Chapter 391: The Secret Realm of the Little Three Thousand Buddha Kingdom

The power of mind was severely damaged, and the cultivation of countless Buddhist cultivators back to Yan Daxue Mountain suddenly shrunk to seven or eight.

The disciples of Jiuyou Taoism formed a Ten Thousand Immortal Formation and a great Heavenly and Earthly Net formation, among which were hidden the Ten Jue Formation, the Immortal Killing Sword Formation and other vicious formations, and marched into the Snowy Mountains in a mighty manner. As soon as this gang of vicious gods entered the Snowy Mountains, their eyes suddenly covered the ground.

Rolling around, blood dyed the snowy mountains red, screams and wails shook the mountains everywhere, and snow avalanches collapsed on countless mountaintops.

In order to form the secret formation to slay demons, the Buddhist cultivators gathered on the top of the mountain and on the cliff. At a glance, the top of the mountain and the cliff were full of shining bald heads. This naturally became the best target, and Jiuyou Dao disciples did not need it.

Searching from cave to cave and monastery to monastery, you can easily kill these injured Buddhist cultivators.

The faces of the asexual old nun and other old monks and nuns turned pale. They trembled and knelt down on the ground, chanting the Buddha's name in unison.

There were even old monks and nuns with tears streaming down their faces. How could they have expected that the Huiyan Snow Mountains, which almost monopolized Paranimi's arrogance and optimism, would suffer such a heavy blow from such a tragic calamity.

The formations of the Nine Nether Dao army are too powerful. The magical powers of Gu Xiechen and others are too powerful. The magical weapons they possess are also too powerful.

The huge Huiyan Snow Mountain has countless Buddhist treasures, but none of them are innate objects. However, Gu Xiechen has Pangu flags, Zhuxian sword formations and other heaven-defying objects in his hands. Once the two sides conflict, they will look fat.

The people of the Daxueshan lineage, who are strong but physically weak and suffer from kidney deficiency, are really no match for them.

True Lord Wuji had already sneaked away, and the bald heads were being slaughtered. He was so happy that he almost laughed out loud. How could he be interested in accompanying these bald donkeys to death? The greater the Snow Mountain lineage has been weakened, the better. Bald Head

They are all dead, isn't it because Ziji Palace dominates the world?

Not only did True Lord Wuji escape, but all the immortals in Ziji Palace also ran away without a trace.

An old monk who was crying bitterly suddenly straightened up. He glared at the old nun without sex and shouted: "Wuxing, why on earth did these demons attack my Huiyan Daxue Mountain lineage? What on earth caused this kind of evil disaster?

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Adhering to the consistent tyrannical style of Daxue Mountain, if there are evil heretics who dare to approach Daxue Mountain, they will naturally have to subjugate and kill them. Who has the patience to reason with these demons? But today, the demons are powerful, and Daxue Mountain is unable to defeat them.

, it seems, it seems that you should be able to reason with them?

What Jiuyou Dao wants, we just need to break it down and talk about it in detail! Why fight to the death and destroy the vitality of both parties?

The asexual old nun's eyes changed, and her expression turned ugly. The other party had already announced her name, Jiuyou Dao Gu Xiechen, what could this mean? Isn't it just for the disciple Fuya she accepted?

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But how is this possible for the asexual old nun to surrender? Even if the Huiyan Daxueshan lineage is extinct, she still has to decide the outcome with Jiuyou Dao! There was an abnormal blush on the old nun's shriveled face,

The corners of her mouth drooped, and a sinister smile bloomed quietly on her face.

So what if he died? Can the person behind him sit back and watch his body die?

She has completed the task requested by that person. Fuya Ming is already a disciple of Buddhism. She already possesses exquisite Buddhist Zen skills. She has even produced relics, but the Buddhist brand on her body cannot be washed away no matter what.

It fell off.

Looking from afar at the Jiuyou Dao army heading straight for them, the sexless old nun laughed sarcastically.

Chess pieces are just chess pieces, even if they look invincible on the chessboard, they are still just chess pieces!

I am different. After completing that person's decree, I can become a chess player at any time!

Smiling coldly, the asexual old nun was about to crush the string of Buddhist beads in her hand when a sudden cloud of white clouds floated down from the sky. A young monk with red lips and white teeth, who was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, held a Bodhi leaf book in his hands.

, the Buddhist scriptures strung with gold threads fell on a rock on the white clouds, and he glanced at the sexless old nun and other old monks and nuns.

