Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 101

Seeing that his identity was exposed, Bamian Guirong restrained him with a move, and then ran away.

Sudden changes occurred in the Buddhist domain, and when everyone was at a loss for a while, they only heard the decree passed down by the Buddha, and everything remained as usual.

.........

After successfully escaping from the Buddhist realm, the eight-faced ghost army rushed over XZ Khan Ye, trying to rush to Tunshou Xiekou.

Halfway there, I was surprised to see—

"How is it possible!"

Looking at the figure that seemed to be waiting for a long time in front of him, the eight-faced ghost Rong was stunned for a moment.

It was his temporary idea to rush to Tunshou to speak harshly, how could the other party wait for him halfway.

"When you're done being amazed, take death and confess your sins, your journey is over."

As we all know, there is a huge gap between the upper and lower limits of innateness. Even if the two are both in the realm of the beginning, the difference in accumulation can be described as cloud and mud.

"That old bald donkey of the Buddha can't make a move, and you want to keep me alone? Brother, you are too naive."

In Bamian Guirong's view, he, a senior who said he could only recuperate for a long time after the First World War on Liudao, was nothing to worry about.

The reason for fleeing earlier was to prevent that old bald donkey from Zun Buddha's dark hands, and at the same time divert the conflict so that other comrades could continue to lurk.

As for why he was exposed, he has no time to think about it now.

"Mi Tuozi swears today, three moves, if I can't finish your calamity, I will kill myself on the spot."

A fellowship that ended before it even started. After the truth is stripped away, there is an incompatible position between Buddha and ghost.

Amitabha made an oath, vowing to clean up the house on behalf of his teacher, and vowing to let the person in front of him pay for the killing karma created since the invasion of the ghost prison!

"I'm afraid the old bald donkey won't be able to wait for you to go back. Three moves, too many!"

The eight-faced ghost army removes its disguise, and its majestic and domineering posture appears for the first time.

On the boundless expanse, there is a pair of ghosts and ghosts from the descendants of the Buddha, and it is also a history that is destined to be buried.

"The first move is to abolish your Buddhist skills."

In the first move, Amitabha’s right palm was placed behind his back, his left palm was concentrated, and the moment the Buddha’s essence was activated, his five fingers were all black, and the palm was golden like the Buddha’s glory.

"Cihang Three Seals Five Profound Vajra Hands!"

The eight-faced ghost army knew that the time to practice Buddhist martial arts was too short, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to match the opponent.

"Boast! Ghost Rong Six Changes Nightmare Blood Haze!"

Extreme moves converge, the Five Profound Vajra Hands and the Sin Suppressing Scepter collide, the holy energy and the ghost energy clash to the extreme, and there is a stalemate for a while.

Suddenly, the eight-faced ghost army stepped forward to bully him, his left palm covered him with a huge force, Amitabha flipped his hands behind his back, and stood up to receive the move.

As soon as he took over the palm, good and evil were intertwined again, and the energy swayed hundreds of miles away. Just when the eight-faced ghost army was about to raise the ghost yuan again, he saw that Amitabha's right palm was the same as the left palm, with five fingers in a black shape, and the center of the palm was golden .

"This! How come!"

Buddhist martial arts requires not only practicing internal skills, but also external skills, and the core of this style of Wuxuan Vajra Hands lies in the tempering of the hands, or the palms.

Eight-faced Ghost Rong didn't react in time, only heard a click, and the left metacarpal bone shattered on the spot.

The stalemate was broken in an instant, Mi Tuozi pressed on him, and his strong palm pierced through the sea of ​​eight-faced ghosts, knocking him out.

"How is this possible?!"

Stopping the retreat, the eight-faced ghost vomited out a mouthful of bright red, and now his left hand and Buddhist skills are useless. Although the result is surprising, but without the restraint of the Buddhist skills, he can still exert all his ghost energy.

He didn't panic, after all, ghosts can be resurrected, but he was a little puzzled, shouldn't the other party be injured?Is it not a brain disease if you retreat without injury?

"The martial arts taught by the master is not very good, and my own martial arts is also crude. The second move."

