Chapter 1606: Debts of the world

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There is a pure land in the west desert, and there is silence, and the finch is silent.
Everyone is looking at the sky, all meanings are endless.
Lingshan was lifted, the Buddhas died, Shakya should be robbed into the world, and the emperor's weapon descended the magic pestle and left, unknown where to go.
Each of these cases is quite unreal.
puff!
Ye Chen also vomited blood, and the stupid and sacred ancient sacred body also bent down, his pace was sloppy, and the sky was empty.
His whole body was golden, dim a lot, and his golden-colored flesh faded, and his eyes became cloudy and more aging, and it was already twilight.
After a series of battles, the sacred bone power was exhausted by him, and there was no more imperial power and hegemony.
Of course, even so, everyone's eyes were still in awe, and no one dared to offend his majesty.
"The prestige of the ancient and holy body is all played out." Laozhu Jundi whispered, his eyes were full of surprise.
"Demon." The Buddhas in Lingshan angered and slain with all sentient beings to kill Ye Chen to prove the Dharma.
Ye Chen was indifferent, without a wave, and behind the portal portal manifestation, dragged him in and turned away.
The Buddhas hissed, and there was more in the eyes of the Buddha.
Their buddha's heart is no longer quiet, the buddha's light is restless, and there is quite a posture to be robbed.
"The Lingshan was lifted, the Buddhas were slaughtered, the shaky and captives should be robbed into the world, and even the emperor's sword and magic pestle were gone. Now this scene should be an excellent irony." Looking at the Buddhas, some people booed.
"To protect someone, it was such a terrible fight, this compassion is really worthless." Too many people sighed.
"The old husband pointed it out, Fengxian is indeed a disaster." The old gods began to grin again.
However, there is no refutation of the words of the old gods.
Count it down, but for those who are bewildered by the Phoenix Fairy, none of them seem to end well.
Such as the fairy gods, such as her followers, such as Zhiyang, such as Lingshan at the moment.
They are all miserable, captive captives, captive captives, captives and captives.
Called a misfortune, Fengxian deserves it.
"The show is over." Laozhu Jundi turned around first, holding his hands upside down, and stepped onto the virtual sky one step, humming all the way to the minor key, it seemed very cool.
"Gone." The spectators dispersed, and they looked back at Lingshan and the Buddhas before they left.
Going all the way, with a sigh and a tongue, the West Mo and his party really did not come to nothing, the drama is very exciting.
The news here quickly spread throughout the Xuanhuang Quartet.
Ye Chen became famous in the First World War. In order to catch a man, he fought with a Buddha, lifted the mountain, slaughtered the Buddhas, and sacrifice Shakya, and even the emperor's sword and magic pestle went away.
"It really fulfilled the truth: where the Eucharist is lively, and the movement is bigger than once."
"Since Xuanhuang, from Xuanhai Xinghai to today's Ximo Lingshan, everything has done amazing things. His legends, each one will be a myth, passed down from generation to generation."
"The sacred bones are full of power, and most of them will stare at Ye Chen." Someone groaned, inexplicably worried.
"It's just blame him for making too many enemies, which one doesn't want to kill him." Too many people sighed.
The sound of long-lasting discussions ushered in the night.
Under the mountains of the heavens, the silhouettes are constantly, mostly squatting on the top of the mountain with hands holding hands, repairing is not high, the eyebrows of the thief are rattling.
These people, looking around, seem to be waiting.
"I said, the Eucharist will really come to these mountains?" Someone scratched his ears and cheeks, and was a little impatient.
"Listen to me, it will come." A young man with a sharp-billed monkey gill is in the right mind. "I haven't killed so many people, just stay here to kill?"
"If you say that, it's fine."
"Here, the Eucharist really comes." As soon as the young man's words came down, he heard someone screaming at a party.
Ye Chen did arrive and fell under the mountains of the heavens.
There is blood here, but it has not dried up. It is the blood of reincarnated people, spilled here, not hometown.
"I brought them." Ye Chen looked at Zhu Tianshan as if looking at familiar faces.
He waved his hand and released nearly 10,000 people, Zhiyang Taoists, Fengxian, Fairy Goddess, Tian Can, Funeral Goddess of Death, God of Perdition, and their followers.
"Phoenixes are all impatiens, and it is she that bewilders us." As soon as nearly 10,000 people were released, they roared and roared, and the pressure was black, all kneeling on the ground, their eyes frightened, bloody, making people tremble.
"Then go down and liquidate with her." Ye Chen raised his sword, majestic words, coldly into the bones, simmered Jiuxiao, burned and wailed, utterly and dull.
"The endless sea of ​​bitterness is the shore." Before Ye Chenjian fell, he heard the thick sound of the Buddha.
The Buddha's voice is not transmitted from other sources, but from Ye Chen Shenhai, such as Hong Zhong Daluo, solemn and peaceful.
Ye Chen's sea was so buzzing that it almost collapsed, a moment of shivering, almost fell, and his head pain burst.
Looking at his Shenhai again, there was actually a golden Buddha sitting on a sacred poem, with majestic treasures, dazzling Buddha eyes, and vastness.
"Darri is here." Ye Chen growled, recognizing who it was.
Taixu Gulong said at the time that once he had practiced this Buddhist mantra, he would be targeted and sooner or later he would end with the Buddha.
Now, after a lapse of more than 200 years, the Buddha's mind has finally manifested, and it is only because of Dayi Rulai's mantra that he has forged a cause and effect.
