Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 639: Shoot the Netherworld and raid the White Lotus! (big debt repayment
The sound of reading aloud resounded throughout the beautiful land.
Here is the study place of the Han clan, and also the world of Confucianism for Han Changli, the head of the temple.
In this world, talent is still important, but hard work also has incredible power.
Half-sage once commented that if you study here, if you work hard, your potential will increase by at least 30%.
That is to say, the talent that originally stopped at the fourth rank can gain the future of a third-rank Confucianism here.
This is the magical effect of "Diligent World".
In this world of Confucianism, Han Changli's holy question is engraved: Why study?
And the answer is this Confucianism rule——
There are roads in the mountains of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of learning and hard work!
During the previous dynasty, there were two semi-sages, Sun Jing and Su Qin, who evolved the supernatural powers of "hanging the head" and "stabbing the thighs" to enhance the potential of the Confucian scholars of the human race. Han Changli is the first person.
When Feng Sheng opened Jinxiu, Shujun Yan Qingchen wrote the holy way "encouraging learning" in his own hand, and made Fang Tiandi a town for this—
"Third watch lights and five watch chickens are the time for boys to study."
"Black hair doesn't know how to study early, but Bai Shoufang regrets studying late."
At this moment, Han Changli was reading the bound volume of "Journey to the West" under the ginkgo tree for the first few times, when he suddenly felt something, closed the pages of the book, and looked forward.
The space under Han Changli's gaze 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 whole body swayed slightly with holy prestige, and then restrained himself.
"I've seen the teacher." The half-sage named Wenchang saluted, listened to the sound of reading in his ears, and smiled faintly, "It's been a long time since I came to the teacher's hardworking world, listening to the sound of these children reading, it's really I remembered the past."
"What happened in the past?" Han Changli motioned the other party to sit down, and said with a smile, "Is it because I studied too hard in this holy world, didn't return for ten years, and found out that the woman I love has married after going out?"
The half-sage on the opposite side smiled helplessly when he heard the words: "Master, don't mention this matter again."
Han Changli became interested, and said: "You are the one who doesn't mention it, and you are the one who writes poems."
"Huan Jun's Pearl is crying, I wish I could meet you when you were not married..."
"Those who don't know, think my hard-working world is a place of tigers and wolves!"
"Don't think that if you use a woman's tone, as a teacher, you don't know that you wrote this poem back then."
Zhang Wenchang hurriedly got up and saluted, "Master, I have admitted my mistake to you."
After teasing this always upright disciple, Han Changli stopped talking, but asked about the serious matter: "What does Mr. Xi Yi say about that boy Chen's plan?"
Bringing up the business, Zhang Wenchang looked serious, and said seriously: "Mr. Xiyi said that this plan is feasible, and the Taoist Palace follows the pace of the holy hall!"
Han Changli nodded when he heard the words: "Boy Chen has already set out the hiding place of the Bodhisattva in charge, and it should be activated in a few days, so you stay by my side."
"Yes!" Zhang Wenchang replied, but still frowned unconsciously.
Such small actions naturally cannot hide from Han Changli's eyes. The so-called knowing son is like a father. As a master, even if the other party has been canonized, Han Changli still knows the other party's thoughts.
"Do you think Chen's plan is too childish and full of loopholes?"
"I also think that the Bodhisattva in charge is really stupid and not worthy of his fruit status?"
Zhang Wenchang nodded and said, "I do have such doubts."
"Not to mention, since the Bodhisattva in charge is responsible for such a plan, and has been lurking for so long without being discovered, his scheming must be deep. How could Chen Luo leak so many flaws in a few words!" /
"You..." Han Changli reached out and nodded Zhang Wenchang, sighing: "Too honest, this Confucianist's exquisite mind has not grasped half of it."
"On this point, Chen Xiaozi don't think his martial arts are colorful, but his heart is really dark."
Speaking of this, Han Changli also smiled, and then continued, "Don't replace yourself with others."
