Hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers and monsters were destroyed, and the entire blood abyss was filled with endless water. These endless waters were like dreams and bubbles, everywhere, but difficult to touch. They played their magical effects in every corner of the blood abyss. ~ Chinese ~ novel...

The charred earth and stones were all purified, and the anger dissipated, and the light surged. Red lotus, white lotus, big red lotus, and big white lotus... These four kinds of hell flowers did not wither because of the dissipation of the dark energy, but instead bloomed even more brightly because of the Brahma nectar transformed by the dark energy. Their flowers, under the reflection of those crystal bubbles, bloomed magnificent halos in the flowing sky water, intertwined with colorful colors, just like the scattered flowers of the heavenly girl and dancing in a strange way.

However, a voice full of mockery also spread from the center of the blood abyss to all directions: "I'm here to send you on your way now! Are you ready?"

The magic array at the bottom of the Blood Abyss began to rotate, as if a click came, and the entire space was twisted. In the Blood Abyss, in addition to the hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers who had been destroyed, there were also tens of thousands of lamas from the two tantric holy places of Samye Monastery and Guangming Mountain. At this moment, everyone heard the mocking sound and felt the rotation of heaven and earth.

The power of Xuanwu used the young man's fire soul as the fulcrum, rushing downward, heading straight to the bottom of the Blood Abyss, and then spreading sharply along the magic array that began to reverse. With a blink of an eye, the poisonous fire became a circle and spread out at the bottom of the entire furnace. The fire light spreads from the bottom up, one by one. What is this? All the lamas had a bad premonition, but they were powerless.

The surging firelight was like the lava accumulated underground and finally found a breakthrough, and it was like a candle dragon hidden in the crypt that flipped its giant body. The boundless water first started to roll from the bottom of the blood abyss, with heat rising and bubbles rising.

If these vast sky water just now were still like dream bubbles, like real and empty, then these sky waters rolled into rising boiling water as the fire at the bottom layer heated.

The lamas scattered all over the blood abyss fled up to death, trying to escape from the purgatory that had begun to harvest life, but they were destined to be unable to escape. The lamas at the bottom were caught in boiling water. Their skin turned white and torn, and they kept peeling off from them. Although they were Brahma dew that could save people, they were not able to bear it after being boiled by the heaven and earth oven.

These heavenly water itself has healing effects, but in this way, everything they encounter is even more cruel. The flesh and blood are boiled in boiling water, but it continues to heal, and the pain during this period can almost make people crazy. Intertwined screams come from below, and the lamas who are not in crisis above feel infinite chills from their bodies to their hearts.

The fear that oppresses people's hearts cannot stop the heat that keeps rising from below. The temperature around is rising wildly, and the boundless water surges out of the void that can be seen but cannot be touched, completely submerging them. The boiling water flows rush around and impacts the pain of being swallowed by boiling water is not something that ordinary people can tolerate. What's more terrifying is that the effect of Brahma water itself makes such pain endless.

The boiling water rises, keeps rising, and the people who are involved are howling heart-wrenchingly. Those who are not involved are already wanting to go crazy immediately. There are no gods and Buddhas, and there is no hope. They struggle, howl, cry, and roar, everything becomes meaningless, and eventually becomes a scream that seems to be endless.

They long for death, but they never refused to come. Even though the flesh and blood had been completely cooked and turned into pale corpses, their souls still attached to the corpses, making a cry that penetrated the void.

Master Sangye and the Great Sun Dharma King used all their strength to fly upwards. They heard the screams of other lamas, but they did not dare to look back at all. Around them, the heat surged, forming a cyclone that rushed up. The blood abyss was over, and their subordinates and all their ambitions were over. Now they just wanted to save their lives. However, even this last bit of luxury was not an easy task.

As the most noble Dharma King in Tibet, how could they ever encounter such a tragic situation? In the three holy places, any one who goes out is called the Buddha. Every word they say is equivalent to the law of gold and iron. Wherever they pass, gold and brocade lay on the ground and the people crawl. Their residence is as luxurious as the imperial palace in China. They can always enjoy the first night rights of a beautiful girl and make it into a magic weapon.