唵, 、, 叭, 叭, 咪, 吽 ....
The Buddha recites the body, recites the Da Ri Ru Lai Jing Shi mantra, the majestic sound of the Buddha, its magic is unstoppable.
Well....!
The sword in Ye Chen's hand fell, slanting it into the ground, hugging the old head, and roaring in pain.
The Buddha is too strong in mind, and wants to use the Jingshi mantra to save him.
In just one moment, his whole body was worn away, and in just one moment, his firm mind was confused.
"What ... what's the situation." The monks around Zhu Tianshan scratched their heads and looked at the buns.
Not only were they shocked, but also the gods of the Xian clan, Fengxian, and others were also shocked, wondering what happened to Ye Chen.
"Put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha on the ground." This Buddha sound resounded indefinitely, with the power of degree.
"Even if I put down the butcher knife, I will never become a Buddha." Ye Chen growled, it was a roar from the soul.
Hey....!
With only a sigh, the golden Buddha flew out of Ye Chen's Shenhai, straight into Jiuxiao, and hung in the sky.
It became huge and became a magnificent golden Buddha, such as mountains and mountains, magnificent Buddhas, and grandeur.
It is simply too dazzling, a ray of Buddha's radiance shines, and the dim sky is bright because of its existence.
Its Buddha's eyes are quiet, with compassion and peace, and countless verses have evolved into it, containing the Supreme Dharma.
"So ... what's that?" The monks of the Quartet all looked up, staring at the golden Buddha with a stern look.
"Buddha?" Fairy goddess, Fengxian and others also saw it, all screaming wildly, "Buddha save me."
"I am compassionate, Amitabha." The Buddha ’s mind spoke, and the sound of the Buddha echoed over nine days.
With a loud voice, she pressed Ye Chen to her knees.
"I don't need your mercy." Ye Chen snarled, his eyes were flushed, bloodshot, his foreheads exposed with blue veins, and madness and madness coexisted.
Unyielding, he stood up against the coercion, and the bent sacred body was straight.
He pulled out the Zhundi sword that was obliquely inserted on the ground, and waved hard in the shaking, and cut to the enemy in the ground.
puff!
A sword fell, and a group of people turned into a mist of dying blood.
Of course, he also paid a bitter price for this, his holy bone was crushed by more than one.
kill!
He roared, he snarled, dragging his blood, holding his blood sword, stroking step by step, slashing wildly.
Every time he wields a sword, a lot of people are cut off.
Each time he wields a sword, his sacred body is split open and stained with blood, and the whole is a man.
"The Buddha saves me. The Buddha saves me." Ye Chen was snarling, and the gods of the Celestial Family and Fengxian were also roaring, hoping that the Buddha would help them out of the sea.
"Kill." Ye Chen no longer saw a human form, his confusion was suffused with blood and tears, and his vision was blurred, one blood step at a time, and a blood path behind him.
The sword fell, a pool of blood, and blood stained the mountains.
Many great deities, many princes of the great religion, died in this moment and became a dust of history.
"I am compassionate." The sigh of the Buddha's mind sighed, raised the palm of the dazzling Buddha, and Ling Tian covered it.
It was a golden hand covering the sky, covered with Buddhist scriptures, the palm of the hand, and a golden inscription.
The palm of one of the buddhas is as if dying, the world shudders, loses its color, falls all the way down, the time freezes, the sky is turned upside down, and the sky collapses.
"You can't kill me. I am the ancestor of Phoenix. She is kind to you." Below, Fengxian was groaning, full of horror, just because Ye Chen had dragged the holy body to her and raised her. Kill the sword.
"Blood debt and blood compensation." Ye Chen roared the world, blood and tears crisscrossed his body, and even died of the impatience, he also wanted to destroy the debts and repay the blood debt.
"No ... no no ..." Feng Xian hissed, her eyes protruding at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and her pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip at a speed that was visible to the flesh.
The sword had not yet fallen, and she felt her whole body cold and stern, as if she had fallen into Jiuyou, as if she had fallen to eighteen floors. Hell, suffering forever.
She has no revenge with Ye Chenben, only because of Phoenix Xianyu, who is above her, she considers herself honorable and cannot tolerate others' offense, and she repeatedly retaliates.
It was just that the siege against Ye Chen failed again and again, making her more and more crazy.
For this reason, she will eventually have to pay the price of blood.
Not only her, but also her emperor's brother, died tragically. The proud Phoenix tribe was also ashamed of her.
When life and death passed, she understood what regret was.
Regret should not provoke Ye Chen over and over again, touching his inverse scale more than once, and even causing miserable end.
Her honor, her arrogance, her cultivation for the road, her ambitions, and her magnificent beauty will all become a thing of the past with this sword.
At first glance, the flames fell and Fengxian was cut.
She also turned into a mist of blood and was buried under the mountains of the heavens, paying the price of blood for her crimes.
At the same time, Ling Tian's palm fell.
The unyielding figure fell into a pool of blood.
The earth was turbulent, and a handprint of ten thousand feet was burned on the ground and turned into a giant Yue, standing between heaven and earth.
"I don't need your mercy." Although Ye Chen was crushed down the mountain, she still roared, her voice trembling.
The mountain trembled, but he was again lifted up by him.
It was a trembling picture. As an ant, he actually lifted a giant figure of eight thousand feet.
The petrified monks of the Quartet were shocking to see.