"Boy Chen is able to deceive the Bodhisattva in charge, there are two cores."
"Firstly, the world cannot know about the things in the nether world. This is already a universally recognized truth. Although this plan originated in the world, it fell into the nether world. No matter how much the world guesses, it will not be able to find the beginning and the end."
"Secondly, it is the Buddha bone relic. The Buddhists in the Western Regions spent a lot of money to refine the communication letter with the Buddha bone relic. In my opinion, there is absolutely no reason for the accident."
"Although there is information about blood body transformation in martial arts, the level is still too low for the great Bodhisattva. Besides Chen boy, only Adama has entered Qiqianli so far, so naturally he will pay less attention."
"You have to see through the news of Boy Chen going to and from the Netherworld and the blood body transformation at the same time, so that there is a slight possibility to connect things together."
Seeing that Zhang Wenchang wanted to say more, Han Changli raised his hand and interrupted: "This is an internal cause, and there are also external causes."
"First of all, Boy Chen mobilized Wen Yunsun, Bai Yanyan, and Qilin King to attack at the same time. If you don't know the hidden identity behind Boy Chen, how can you think of it?"
"Secondly, the blood tide is imminent. At this time, Jin Yue's role will become more important. In a hurry, he suspects that there are many traitors in the Buddhist sects of the Western Regions, so he will naturally be a little foolish. Calmness, that's the reason."
"Finally, you and I both know the origin of Buddhism in the Western Regions. It was originally infected by demonic energy and occupied the ancient Buddhist avenue."
"A group of guys with gold-plated outer bodies and a hollow belly, the higher the cultivation level, the deeper the influence of the devil energy, how can they compare with the immeasurable enlightenment of the true Buddha?"
"Based on this, you will find that although Boy Chen's plan is crude, it is effective."
"When we look at the mountain, we think it's good to see the water shimmering and the sun is shining, and the mountain is also strange when it's empty and rainy." "
Hearing Han Changli's explanation, Zhang Wenchang sighed: "Young people are awesome."
After finishing speaking, he got up and saluted Han Changli again: "Thank you teacher for clarifying the confusion."
"You have a simple mind. Don't delve into these schemes too much, so as not to affect the holy way." Han Changli waved his hand and said, "Next, it's the second step in Boy Chen's three-step plan."
Zhang Wenchang stood up straight and said with a smile, "I understand."
"The next step is: Entering the circle of Wanshan, one mountain releases one mountain block."
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Daxuan, Lin'an.
Ye Dafu was standing obediently in the corner, holding the teapot.
The dusty Chen Luo also didn't expect that Yan Baichuan would help him contact the three semi-sages.
"Thank you for your hard work, three seniors." Chen Luo bowed in salute, and the three half-sages waved their hands slightly, looking at Chen Luo curiously.
"You are welcome, Marquis Wu, this time is also a great plan for our human race. It is us who are saints who thank you." The leader of a middle-aged half-sage said with a smile.
He looks a little thinner, but he is even more virile. If you look at him carefully, you will only feel that it seems real and unreal, as if you are in a painting.
"Exactly, it's just that it's inconvenient for me to enter the Southern Wilderness, so I let Marquis Wu come here to meet you. If this plan is successful, the merit will be immeasurable." The other half-sage, who looked younger, also smiled slightly.
"You're welcome, it's all from my family!" The last fat prince wearing a royal robe laughed and glared at Ye Dafu, "What are you doing standing there, come over and pour tea!"
"Hey, grandpa!" Ye Dafu was shocked by the roar, and hurriedly stepped forward to pour tea, and looked at Chen Luo helplessly.
Chen Luo shrugged, expressing his helplessness.
"Wu Hou, the hall master has already informed us of your plan." The middle-aged half-sage said, "Since we already have the specific position of the great Bodhisattva, use it as the core to draw a picture of the eight hundred miles of heaven and earth. The old man has no problem."
