Chapter 2842 Chapter 2841 Ming Evil Death
The flying snowflakes intercepted one of the stone Buddhas, and a woman in light purple palace clothes exuded an enchanting aura, walking lightly on her lotus feet, stepping into the void.
"Surrounding one on all sides, we can win without force. Lu Xiaotian, I will block one for you."
"Snow Fairy! The Buddha Sect and the Snow Feng Sect have always been in harmony with each other. , Why are you helping Zhou to abuse him?" Kong E shouted loudly while fighting with Xiang Qingcheng. The opponent's force camp has grown stronger again and again. Not to mention the addition of the Sky Devouring Ghost Ant Group, Dan Bing from the Yuqing Immortal Palace and Dongfang Yi from the Snow Wind Holy Sect have intervened one after another.
At present, the four stone Buddhas are enough to suppress Lu Xiaotian with some time. However, after Dongfang Yi intervenes, with the three stone Buddhas, the situation is probably even at best. The whole war situation is very important to the Buddha Sect. As a matter of fact, it has slipped into an uncontrollable abyss.
"There is no need for you to dictate what I do, this holy son. The days when the Buddha Sect was so powerful are bound to be gone forever. You should just worry about your own situation." Dongfang Yi snorted coldly, and the unyielding holy snow fluttered in the sky, The wind and snow gathered around and turned into a huge snow wheel, crushing towards one of the stone Buddhas.
Xiang Qingcheng was relieved at this time. She also felt a sense of déjà vu when she saw Dongfang Yi. Anyone who dared to take action with the Buddha Sect at this time would definitely have a close relationship with Lu Xiaotian. But no matter what, Dongfang Yi's joining has completely changed the situation in Chiyue Desert.
As expected, just after Xiang Qingcheng’s idea came up, Lu Xiaotian rose from the ground. He looked a little injured, but for Lu Xiaotian’s extremely powerful physique, such trauma had no impact. big.
“It seems that luck is still on my side.” Lu Xiaotian’s clothes shook slightly, and the dust left his body. Although his clothes are torn, he is in control of the general trend, and his stern aura does not need to be deliberately announced, but no one can ignore it.
"The Buddha is with our sect. Existence is suffering. Go to the ultimate bliss, Amitabha!" There is no anger in the tone of the five stone Buddhas, but there is a hint of endless sadness.
"Everyone has the right to choose, and so does the sect. If ordinary monks make the wrong choice, it will lead to the death of the body and the disappearance of the Tao, and the same is true for the Buddha Sect. If it really exists, it will be suffering, and it will last for a long time, and the Buddha Sect will Why should we maintain the inheritance for so many years? The so-called words of bliss are just words of self-deception that cannot change the present."
Lu. Xiaotian shook his head, held up his palm, and Fang Tian's painted halberd flew towards the remaining three stone Buddhas, "I have already tried your power of subduing the tiger, you should also try the weight of this mountain and river!"
Lu Xiaotian finished speaking, and the Fangtian painted halberd flew into the sky above the three stone Buddhas, turned into a majestic mountain, a turbulent river, and fell from the tops of the three stone Buddhas. Among the wild mountains and rivers, there is an image of dragons and tigers leaping, hundreds of beasts contending, and hundreds of birds flying!
"Amitabha! If you listen to the Tao in the morning, you may die in the evening. Being able to see the infinite meaning of mountains and rivers before falling silent is also the compassion of the Buddha." The three stone Buddhas have neither joy nor sorrow, and each stands empty. Empty, hold up one palm flatly.
Buzz - The two collided. At this time, Fang Tian's painted halberd was born out of the Eight Styles of the Great Wilderness. But it is no longer a simple magic weapon used for physical cultivation. At Lu Xiaotian's level, with no skills to rely on and no way forward to follow, his spiritual consciousness has begun to understand the laws of heaven and earth. When refining this Fangtian Painted Halberd, he had unconsciously incorporated his own artistic conception into it.
