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Chapter 389 Overwhelming the Vajra Formation!The gap between the two sides is too great!
The boundless Buddha's light, seemingly soft and sacred, is tolerant to thousands of things, encompasses everything, and even saves all living beings.

But Guanghui carried an irresistible will.

It contains a great majesty that cannot be desecrated and cannot be disobeyed, as if the sky is shattered, the earth collapses, and it carries an absolute deterrent force.

Mu Yan was in it, looking extremely small, as if he was being held in his hands.

"Come on!" Mu Yan slowly floated up.

He also had to do this, because there was no longer an inch of land shrouded by the Holy Wheel Buddha light.

The broken gravel pierced through the air like rocks, stirring in the air.

Behind Mu Yan, the void was torn apart, and a huge vortex emerged.

A tyrannical and savage breath roared out.

It's like the gates of hell are opening.

A dark spear more than three meters long slowly emerged from the vortex.

The whole body has a metallic texture, and every inch exudes the terrifying power of the underworld.

Even if the god of the underworld came in person, there was no such astonishing momentum.

"The Spear of the Underworld God!"

Mu Yan opened his mouth coldly, the indifference in his eyes was no longer there, replaced by a piercing extreme cold that pierced the world.

The moment this terrifying and peerless spear appeared, it caused the world to change, the space swayed, and the dark wind howled.

Whether it was the monks in the temple or the members of the Lan Ba ​​Sect, their expressions changed greatly upon seeing this scene.

Mu Yan's aura was like a fairy, but when he made a move, it was such an evil weapon, as if it was a combination of immortals and demons, bringing a huge impact.

Even the calm Zong Hui frowned at this moment.

He had never seen such an evil weapon, but his expression became more dignified.

The holy wheel issued a louder and more solemn Buddhist sound, which was about to be suppressed.

At this time, Mu Yan grasped the Spear of the Underworld God with one hand.

At this moment, the spear of the god of the underworld flashed with black light, and the dark aura rolled up like waves, stirring the heaven and the earth.

Mu Yan's long hair was fluttering, with pieces flying around his forehead, showing a sense of unruliness.

It's just that with the fierce spear in his hand, he actually has a hint of madness and evil charm at this moment, and he has a different temperament.

"Go!"

Mu Yan hurled the Hades Spear towards the sky.

Immediately, the spear made a sound of crying and howling, as if mixed with countless resentments, it rushed forward with all the mighty power of Jiuyou Hell.

Wherever it passed, the sky and the earth shook, energy was lost, and everything withered.

The spear of Hades brings death and decay, which cannot be endured by any substance.

boom!
The holy wheel was hit hard by the spear of Hades, and the originally holy and bright light suddenly dimmed.

"Not good!" Zong Hui was shocked, he clasped his hands together, and in the next moment, there was an unsurpassed scripture recited from his mouth.

The holy wheel is unparalleled, and it bursts out immeasurable Buddha light, which affects the wind and clouds in all directions.

But how could the Spear of Hades show weakness?

The power of the underworld it exudes is even more majestic, and the dark light dyes the entire sky.

Looking up, he saw that the sky was plunged into darkness.

Taking the Spear of Hades as the starting point, it seems to be dragging a long river, and the black light flickers in it, just like the waves in the river are ups and downs.

It seems that the river of the underworld appeared in the world.

After countless people saw it, they only felt flustered and fearful, as if their lives would be taken away by the other party at any time.

Just hear a click.

The dark light of the Spear of Hades was overwhelming, and the surging darkness devoured everything, charging forward with the ultimate penetrating power.

The Buddha's light was directly annihilated, and the holy wheel was pierced.

what?
Everyone was shocked.

I didn't expect the winner to be decided so quickly.

Originally thought it was an anxious battle between Buddha and demons.

It seems that Mu Yan's strength is far beyond everyone's imagination.

"puff!"

Zong Hui spit out a mouthful of blood directly, his breath a little weak.

Seeing the abbot like this, many monks showed sadness on their faces.

"Abbot, it's okay." The three chiefs rushed to support Zong Hui.

Zong Hui's long beard was stained with blood, and he looked very weak.

"I am the abbot of Daleiyin Temple, I cannot fall down." Zong Hui waved his hands and straightened his back again.

At this moment, the old monk still did not flinch.

The monks were moved in their hearts, they are now angry at themselves for not fighting.

Even everyone in the Lan Ba ​​Sect admired Zong Hui.

Zhao Tianchen also nodded secretly, this abbot is also strong.

It's a pity that the positions are different, and there will be a winner after all.

"Buddhist Great Vajra Formation!"