"It's just that the old man has never seen the tide of blood, so there may be omissions."
Without waiting for Chen Luo to speak, Old King Jing quickly said, "That's why I called this king here too."
"Zhang Zhengdao, don't worry about painting. I have seen the blood tide, and I will tell you where there is any need to adjust."
"It's a hard job for King Jing." Zhang Zhengdao nodded, "Let the old man open the sky and draw his eyes first, and check the mountains and rivers on that side."
After speaking, Zhang Zhengdao sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and a holy power emanated from him. Chen Luo felt that something in the sky was related to Zhang Zhengdao in front of him.
At this time, another half-sage smiled lightly and said: "Brother Zhengdao is in charge of the core of the eight hundred miles, and the saint will draw the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers eight hundred miles away."
Looking at the other party, Old King Jing hesitated and said, "Wang Ximeng, the purpose of painting thousands of miles away is to shield the surrounding perception, lest someone tip off the news. Holy help?"
Wang Ximeng was not dissatisfied when he heard the old King Jing's words, but smiled and said: "Don't worry, King Jing, I traveled to the Southern Wilderness in my early years, and I used to integrate thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into my paintings. Now I will paint thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, within half a stick of incense It can definitely cut off the internal and external connections."
Old King Jing nodded after listening, and looked at Chen Luo again. Chen Luo smiled faintly, and cupped his hands at Wang Ximeng, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Ximeng."
Chen Luo didn't know that Old King Jing said this, obviously referring to Wang Ximeng, but actually speaking to Chen Luo.
Immediately, Wang Ximeng took the lead to paint the mountains and rivers on the long scroll. After a while, Zhang Zhengdao also opened his eyes and took out his paintbrush.
For a moment, the sacred power in the secret room was rippling, and only the sound of brushes being brushed was heard.
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An hour later, Zhang Zhengdao took the lead in writing, and handed the drawn eight hundred li bloodline tide map to Lao Jingwang and Chen Luo. Old King Jing took the picture, frowned, and shook his head slightly.
"The clouds of luck are stacked, and the situation of the heaven and the earth is almost the same, but there are still some things missing."
Zhang Zhengdao looked serious: "What else is missing?"
"In this cloud of luck, the blood of the monster race can only be revealed if there is a shadow of the blood of the monster race."
Zhang Zhengdao frowned: "But the blood shadow of the monster race involves the source of the blood and cannot be imitated. If it is written, it will be easier to be seen through..."
At this moment, Chen Luo said weakly: "I have!"
Zhang Zhengdao looked at Chen Luo, and Chen Luo thought, a picture scroll flew out from his forehead and landed in front of Zhang Zhengdao, and there were five large characters written on the scroll: Bai Ze Jingwei Picture!
"The illustration book is not complete yet, but it should be usable after a while?" Chen Luo asked.
Zhang Zhengdao was stunned for a moment, and his soul swept across the painting of Bai Ze's ghost, and a happy expression appeared on his face: "It is available, it is available! Wait a moment, my friend, the old man will temporarily integrate the painting of Bai Ze's ghost into this painting. "
"When the old man takes back this painting, the picture of Bai Ze's monster will also be separated, so you don't have to worry about losing this bloodline supernatural power."
"Wait a minute..." Old King Jing continued, "Aside from the blood shadow, there are other things missing."
After finishing speaking, Old King Jing frowned, thought for a long time, and said, "Blood and luck will inevitably trigger the induction of essence and blood. I can't forge such a rule, but if ink is made of essence and blood, it will be impossible to forge it." can have the same effect."
Zhang Zhengdao shook his head: "That requires a lot of blood, this requires the Holy 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..."
With a wave of Chen Luo's hand, bottles and cans were immediately placed in front of him, exuding strong blood.
"Are these enough?" Chen Luo asked.
Old King Jing felt the breath of essence and blood emanating from the bottle, and frowned slightly.
Fuck!
Aren't you being the teacher of your demon clan, setting up a kind and benevolent 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, just joking, with so many lords in Fangcunshan, and he is the head of Qilinyu, when will he lose blood?
"Eight hundred miles is enough." Zhang Zhengdao made a rough estimate, nodded, and his blood was boiling.
Essence and blood are ink, and the painting is eight hundred miles away!
He is a half saint, and he has never fought such a rich battle!
It's not that he can't collect these, the main reason is that as a semi-saint, he is too strictly watched.
"Wait!" Old King Jing said again, "There is still something missing!"
"What's missing?" Zhang Zhengdao asked calmly without panicking.
"The prehistoric spirit..."
"I have!" Chen Luo looked at Old King Jing, you must have said it while staring at me.
Take out a few prehistoric spirits that were refined into crystals, and Chen Luo looked at Old King Jing: "Grandpa Ye, tell me what else is missing."
Old King Jing was also a little embarrassed, but he still said: "According to common sense, these are enough."
"But this time the bloodline tide is not small. We know this, and the Buddhists in the Western Regions probably know it too."
"So if you want to hide it from them, you need a powerful bloodline to sit in it!"
Lao Jing Wang and Zhang Zhengdao looked at Chen Luo, and even Wang Ximeng, who was at the side, looked over curiously.
Chen Luo lived up to everyone's expectations and nodded: "I have..."
Lao Jingwang: I know you have it, hurry up and take a drop, Bai Ze's blood...
"Emperor Demon Qilin, can you?" Chen Luo asked innocently.
Old King Jing:?
Zhang Zhengdao:?
Wang Ximeng:?
This answer is not written in the materials.
When did you get the blood of the Emperor Demon Qilin?
Hasn’t the Kirin been extinct for two thousand years?
Aren't you the hidden unicorn bloodline?
Fuck!
Look at what you got out!
The blood essence of the demon clan in eight hundred miles, condensed into the prehistoric aura of spar, and the bloodline breath of the emperor demon unicorn.
With these things, you can hire two or three ancestor monsters of the demon race to lay hands on the big Bodhisattva in charge.
Too extravagant!
Are you only seven thousand miles away?
With such a master of Taoism, martial arts will be poor?
No wonder there are rumors among the people recently: Poor culture and rich martial arts...
Looking at Sansheng's eyes, Chen Luo coughed dryly, thought of something, and said, "By the way, there is one thing missing."
Lao Jingwang was stunned: "What?"
Chen Luo grinned: "Atmosphere!"
Old King Jing narrowed his eyes, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.
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Just as Chen Luo and the half-sages were forging the bloodline tide, the Bodhisattva Boya was restless.
There is always a feeling that something bad is about to happen.
When he has practiced to this level, he will still have some future perceptions.
"Could it be that Jin Yue had an accident?" Bodhisattva Boya's heart moved. After all, the last time Jin Yue contacted him was a day ago.
The last message is that Qilin Yu Gantang is following him. Will something happen to him?
It's all my own fault, why did you let him go to Qilin Domain?
Ah...
I told my location, so far there is no abnormality, it seems that I really misunderstood Jin Yue before.
It's all a coincidence!
"No, you must ensure the safety of Jinyue!" The Boya Bodhisattva thought for a while, then took out the Buddha bone relic, and left a message: "Buddha, please reply if you see it."
"Tell me your location, and I will go find you in person."
"Before the blood tide, you were with me, and I 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 alone in a dark alley, I love your cheap appearance, I love you who have persisted in despair and refused to cry..."
"To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night..."
Chen Luo was sitting on a hill hundreds of miles away from the Bodhisattva in charge, humming while roasting wild game. At this moment, there was a loud thunderclap in the sky.
Immediately, the blue righteousness almost filled the sky of Southern Desolation, and a voice resounded like thunder——
"Wolf kill, let's fight!"
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Standing in mid-air at the junction of Daxuan and Nanhuang, Old King Jing suddenly released the semi-holy power.
