Apricot of the Great Desolation

Chapter 410 Crazy, killing hundreds of millions of people and becoming billions of generations

Hell, Yinshan, the land of the six minor reincarnations.

The monkey holds a golden hoop in his hand, followed by several ghost kings in the quasi-sage realm.

Ahead, six dark doors opened, and countless ghosts poured out from the doors. They were the souls of Buddhist believers.

Through the dark portal, one can see the shining golden bodies of the three thousand Buddhas of Leiyin Temple, eight hundred arhats and Bodhisattvas, and hundreds of millions of monks and nuns.

They are crossing the sea of ​​reincarnation, protected by relics, and various Buddhist artifacts and spiritual treasures are suspended above their heads, wanting to return!
These Buddhas also noticed the figure of Sun Wukong immediately. The face of Golden Light Bodhisattva changed and he scolded:
"Sun Wukong, why are you here? Where is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

The monkey laughed ferociously and ignored the Golden Light Bodhisattva. He just stared at the burning lantern and said:

"Old monk, don't you Buddhists pay the most attention to cause and effect? ​​Back then, you suppressed the hatred of me, Old Sun, and today you are here to settle the matter."

Ran Deng clasped his hands together, his already miserable face looked even more miserable, and he said nothing.

Tathagata looked at Sun Wukong outside and said in a deep voice:
"Donor, the poor monk already understands the grudge between you and my Buddhist family, but how long can you block it here? The poor monk can still get out. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and there is no end. Please think twice before you act."

Sun Wukong smiled contemptuously and said disdainfully: "I know that you are the Buddha of the third generation of Buddhism. If it were not for me, how could you sit on the throne of the World Honored One? You, an ungrateful person, are worthy of talking to me. ?”

Tathagata's face darkened when he heard this. Although Sun Wukong's words were serious, they were fundamentally true.

Back then, if Sun Wukong hadn't turned himself into the Tao and made the Buddhist Journey to the West fall short, he would not be able to be the Buddha's World Honored One if he took the blame and resigned.

"I won't waste any more words on you, just stay here for another 3000 years."

The monkey left a sentence and then ignored it, focusing on what he would do next when he started to prepare.

Hundreds of millions of ghosts on the Plain of the Dead have been transformed by Ksitigarbha, and the formation of thousands of ghosts cannot be moved away. Now we can only try other methods.

The monkey first enlarged the golden hoop to a huge size, and then threw it into the Small Six Paths of Reincarnation, intending to use the suppressive power of the golden hoop to block the Small Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The Golden Cudgel was originally used by Zhang Ye to suppress the Eye of the East China Sea. Today, it was used to suppress the Little Six Paths of Samsara, and it was quite effective. In just an instant, the Little Six Paths of Samsara stopped spinning.

But it only lasted for a moment. After all, the Small Six Paths of Reincarnation was the work of several saints in the West. It can accommodate the existence of the reincarnation of saints' true spirits, and its status is not inferior to that of the top Zhongqian World.

Looking at the still rotating Little Six Paths of Reincarnation, Monkey seemed to understand why Wutian asked him to come here!

His body is the Sky-Mending Divine Stone, which can even mend the sky, not to mention this little six-path reincarnation.

There was a look of determination in the monkey's eyes, and the whole body was emitting colorful lights, shining brightly, illuminating the dark and lonely underworld.

The light flashed, and the monkey's figure disappeared, replaced by a huge stone shining with colorful light.

The surrounding ghost kings looked at each other in confusion, looking at the monkey that had turned into a colorful sacred stone.

"You guys leave first, I, Old Sun, can just suppress the Buddhas here!" The monkey left a sentence, and then rushed straight towards the Little Six Paths of Samsara.

"Get the decree!"

The rest of the ghost kings seemed to be fleeing and left. Sun Wukong was not afraid of death, but that did not mean that they were not afraid of death either. If they had known that this time they would come to seal the four saints, they would not have come at all.

In the Small Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Buddhas are still crossing the Sea of ​​Reincarnation. Facing the monkey that turned into a sky patching stone outside, they have no choice but to look at it with a gloomy expression.

At this moment, a golden light flashed, and the golden cicada flashed before appearing in front of the Little Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Sun Wukong subconsciously shouted: "Master!"

Then he realized what he was doing, turned to reject it, and said warily: "No, you are not the master, who are you?"

Sun Wukong did not recognize the golden cicada, but the Buddhist buddhas were very familiar with the golden cicada.

When the six-winged golden cicada first entered Buddhism, the two men who led the whole body forcibly converted it. Later, when it traveled to the west, the golden cicada forcibly left Buddhism.

However, the hearts of the Buddhas sank even more. The arrival of the golden cicada may not be a good thing for them.

After all, there was an enmity between Buddhism and Jin Chan when they were forced to convert by Yin and Zhunti.

Jin Chanzi first glanced at Sun Wukong, who had turned into a Sky-Mending Stone, with a look of nostalgia and relief in his eyes, and said:

"Your master's last wish before he died was not to see you again. I did it for him too. You are very good."

