Chapter 927: Hell under the Buddha Temple

Ye Fan was cold and sweaty. There was one more person in this collapsed ruin. Only one silhouette could be seen in the dark. It was majestic and tall. Only one pair of eyes was bright, like two green lamps!
The silent confrontation shocked Ye Fan's heart. This person must be very powerful, otherwise how could he deceive him so close. {.qpz}. This is very strange. To know that this place is the ancient star of Ying, it has already become a dead place. Why is there such a mysterious existence?
"Are you an crocodile?"
Ye Fan's voice is joyless and worry-free, and has experienced too many things. Even if a prospective emperor appears in front of him, he will not be panic.
The eyes of the two green lamps were dim, and the person disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared before, and the place was empty.
There was a chill in Ye Fan's back. This person was too fast, so fast that he didn't show how to hide, like steaming on earth.
He Huo turned to look behind him, and there was a chill on the back of the spot. There was a vague outline of Yawei in the darkness. He was staring at him, still the man in the state.
In the same way, it didn't take a while for the mysterious Yu Ying to disappear again, without any movement of life, and appeared in another direction.
How can it be so fast? Ye Fanzhen was shocked. How could this person block it with his hand, it was horrifying!
Is it the crocodile ancestor? He wasn't clear, he couldn't see his real body, he couldn't look at his appearance, and he couldn't even capture the Qi.
What the is this, if the Throne of the Immortals is the light ancestor, most of them have already pressed him with one finger, why didn't he shoot?
Ye Fan stepped on the grammatical formula, rushed out into a beam of light, and left the site of Daleiyin Temple, stopping a few miles away to listen to the sound of heaven and earth.
Everything was at its extreme, and there was no storm at this time. The ancient stars were all silent, only his own heartbeat.
The stars were swaying in the sky, the light was faint, and in a dim light, the distant site of Daleiyin Temple looked like a dormant beast.
"What's going on, why didn't that shadow come with me?"
Ye Fan was amazed that the majestic human figure in that place suddenly turned left and right, making him hairy, but why didn't he follow it today?
"It's a bit weird!" Ye Fan watched around it outside the ruins of Daleiyin Temple. There was no abnormality, which made him feel a little puzzled.
"Isn't Gangzun something based on the ruins of an ancient temple?"
Thinking of this possibility, he calmed down a lot in his heart and walked forward step by step, slowly approaching the ruins that had been ruined for many years.
Sure enough, as soon as it was approaching, still in that place, a gigantic figure appeared silently again, constantly changing its position, just like a ghost king.
And Ye Fan tried to walk to the other end of the ruins, a more terrifying scene appeared, an ancient demon vomiting the world, looming, stunned with breathtaking breath, completely different from the magic shadow of Fang Cai.
Ye Fan did n’t have any fear of seeing this scene, but let her heart down completely, staying with people like Duan De and Heihuang in the Big Dipper domain for a long time. It would n’t work if you did n’t know many strange things. Authority.
This is the demon of Zhensi!
All this must have originated from the foundation. After so many years, the crocodile ancestor got out of bed and broke down the underground foundation stone, so that the backhand under the Shakyamuni cloth manifested into the world.
There is an underground town in the world that seals the law gates. It is very divine and cruel. It casts a foundation with a powerful demon sacred blood, and the deceased can manifest various forms of life.
Under the Leiyin Temple is the demonic soil. There must be painstaking work in the construction of the 18-story hell, and sufficient preparations have been made otherwise the entire temple will be overturned by the demons below.
Ye Fan carefully cleaned up and pushed the gravel and broken walls of Daleiyin Temple to the side, and immediately a piece of sturdy foundation emerged.
"This is a Buddhist land, but the underground is such a scene for the demon, and Shakyamuni also gave a ruthless hand."
At first glance, this foundation is extraordinary. Every piece of ground stone is engraved with mysterious runes, which are black and red, impregnated with demon blood, which is frightening.
There is a huge black hole in the center area surrounded by the foundation stone. After clearing the rubble, a plume of evil spirits emerges from below, which is very terrifying.
"This is the eighteenth layer of hell. The crocodile ancestors escaped from here."
Under the Daleiyin Temple of Buddhism, there are eighteen layers of hell. If it reaches the world, it will surely not be believed by Buddhists.
When the crocodile ancestor got out of trouble, Shen Fu Nian rushed out. I do n’t know if other more powerful gods outside the realm also got out of trouble.
"This place is not far from the earth, if these things are to get out of trouble ..."
Ye Fan, Ling Ling shivered, and in the end of the Dharma era when he does not understand the practice, who can resist them in the practice? Thinking of his uneasiness here, he decided to see what happened.
Ye Fan entered the hole alone. It was like a giant mouth of an ancient ancient beast that had been treated by others. It was terrible and terrifying.
Bingsen's biting murderous influx came like a blunt knife cutting meat, and the ground was huge, hundreds of feet deep, as well as long and wide.
Although it is dark, under the eyes of the sky, everything is nothing to hide, this is the first layer of hell!
The walls are covered with golden bodies and arhats, as well as all kinds of bodhisattvas and ancient buddhas.
Ye Fan was amazed that the murderous engravings carved into these walls accumulated over months and hundreds of thousands of years. They can refining a great demon and have mysterious magical powers.
This is the place where the crocodile ancestor was suppressed. It can be said that it is not a small miracle that he can be alive for two thousand years without dying.
The huge and empty first layer of was completely carved out of rock. It was formed by hollowing out a huge magic stone.
In the four corners, there is a thick stone pillar, which supports the Daleiyin Temple above it, and it seems to be suppressing here.