Chen Luo asked him to yell at any ancestor monster of the monster clan at will, and he naturally thought of the wolf-killing ancestor monster who came to sneak attack before.
Soon, in the southern wasteland, a stream of blood energy also shot up into the sky, and a phantom of a wolf's head slowly condensed, and let out a wolf howl: "Ye Lai, the tide is approaching, there is no rush to fight!"
"Bah! If you're afraid, just say it, I'll let you go." The old King Jing spat, and launched an attack casually.
"Ye Lai, you are courting death!" Lang Lu waved his hand to scatter the attack of Old King Jing, the ancestral star in the air was shining, blood was flying, and when he was about to face the battle, he suddenly froze for a moment.
Old King King is gone!
"Ye Lai!" Lang Lu was about to chase, when suddenly his ears moved, as if he had received some news, and stopped his figure.
But before Lang Lu understood what Old King Jing meant by this move, the southern wilderness was full of evil spirits.
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Qingqiu, Peach Blossom Forest.
Bai Yanyan frowned, looked at the great sages in the peach blossom forest who were desperately exuding momentum, and sighed: "Put in harder!"
"Make the momentum."
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Yuyuan, Yushan.
Looking at the jade slip in his hand, the sage king of the snake tribe frowned: "When a semi-sage of the human race crosses the border, release the power of the great sage?"
"What does Lord Baishan want to do?"
Although he was puzzled, the Sage King of the Snake Clan nodded his head.
"Let it go!" The Snake Clan Saint gave an order, and all the Snake Clan Saints above Yushan were so demonic!
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Junji Country, Junji Mountain.
"You have seen the request of Lord Baishan..."
"He wants to see if the momentum of my ape clan is worthy of the title of Monkey King."
"Let me out of your aura, my ape family is as powerful as the sky!"
"The time has come for the bloodline and the Monkey King to test us!"
Suddenly, in the entire Junji Kingdom, the monster energy seemed to condense into substance, breaking through the sky.
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Davari.
Sage Monarch of the Xiong Clan sensed the sudden surge of blood in Nanhuang, and nodded.
"Let them see the aura of my Bear Clan!"
"Yes!"
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Kylin Domain.
"Fuck you, don't be cowardly!"
"Let them inquire about who is the leader in the Southern Wilderness!"
"Kirin beast blood array, arrange!"
"I'm full of coercion!"
"I, Qilin Yu, have nothing to do!"
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Colorful Immortal Realm.
"What happened to those monster races?"
"What kind of momentum do you put on?"
"Is there something happening that we don't know about?"
"Forget it, just let go of your aura, and you won't suffer a loss. Pass the order, above the Great Sage, release your aura of coercion!"
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Weihu Mountain.
Feng Nanzhi: "Boring!"
…
"Well... how come those monster races that I didn't say hello to join in the fun?" Chen Luo sensed the weather in Nanhuang at this time, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face.
But, who cares!
The more atmosphere groups, the better.
The blood is all over the southern wasteland, and the atmosphere is in place!
Immediately, Chen Luo took out two scrolls, which exuded a faint holy power. One of them is "A Thousand Miles of Southern Desolation". As soon as Chen Luo let go, the scroll flew away by itself, and then unfolded in the air. The pictures in the scroll seemed to fly out of the picture, and then turned into spots of light, heading towards Floating around.
Chen Luo's eyes blurred, 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 body into a supernatural power, and turned back into Jin Yue's appearance.
At the same time, feeling the breath of Jin Yue's blood, the Buddha bone relic shook again.
"Buddha, are you alright?" came the urgent greeting from the Bodhisattva in charge.
Chen Luo let his mind shake for a moment before replying: "Nine...nine deaths."
"Great Bodhisattva, I'm coming to you now!"
A message from the Great Bodhisattva immediately came from the opposite side: "No, where are you, I'll go find you? I sensed the sudden momentum of the Southern Wilderness. There was a confrontation between the semi-sage and the ancestor demon before. Maybe something big happened."