"When you were getting along with Xuanzang, I have always watched you, and I have always been aware of your growth process. It is not an exaggeration for you to call me master!"

Sun Wukong suddenly felt bored. He understood something. The person in front of him should be the real Jin Chanzi, not the reincarnated Xuanzang.

"I, Sun, only have one master and one master. What is your purpose here, fellow Taoist?"

Jin Chanzi shook his head, didn't say anything more, and replied: "You came here for revenge, so naturally I also came here for revenge."

After saying that, he ignored the monkey that had turned into a Sky-Mending Stone, turned to look at Xiao Liu Dao Samsara, and gave a cruel smile.

"Everyone, long time no see! The karmic enmity that happened back then is now over."

At this time, the Tathagata was filled with overwhelming resentment. What the hell is this? They were all debts left over when Ran Deng was the Buddha. How could it be his turn to pay them back?
If the monkeys were seriously suppressed, it would be easy to prevent them from coming back for 3000 years.

Now add a golden cicada, who knows what trouble will happen again!Tathagata had no expression on his face, pretending not to know and said:
"The two saints have worked hard to guide their Taoist friends to the right path and teach them the Dharma and magical powers. If they are not kind, how can there be any hatred?"

"A favor? Then I'm here to repay the favor today!"

Jin Chan sneered, and the six cicada wings behind him trembled slightly, and the space also trembled with it. Even the Little Liudao protected by the power of the six reincarnations could not withstand the divine power of this space.

As Jin Chanzi exerted his strength, the Small Six Paths of Samsara began to collapse, and Fang Fang was cut off from the small world passage connected to it.

The faces of the Buddhas in Lingshan Mountain who are still suffering in the six paths of reincarnation are gloomy, and the monks and nuns, who are of a slightly lower level, are lost in the sea of ​​reincarnation. Only the Arhat who has achieved a golden body can withstand it.

There is nothing the Buddhas can do about what Jin Chanzi did. After all, they are still trapped in the six paths of reincarnation.

Sun Wukong was also shocked. He really could not imagine that the existence in front of him, where millions of Buddhist disciples were extinguished with a wave of his hand, could actually be the pedantic old monk who swept the floor for fear of killing ants and cherished moths and gauze lamps.

But then he became excited and shouted: "Good kill, good kill!"

Jin Chanzi smiled proudly, the cicada wings behind her still trembling.

He didn't go in either. After all, there were four Hunyuan statues inside. He would inevitably be besieged if he went in alone. At this time, he had to rely on Sun Wukong to suppress the Six Paths of Reincarnation in order to act unscrupulously.

Maitreya said in a deep voice: "We can't go on like this anymore, senior brothers, let's take action together to stabilize the space."

"it is good!"

The pharmacist was the first to agree. He felt heartbroken when he looked at the dead monks and nuns.

After the words fell, the pharmacist was the first to take action. His body turned into glass color and bloomed with colored light to suppress the sea of ​​samsara, like an immovable king.Maitreya followed closely. He took out the golden cymbal and suspended it above his head. The bright golden light shone in all directions, releasing a force of space from the golden cymbal, which could compete with the trembling caused by the golden cicada.

Burning lanterns to offer sacrifices to the ruler of heaven and earth, the golden body of Tathagata sits in the sea of ​​samsara.

Under the combined power of the four Hunyuans, the space gradually stabilized, and the Buddhas breathed a sigh of relief.

Jin Chanzi outside looked calm, as if he had expected this scene long ago, he murmured in a low voice:
"Don't be anxious, the days are still long, and the pain you inflicted on me must be repaid one by one."

……

The matter in the underworld was just a small episode, and no one paid attention to it. Now all the eyes of heaven and earth are focused on the frontal battlefield between east and west.

The Tai Chi diagram covers the sky and the sun, and the yin and yang are like living spiritual creatures, swimming back and forth in the Tai Chi diagram.

Xuandu, Guangchengzi, Duobao, Yuding, Jinling and the newly promoted Hunyuan Zhang Sanfeng surrounded Wutian. At this important moment, even Chi Jingjing came to the Tai Chi diagram with a seriously injured body.

"The poor monk is flattered by the high-profile display of fellow Taoists." Wutian looked around and said with a warm smile.

"This time, I won't let fellow Taoist get away again." Guangchengzi held the Fantian Seal in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, everyone, the poor monk will not leave today."

"That's the best, so as not to lose the reputation of fellow Taoist." Xuandu added.

Duobao and Jin Ling didn't speak, they just looked at Wutian with hatred on their faces. They held the fairy sword tightly in their hands, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.

Wutian suddenly raised his head, glanced in the direction of the west, and murmured in a low voice: "I'm sorry, this poor monk will die first."

Then, the demonic energy on Wutian exploded, like a dark and low cloud, as if the doomsday was coming, and it filled the entire world in an instant.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for a Hunyuan to have such great power, but Wutian represents the entire West at this time and is in charge of the destiny of the entire West.

