Valkyrie

Chapter 382 Three Thousand Xuanyuan Qi Appeared

Just now, Blood God Hou smashed the golden Buddha Gang with a spear.The Amitabha Buddha before he died with Cisheng's cry was like an ancient Sanskrit song, which caused drastic changes in the mysterious sea of ​​Linhuang.

A radiant Buddha's light swept out from the body, forming a new Buddha Gang to protect everyone.

Back then, Lin Huang had obtained two relics of the Buddha God.

Every Buddha and God relic contains a heavenly Shura.And Lin Huang clearly remembered that when he activated his martial soul, the relic turned into an ancient Buddha's light and melted his mysterious sea barrier.

Then the Buddha's light condensed into his new mysterious sea barrier.

Lin Huang never paid attention to this matter until now.The relics of the Buddha and the gods containing the heavenly Shura have not disappeared.

Instead, it became his own mysterious sea barrier.

In the blood lake, Lin Huang looked at the piece of Buddha Gang above his head with a surprised expression.He didn't understand what kind of Buddhist power was contained in this piece of Buddha, but he could sense a thing or two from Ci Sheng's amazed eyes.

bang.

boom.

When Lin Huang was in a daze, the Blood God Marquis reacted.Holding a blood-stained spear in his hand, he charged at Fo Gang again.

In the lake of blood, clanging sounds continued, and under the attack of the blood-stained spear, the Buddha Gang around Lin Huang trembled again, with a trace of cracks appearing.

Ci Sheng frowned, then stared at Lin Huang seriously, and said hoarsely: "Please benefactor, please recite the Dharma with the poor monk!"

After finishing speaking, Ci Sheng spoke again, and the hoarse and hoarse voice sounded like an ancient bell in the Buddha's assemblage:

"Nanwu, Sanmando, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!"

In the Buddha Gang, Lin Huang echoed Ci Sheng's voice:
South no.

Sanmando.

Fa Zheluo.

blush.

Including.

As soon as Lin Huang's words fell, the Buddha's light all over his body became brighter and brighter, and the cracked Buddha Gang also shook, and it healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Outside Fogang, Blood God Hou's complexion changed, and then his murderous intent increased, and he kept attacking Fogang with spears in his hands.

"Nanwu, Sanmando, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!"

"Nanwu, Sanmando, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!"

……

Inside the Buddha Gang, Lin Huang recited the Buddha loudly, like the sound of ancient bells and chimes, clearing the sky up and down.

Even though the bloody spear was invincible in attacking and killing, the golden Buddha Gang blocked the attacks of the Blood God Hou time and time again.

The Buddha Gang is full of cracks, but it is cracked but not broken!
In the void, Blood God Marquis became more ferocious, staring at Lin Huang below him, showing his murderous intent.The roar of the spear in his hand filled the sky and the earth, making people terrified.

Ci Sheng's expression changed slightly, he looked worried at the blood condensed on the spear.

Although Lin Huang has the power of the Holy Buddha, the strength of the latter is too weak after all, and he is not a Buddhist. It is difficult to exert [-]% of the power of the Holy Buddha. I am afraid it will be difficult to block the killing shot of the Blood God Hou .

At this moment, Lu Han in the Buddha's Gang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as clear as lightning, instead of the dullness and shyness of the past, they were full of domineering and contempt.

I saw Lu Han flicking his fingers, and the burning golden flames at his fingertips danced and turned into thousands of streams of light, sinking into the forest of three thousand steles.

hum.

Hey.

buzzing...

In the blood lake, the Forest of Three Thousand Steles suddenly shook.In just a few breaths, the big characters on the back of the three thousand ancient monuments flowed out a golden brilliance reaching the sky, illuminating the world.

Blood God Hou's complexion changed, and he turned his head to scan the Forest of Three Thousand Steles.

At this moment, the sky and the earth are turbulent.

Just as the blood wave swept across, figures suddenly appeared in the three thousand ancient steles that had been silent for 200 years.

"Who is here, calling our remnants?"

In the figure that manifested, someone rebuked and asked.

In the Buddha Gang, Lin Huang raised his head.

I saw a remnant soul appearing on the broken and blood-soaked ancient stele.Dressed in plain white, holding the flag of the Xuanyuan Clan in one hand and a white tasseled spear in the other!
Those figures were all heroic and powerful, like a long spear standing under the sky, majestic and majestic but would rather bend than bend.

