"The Dharma image of the Buddhist family should not be underestimated. I only took a look and was captured by it. Fortunately, I was protected by the divine seal, otherwise the spiritual consciousness would be lost in this vast and boundless Dharma thought, and I am afraid that it will never be found again."

I felt that I was just in a daze just now, and my luck on my head disappeared by 10%. Chang Jin was shocked and did not dare to be distracted at all.

"Have this Taoist escaped again?" As soon as Chang Jin's spiritual sense broke free from the constraints, he was sensed by several monks who controlled the magic circle. They formed seals in their hands quickly, and in an instant, an endless vortex rose in the void, trapping Chang Jin in it.

Seeing the stars above his head, Chang Jin subconsciously thought he had fallen into an illusion again, so he hurriedly used the true text of the God Seal to scan it, but found that there was no change in front of him, "Isn't it an illusion? That's the space barrier."

He did not expect that he had just escaped from the divine realm of the evil god in the foreign land and fell into the barrier of the Shi family. With his previous experience, Chang Jin was not panicked, but focused on looking at the statue of the Shizu statue not far away. With the protection of the divine seal, he was not afraid of losing his spiritual consciousness and not knowing it.

But when the two-meter-old golden body suddenly became a seal, he raised it and took a photo directly on the top of Chang Jin's head.

The palm is the size of a millstone, and the texture on it is clearly visible. Chang Jin looked up and found that mountains, rivers and rivers appeared faintly in the texture. The mountains are towering and the clear water is surging. It is not just a form, but the spiritual power of mountains, rivers and mountains is integrated into it. It gives people the feeling that it is like a big land falling down, and the next is the collapse of the land and the cracks.

Such blessings are completely power of heaven. They are vast and vast, with dark clouds and turbid waves emptied, rolling and sweeping, and they are irresistible.

In a trance, Chang Jin's mind saw the situation of Sun Wuzhi being pressed into Wuzhishan.

There were still more than ten feet apart, and he felt that the long pillar of luck above his head began to shake, and his body seemed to be tied there by the end of the freezing, and could not be moved at all. Chang Jin held the hilt of the sword in his hand and wanted to raise it to deal with it, but he felt that the sword that was connected to his soul in the past seemed to have ten thousand pounds of force and could not be lifted at all.

Sun Wuzi was pressed against his five fingers, not because he didn't want to escape, but because he couldn't. In this situation, Chang Jin could not have the intention to escape from the big palm print. What he could do was to constantly gather spiritual power around his body.

"Ding" Under the endless oppression, the sword finally made a crisp buzzing sound. Chang Jin stepped on the ground with his feet, and the spiritual energy surged wildly between his limbs and bones. He held the sword in his hand and gritted his teeth and stabbed it out.

With one sword, I can kill many evil gods and ghosts under this sword, so that I can have the awesomeness of today and such a proud spirit. How could I surrender without even resisting?

But the sword light drew a curve in the void and stabbed Shi Zu's handprint with difficulty.

In an instant, the big handprint seemed to have become an endless underworld again, and countless evil spirits and ghosts flocked down in the thick fog.

Chang Jin is in it, like leaves swaying in the wind and rain, which may be hang down at any time.

But he did not retreat at all. Under the overwhelming pressure, the long sword in his hand danced rapidly, and the sword lights were stacked layer by layer, dozens of true texts attached to it, making a sharp buzzing sound.

At this moment, the entire void seemed to be still. Then the wind and clouds changed color.

The sword stabbed out with a magnificent momentum that killed all things in the world. Wherever the sword light passed, there were towering mountains, surging rivers, black fog covering the sky and the miserable ghosts, all of which were cut into pieces, and then sucked in by the phantom of the divine seal and swept through the sky.

"Puff" the monks who controlled the magic circle all spat out blood. They could only try their best to manifest this little world. Now that they have a full blow, the damage to the Dharma of the Ancestor in it will naturally cause a backlash.

As expected, the greater the risk, the more you gain.

At this moment, Chang Jin could clearly sense the changes of the divine seal, and the air flow was running in a mysterious trajectory, purifying the magic power that had just been absorbed one by one.

Then I felt that a few true texts had emerged from the seal and floated on it.

Chang Jin released his spiritual consciousness in the true text, and countless mysteries of the Buddhist teachings flowed in the spiritual consciousness, which was profound and mysterious, which was very different from the Taoist tradition.

"Such nine mountains, eight seas, one sun and the moon, four continents, and six desire heavens, overturned with the first three days of meditation, making it a small world."

"All of a thousand small worlds, overlaid with two meditations and three days, makes a small thousand world."

"All of a thousand small worlds, covering the three meditations and three heavens, making it a thousand worlds. All of a thousand worlds, covering the four meditations and nine heavens, and the four empty heavens, making it a thousand worlds..."

As those true texts were integrated by Chang Jin's spiritual consciousness, the essence of the mystery of the Buddhist family also appeared in my mind.

It seems that I guessed right. The so-called divine realm, or barrier, formation, etc., are all different spaces. This space is as large as the one above, and calls itself a small thousand world, and then collects one thousand, which can be the middle thousand world, and the highest is the Three Thousand Worlds of the Chinese family.

"There are tens of billions of Mount Sumeru, tens of billions of suns and moons, and are called the Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds. Such three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds of Ganges in the ten directions are called the One Interpretation World, and there is no other Interpretation in the middle, and it is the One Interpretation Ancestor."