Except for the asexual old nun, the other old monks and nuns all looked at the young monk and exclaimed.

The young monk looked at these old monks and nuns and said calmly: "Huiyan Daxueshan, are you willing to convert to the righteous path of Buddha?"

The sexless old nun suddenly laughed: "The three old monks in the Abyss of No Return, their cultivation is higher than ours? Their Taoism is deeper than ours? Their magic power is stronger than ours? Can they represent the Buddha? Which Buddha do they represent?"

The young monk smiled: "Master Wu Xing, don't you know the cultivation level of the three ancestors of our sect?"

The face of the asexual old nun changed, and she lowered her head in annoyance. She held the beads in her hand tightly with her fingers, and tried to crush them several times, but as soon as she saw the young monk from the corner of her eye, she held her back forcibly.

The impulse in my heart.

The young monk said calmly: "Three Yuanhui ago, the Zen master went to Shen'ao Island to discuss Buddhism with the three ancestors of our sect. Even though the Zen master's cultivation level is only slightly different from that of the ancestors of our sect, but..."

The asexual old nun interrupted the young monk and shouted loudly: "Did you come here to deliberately humiliate the poor monk?"

The young monk smiled: "I don't dare, I don't dare. The young monk was just ordered to send this book "The Three Thousand Worlds of Zen Skills of Little Sumeru" to all the Zen masters."

The sexless old nun froze and was speechless as she looked at the Buddhist scriptures. The old monks and nuns looked at the Buddhist scriptures with great excitement and communicated with each other quickly with their eyes. The young monk stood holding the Buddhist scriptures in his hands.

On the mountain rock, he looked down at a group of old monks and nuns from a high position, and asked calmly: "All Zen masters, are you willing to accept this book of Buddhist scriptures and take refuge in the righteous path of my Buddha?"

An old monk opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly closed his mouth.

The other old nun was stunned for a while, took a step forward suddenly, and then subconsciously took a step back.

The sexless old nun said with a mocking smile: "It's the same old saying. Those three old monks claim to be authentic Buddhists, and they tried to trick us into taking refuge under them many years ago. But which Buddha did they worship? Which Buddha did they respect?

?Which line of Buddhism do you practice?"

The young monk looked at the old nun Wu Xing indifferently, and suddenly laughed in a low voice: "Zen Master Wu Xing, do you think you need to know this?"

'Do you need to know this'? It was an understatement, and the contempt and disregard for the asexual old nun in the words has reached the extreme. Who are you? You just obey the orders and act. How do you have the right to ask such nonsense?

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The old nun's face turned redder than a monkey's butt. She was trembling all over and wanted to punch the little monk in front of her to death.

But the old nun forcibly suppressed the impulse. The young monk in front of her seemed to be no more than a middle-level practitioner of Daluo Jinxian, but his Zen skills and Buddhism were not much better than those of the Huiyan Daxue Mountain lineage. The asexual old nun only relied on her own Zen skills and magical powers.

, it may not be able to suppress him.

The young monk placed the "Little Sumeru Three Thousand Worlds of Zen Skills" on a rock next to him. He sat cross-legged and smiled at the old monks and nuns: "The young monk acted on his own initiative and tried his best to support the snowy mountain.

Six hours. After six hours, if everyone is still undecided, the young monk will turn around and leave without daring to bother you again."

With a long laugh, the young monk suddenly shouted: "Where is the Evil Dragon Venerable Gu Xiechen? The poor monk scolded me for asking for a fight!"

Gu Xiechen, who was standing above the head of Demon Dragon Gen and commanding the Nine Nether Dao army to encircle and suppress Buddhist cultivators in Daxue Mountain, heard the screams but didn't bother to pay attention to them. The Daxue Mountain lineage had been defeated and he was busy.

After collecting all the monks and rescuing Fuya? Where is Ming, where can I have time to tangle with Chi Hui?

Looking coldly at the towering snow-capped mountains hundreds of millions of miles away, Gu Xiechen coldly replied: "I'm not interested, I won't serve you!"

Chihui smiled, nodded and said: "Interesting, interesting. To be able to reach this point after ten thousand years of cultivation, Taoism, magic and magical powers are no small feat!"

A long laugh came out of the screeching throat like a dragon's roar. Suddenly the golden light lit up between the sky and the earth. The rich fragrance of sandalwood floated around. Large golden clouds sprinkled down from the sky. Those who were fleeing in all directions from the Huiyan Daxue Mountains

Suddenly, Buddha Xiu's body was swept into a large golden cloud, and he was sent to the depths of the Snowy Mountains in the blink of an eye.