Forcibly suppressing the turbulent inner breath, Amitabha son Buddha Yuan will move again, and the sound of morning bells and evening drums will be accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit singing.

I would like to take this merit, solemn Buddhist Pure Land.

Reporting the fourfold grace, the three ways of suffering.

He who witnesses it all shows empathy.

Do this for your own sake, and live together in the Kingdom of Bliss.

When fighting against evil spirits in the past, Mi Tuozi created a style of martial arts based on his own way during the long-term tug-of-war.

Take the merits and deeds, the intention of repenting with great compassion, and willing to save all sentient beings with a heart of great compassion.

However, the essence of this move is neither repentance nor repentance, but compassion, to transform the spirit of killing and violence with great compassion and compassion.

The stronger the compassion, the stronger the power of this move, but because the essence of the move is compassion, this move can hurt people but not kill.

The final name——

"Prajna Repentance!"

I saw that Amitabha turned his own righteous energy into the supreme holy energy of Buddhism, transformed into the "卍" seal, and came out with great force.

When the eight-faced ghosts saw this, the ghosts were full of luck, and the universe paled in an instant, and the evil haze overwhelmed the top, as if the mountains and rains were about to come.

"Ghost Rong Six Changes Mountain Rain Crying Mandrill!"

With a turn of the Sinning Scepter, the eight-faced ghost Rong Ji moved his hand and struck out horizontally.

The two phases collide, the Buddha and the ghost do not merge, the millennium dispute, and the turbulence of the sky and the earth change the vast terrain, and the hundred-foot-high peak rises from the ground, and then there is a loud explosion.

"Ugh—!"

The landslide collapsed, and the eight-faced ghost army flew upside down with blood spattered three feet, already defeated.

"The third trick, complete your calamity!"

Without waiting for the eight-faced ghost to react, Amitabha raised his benevolent eyebrows, held the Dharma seal in his hand, and recited the Buddha's words, ignoring the churning inner breath, pushing his whole body to the limit.

All of a sudden, the Buddha's brilliance is shining, the qi is surging, the surrounding Sanskrit singing is revived, and the Buddhist scriptures are recited in low tones, just like being in the bliss of the Western Paradise.

It is the unique style of the Buddha's voice, the three crossings of compassion, and the majestic presence in the world
"The Golden Wheel of Bliss Ferry is blazing with flames!"

Forcefully urging the ultimate move, Amitabha's already damaged skills and physical injuries are added to the injury, even though the blood gushes up from the throat, the Buddha's holy energy turns into a blazing flame wheel, and the Buddha's belief in crossing the demons is held, and the eight-faced ghost army is overwhelmed And down.

As the death gate approached, Fengdu opened the door, which instead aroused the fierceness in the blood of the ghost clan.

"Ghost Rong Six Transformations Fury Fengguan!"

The flames of anger ignite the flames of war, the blazing wheel shines on the flames, the road will eventually come to an end, and three moves will judge life and death.

After the extreme, first heard a shriek, and then heard a bang, the eight-faced ghost army's body turned into flying ash, and its ghosts took advantage of the momentum to escape.

"Ugh..."

Amitabha was about to catch up, when he suddenly vomited a mouthful of hot blood, and the forcibly suppressed inner breath quickly became disordered, destroying the internal organs.

At this moment, several sword qi came from afar, pointing directly at the vital points all over Amitabha's body, and then heard
"My friend, it seems that you have to postpone the matter of dividing your body."

It was Lin Chongyang who was watching the battle in the West Yellow Buddhist Realm, and Shanshan came late. He really didn't expect that his friends had only half of their roots left, and they dared to make a three-stroke appointment.

That is to say, the foundation of Bamian Guirong is too shallow. If it is pushed back three to five hundred years, the outcome will be hard to say.

"Friends, hurry up and chase ghosts."

Borrowing the seamless sword energy of his friend, after roughly treating the injury, Amitabha hurriedly spoke.

"Don't worry, I'll go after him, my friend, you go back to the West Yellow Buddhist Realm first."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Chongyang took a step forward, and his figure disappeared in place.

(End of this chapter)