"Every small world has the same form. There is Mount Sumeru in the center. It stands on the earth wheel through the sea. Below the earth wheel is the golden wheel, then down to the water wheel, and then down to the wind wheel. Beyond the wind wheel is the void... Such nine mountains and eight seas, one sun and the moon, four continents, and six desire heavens, covering the first three days of meditation, making it a small world."

Although these true texts of the Buddhist family are not complete, Chang Jin can understand the refining method of a small thousand world from the two based on the true texts of the ancient land left by the evil gods in foreign lands when they died.

Knowing the refining method, it is no longer difficult to break the magic array in front of you.

However, he did not fly out immediately with the sword, but instead put his patience and continued to absorb the magic power of the He family.

The monks had not noticed the abnormality in the formation, but just continued to inject spiritual power. In a blink of an eye, the statue of the God of Shizu became eight-armed, with seals with both hands, Karma Wisdom Seal, Great Sun Dharma Definition Seal, Amitabha Power Terminal Seal, and various handprints were dazzling.

Countless Dharma thoughts in the void condensed into handprints and rushed towards them. Every attack had a rush of momentum. Chang Jin was always as stable as a rock and was not defeated. Knowing the operating rules, he naturally felt extremely relaxed in dealing with it.

"What's going on?" a monk screamed in shock.

"The small world, the Dharma image of the ancestors cannot be saved," the children of the Seven Treasure Monk also screamed, "No part of the luck on the head has been wiped out."

The monk with long eyebrows could no longer sit still, shouted the Buddha's name, and said with a dark face: "What kind of extraordinary treasure is this son's body? He gathered the power of my six people, but could not shake the root cause."

The magic thought just now was already the strongest attack of the six people, but I still couldn't stand the other party.

He now felt a little regretful. If he had known this, he would have let the other party leave quietly, so why bother to do this?

Just as he was thinking, the monk next to him asked, "Senior Brother, what should I do now? Let this person go out?"

"No," the monk with long eyebrows shook his head and refused, "Our actions are endless today. If the other party is allowed to leave, there will be endless troubles. Since this hatred has been settled, we must save this person today, and we must never leave any further action, even if we pay the big price."

Staring at the young Taoist in the formation, the long-browed monk gave the order.

"Yes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" The remaining monks responded in unison. As a layer of indescribable treasure light was covered all over their bodies, the light flashed and the spiritual energy surged out. From the face, it was more solemn than before.

The spiritual energy penetrates the void and injects into the body of the Dharma Image of the Ancestral Dharma.

In the end, the statue of Shi Zu exploded and turned into 3,600 Dharma thoughts, and then fell into the magic array.

Chang Jin is now familiar with the laws of the small thousand worlds, so he can naturally sense thousands of Dharma thoughts. He immediately felt awe in his heart, knowing that these monks could not conquer them for a long time, and began to fight with their lives.

However, he was not worried, but allowed these 3,600 Dharma thoughts to enter his Nirvana Palace.

As soon as these Dharma thoughts entered it, they condensed into the eight heavenly dragon guardians, holding magic weapons in hand to attack Chang Jin's spiritual consciousness.

Chang Jin also wanted to try the Buddhist true text he had learned. When his mind changed, hundreds of divine consciousnesses were also divided into the divine seal, and then the true text was attached to it. But a golden light flashed, and a tall and solemn statue of the God of the Ancestor Shi appeared.

"What the hell is going on?" Several monks were shocked again.

They originally wanted to use 3,600 magical thoughts to attack and kill this Taoist man. Unexpectedly, the other party would also have the magical powers of the Shi family. Moreover, judging from the statue of the Shi family he summoned, one head and one head, with eight arms standing with a vertical eye on the middle of the eyebrows, which was the Dharma image of the Ming King.

As soon as the Dharma image of the Ming King appeared, it formed hand seals continuously, and then endless divine fire ignited behind him. The divine fire spread out from the sky and burned it down according to the eight heavenly dragons protecting the crowd.

The Ming King ordered the chakra to all Buddhist teachings, also known as the king of the kings. When the Ming King was angry, he burned thousands of miles away.

At this moment, once the guardians transformed by thousands of Dharma thoughts are stained with raging flames, they immediately collapse and turn into slight breath. Before these thoughts can escape, the divine seal sucked it into it.

In one breath, it has been transformed into a trace of gray and white air. After another turn, it completely melts, and becomes a true text and reattached to the Mingwang Dharma Seal.

With this true text, the Ming King Chang Jin thought of was becoming stronger and stronger. At first, it was only two or three zhang high, but later it was a golden body of five or six zhang. On the other hand, the eight guardians who were condensed by the Dharma Nian of the six monks screamed in the flames.

The Dharma Thought was destroyed, and the six monks outside the formation were constantly backfired. Now they were bleeding from seven orifices, their faces were as decayed as zombies, and their luck fell on the top of their heads. They were originally blue, but now only red and white left, and they could no longer maintain the formation.

With a puff, the strong wind swelled.

Chang Jin saw that the scenery in front of him changed again, and he had returned to the hall.

Not far away in front of him, six monks fell to the ground and their expressions shrank. In the end, the three thousand and six hundred Dharma thoughts were activated by their natal spiritual power and were all destroyed. Their soul and spiritual consciousness were severely damaged. Now their bodies are not as good as ordinary people.

At this moment, the Ming King of Chang Jin was burning fire and passing by, and there was no other external Dharma thought in Nirvana Palace.

Facing these monks, he had no intention of showing mercy, and directly waved his sword to finish them all
Chapter completed!