Chapter 1495: Sumi New Lord

.. With a bang, the power of faith surging on the Mount Xumi, a trumpet Mount Xumi appeared behind the old monk. ():
It's a trumpet, but it's huge and immense compared to ordinary mountains, towering into the clouds, it is directly suppressed, faster than all speeds, towering and scary. .
Everyone changed color, which clearly showed a great power, and a ray of imperial power was falling, shocking people.
Moreover, the suppression of this mountain is too rapid, so huge, it is directly crushed, and it is almost impossible to avoid.
Ryoma scolded and said: "The thief is really hypocritical and full of compassion, just to buy time to build this mountain, your uncle!"
Ye Fan moved, and his body burst into a tremendous light in an instant. He stepped on a golden magic circle, and strode forward. It was the source of the array, and he was a tattoo of blessing mana and energy for himself.
Shit!
A rosy sky flew up, and the long sword in his hand shot a dazzling fairy light, straight to the cracked "Small Sumeru Mountain", and he was also moving forward.
This is a veritable hardship, and the fight is for a spirit that can't hold back.
Because the old monk is by no means the leader of Xumishan, if he is afraid of him, then the subsequent battles need not be carried out.
Ye Fan's preparation for such a long time also raised the mana to the top. The two can be said to have used the strongest blow and collided together and collapsed together!
The landslide and the sword light shattered. The two seemed like a turbulent sea. There was a terrible collision, and they were magnificent.
Everyone could not change color, how terrifying Xumishan actually blocked the emperor's blow, the power and arrogance of the faith was horrifying.
"The breath of the emperor is pervading, this mindfulness is the seed buried by the Amitabha Buddha, blessed by all living beings. It is already against the sky!" The silkworm Taoist suddenly said.
Everyone heard. All were taken aback.
The silkworm Taoist was drunk and carried a wine gourd in his hand, which was very decadent. This is also the first time he has spoken in front of people.
"Ximo is deep in water and it is not false. I really don't know what terrible layout Amitabha left on this mountain." Qi Luo murmured to himself. Everyone's heart sank.
"The bitter sea is boundlessly turned back to the shore." The old monk was very indifferent, standing on the mountainside, and the monastery behind him was glorious and glorious, setting him back as sacred and peaceful.
Ye Fan sneered. This time he rushed straight forward. The sword in his hand was trembling violently. He wielded four swords one after another. His power was surging and all fell on Mount Xumi.
"The donor, you are obsessed. You are the one who can sing along the way. When there is a choice, Amitabha." The old monk recited the Buddha. Behind it was another Sumiya mountain cast by Nian Li. Press forward.
In the rear, people all gritted their teeth. This hypocrisy is more abominable than the real villain. Ryoma hated so much that he would step him out of the sixteen petals with a hoof and step on his face with flowers.
Ye Fan sneered again and again. This time his sword spirit was exceptionally strong, and the four paths were in one, and a path was cut open. He even wanted to break into Mount Xumi.
"No!" Exclaimed the people behind.
The old monk smiled, and the power of the surrounding sea was surging, vigorous and eye-catching, and the power of recovery was almost restored. He was almost united with the entire Xumi Mountain, and he controlled the endless strong power.
Shit!
Thousands of swords and swords, collided with the power of faith, turned over the river and the sea, the entire Tianyu was ruined, and it was terrifying. The sword gas and the power of faith rushed to Jiuxiao, making the stars outside the territory tremble.
But at this time, Ye Fan was silent, with a maternal tripod of all things suspended above her head, with the tripod facing down, pouring out a galaxy-like light.
Bang!
There is a third kind of power in this place, which is extremely strong, extremely terrifying, and it is also the power of faith, but it is out of tune with the mountain on Mount Sumeru. The two meet, burn fiercely, and devour each other.
In only a moment, a vacuum appeared in front of me and a road was cut out.
The monk changed color, because Ye Fan quickly rushed over like lightning, and the fairy sword in his hand shook, slashing the sea of ​​thoughts, and forced him to come.
The emergence of the third force broke the balance in an instant, Ye Fan forced to a certain distance, Zhen Jian was about to kill the monk.
In this process, his consumption is enormous, and the accumulation of Dingzhong over the years has almost bottomed out in an instant, which is incomparable with the majestic faith of Xumishan.
Ye Fan didn't climb the Mount Xumi, because there was the Tiger Cave of Longtan, and he couldn't get in at all. His mindfulness in his trip could not be more than one hundred times or ten thousand times. It was too far behind.
However, as he approached, close to the giant mountain, the power of faith destroyed the earlier balance. Although the opportunity was instantaneous, it was enough for Ye Fan, who was good at capturing fighters.
Jian Qi broke through the sky, bursting out a bright light, although most of it was canceled, but one of them was still chopped on the monk's body, with a puff, the head rolled down and blood splashed.
"No!" The old monk yelled, unable to believe this fact.
He stood on the mountainside of Mount Xumi, and was actually beheaded. This is too horrible. Only a momentary loophole was caught and he was killed.
"Ah ..." He only had time to make the last yell, his body exploded and became a blood mist.
Ye Fan shook his body, stepped on his tactics, and when the overwhelming power of faith came back, he regressed decisively, and at the same time, he used a killing sword to hack the past, blocking his mind.
"master!"
"Ancient Buddha!"
There were dozens of arhats shouting in the middle of the mountainside, but they could not change anything.
"It's good to kill. This thief is full of benevolence, morality and morality, but he is hypocritical. He should kill with a sword." Ryoma exclaimed.
Ye Fan retreated and looked at the motherhood of all things. The thoughts accumulated over the years had almost dried up, but the face of Xu Mishan had melted into nothingness in seconds.
