high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 417 The Head of the Gods

The pure light of colored glaze submerges the sea of ​​clouds, the pure land spreads, and lotus flowers are everywhere.

The two vast, seemingly infinite golden Buddhas face each other far away across the sky. The brilliance that shines all over the sky is scattered, filling everything that should be invisible, as if rendering the entire void into a solemn Buddhist pure land.

Amitabha--

Infinite light, immeasurable life, immeasurable virtue, immeasurable wisdom, immeasurable merit, immeasurable action, immeasurable wisdom, immeasurable compassion!

The momentum of the two golden Buddhas crushed and collided with each other, confronting each other, pieces of solemn pure lands manifested by spirits were born and died, and after they died, they were born again, and the rays of light flew fiercely, like rain.

Beside the Buddha's Dharma, countless monks also faced each other, with dignified expressions and extremely solemn faces.

All the winds and clouds in the ten directions are moving! ! !

This is a strong confrontation between humane venerables, like a needle point facing a wheat awn, its power is beyond imagination!

"There are two Buddhist veins in the world, and two Zen schools in the north and the south."

Looking at the battle from a distance, an old man with a golden lamp hanging above his head sighed with regret.

He is an elder of the Xu clan in Gaoling, and even a great monk in the fifth realm. As a powerful person, he naturally knows many secrets.

"Since the fall of Qi and the collapse of the Leiyin Temple, these two lines have become enemies of life and death..."

The elders of the Xu clan looked in awe at the two huge statues of Buddha, who almost stretched across the sky and sea, and were filled with emotion:

"Now, it's finally time to match!"

In the void, the sound of Zen was loud, and the smallpox was blooming randomly. At the same time as the two golden Buddhas confronted each other, the situation in the ten states was stirred up.

Countless people came from far away, and I don't know how many powerful people watched the battle here silently, the clans of the Three Kingdoms, the heroes of the Holy Land, the clan elders of the twelve rich families...

Different dynasties, different sects and great sects, these giants and venerables who are rarely seen in ordinary times, are almost all gathered here at this moment, waiting with bated breath!

"Ci Zai! What a decision!"

The abbot's eyes were extremely gloomy. He looked at the ancient blue Buddha standing on a black dragon in the distance, solemnly liberated, and sneered:

"Sacrificing all the evil dragon skins, are you determined to seek death?!"

"Brother, why bother to talk too much, a Dharma Master who has cultivated the Six God Transformation, no matter what, you can't let him live, and the poor monk will try his best to stop you."

The cyan ancient Buddha smiled complacently. Following this chuckle, the mighty black dragon under his feet also slowly walked across the sky and uttered a long chant.

The rays of the sun soared into the sky in an instant, and the auspicious colors were everywhere, just like the sacred dragon body made of fairy gold. Its brilliance soared into the sky with majesty, piercing through the mountains and rivers, almost filling the entire sky.

Evil dragon skin!

The abbot's face was ugly.

Facing this ancient Leiyin Temple era, it was refined from the corpse of a real dragon, and it was not inferior to a real weapon. Even if he had practiced the "Tuojia Xiang" to perfection, he could not easily match it.

"Senior brother, your mirror of ten hearts and the golden body of Arhat can't beat the real dragon treasure in my hand."

Cizai, who had transformed into an ancient blue Buddha, looked calm:

"Do you still remember, when you and I were not yet enlightened, the poor monk personally sacrificed the evil dragon skin and killed Zihong who had cultivated Fate Mastery."

"It seems that this monk Zihong..." Ci Zai smiled slightly: "Is he still a relative of senior brother?"

"presumptuous!"

"Shut up!"

"The lunatic should be punished!!!"

The venerables of King Kong Temple all changed their colors, and they all shouted and cursed, extremely furious.

This is an old event in the King Kong Temple, and it is also a dusty old creation, no one dares to mention it.

Today, Ci Zai revealed this secret story nakedly, which is undoubtedly to remove the old scars, and to slash the new creation again, bloody.

Facing the thunderous shouts of many King Kong Temple venerables, Ci Zai still smiled unabated. He looked at the gloomy abbot and spoke slowly.