Zong Hui slowly closed his eyes, and uttered a loud song that shocked the world.

A brighter Buddha light came from behind him.

At this time, Zong Hui was like a great sun, shining brightly across the sky.

And behind him, countless Vajra Buddha Soldiers and King Ming Protectors appeared. Although they were all phantoms, their coercion was overwhelming.

These phantoms almost condensed into reality, forming a terrifying big magic circle, mighty and mighty, covering the sky and the sun.

At first glance, it looks like a heavenly soldier descending from heaven, and the scene is extremely magnificent.

"What is that?" Lan Bazong and the others were dumbfounded.

They have never seen such a formation, and they have summoned a group of divine soldiers with their own strength.

Donghuang's martial arts are really broad and profound.

On the other side, the monks also had shock in their eyes.

It was the first time for most of them to meet this powerful magic circle.

I didn't expect to bring such a big visual impact.

Mu Yan took a deep look at Zong Hui.

At this time, the old monk was as holy as the Buddha alive.

Only one who is so proficient in the Dharma of Second Principle can use such a powerful method.

Zong Hui is indeed the strongest Mu Yan has seen in Donghuang.

"Master, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn around and stay on the shore."

"If you take back your slander against the temple, I can let you go."

"Otherwise, don't blame the old monk for being merciless."

Zong Hui slowly opened his eyes, and there was a burst of divine light in them.

At this moment, his aura rushed to the peak.

No matter how strong Mu Yan was before, it seems that he is not as good as the other party this time.

Zong Hui already has the chance to win.

Behind him, all the monks had the same idea.

This time, Mu Yan will surely lose!

However, Mu Yan said with a smile: "The master said very early, but it is not enough to force out my full strength."

what?
As soon as this remark came out, the audience caused a sensation.

The expressions of countless monks changed drastically.

Even if they are very good at nourishing qi, and each of them has been indifferent to the world for many years, they can't bear it now.

"Young man, you are too arrogant!"

"Our abbot, Daleiyin Temple No.1, a veteran figure, how could we lose to you?"

"Could it be that you think you can still win?"

With anger in their eyes, they scolded Mu Yan.

It's a pity that Mu Yan didn't take it seriously at all.

On the Lan Bazong's side, everyone's expressions were not too turbulent.

Because they trust Mu Yan very much, this trust comes from the soul.

"That's the end of the conversation, let's see the real chapter!" Zong Hui's eyes burst into lightning, and his power surged wildly.

The countless Vajra King Ming behind him, like a huge net covering everything, rushed towards Mu Yan.

This golden wave is mighty and irresistible.

Compared with him, Mu Yan's figure was extremely small.

This scene is like seeing an ordinary person standing on the beach, where the sea meets the sky, and a [-]-meter tsunami sweeps in.

The scene is shocking!

No one thought that this ordinary person would survive the engulfing of the tsunami.

Just like no monk would think that Mu Yan could win!
Seeing Mu Yan grabbing at the void, the space exploded.

A long golden sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

It is the long-lost Holy King Sword!

The moment he held the sword, Mu Yan's unshakable expression finally revealed a smile.

"Old man, long time no see!"

At that moment, Mu Yan's temperament changed drastically.

He raised the Holy King Sword high and swung it forward vigorously!
All of a sudden, golden ripples surged out from the sky to the ground, splitting everything like a thousand-foot light curtain.

The brilliant golden light charged away, sweeping away all evil spirits in the world.

It is even more upright and awe-inspiring than the immeasurable Buddha's light.

Even if the Vajra Grand Formation carried an inconceivably great sage, it became pale in front of this sword light.

Rumble!
The sword light flitted across the air, as if Pan Gu had opened up the world and wanted to split the world into pieces!

In almost an instant, tens of thousands of Vajra Kings were all blasted apart, their bodies were smashed into pieces, and they turned into specks of starlight, disappearing under the light and shadow of this sword.

This scene is undoubtedly shocking.

It was as if fireworks exploded one after another in the air, and the golden light splashed everywhere, unparalleled.

Explosions, cutting sounds, roaring sounds, one after another.

Everyone's eardrums received shocks one after another.

The glare was so dazzling that they were even temporarily blinded.

Don't know how long it lasted.

The entire sky was suddenly clean, whether it was the tide of Vajra Buddha soldiers or the peerless sword light that divided the world, they all disappeared.

But the shock they caused lingered in everyone's heart and couldn't get rid of it.

Zong Hui's eyes were dull, staring at the sky in a daze.

Before the war, he didn't understand where Mu Yan, a young man, had the confidence.

Why have such a strong self-confidence.

But after the war, he understood.

The gap between the two sides is really too big.