Moo Ma Om... The seven-level pagoda dharma body Lu Xiaotian appeared one after another and fell into the mountains and rivers, making the mountains and rivers transformed by Fangtian's painted halberd sink again. At this time, Lu Xiaotian almost used both dharma bodies and bodies and merged into one.
Although the three stone Buddhas are transformed from the Soul Crystal of Ten Thousand Buddhas, they know all the Buddhist dharma and have more magical powers than Lu Xiaotianhui. However, the "Maha Buddhani Sutra" practiced by Lu Xiaotian directly points to the origin of Buddhist practices. Different paths lead to the same goal, and thousands of practices converge into one. By now, they have already understood the magical powers of both sides. Now it is a battle between the two sides in terms of their background and artistic conception. When it comes to the foundation, Lu Xiaotian is naturally inferior. When it comes to artistic conception, he is already above the three stone Buddhas. Combined with Lu Xiaotian's dual cultivation of law and body, his recovery speed is much faster than that of monks of the same level, but the Ten Thousand Buddha Soul Crystals in the three stone Buddhas are being consumed more and more. Between an increase and a decrease, the situation has become clear.
Compared to the main Buddhist sect, the fierce battle between Broken Arm and Ming Evil, the Thirty-six Bronze Man Tiangang Demon-Conquering Formation has come to an end. At this time, the three-headed and six-armed flaming man transformed from the broken arm in the void is still there. The golden crow in the sun has receded, but the low-level monks are lying dead and wounded. The bodies of the thirty-six bronze men are already covered with large and small cracks. Within the cracks, there is a faint trace of The light of fire loomed.
Ming E's body has been burned with several black scars, and his body is shaking slightly in the void.
"In my early days, I was a poor monk who was addicted to war. After I advanced to Mahayana, I realized something, and my desire to fight has subsided a lot. It's just that the killings I committed in the past were very serious, but they can no longer be made up for. I had known that there would be karmic retribution. , it’s good to be able to die in the hands of King Lu Dan.”
Ming E put his hands together, but his hands were slightly trembling. Compared with his calm expression, his movements were obviously no longer what he felt in his heart. General meditation. After being burned by the formless mysterious fire, one can use the ability to discern evil. Although one can endure the pain of the formless mysterious fire burning the body, it cannot completely calm down the body's reaction.
"Stop it now and leave on your own." The flame of humanity transformed from the broken arm. This time, the Buddha Sect has some connections with the people behind the sword. Lu Xiaotian will not sit still and wait for death, but the Buddha Sect also has real people. There are many people who worship Buddha, and knowing evil is one of them. After all, the foundation of Ming Evil was too shallow. He had already been injured before the Thirty-six Bronze Men arrived. Now he was defeated. It was not a crime of war, but because he took into account the casualties of low-level monks caused by the battle between the two sides and diverted some energy. .
"The sect has been destroyed, where can we go." Ming E glanced at the dead and injured pillows, and sighed quietly at the devastated Buddhist branch temple. Lightning light loomed on his body again, and in the hands of the thirty-six bronze men The monk's stick waved like a forest again.
The flame man frowned slightly, and with his three heads and six arms, he turned into a punch and struck Ming Evil. The huge fist shadow covered Ming Evil and the thirty-six bronze men in the void.
Boom boom boom... Among the thirty-six bronze figures, some of them were seriously injured. A burst of fire burst out from the cracks in their bodies, making a violent explosion sound. They fell headfirst and fell from the void.
The fist seal sank into Ming'e's body, and Ming'e's body flew back, slowly falling to the top of a mountain and sitting down cross-legged.
“Amitabha, the formless mysterious fire can reach such a state in the hands of King Lu Dan. The defeat of the poor monk and the Thirty-six Bronze Man in the hands of King Lu Dan is a glorious defeat.”
The Thirty-six Bronze Men were partially destroyed. Once the formation was broken, the threat it could pose was extremely limited. The three-headed and six-armed flame man in the void retracted and turned into a severed arm again.
Looking at Ming E who had run out of gas, Broken Arm sighed slightly. Originally, he and Ming E were very good friends. In the end, it ended up like this.
(End of this chapter)