"I know, senior brother, you have already punished Guanghui to the Ten Confusion Prison to punish him for the crimes he concealed, but here, I would like to say something nice for him..."

"In the King Kong Temple, the poor monk has indeed made arrangements."

Seeing the abbot whose expression finally changed drastically, Ci Zai's smile became more and more mocking:

"Brother, try to think about it."

"It's hard to come back from a desperate situation, and wait until the sect comes."

"It turned out that the elder he thought of as the elder of the Vajra Temple was actually the venerable of my Landa Temple all along."

"at this time--"

"How should an ignorant monk visualize?"

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Lotus market.

black sea.

It was desolate, and the majestic palace towered like a giant's palace on the sea, and with the swaying of the pitch-black water waves, it slightly reflected the fine rune light.

Everything in front of me is extremely tall, exuding a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, unsinkable rubble and mountainous ruins are everywhere on the sea, desolate and dilapidated, lifeless.

Bang!

Wuming pointed to a sword and cut off the roots of a huge lotus flower in the air. The lotus flower spirit on the small mountain wailed, and was caught by Taoist Feixuan's compass just as he was about to escape.

But after a few breaths of effort, as the flames of the compass exploded, the lotus was quickly burned into ashes and completely wiped away.

"Damn it." Taoist Feixuan withdrew his compass and panted heavily, "How come there are more and more ghostly lotus flowers as we go in, can't we kill them all?"

It has been half a month since they entered the Lotus Market, and along the way, they have been intercepted and killed by four or five waves one after another.

Among them, the most dangerous one was when the three venerables of Landa Monastery were dispatched together, and the mountain range where they were hiding was blown away, and the whole land sank for a hundred miles.

If it wasn't for ignorance to move the void with magical powers, I'm afraid that everyone will be crushed by the vast real energy, and their flesh and blood will be turned into mud.

But also because of this psychic power, ignorance, etc. deviated from the original direction, completely diametrically opposed.

The field in the Lotus Market is chaotic, and often a step away is a thousand miles away. After several days of resetting the anchor position, and almost straying into a desperate situation, I finally found the way to the palace again.

"Crossing this black sea is the direction of the palace."

From the palm of Wuming, a silver celestial dagger flew out, splitting another incoming lotus spirit into two pieces, and the blood rained heavily.

"I have sent a message to Elder Ran Geng and Elder Ran Qing using the secret method..." Wuming rarely showed a trace of relief: "When they arrive, everything will be safe."

Ran Geng——

Mr. Gongyang on the side looked shocked, apparently startled.

"Is that Elder Ran Geng the head of the Bodhi Court?" He asked, "The divine monk who edited "Wen Hai" in Yedu?"

"Exactly."

"The next Southern Zen master actually came to the Lotus Market in person." Mr. Gongyang breathed a sigh of relief, and his heartstrings that had been tense were finally loosened:

"With his sky-reaching cultivation base, he must be worry-free..."

puff!

A root with the size of a beam protruded suddenly, stabbing a knight of the Yan family like a spear, but was stopped by Pang Qing very quickly, and was crushed into a fleshy paste with his slap.

The ghosts produced by the lotus in the black sea seemed endless, rushing up one by one gradually, forming a vast tide of flowers, Wuming and others did not dare to stop, rushed out of this tide of flowers with difficulty, and escaped the situation of being attached to a heap of ants.

"Huh, huh..."

On the empty sea, Taoist Feixuan was gasping for breath. He raised his head and was about to speak, but was interrupted abruptly by a scream.

"have a look!!!"

Song Chi's body trembled like chaff, as if he saw a living ghost in the daytime, and he could hardly speak:

"Look ahead!!!"

In astonishment, everyone looked forward one after another, all terrified.

Wuming's pupils shrank violently, and he took two steps back involuntarily, his fingers trembling slightly in the monk's robe.

"god!"

Taoist Feixuan prostrated himself on the surface of the sea, almost throwing himself to the ground:

"This is the head of the god!!!"

(End of this chapter)