But now, they are like rats that keep running away. Their skin is cracking and blistering, and the boundless water heals them.

Below was the sound of boiling bubbles bursting, and they were getting closer and closer to them. In such natural disasters, their magic power was useless, and they still haven't figured out why they encountered such a situation. Where did that young man come from? Where did such amazing power come from? They knew nothing and were unwilling to give up, but no one cared, just as they never cared about the many innocent people they had killed in the past.

On the other side, the woman who was kneeling on the ground and crying was holding her arm tightly. She originally thought that believing in the gods would make her fearless, but she was wrong. She thought she was no longer afraid, but because she had not encountered anything that really scared her in the past.

"Do you think this is over?" A low and vicious voice rang in her ears, "This is not over!"

With a sneer, a little cold light pressed into her eyebrows. Suddenly, she seemed to be experiencing the cycle of life, everything in the past, bit by bit, rolled over in her heart. What was ignored and forgotten, looking back, she realized that the best days in her life were actually the things she despised and abandoned in the past, the love of her father, the tenderness of her mother, and the filial piety of her daughter, all of these truly constituted every part of her life, and the so-called gods brought her nothing but illusion.

However, this is religion. The so-called piety comes from fear deep in her heart. She recalled the moment when she was planted with holy blood. As a mortal, she felt the powerful power of the holy phoenix and the existence beyond mortals in her dream. She was afraid and fearful. She did not have the courage to resist, so she armed herself with so-called piety and made herself no longer afraid. She looked for noble excuses for her weakness, and then regarded all the beauty around her as a stumbling block that hindered her.

But now, the end of the world in the doctrine has not yet appeared, but she truly felt what the real horror is in reality. At this last moment, every bit of the experience has swarmed in. She was in real horror, and thus longed for beauty, so she discovered that all the brilliance in her life had long been abandoned by her.

"Dad, mom... Xiaochun..."

Holding her arms, curled up, and fell to the ground, darkness rushed in like crazy, swallowing everything she had.

A roar that shook the earth from afar came from a distance, and the stone pillars were shattered and the earth and rocks cracked. The one who roared was the Lord of the Samye Monastery. The boiling water had submerged him. With his powerful mana, he struggled to resist the hot high temperature. However, as the mana continued to be consumed, all struggles became useless. The flesh and flesh cracked piece by piece under the steaming of boiling water, but healed wildly. The scalded red flesh tried to repair itself under the influence of Brahma nectar itself, and the result was to further delay his pain.

He danced his staff in vain in a roar, and the flesh on his body healed one by one, but healed one by one. With the shouts, boiling water poured into his mouth, poured into his throat, ravaging his stomach and intestines. The mana of protection collapsed completely, and the skin was blooming and the flesh was boiled. The boiled flesh finally reached the point where even Brahma nectar had no time to repair. He turned into thick white bones, but the white hand bones still held the staff and waved them weakly.

The situation of the Great Sun Dharma King on the other side is obviously not much better. The cruel descriptions of various hells in the Buddhist scriptures are essentially just to intimidate ordinary people who disrespect the Buddha and promote the terrifying people in hell. In fact, they have never really thought that they would fall into hell for a day. However, now, the three misfortunes and five sufferings in the Buddhist scriptures are as if they are actually appearing at this moment. They are heading towards death, but death is not the end, but the beginning of punishment and torture for them.

The heaven and earth are roasting the furnace, and water boils the universe. The two Dharma kings and tens of thousands of lamas were rolling in the blood abyss filled with boiling water. Their screams came one after another, interlaced into the most miserable tragedy in the world. The poisonous fire burned beneath the entire furnace, forming convective waves surged, sinking, and rising again. They were floating in such a torrent. Looking at the past, the bones were full of sorrow and the abyss was full of sorrow, while the young man standing in the middle of the blood abyss just sneered.

He is willing to treat those who have helped him well, and is willing to give a little mercy to those weak people who have nothing to do with him, but he does not mind the cruelest way to deal with those who dare to go against him, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Princess Miaoshan and the little black cat floated beside him, looking at everything in shock. At this moment, they were more speechless. They were in the boundless purgatory, but were protected by mysterious power, which made them feel glad. All the vents of Ksitigarbha at the top of the Blood Abyss had been closed at some point, and the boiling water was boiled into steam, and it accumulated wildly between the huge furnace and cauldron, which made them know that all this was not over, or even just a beginning.

To the south of Tibet, there is a high mountain, the name of the mountain is called Sarva. In the Buddhist sutra, Sarva means a great man, a saint, and a genius, which refers to a great bodhisattva who practices for a long time and enters the holy position.

Mount Sattva is located in Tibet, together with Mount Sangye Monastery and Mount Guangming, and its unique secret method is called "Vajrasattva". Its practice is Vajra Hand and Vajra Secret. For this reason, the Lord of each generation of Mount Sattva is also respectfully called Vajra Secret Master.

The Vajra Secret Lord of this generation, named Safuhe, is already extremely old.

At this time, Sha Fuhe was in a very bad mood. Although he was one of the three Dharma Kings in Tibet and had a supreme position in Tibet, he was old and tried all means to extend his life. For this reason, he even secretly practiced magic skills and adopted the true yin of many Tibetan girls, which was called "the dual movement of color and emptiness".

Of course he knew that Samye Monastery and Guangming Mountain had taken advantage of the unseen changes in China for thousands of years to collude with the barbarians and want to strengthen their power. If he was in his prime, he would undoubtedly participate. But now, he was more concerned about how long he could live. When he thought that when he died, all his glory and wealth would disappear, he felt upset.

He has never believed in the reincarnation words used to deceive those foolish people. If good is really rewarded with good and evil, he does not think that he will have much good reward in his next life. He originally thought that he had enjoyed it for a lifetime and had nothing to be afraid of. Unexpectedly, the more he was old, the more he was afraid of death.

He could even realize that when his disciples looked at him, he wished he could die immediately to clear obstacles for their superiors. They looked at him like they were looking at the dead man about to step into the luxurious tomb, which made him even more irritable.

But today, he didn't even have time to care about his own life span, because something incredible happened in the back mountain of Mount Sattva. It was originally one of the vents of Ksitigarbha in the Blood Abyss, but was forcibly suppressed by the Vajra Secret Masters of all dynasties with Dharma arrays. However, today, the vents of the Abyss actually appeared again, as if the hostility in the Blood Abyss suddenly expanded so that even the many vents of Ksitigarbha were difficult to vent.

If it were just like this, it would be fine. After all, the prohibitions and magic arrays of Mount Sattah are still in effect. However, after the resentment spreads, mysterious nectar gushed out from the vent.

Safuga was supported by someone to the back mountain, looking at the visions that happened in surprise. Around him, tens of thousands of lamas from Sattah Mountain unknowingly surrounded them, watching these mysterious clear water. The water vapor surged, penetrated into the void, and spread to all sides. It was already winter, and it was deserted everywhere. Suddenly, it was like spring suddenly, green patches emerged from the soil, and flowers bloomed. The water vapor penetrated into Satoga's skin. When he stood up, he felt that his whole body was full of vitality, as if he had suddenly become much younger.

"The Buddha has appeared! The Buddha has appeared!" the disciples shouted excitedly.

However, Safuhe looked at these extremely pure Tianshui. He didn't know when, as one of the three most authoritative Dharma Kings in Tibetan Buddhism, he had long stopped believing in Buddha and Bodhisattva. But at this moment, even he began to wonder whether it was the Buddha who appeared?

The mountains were covered with greenery, and the flowers and plants spread far away under the influence of the mysterious dew, making the entire Sattah Mountain change from winter to spring in an instant. Even in spring, Sattah Mountain has never been as colorful as before. But soon, the abyss mouth was closed again and the sky stopped gushing out. However, for some reason, the surface of the earth became hotter and hotter, just like a fire dragon swaying its huge body under the ground of Sattah Mountain. The ice and snow on the top of the peak began to melt, and the ground began to rise and fall like a green blanket.

What is this? Satoshi looked at the vision in front of him incomprehensible, something was wrong. The relics in his body made a subtle sense. He used the power of Buddha to rush into the ground, and then his face changed drastically, and he retreated desperately.
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