There is an old man with white hair and a gun!
There is a middle-aged man with a beautiful beard and a domineering look, coming down the mountain like a tiger.

There are women who are heroic and heroic.

There is a young Jianjia whose gun is taller than a person.

There are drooping old women, green young girls, and heroic youths...

A full 3000 people.

Three thousand immortal souls.

Three thousand Xuanyuan people in white clothes.

Three thousand flags of the Xuanyuan clan.

From the moment they manifested the world, the surging blood lake was instantly calm.

The sky full of bloody smell was swept away by the righteousness of the world.

The invincible will condensed by those 3000 people actually made the Blood God Hou's complexion extremely solemn, and strong fear appeared on his long and narrow face.

Looking at those three thousand lonely souls and those three thousand Xuanyuan clansmen, Lin Huang's heart felt sour for no reason, and his blood boiled!

cough cough...

In the golden buddha, Lu Han coughed weakly, but stared blankly at the three thousand white clothes in front of him, a vast expanse of whiteness, full of loneliness and bleakness.

The flag of the Xuanyuan clan fluttered without wind, flying fiercely, but it was soaked in the suffering of the Xuanyuan clan.

For some reason, this young man who used to look dull and never regarded himself as a descendant of the Xuanyuan clan, and vowed to kill Xuanyuan Tibing suddenly burst into tears, and there seemed to be endless grief and indignation in his heart that was difficult to express.

Looking at the three thousand remnant souls, he wanted to raise his head to the sky and howl, he wanted to cry out in grief and indignation.

Puff.

In the golden Buddha circle, Lu Han knelt down on both knees, seeing the three thousand remnants of Xuanyuan, and shouted loudly: "Xuanyuan Han, the third generation of unworthy descendants of Xuanyuan's No. 30, pay respects to all ancestors!"

As Lu Han finished speaking, the countless remnant souls on the forest of three thousand steles all looked away and landed on Lu Han.

"Since it's my son, Xuanyuan, where did the tears come from?"

Among the three thousand remnant souls, the leader Xuanyuan Xiao stepped across the sky, looked at Lu Han in the Buddha Gang, and reprimanded him with a serious and sharp expression.

In the golden Buddha circle, Lu Han gritted his teeth and stood up, wiping the tears off his face, "Follow the teachings of our ancestors!"

"Wake up our remnant souls, what is the so-called? Could it be that Ye Wuchan's old bald donkey is dead, and the eighth prison of Yinyang Valley will be broken?"

Xuanyuan Xiao waved the flag of the Xuanyuan clan, glanced past the Blood God Marquis, and asked Lu Han with frowned eyebrows.

In the golden Buddha Gang, Lu Han's face froze, and then respectfully said: "The seven restraints of the Yin-Yang Valley are broken, and the Yin-Yang Valley is about to be born. The soul of the Wuxiang ancestor returned to heaven and earth, and Ye Wuchan died. Xuanyuanhan is incompetent, and it is difficult to kill the blood god Hou, burn your fingers to awaken the heroic spirits of the ancestors, and I hope you ancestors will help me!"

Ok?
Under the sky, everyone in the Xuanyuan clan frowned.Then he set his sights on the Blood God Marquis.

Three thousand gazes, like three thousand long spears, shot at Blood God Hou, causing the latter's expression to change, and he felt a terrible pressure.

"Blood Spirit Hall, the ghost is really lingering!"

Xuanyuan Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the gloomy Blood God Hou with a sneer on his face.

"My Blood Spirit Palace is prosperous for thousands of years, how can your Xuanyuan family be able to compete? You are only three thousand remnant souls, how can you be Nai Benhou?"

On the blood lake, the Blood God Hou suppressed the panic in his heart, pretending to be calm and smiled.As soon as the words fell, the surging blood lake stood behind the Blood God Hou with a bang, forming a blood-colored waterfall hanging from the sky and the earth.

"Three thousand remnants?"

Xuanyuan Xiao raised his eyebrows, repeated the words of the Blood God Marquis, then turned his head and glanced at the [-] clansmen around him, the flag of the Xuanyuan clan in his hand flew up and tore at some point, and an old voice resounded from the sky and the earth:
"Is it?"

(End of this chapter)