An extremely thin golden light, seemingly several times thinner than a hair, slowly hung down from the sky. The golden light was extremely thin, but the auspicious aura of the golden glow around it was extremely rich. A strange fragrance floated faintly from the golden light, bringing with it

Accompanied by the graceful Sanskrit singing, this ray of golden light split the Snow Mountain into two halves from west to east. The golden light descended from an invisible high altitude and directly connected with the ground. It really made the birds sad and even the insects could not climb over.

The long roar of the dragon shook all the disciples of Jiuyou Dao who were under the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm to spurt blood from their seven orifices, and they all fell to the ground unable to move.

As soon as those Jiuyou Dao disciples who had cultivated as Taiyi Golden Immortal smelled the rich scent of sandalwood, they fell to the ground like snakes and insects wrapped in sulfur. Their mana seemed to disappear out of thin air, and even the strength to speak

All gone.

Buddhist techniques are best at subduing demons and demons. Compared with the Zen techniques performed by the asexual old nun and others, the Buddhist magical powers performed by the monk Chi Hui are undoubtedly vastly different. If the Zen techniques of the monk Chi Hui are used by a laser engraving machine, they will be super powerful.

With highly integrated circuit boards, the Zen skills of asexual old nuns and others are simply like a butcher doing embroidery with a butcher's knife!

To intercept the huge Jiuyou Dao army with one person's power, Monk Chihui was extremely conceited!

Except for those heavenly soldiers and generals who were not affected by the Zen technique, all the disciples of Jiuyou Dao lost their fighting ability for a while.

Even Zhehua and Yanjiang, disciples of Jiuyou Dao who have already cultivated themselves as Daluo Jinxian, their zombie bodies and ghostly bodies happened to be restrained by Buddhist power. Under the thin golden light, Zhehua and Yan

There was a faint black smoke coming out of Jiang's body, and the pain in his body felt like being cut by a knife.

"Good monk, he is indeed a good monk!"

Gu Xiechen sighed in admiration and casually blasted a lunar thunderbolt.

There was a loud noise, and a large hole with a diameter of a hundred miles opened in the golden light hole. But when the thunder light disappeared, the golden light healed as before. Several heavenly soldiers who wanted to take the opportunity to rush through the golden light obstacle bumped into the golden light and were hit by an extremely powerful force.

The strong rebound force sent him flying hundreds of miles, and his neck was almost broken.

Gu Xiechen was startled, but Monk Chihui used a magical power to control heaven and earth, and suddenly a huge figure with a height of ten thousand feet appeared in the golden light. He nodded to Gu Xiechen and said with a smile: "Evil Dragon

Venerable Sir, can you break the poor monk's Zen method?"

The monkey sneered, picked up his stick and rushed forward. He laughed strangely and said: "It's just Hinayana Tianlong Chan Kung Fu, don't be so presumptuous in front of Lao Sun!"

With a laugh that reached into the sky, the monkey swung the iron rod and brought a stream of colorful Buddha light down towards the golden light curtain.

With a "clang" sound, the monkey's iron rod was bounced upside down, and the stick hit him on the forehead, splashing a large number of sparks, which made the monkey dizzy and almost fell to the ground. Eight-headed white ape

He hurriedly flew up, hurriedly protected the monkey and retreated.

The scolding monk smiled indifferently, nodded and said, "Donor, you have mistaken the poor monk's Zen skills. Ugh!"

As soon as the mantra was spoken, a golden mountain roared down in the void, and the monkey and the eight disciples were crushed under the mountain on the spot. The mountain fell heavily to the ground, and immediately took root on the ground, growing in the blink of an eye.

There is no gap between it and the ground.

The monkey and his eight disciples roared angrily at the foot of the mountain and tried their best to destroy the mountain, but the mountain was shining with golden light and remained motionless. No matter how powerful you were, you couldn't break even a single rock on the mountain.

Yang Jian swung his three-pointed two-edged sword and slashed down the mountain with one strike.

The mountain that trapped the monkey and the eight apprentices at the foot of the mountain seemed like an illusion at the moment. Yang Jian swung out his knife, but failed to touch the mountain. The mountain clearly stood there, but Yang Jian's knife seemed to be ten meters away from the mountain.
To be continued...