master sounded at the same time——
"Don't disturb the Southern Wilderness, we are here for Buddhism in the Western Regions!"
At the same time as the voice sounded, many half-sages in the church, many Taoist priests in the Taoist palace, and the Southern Wild Ancestral Demon who knew the inside story, launched the strongest attack on the circle at the same time!
On weekdays, the two worlds are separated, and there has never been such a good attack environment.
It is the pure land of white lotus. It has actively linked the two worlds. In order to quickly **** the luck, even the basic barrier formations are all closed.
This is a big death!
He even drew a target for himself!
"Trap! I've been tricked!" At this moment, the great Bodhisattva in charge suddenly reacted. He picked up the Buddha's bone relic and roared, "Jinyue! You betrayed us!"
However, he was doomed to receive no response.
The three-color attacks of blue, purple, and red from the Sanctuary, the Taoist Palace, and the Ancestral Demon Star, which were jointly launched, intertwined with each other and shot directly into the circle.
At this time, only the magnificent thunder sound in the circle can be heard shouting: "Block it! Block it!"
However, this is a joint attack from the Holy Church, the Taoist Palace, and many ancestral demons!
Almost in the blink of an eye, the attack crossed the two realms, broke through the reluctant defenses, and landed in the White Lotus Pure Land, causing a huge explosion in an instant, and a cloud of suspected mushrooms rose.
Han Changli's voice sounded again in the church: "There are three more breaths, come again!"
The three-color attack of blue, purple, and red ~IndoMTL.com~ shoots again at the White Lotus Pure Land behind the circle.
"You bastard! bastard! bastard!" In the White Lotus Pure Land, the hysterical shouts of the White Lotus Buddha reverberated.
"Second breath!" Han Changli's voice resumed.
This time, several more ancestral demon stars rose up and joined the attack.
"One breath!"
A new ancestral star has risen again, capturing the final blow.
After four strikes, the circle burst into pieces, no more ghosts, no white lotus pure land.
Only the broken cracks left in the space witnessed the fierce attack just now.
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Netherworld.
Fengdu.
Although it was thousands of miles away, Emperor Lin still saw one after another attack landing on the White Lotus Pure Land.
"Your Majesty, Wang Jia's plan has been successful!" Shangguan Wan'er lost her usual restraint and cheered, like an innocent girl.
"Well..." Emperor Lin also nodded with a smile, "The Great Way of Reincarnation, go back three hundred years. The power of the White Lotus Pure Land has been reduced by at least 20%!"
"Pass the decree, King Jiedu of the ten directions, attack the whole army and attack Bailian!"
"Yes!" Shangguan Wan'er took the order and turned to leave.
The Emperor Lin still looked in the direction of the White Lotus Pure Land, and murmured, "The east wind will bloom a thousand trees at night, and the stars will fall like rain..."
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