Mu Yan didn't use his real skills at all.

Even the sword of heaven and earth just now was just swung by him casually.

With such strength, it simply overwhelms everything.

Zong Hui showed a wry smile, he proclaimed a Buddha's name, and finally said very sincerely: "Master Mu, I lost."

Although it was just a sentence, it made everyone feel like they were struck by lightning.

"Failed?"

"Our abbot, is he defeated like this?"

Countless monks couldn't believe it. They rubbed their eyes vigorously, thinking it was incredible.

"We lost, we lost." The three chiefs felt cramps in their hearts.

Even in the bloody battle 70 years ago, Zong Hui led everyone to the end and was seriously injured, but he never said a word of admitting defeat.

But now, Zong Hui actually conceded defeat.

"Could it be that the Great Leiyin Temple is about to fall?" The head of the Bodhidharma hall had tears in his eyes, full of despair.

Such a seven-foot-tough man, who has escaped into Buddhism for many years, thought he would have seen through all the world's past.

But still can't help crying.

Sometimes, admitting defeat is more terrible than death.

His faith is slowly crumbling.

Zhao Tianchen has been in the palace for many years, but his mood has not changed much.

As a bystander, he knows a truth.

Win or lose!

Therefore, he could not feel the pain of those monks.

Because the world he experienced was even crueler.

Mu Yan watched all this silently, but in fact he still admired Zong Hui.

It's just that his own strength has undergone earth-shaking changes since he experienced the catastrophe.

I'm afraid that there is no one in the Eastern Wilderness that he can seriously deal with.

Maybe... also.

Mu Yan suddenly felt an invincible loneliness.

"Master Abbot, since I have won, please allow me to thoroughly investigate your temple!"

"Everyone must not stop!"

His voice was irresistible, and he spoke directly.

Zong Hui's shoulders trembled slightly.

The Wannian Temple was searched wantonly like this?

Moreover, he also needs to be crowned with the notoriety of being in the same class as demons?
Simply a shame.

Unfortunately, the outcome has been divided.

As the abbot, he just swallowed the pain in his mouth.

The rest of the monks stood behind the abbot with grief and anger on their faces.

There is nothing they can do.

Not even the abbot is an opponent, so are you going to rush forward and fight Mu Yan to the death?

"Master Mu, this temple has absolutely never been in company with evil spirits."

"I hope that after your search, you can restore Da Leiyin Temple's innocence."

Zong Hui clasped his hands together and said sincerely.

Mu Yan nodded: "Naturally."

"70 years! For 70 years, I finally broke through the Holy Master and reached the legendary realm of power!"

Suddenly, an incomparable Buddhist voice came from the depths of Daleiyin Temple, resounding through the heaven and earth with extreme shock.

Everyone raised their heads, feeling a sense of panic at the same time.

It's like being a low-level creature, facing the overlord at the top of the food chain.

This is a level of suppression!
Even the sound carried a great sense of oppression.

"Who?"

"who is it?"

"What level is the Great Energy Realm?"

Countless people questioned.

Only Mu Yan squinted his eyes slightly, as if he had sensed something.

Zong Hui said directly: "The sound came from the scripture storage pavilion in this temple."

He was also very puzzled as to who the speaker was.

It stands to reason that the Taoist old monks in this temple have already passed away one by one.

The realm of power, in this Tianqi Dynasty, is like a legend.

Thinking of this, he felt a little urgent.

"Let's go and have a look." Mu Yan said lightly.

Zong Hui nodded.

They led a group of people towards the scripture storage pavilion.

Soon, this rumored building that accommodates countless Buddhist secret scriptures came into view.

Everyone looked over, and there was no one around, only a young monk in plain monk clothes.

The young monk was extremely handsome and looked very young, about eighteen or nineteen years old.

But I saw him holding an old broom and cleaning the fallen leaves under the tree.

"Where is the person who spoke just now?" Zong Hui asked.

He saw that the little monk looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Only then did the little monk stop sweeping the floor, and he raised his head. Although his eyes were clear and pure, they were extremely profound.

"Abbot, I have been cleaning the Sutra Pavilion for so many years, where else is there?" He smiled innocently.

It's just that Mu Yan looked at the little monk with something intriguing.

Zong Hui snorted, and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Return to the abbot, my name is Yunhai."

"This dharma name was given to me by you when I first entered the temple."

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, you are a little forgetful."

The little monk smiled.

Suddenly, the head of the Bodhidharma hall was shocked: "Are you the sea of ​​clouds?"

"I remembered, you entered the temple 70 years ago."

"But, 70 years have passed, why are you still so young?"

(End of this chapter)