"There is a great horror in this mountain!" Ye Fan sighed. Fortunately, he never cared about the power of faith. He never planned to practice it in his body.
"Dang ..." The bell was melodious, and the light of the entire Mount Xumi suddenly ignited many times, like a pure land of myth, making people want to suffocate.
On the top of the mountain, the Buddha's light is shining, and everything is clear, illuminating the entire vast desert.
Ye Fan and others retreated, then rose into the air, and continued to fly upward until they were flush with the top of the mountain and looked forward.
The ancient temple on the top of the mountain is magnificent, simple and atmospheric. Very spectacular. Like an immortal fairy, the tiles and the ridge of the house were stained with a layer of holy light.
A copper plaque was rusty and hung on the ancient temple in the center. There are a few words engraved on it, and the iron picture is a silver hook, vigorous and powerful. It is the four characters "Daleiyin Temple".
Everyone frowned, not to mention the other, but this copper plaque was not enough, nourished by the imperial power, and there is still a horrible fluctuation in it!
The big bell is yo-yo, stunned and deaf, and the bell is huge. It hangs behind the Daleiyin Temple, and the Buddha's light shines on it. There are also emperors.
"Not the Great Soldier, but many things have been used by Amitabha, even made by hand. The horror is terrifying."
Everyone sighed. This Sumiya Mountain is bound to be difficult to attack, and there is no way to fight against the emperor.
at this time. The big bell stopped trembling, and the summit of Mount Sumeru was peaceful, with the sound of Zen singing, like the harmony of the gods and the Buddha.
In front of that big Leiyin Temple, there is a dead tree with branches stretching like a dragon, very mysterious.
"Bodhi fairy tree!"
Ye Fan's heart moved, and then he was relieved. This is the previous body of the Bodhi tree. It is different from other immortal medicines. Every time it is Nirvana regeneration, leaving the old plant dead body and regenerating a seed.
Zen sings endlessly, making the entire Xumishan Temple look solemn and solemn, sacred and pure, full of thoughts, and with all living beings.
Purple gold tiles, magnificent temples, and shimmering metallic luster in lilac make this place more mysterious and unpredictable. At a glance, it is magnificent.
"Amitabha, Shanzai, Shanzai." An old buddha sounded in Daleiyin Temple.
Then, the door was opened, and many golden bodies and arhats appeared. All of them were born with buddha light, sacred and majestic, followed by Dharma Protector, etc. The four most famous King Kongs were all inherited in this life.
Splashing Vajra, Victory Vajra, Vigorous Vajra, and Permanent Vajra, each one is more serious than others, and the spirit of Buddhism is pervasive. The four are very tall and very compelling.
Later is the Buddha's guardian gods, etc. The four most famous are the King of the East, the King of the East, the King of the South, the King of the West, and the King of the North, all glaring at each other, the most holy.
The people in the village of heaven are all sinking, and the Buddhist heritage is too deep, and these people who have the fruits have appeared.
What appeared later is that the Bodhisattva of various heavens and the ancient Buddha are more fortunate, and there are not a few in total, which is simply incomparable with the ancient times.
According to legend, in the era when Amitabha was alive, there are many Bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas sitting in the sky, and the light of the Buddha is hundreds of millions of miles.
However, the hearts of the people have not been put down completely, and suddenly sank again, because an old monk walked out of the Daleiyin Temple, obviously a great saint!
This is an ancient Buddha. Although his breath is restrained, he still gives people a kind of compelling pressure. He is not as bright as other monks. He has some sparse yellow hair like wild grass. The face was covered with folds, like dried oranges, very old and withered, but the hidden blood was horrifying.
"It's him, Moko Big Buddha, you are still alive!" Princess Silkworm raised her eyes immediately.
"Amitabha, the old monk's practice has never been complete, he can't be nirvana, he can only breathe and continue to stay in this world." This old monk with thin yellow hair has his hands together, a sad look.
In the past, the battle against the Buddha had a fierce battle with him, and eventually suppressed it under the Xumi Mountain, without thinking of him and getting out of trouble now.
"Sure enough, everything is causing you trouble." Princess Silkworm eyes cold.
"The four poor monks are empty, and I don't know what the donor meant." The ancient face of Moko was compassionate, calm and calm.
"Qiang"
At this moment, the princess of the silkworm shone with nine kinds of immortal lights, and the sound of clang continued from ear to ear. Pieces of armor covered the graceful body. The ancient emperor's vitality was released, making many people almost paralyzed on the spot. Mishan shook for a while.
Ancient emperor's suit!
This is the fairy costume of the ancient emperor who had undergone ten times of transformation and eventually became invincible in heaven and earth.
At this moment, Princess Silkworm was dazzling, and her whole body was flowing with Baohui. The whole person was like a heroic female warrior. The emperor was full of vitality and horror.
Even the Saint ~ EbookFREE.me ~ shuddered at her, this is an irresistible breath.
On Mount Xumi, many golden bodies and arhats were shaking and unbearable. However, after the sound of the Moko ancient Buddha, everything was the same. A treasure pestle appeared in his right hand, and the purple gold gloss flowed, revealing the gas machine for suppressing the ancients.
This is the weapon that the Amitabha emperor personally refined-drop the magic pestle!
This emperor weapon now fell into the hands of Mo Ke, and there is no worse news than this.
Click, click ...
Powerful and constant rhythm of footsteps came out, and another person came out of the Daleiyin Temple. All the Luohan, King Kong, Bodhisattva, ancient Buddha and others saw them with respect.
This is also true of Mo Ke Da Sheng, who is holding an emperor.
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