These four stone pillars are carved with various demon gods, and there is also a blood trough filled with dry black blood, which is used for demonizing piles and refining demon sages.
There are some huge scales on the ground, there are some huge scales, each of which has a length of one person, and it flashes to kill light. There is no doubt that this belongs to the crocodile ancestor, and it was dropped by the first layer of refining.
Ye Fan picked up one, and now the material is extremely hard. Even if he has already been smelted out of evil spirits and the essence has been removed, there is still a trace of immortality.
"It's worthy of being a demon saint, even the scales that are completely abolished are so terrible!" Ye Fan gritted his teeth, he was full of hate for the crocodile ancestor, wanted to stretch his bones.
In one corner, there is a hole that leads deeper into the ground. It is the entrance to the second level of hell, and it is the place to suppress the holy ghost.
Ye Fan jumped forward, he wanted to see broke through several layers. The ground is dark and even more dizzy. At the same time, the skin is as painful as the needle.
Suddenly, his was stagnant and his whole body froze, because there was a ghost lamp in this layer of hell, which glowed with green light, and his face was cold and breathless.
And, just before the ghost, there was a sarcophagus, and a dry little old man squatting on it was grinning at him strangely.
Ye Fan was horrified and stepped backwards, and there were creatures in this second hell!
This place has long been sealed, why is there such a ghost lamp, and such an old ghost? His body hurt even more, as if thousands of needles were stuck in his body.
"boom"
Ye Fan gave out the Ding sacrifice on the spot, and the nine flames poured out, covering him like a waterfall, and the Bodhi was held in his palm.
This is Zhiyang God o, which can burn all filthy evil spirits, Ye Fan uses this to protect his body, but he does not act rashly and stares at the front.
"呧"
The dry little old man turned into a weak light and submerged in the copper lamp with the ghost face, and the wick immediately flourished a lot.
"This is the lamp of the town coffin!" Ye Fan took a breath, he remembered Duan De's words and knew what it was.
This personal ghost face lamp, for Duan De, is definitely a priceless deity, a deity that suppresses tombs, and can be used to suppress coffins and suppress ghosts!
In this place, there are no other ghosts. There is a in the holy Eucharist, who is the emperor among the ghosts. Who can compare? And this ghost lamp is naturally a leader in its kind!
No one knows how to make such a ghost lamp, let alone the lamp body, because the oil it burns is difficult to find. It is said that it was made from the fat of the saint, and the more the number of saints, the better the lamp. Extinguish.
Looking at the ghost lamp and the bizarre ghost o, Ye Fan burst into horror, but the fat made in the saint's body was burning, and the fat ghost used to suppress the holy body was definitely more rare and scary.
This kind of thing is not a magic weapon. It can't be sacrificed to attack the enemy on weekdays. It can only be used to suppress the tombs. It has a great use in the yīn mausoleum.
Ye Fan stared at the ghost face lamp, the wick is the tongue he spit out, the indescribable evil and terrible, this thing is very old, and the years have left indelible old traces on it.
It can be judged by feeling alone that this lamp has survived for at least tens of thousands of years. It must have not been made by Sakyamuni, but it was the one he found from other places to suppress the fierce ghost of the Great Eucharist.
This ghost lamp is mostly a magical thing. If Duan De would drool here, he would rush forward, but Ye Fan was very crisp and unwilling to put it away.
In addition to dealing with the ancient burial of the yīn mausoleum, this lamp is really useless.
Ye Fan looked at the burning human oil in the wick and was tired of it. Although the ancient Great Saint was sacred, the things left behind were really uncomfortable.
"Although it is not very clean, but it also has its precious place. Once it enters the ancient ué burial, this lamp is equivalent to a treasure, with strange and inexplicable power."
He wanted to put it away, and he was a little worried about the dry little old man making trouble, but it also indirectly proved the horror of this lamp and gave birth to a god.
Ye Fan pinched his nose and threw the lamp into the nine flames of Ding Nei to suppress it and put it away.
The sarcophagus is empty, and nothing will be left behind if you think about it. After all, Shen Nian has been out of trouble, and only a burst of vitality pervades.
Hell is at the end, not eighteen floors, only two floors, which makes Ye Fan puzzled, completely different from conjecture.
He searched repeatedly, searched carefully, and finally came up helplessly, checked it again at the site of Daleiyin Temple, and finally revealed the secret.
A stone stele is buried next to the foundation stone underneath. The engraving is neither Sanskrit nor Zhong Dingwen, but a scripture commonly used by the ancient Chinese people!
Today, although Ye Fan can't know everything, it's almost the same, most of them can recognize the meaning.
There are only two layers of yīnyang hell, which contain each other and seal each other with the power of yīnyang. This is the general idea of ​​the first line, and it is described below.
Ye Fan's moment is clear ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Eighteen layers of are separated, in groups of two, divided into nine ancient stars, a total of eighteen terrible ancient existences have been suppressed, one is stronger than one!
"Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise the seal of this place is broken, and if eighteen ancient gods are rushed out together, Shakyamuni's return will not be useful."
Suddenly, the sound of the waves came, and the ears were deaf. Ye Fan thought it was an illusion at first, and then listened carefully. He couldn't believe his ears, it was true!
And, just then he saw a vast expanse of black ocean flowing on the horizon!
He has read reports before that the ancient star of Yingo may have existed large rivers, even large lakes and oceans in that distant past, but this generation is already different, how can it still exist?
"boom!"
The stormy waves hit the shore, and the rocks were empty.
In the dark ocean, there were several ghost ships driving, with green ghosts flashing, unspeakable strangeness. (To be continued. If you like this work on the Throne of the Holy Seal, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation).