Chapter 1494: 8 people

For many years, Xumi Mountain has been splattered with blood. This place is sacred and immaculate, and never stained with blood. Today, this kind of thing happened to the Buddhist door.
No one thought that Ye Fan would simply pull the sword and kill the young monk, turning it into blood mud and dying on the Mount Sumeru.
This is definitely a huge disaster. Who has dared to do this since ancient times? Even if there is a fight, no one dared to kill the Buddha so unscrupulously on Mount Xumi!
"Amitabha ..." The middle-aged monk in the middle of the mountain chanted the Buddha's number, his face full of sorrow, he surpassed his thoughts in his past life, he looked up a moment later, and his eyes shot chalk with two forcing rays of light. A clean place, how can you allow these big demons to interfere. "
"Rumbling"
The violent vibrations of the world and the earth seemed to resonate with infinite lightning, and the infinite amount of light radiated from the Xumi Mountain. The power of the letter of the Yang swept like the Wang Chaoyang, and there were thousands of silver waterfalls falling. This is the ocean of mind.
The letter is as strong as the sea and like a sword, surging and surging, glorious, sacred and majestic, monstrous down, calling forward.
"I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Dongye Changxiao, with his thick, chaotic long hair flying, lifted the big mace in his hand and smashed it forward.
This weapon had been damaged, but now it has been repaired. It is a great holy weapon. It is powerful and domineering. It seems that a sky-supporting pillar has fallen down, rumbling, and chaos smashed.
boom!
There was a tremor, the letter in front of the ocean was blocked, and the way was blocked, and the great power of the mace was pushed forward for more than ten miles, but it was also dissolved.
At the last loud noise, the thunder exploded, the savages stepped back a few strides, and the surging power of the infinite faith and sorrow also disappeared.
Everyone sucked in the air, this is Xumishan, almost unbreakable.
You know, the savages, but the king of the Holy Chalkmen urged the Great Sacred Vessel, but they were all blocked by a middle-aged monk who was attracted by the letter and could not attack.
Can imagine the great horror here.
If it was replaced by the leader of Mount Xumi, or by the monks of the world who came out of the Daleiyin Temple on the top of the mountain, what kind of terrible situation would it be? !
Buddhism is unfathomable, and all reliance lies in this mountain.
"Who broke into the pure land of my Buddhist door, although my temple is compassionate, but it can't tolerate the troubles of the world." The huge mountain height is not known how large, it is huge and scary, and there is a roar from above.
Buddhism strong man appeared this time, dozens of Arhats appeared one after another, each of them achieved a golden body, the Buddha light behind his head became a circle, and all treasures were solemn.
In the middle is an old monk, dressed in cassocks, with the sun, moon and stars shaking his white eyebrows, his face wrinkled, with a dignified, indifferent look down.
"Monk, don't ask for any reason, let's put the flowers out, or the horse will ride the mountain!" Li Tian shouted.
As soon as these words came out, the dozens of Luohan behind the old monk could not calm down. For many years, who dared to speak like this, and where was Dangxushan? !
"That child has a fate with my Buddhist door. It is a great fortune to lead him in and get out of the red dust." The old monk said flatly.
"Reverse to you, open your eyes and talk to your brother Chezi, conspiracy, superb and shameless, but you can still say so crowning, are you a Buddha or a devil ?!" Li Tian shouted and opened his mouth. At one spit, a crystal clear stove flew out, zooming in instantly.
Suddenly, Nanming was raging away from the fire, Suzaku's fire was boiling, Samadhi's fire was rolling, and the five chalk lines were swept through the fire.
The Goddess Furnace tears the world apart, magnified like a giant mountain, the whole body is crystal clear, blooming colorful, and it falls down, with an endless flame impact, trying to break the Xumi Mountain. ,
"Buddha has good virtues, but he is a devil, and it disrupts the world, but he also has to use sword soldiers to suppress the cracks." The old monk said. He whispered, and the dozens of arhats behind him all moved, each emitting an infinite amount of Buddha's light, pulling the endless power of faith to fight against the goddess furnace.
This was a big collision, the goddess furnace was very powerful, but in the end it was knocked back and could not get in.
Mount Xumi is too sacred, like a vast emperor, with so much faith in blessings, it does not invade, and there is endless pressure to the outside world.
"Monk, do you really not let my brother Chazi?" Ye Fanlu said with a sneer, and Chalu gave a mouthful of white teeth, killing him.
"In this life, he is destined to be my Buddhist brother Chazi, and you have broken off the mentorship." The old monk said, staring at the dark red killing sword behind Ye Fan, he was very embarrassed.
"Then don't blame me for killing!" Ye Fan drank coldly, and the truth didn't make sense, then he could only fight and kill Xu Mishan.
"Amitabha, Shanzai, Shanzai, the donor has too much arrogance and needs to cultivate the mind and raise his heart, and he should know how to let go." The old monk persuaded, a compassionate face.
"Let's put it down? Let your mother a fart!" Ryoma whispered, like a thunderbolt exploding, and everyone's ears were choking, adding: "Hypocritical."
The old monk on Naxu Mountain looked sluggish, and dozens of Arhats were a bit dazed. Who is this? It's too vulgar, and roared Xumi Mountain, and said such evil chalk.
"If you can kill the gods and make the world calm, the old monk is willing to be a sinner, even if he has blood on his hands. Amitabha, here to sue the Buddha first."