"Big event? Could it be..." Chen Luo looked up at the sky, paused for a moment, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when a red blood line appeared in the sky.
The painting works.
"Great Bodhisattva, look at the sky!"
"Blood tide, here we come!"
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The Great Bodhisattva, who was in the sealing formation, saw Chen Luo's reply, and his heart moved.
Come?
It seems that it's a little early, right?
However, he immediately suppressed the sealing formation that blocked his traces, and directly flashed out of the cave where he was hiding. When he raised his head, he saw a line of blood 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 blood shadows of the ancestor demon appeared in the clouds, one, two, three... In the blink of an eye, the blood shadows of the source of various bloodlines were all over the eyes.
At this moment, the Great Bodhisattva sensed a faint savage aura emanating from the cloud.
"It's the bloodline tide!" The great Bodhisattva waved his hand, and a monster race was thrown out of the Buddhist kingdom by him. He pointed to the sky and asked, "Did you sense the power of the bloodline?"
The monster clan stared blankly at the sky, then suddenly shouted, and its momentum rose slightly.
"It's true!" The great Bodhisattva in charge was taken aback for a moment, and then heard a beast's roar in his ears. The golden eyes of the great Bodhisattva flashed, and he opened the Buddhist wisdom eye, and found that there seemed to be something about to come out from the depths of the blood-colored cloud. generally.
"The emperor's demon breath... That's right, it's the bloodline breath of Bailian Tathagata!" The great Bodhisattva knew it clearly.
It's no wonder that Nanhuang's momentum has changed suddenly. It turns out that the blood tide has started.
Although it is a little earlier than expected, no one can set the exact time for this kind of thing.
"Time! The key is to seize the time!" The great Bodhisattva immediately had a thought in his mind, picked up the Buddha bone relic, and shouted, "Fading, stay where you are, the seat is about to start battle."
Afterwards, the Great Bodhisattva took out another seed from the storage order and threw it directly on the ground. Then, the seed took root and sprouted, and a white lotus flower grew out.
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At the same time, somewhere in the southern wilderness, a first-rank great sage suddenly opened his eyes from meditation.
He moved slightly in his heart, and with a flick of his wrist, a blue porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.
At this time, the porcelain bottle vibrated slightly.
"The Great Bodhisattva is in battle?"
"Huh? Why is the Southern Wilderness so chaotic, the blood tide is here?"
He took out the Buddha bone relic and sent an inquiry, but was blocked by Wang Ximeng's Thousand Miles Painting, and the message was destined not to be answered.
"No, the Great Bodhisattva has already launched the battle, I can't do anything wrong here!" The first-rank great sage gritted his teeth and forced a drop of blood to fall on the porcelain bottle. The air soared into the sky.
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The netherworld, the pure land of white lotus.
The clock rang loudly, almost resounding throughout the Bailian Pure Land.
A big Bodhisattva sits high on a white lotus, looking at the big Bodhisattvas and Bodhisattvas below him, looking at the white lotus that has just bloomed in his hand, he utters a thunderous voice——
"I have been waiting for the long-planned blood tide to come!"
"At the beginning of the battle, the two worlds are connected, all Buddhist disciples, plunder the blood and tidal luck!"
"This formation only has five breaths of time, be sure to inhale all of them into the nether world!"
"At that time, the road of reincarnation will lead directly to the nether world, and the battle of the netherworld will be victorious!"
All the Buddhist disciples saluted together and said: "I will follow the will of the Lord Buddha."
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One, two, three... four.
Chen Luo looked at the dead aura of Nether in the sky. It wasn't until this moment that the ancestor demons realized that something was wrong, and all cast vigilant gazes at the Nether.
But the ghostly death energy quickly connected with each other, forming a huge circle that almost covered half of the Southern Desolation. At this moment, within the circle, a golden light shone, and from the golden light, a white lotus bloomed.