In an instant, the blood of gods and demons that had been scattered on the east and west battlefields gathered together in mountains of blood and corpses. In the Buddhist kingdoms in the west, creatures suddenly died suddenly.

The spirits of the three Hunyuan statues who fell between the east and west battlefields were summoned, and their flesh and blood gathered together and were divided into three parts, clearly distinguishable.

Xuandu felt something was wrong in his heart and whispered: "What are you going to do?"

Wutian had a smile on his lips, his eyes were full of relief, and his body ignited with black and blazing flames, and he smiled and said:
"Create the country that a poor monk dreams of."

The twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus rose up, and the crystal clear black petals fell into the Tai Chi diagram. The originally soft edges of the petals were now as tough as divine blades, and they all fell, splitting the heaven and earth formed by the Tai Chi diagram. .

The blood of gods and demons is spreading, and a huge strange pattern stretches between heaven and earth. The flesh and blood of the two disciples of Dao and Demon scattered on the border rush into the sky, like two strange brushes, painting a huge picture of Dao.

Like a catalyst, the blood of many creatures in the Western Buddhist Kingdom also rushed into the sky and disappeared into the huge Tao map.

This scene shocked the entire prehistoric world.

……

In the 33rd layer of the sky, in the Lingxiao Palace, Haotian was sitting on the emperor's throne. He was shocked when he saw this scene and stood up suddenly.

"Crazy, simply crazy!"

He yelled in disbelief, even in the state of Hunyuan realm, he couldn't restrain the horror in his heart.

In the ancient starry sky, on Ziwei Star, Di Jun also looked at this scene, with a look of shock on his face.

On Mount Xumi, Jieyin and Zhunti, who had always been indifferent to emotions and anger, could not control their inner shock. They stood up directly and looked at the junction of east and west, with a look of horror on their faces.

"How dare you do this?" Zhunti, who had always pitied his talentless person before, was furious at this time.

The face of Jie Yin next to him was not good-looking either. He always looked sad and had an angry look on his face. However, after all, he was at a higher level and could still keep his composure. He spoke to console him:

"Brother, calm down!"

This sound was like the roar of a Buddhist lion, and Zhunti woke up instantly, but there was still a look of resentment on his face.

The Holy Land of Human Race, Wanshou Mountain, Sea of ​​Blood, Underworld, Witch Realm, Kunlun, East China Sea Dragon Palace, Southern Immortal Volcano, Buzhou Ruins Qilin Cliff.

The leaders of the top powers stood up one after another and looked at the place where the east and west meet in disbelief.

In the chaos, Zhang Ye and Hongjun Luohou sat looking at each other in the Zixiao Palace.

Wutian's method, which shocked the entire prehistoric period, was nothing more than adequate in the eyes of these three people.

Hongjun looked at Luo Hou, with a half-smile on his face, and said, "You are indeed a practitioner of the devil's way, and you are in the same line as your fellow Taoists."

Luo Hou shook his head sadly and sighed: "Back then, I slaughtered all living beings in order to refine four killing swords, but today he slaughters all living beings in order to bring justice to all living beings. It's still different!"

Zhang Ye glanced at Luo Hou, you look quite proud?

"It's a pity. If he had been born two times earlier, I'm afraid he would have had a place in Hunyuan Wuji today."

Hongjun took the words and said, "Not bad, not bad, but it's a pity that the mind is too vicious."

Then his words changed, and he suddenly looked at Luo Hou and said, "Fellow Taoist, we have reached this level, why don't you admit defeat?"

Luo Hou shook his head sadly and sighed softly: "What a pity!"

Then stop talking!He didn't pay attention to what Hongjun said.

Everyone has seen Wutian's idea. He wants to kill hundreds of millions of living beings, and use the Taoist sect's pure spirit energy and the Demonic sect's violent energy to refine a spiritual treasure. With one sword, he can't lose to the strongest of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Lingbao.

He regarded Tao as righteousness and demons as evil, and neutralized them with the blood of the most devout believers in the Buddhist kingdom, so that he could create this precious treasure.

Because Buddhism and Taoism have their own origins, Buddhism came from the Demon Gate and was established on Mount Sumeru, but after listening to Hongjun's Tao, there was Taoism.

Therefore, Buddhism's Buddhist power is highly compatible with Taoist power and magic power. This is why Wutian wants to massacre devout believers in Western Buddhist countries.

Wutian never paid any attention to what other people thought, but Xuandu and the others were inexplicably horrified by his sudden burst of power.

If Wutian had exposed this power early, it would have been impossible for this war to continue until now. Xuandu, Duobao and Yuding would have died long ago.

But in order to have more creatures die and have enough blood evil energy to refine this unformed spiritual treasure, Wutian kept spending time with Xuandu and others.

At this time, there was no need to waste any more time. He was seen soaring into the sky and directly submerged into the Dao map that covered the sky and the sun.

At this moment, the Dao Diagram took shape, and the pitch-black demonic energy spread all over the ancient and wilderness continents. Wutian sat cross-legged in the center of the Dao Diagram, oppressing the entire prehistoric world.

(End of this chapter)