Respect

Buddha.

This is an ancient existence.

The ancients disappeared as early as the ancient catastrophe.

Although there were Buddhist disciples in ancient times, they are very few. To this day, there may be Buddhist disciples, but they are absolutely few.

Not to mention the three thousand worlds, even if the heavens don't know much about the Dharma.

This thing is different from the Immortal Tao. The Immortal Tao depends on cultivation and enlightenment, while the Dharma can only rely on Buddhism. If you don't have Buddhism, you will not realize Dharma in your entire life.

The ancient breeze can be sure, whether it is the mysterious scriptures on the wall of the main hall or this lotus futon is a Buddhist thing.

However, he was more interested in the verses emerging on the wall than the lotus futons that were condensing.

As the flickering glory of the central futon became stronger and stronger, the magnificent Buddha light emanating from it became more and more intense.

Gradually, the futon really formed a lotus throne, and on the lotus throne there was a spar with a light golden halo, about the size of a fist. When this golden spar appeared, a mighty Buddha's breath was blown on his face. Come.

On the court.

The son of Baihe, Ye Rou, and Zhuo Feng saw his golden spar straight, and his eyes were straight, even in the cold days.

"Is this a relic?"

The enchanting Ye Rou murmured in surprise.

No one has ever seen a relic, but when they saw the golden spar on the lotus throne, the word relic appeared in everyone's mind.

At the same time, Bai He, Ye Rou and Zhuo Feng rushed to the lotus throne. Then, Kaifeng and Gao Jie behind the white crane and the two old men also rushed past, but when they rushed to the side of the lotus throne, they all looked pale. It changed a lot, and then retreated back.

"Humph!"

Bai He's son snorted coldly, the whole body Guanghua flashed wildly, and the rolling spirits broke out. It was 36 turns of Jindan.

"My son wants to see how strong you are!"

Bai He's son arrogantly drank, and the flickering brilliance of the whole body burned frantically, unpredictable, and colorful colors flashed alternately. During this time, Bai He's son was dressed in streamers, his feet were full of colors, and Jiuzhong Liucai shrouded his body. Magnificent, very mighty.

Immediately after that, Ye Rou did not hesitate to sacrifice spiritual power. It was Nai Dan's twenty-four revolutions. When the glory of the whole body flashed, he was also wearing a streamer, his feet were full of color, and Nine Streams flowed around the body, like a thunderbolt. It's like stormy weather. The mighty power is like the storm of nature.

boom!

Bai He's son rushed forward and rushed to the lotus throne. The glittering Jiu Liucai shook like a wind, and his face suddenly changed, then he retreated again.

She is so, Ye Rou is no exception, and the two of them are proud to be able to get close to the lotus futon.

The Buddha's interest in the lotus futon is too vast.

Of course, it is this kind of magnificent Buddha's breath that keeps the two natural nature Jiu Liuli Cai Tian, ​​who are Baihe and Yerou, from approaching.

It is not the powerful Dharma that is blocking them, nor is it the power that is blocking them.

No!

There is neither Dharma nor strength.

Just pure Buddha's breath.

The closer you are to the futon, the more you can feel the vastness of the Buddha's breath. After being enveloped by the Buddha's breath, there is no pain or fear, and some are just awe.

That's right!

Just awe.

The deeper the shroud of the Buddha, the stronger this awe.

It is this awe that keeps white cranes, Ye Rou and so on from being so beautiful.

The Baihe son is about to try again. An old man behind him secretly preached: "My son, don't be impulsive. The Buddha's interest contained in the lotus futon is too strong, and it cannot be strong."

"What about the relic!"

"Although I do n’t know exactly what this lotus futon exists, but this thing is condensing, and as the rate of condensing slows down, the Buddha's interest in it seems to be weakening bit by bit. I need to wait and see change."

It is said that the Baihe Gongzi sacrificed his consciousness to investigate carefully. Indeed, as the old man said, as the lotus futon evolves at a slower pace, the Buddha's interest in it seems to be weaker and weaker.

It wasn't just Baihe Gong who discovered this, Ye Rou quickly understood it. It seemed that Zhuo Feng had already discovered this mystery, so after the first trial, he did not continue.

"Oh, such a relic, so many of us, how should we divide it?"

Ye Roumei smiled with coldness, her eyes swept across several people in the field.

"Min? Huh!"

As soon as the white crane boy shook his cloak, he strode forward and arrogantly shouted: "This relic son is about to be determined, Ye Rou, if you are interested, stand honestly. I will never treat you afterwards. If you do n’t know how to rob me of life and death, you should know how I am a crane! ”

"Oh! People are so scared." Ye Rou's eyes were staring at Baihe like a snake, and he smiled: "Sister Baihe, the little girl admits that he is not your opponent, but ... even if I promise, Grandpa Zhuo will not be afraid. Will promise. "

"Zhuo Feng! Will you grab me?"

Bai He sneered at Xiang Zhuofeng and said, "I hope you take a closer look at who these two people are behind me before answering this question!"

Zhuo Feng still looked so light and light. He looked at Baihe, and then looked at the two old men behind Baihe, and laughed: "I have heard of the names of the two old predecessors, Osawa and Qing , Naturally know their strength. "

Osawa, Daqing.

The two are celebrities of the Quartet.

To be precise, it is the famous villain of the Quartet.

They are evil practices.

They follow the outside world of demons, and they also practice evil techniques, sucking souls, eating people's foundations, refining people's gold and silver, eating real people, and drinking blood ... It can be said that for cultivation, everything is necessary.

The practice of evil cultivation may not be high, and there may not be many immortal arts, but because it feeds on the soul, true body, and blood of other people all the year round, both physical and spiritual powers are very powerful, especially the magic weapon of sacrifice. Extremely scary.

And Zhuo Feng knows more ~ ​​www.readwn.com ~ There is a powerful magic weapon in the hands of the two people, Daze and Daqing, who is called Xun Yunzheng. It was sacrificed once more than ten years ago, and the blood of more than a thousand people was consumed instantly Turned more than a thousand people into corpses.

"Just know, I advise you to be more fun!"

"is it?"

Zhuo Feng smiled lightly, without any worries in his expression, and laughed: "It's not important for me, Bai He, to grab you. It's important that others don't grab you."

The Baihe son naturally knew who the others were in Zhuofengkou. He looked at Chen Yue and asked, "How about you, can you compete with this son?"

Chen Yue didn't bother, but stood quietly, looking at the lotus futon that was condensing.

"Is there any reason to dare to ignore this son!"

Wow!

The white crane son stepped out one step, the whole body of Guanghua flashed frantically, wearing a streamer, pedals full of color, Jiuzhong Liucai flowed around the body, the wind and thunderclouds moved inside, the lightning flashed, the majestic power shrouded in the past.