Afterwards, the white lotus fell, the golden light dissipated, and within the circle, another world appeared.
It is a magnificent country, with Buddhist scriptures chanting faintly.
"Youming! It's a Buddhist gate in the Western Regions!" An ancestor demon exclaimed.
"What are they going to do!"
"What's going on? How did they communicate with the two worlds!"
At this time, a Buddhist voice came out of the circle: "The layout of the millennium will eventually lead to today. The tide of blood has a destiny with my Buddha..."
"Bodhisattvas, move...huh?" The tone of the voice changed suddenly.
What about Bloodline Tides? 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 made up of ghostly dead energy, and said lightly——
"Second battalion commander, pull out my Italian gun..."
As soon as the words in Chen Luo's mouth fell, two light spots, one blue and one purple, flashed high above the sky.
The two blue and purple spots of light instantly grew larger, turning into two majestic buildings.
Holy Church! Dao Palace!
Just as the Southern Wilderness Ancestral Demons appeared one after another, several Ancestral Demon stars soared into the sky and landed around the holy hall and Taoist palace.
Ancestral Demon of Qingqiu Country, Ancestral Demon of Junji Country, Ancestral Demon of Yuyuan Country, Ancestral Demon of Qingniu Clan, Ancestral Demon of Sheep Clan...
At this time, the voices of the hall master of the temple and the palace master sounded at the same time——
"Don't disturb the southern wilderness, we are here for the Buddhism of the Western Regions!"
At the same time as the voice sounded, many semi-sages in the temple, many Taoist priests in the Taoist palace, and the Southern Wilderness Ancestral Demon who knew the inside story launched the strongest attack towards 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 Bailian, who took the initiative to connect the two worlds, and even closed all the basic barrier formations in order to quickly grab luck.
This is a big death!
He even drew a target for himself!
"Trap! I fell for it!" At this moment, the Bodhisattva in charge suddenly realized that he picked up the Buddha bone relic and roared, "Jin Yue! You betrayed us!"
However, he is doomed not to get a response.
The blue, purple, and red three-color attacks jointly launched by the holy hall, the Taoist palace, and the ancestor demon stars intertwined with each other and shot directly into the circle.
At this time, only the originally magnificent Lei Yin in the circle can be heard shouting: "Block! Stop!"
However, this is a joint attack by the holy hall, the Taoist palace, and many ancestor monsters!
In the blink of an eye, the attack passed through the two realms, broke through layers of barely erected defenses, and landed in the Bailian Pure Land, causing a huge explosion in an instant, and a cloud that looked like a mushroom rose up.
Han Changli's voice sounded again in the holy hall: "There are three more breaths, come again!"
Blue, purple, red, the three-color attack once again shot at the white lotus pure land behind the circle.
"You bastard! You bastard! You bastard!" The hysterical shout of Lord Bailian echoed in the Bailian Pure Land.
"Two breaths!" Han Changli's voice sounded again.
This time, several more ancestor demon stars rose up to join the ranks of attack.
"One breath!"
A new ancestral star rose again and seized the last blow.
After four blows, the circle shattered with a loud bang, and neither Netherworld nor Bailian Pure Land was seen anymore.
Only the broken cracks left in that space witnessed the ferocious attack just now.
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Nether~IndoMTL.com~Fengdu.
Although thousands of miles away, Emperor Lin still saw attacks land on the pure land of white lotus.
"Your Majesty, Wang Jia's plan has succeeded!" Shangguan Wan'er lost her usual reserve and cheered happily, like an innocent girl.
"Well..." Lin Huang also nodded with a smile, "The Dao of Reincarnation, back three hundred years. The power of Bailian Pure Land has been reduced by at least 20%!"
"Decree, the king of the ten directions, the whole army will attack Bailian!"
"Yes!" Shangguan Wan'er took the order, turned and left.
Lin Huang was still looking at the direction of Bailian Pure Land, and murmured: "The east wind puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and blows them down, and the stars are like rain..."
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