Then he raised his head and recited the mantra. The entire Xumi Mountain was different. The silver-white holy light began to change to gold, and his thoughts were surging and unpredictable.
There was a great coercion of pressure, as if an emperor was awakening in the chalk, he even vaguely aimed at Ye Fan, resisting the dark red killing sword in his hand.
Xumi Mountain is powerful and unmatched. This wave of thoughts even has a ray of imperial energy blending, terrifying, and wanting to stop Lingbao Tianzun's killing sword.
Moreover, a virtual gate appeared on the mountain, as if it were connected to another world, and there were bursts of roar. It seemed that a group of wild beasts were about to start, spreading the breath of the world.
"Eight tribes were born, guarding the Buddhist doors, suppressing demons!" The old monk shouted.
A large black hole appeared on Mount Xumi. From the inside, teams and groups of strong men all had different phases, not humans. There were big pythons, yakshas, ​​asuras, and gold-winged bird gods ... all with terrifying breath. , Mysterious!
"Eight Dragons!" Qi Luo changed color, and the last time they had seen a big loss.
These are Yaksha, Gandapa, Ashura, and Gauluo, and other eight dragons, all of whom are mysterious and powerful Chae tribes, who became chalk protectors after returning to Shumen.
"Buddha is really not a good stubborn child. These should be rare ancient strong people, but they were chalked up by them and became congregations.
Who said that the Buddha came out, these are the strong ones, get together, become a subversive force, and at the critical moment, the shot can sweep the field.
Ye Fan already had a sword in his hand and pointed at the Xumi Mountain, but there seemed to be an ancient emperor who was awakening in it, releasing an incomparable force and resisting him.
On the Sumiya Mountain, the Eight Tribes took the initiative to grieve one by one, as if the flood water was rolling, coming down the mountain, all the powerful people were astonishing.
"All are saints, there are many people in one group, how powerful is the strength of the eight groups?" Ye Tong changed color.
A long roar came from the ancient Jinpeng's wings around Ye Fan, and the golden feathers dazzled. It spread its wings to the sky, rushed to the gold-winged bird gods among them, and launched a fierce lore.
Bang!
It struck across its wings, fisted like a fist, and killed a few golden birds when it went up.
"This seems to be such a great power of punching!" Yan whispered, and everyone in the back was moved.
Dapeng King Boxing!
This is the ancient Jinpeng's feeling when watching Ye Fan Chuangtian Emperor's fist, standing on his shoulder, the magical power realized under the bodhi tree at the same time, it was revealed at this time, and it was invincible.
"Poo", "Poo" ...
The blood splattered with chalk, the feathers were chaotically chaotic, and the gold-winged Dapeng showed off his fist, killing all the dried bird gods, clean and neat.
Everyone was surprised, and the old monk on the Mount Sumeru and a dry arhat also changed color. This ancient Jinpeng reached Heavenly King Realm, and he was about to become a sage, and this magical mystery was too strong!
Xumishan roared, and the virtual gate rushed out of many golden bird gods again to fill up the eight parts, which surprised Ye Tong and others.
"These are not real bodies, not the original eight people, but the spirit of Xu Mishan." Princess God Silkworm said.
"What are you waiting for, follow me, and cut off the eight people so that they will never appear again." Long Ma shouted.
It took out an ancient stele with the words Tianbing engraved on it, and urged together with a total of ten holy kings, such as the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon, the Golden Lion, and the Black Bear Saint, and instantly made a violent wind here. , Shouted to kill Zhentian Chauyu.
Hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers appeared out of thin air, killing them forward like dark clouds. After so many years of running-in, Longma and they could really play part of the magical power of the Ancient Heavenly Soldiers.
These 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers and the eight major armies can be said to have the same qualities of the same song, with endless kills, infinite, and shocking the world.
Swords and swords, blood and rain, war drums like thunder, magic weapons are everywhere, this place is in chaos, shouting to kill deafening, almost to overthrow Qiankun.
At the end of the killing, the eight tribes were dim, and the 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers slowly subsided, returning to the stele, where Qingning was restored.
Clearly seeing the blood splashing and the murderous in the vertical and horizontal, all of this disappeared.
"Amitabha, you are too obsessed with the donor, you must know that the sea of ​​bitterness is the shore." The old monk's bitterness ~ EbookFREE.me ~ looks sad.
"Let my brother Chazi return." Ye Fan said quietly.
"Your mentoring and apprenticeship are exhausted. You need to know how to let go of your life. Then turn around and leave." The old monk said with his hands together, staring at the dark red long sword in Ye Fan's hands, he was extremely afraid.
"Bird monk, please shut up for me!" Ryoma scolded. He listened to each other's mouth full of compassion. Such false, always could not help but want to swear, there is no reason to speak.
"Is this what you said is only Buddhism and Li left?" Ye Fan coldly commented, "Empty and empty!"
At this moment, he began to take steps, staring at the immense Buddha light of Xumi Mountain, advancing under great pressure, holding a dark red fairy sword, pointing at the old monk, ready to start.
"In order to kill Ge, it is not what I thought. I sinned and sinned, Amitabha. The big demon was about to slay, and Lao had to kill. Ask the Buddha to forgive his sins." The old monk recited the mantra.
With a bang, an infinite amount of Buddha light appeared behind him. He roared and shook the mountain. The entire Xumi Mountain seemed to be recovering. He wanted to suppress Ye Fan with the power of teaching. [Unfinished to be continued.