Gou Zai Xian Qin Lian Gui Cultivation Immortal

Chapter 78
"Death Sanskrit?"

Jiang Gan lost his mind for a moment, and soon regained his clarity.

This Buddhist sound can confuse people's hearts, and it contains a strange power of transformation.

It is similar to the death-defying Sanskrit sound of Cihang Purdue in the story of Liaozhai in the previous life.

That is to say, Jiang Gan has the Qianyuan Palace Lantern and the fire imprint to suppress the mind, so that he can recover soberly so quickly.

Looking up, the Bodhisattva chanted sutras in a low voice, and the Buddha's light all over his body illuminated, holy and peaceful, illuminating the world.

This scene fell in Jiang Gan's eyes, but it was indescribably strange.

The bodhisattva was shrouded in black mysterious aura, wisps of black smoke filled the air, and there were wailing sounds, patches of sinister wind whistling, and ghosts wailing one after another!
There are millions, even tens of millions, of those ghostly faces, which shows that the crime is serious.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore!"

The Zen sound sounded again, and a wave of mysterious air fell into Jiang Gan's body accompanied by the curling Buddha sound.

Jiang Gan's consciousness gradually became blurred, as if his body was not there, and shouts and questions resounded in his mind, like heaven's anger and human resentment.

"As a Bodhisattva, you slaughter thousands of living beings. You will sink into the endless hell, and you will never be reborn forever!"

"Because of you, countless families have lost their wives and children, and their families have been destroyed. You deserve death!"

"Your crimes are too numerous to write down; your sins are too difficult to level!"

These voices kept ringing in Jiang Gan's mind, endlessly, like ghosts devouring souls, suffering unspeakably.

In an instant, Jiang Gan seemed to have been tortured forty-eight thousand times. He suffered so much that life would be worse than death!
"What kind of supernatural power is this, how can it be so weird?"

Jiang Gan hated in his heart, he didn't expect that the Buddha's voice would have such a weird change, he was careless for a while, but let himself suffer pain that was not like the world.

He didn't know that this Zen sound was originally a Buddhist supernatural power to refine demons, and the Purdue Zen sound could induce the sins of previous lives.

Those who have sinned deeply, life is better than death; those who have sinned shallowly, their souls will return to hell.

Only by devoutly reciting Buddhist scriptures can one alleviate one's own pain, and use sin as the source, reverse the foundation, and step into the Buddhist path.

The more serious the sin, the more deeply rooted the Buddha nature will be after reversing the foundation. This is also the origin of the Buddhist "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately".

At the beginning, when the Buddha became enlightened, he transformed three thousand demons with the sound of Purdue Zen, laying the supreme foundation for Buddhism and Taoism.

And that Bodhisattva was infected with the aura of delusion, and the sound of Purdue Zen changed, and he was able to share his sins with the enemy.

The bodhisattva's sins are so serious, even if he only shared half of them, it still makes Jiang Gan feel like he is suffering hell-like punishment.

"Woooooo!"

Jiang Gan's throat was hoarse, and he could only make a whining sound, but the ghosts around him made screams, crying like ghosts and howling like weeping.

Jiang Gan's face was distorted, his eyes were red, ferocious and terrifying, like a Shura ghost.

The kind of pain reflected in the depths of his soul, no matter how powerful he was, he still couldn't get rid of it.

"Qianyuan Palace Lantern, town!"

Relying on great perseverance, Jiang Gan activated the Qianyuan Palace Lantern, emitting a leisurely glow, suppressing the strange Zen sounds and countless ghosts.

That strange Zen sound turned into a series of mysterious Buddha seals, linking countless ghosts together, turning them into a black awn, blocking the rays of light.

There is also a wisp of mysterious aura, sweeping up along the rays of the sun, even the Qianyuan Palace Lantern tried to pollute it.

The Qianyuan palace lanterns were shining brightly, exuding a mysterious aura, and the jasper crystal lotus leaves were actually stained with a layer of black paint.

After that wisp of mysterious air was blown away, it sank directly into Jiang Gan's yin spirit.

The fire imprint between Yinshen's brows danced, and a black-yellow flame burned blazingly inside Jianggan Yinshen.

That ray of mysterious energy seemed to sense the danger, and ran rampant in Yinshen, avoiding the burning of the fire.

Under the siege and interception of the fire, the mysterious aura has no root after all, and it was completely refined by the fire in the end.

A ray of pure and mysterious power was derived and turned into a clear stream, spreading all over the limbs and bones, making Jiang Gan moan involuntarily.

A clear realization rose in Jiang Gan's heart, the nature of the mysterious aura in the Bodhisattva's body was so high that it would be impossible to do anything without extinguishing the fire, it could only be refined a little bit.

Next, with the help of the Qianyuan Palace Lantern, Jiang Gan carefully induced strands of mysterious energy to refine them one by one.

As wisps of mysterious energy merged into his body, the blood in Jiang Qian's body transformed towards the color of red gold at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Drops of red-golden blood, like gems, exude red-golden light, shining brightly on each other, there are nearly a hundred drops in total.

In every particle of flesh and blood in the body, there is a weak will born. Although it is insignificant, but gathered together, it is still a huge force.

Yinshen transformed again, the seven souls of Tianchong, Linghui, Qi, Ying, Li, Jing, and Tianshu were all refined, and there was a faint prototype of the primordial spirit.

Even after leaving the physical body, it will not be exhausted, but can devour the inspiration of the world and continue to practice.

When the mysterious energy in his body was completely refined, Jiang Gan's physical body and yin spirit had made great progress, and his supernatural power of indestructible fire had also improved to a higher level.

The millions of ghosts were also completely purified by the fire, turning into strands of true spirits and floating in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The Qianyuan Palace Lantern emits bursts of attracting power, attracting all the true spirits into the Tianlong Book Realm, floating around the flat peach tree.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Gan shot with all his strength, and eighteen real dragons circled out, attacking the Bodhisattva.

The 49-foot Dharma image followed closely behind, the power of qi and blood burst out, and every drop of condensed blood qi was as majestic and vast as the sea.

After Wu Yazi's avatar merged into his body, Jiang Qian naturally grasped the profound meaning of Beiming Divine Art.

Now, with a sudden explosion, the air-moving mountains and rivers, especially the will of martial arts contained in it, endowed the vitality of the blood and spread it, devouring everything in the four directions.

With a bang, the burst of Qi and blood poured out like a vast Beiming, hitting the sky across the sky.

A flash of surprise flashed in the Bodhisattva's eyes, he didn't expect Jiang Gan to be able to break free from the Purdue Zen sound, and burst into such a terrifying attack.

She raised her plain hand and raised it above her head, forming a vase seal of the Great Dao.

Wisps of mystical aura gushed out from her heavenly spirit and poured continuously into the vase above her head.

The black light of the treasure vase flows, and it is as black as black jade. It looks simple and unpretentious, giving people a feeling of simplicity.

But at the moment of its appearance, it exudes a terrifying power of pollution, polluting the inspiration of the world, and even the laws of the world.

The destructive energy surged, and the terrifying ripples spread, and hundreds of thousands were wiped out, burying the world.

Endless murderous intent poured out, the light of destruction soared into the sky, the sky and the earth seemed to be trembling, and cracks in space spread.

All this took only a moment, the vase tilted slightly, the dark mouth of the bottle was aimed at the dried ginger, and then infinite suction burst out.

Not only devouring blood energy and divine power, but also devouring the mana of Yin God, its power is unpredictable.

(End of this chapter)