The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

Entering the Zhenmo Tower, the sound of ancient Buddhas chanting came, and there were ancient Buddhas preaching scriptures on the walls, and the picture of monks walking around the world flashed.

Above the door beam, there is a flying sky descending, which interprets the true meaning of Buddha.

On the edge of the table in the corner, there is an ancient Buddha smiling, bare xiongluru, letting go of the years, and greeting Gu Tianshu and the others.

Magnificent, vast, and solemn, this place is like the palace of the Buddha, not like the so-called Pagoda.

When the ancient Buddha of Zhiming saw these pictures, he uttered a Buddha's name, and with a wave of his hand, all these pictures disappeared.

"The dust returns to the dust, the earth returns to the earth, and the Buddha's fate will be gathered again in the next life~!"

Ji Wudi and Gu Tianshu didn't stop it, and the moment they stepped into the Demon Town Tower, they discovered that these were just phantoms left over from the past.

Walking to the desk where the ancient Buddha of tanxiongluru was located, Ji Wudi's pupils stood up, and a deep pit appeared in front of him, which was the trace left by sitting cross-legged for a long time. As a result, the land under him was contaminated with Buddha-nature, and it has survived through the years.

"That was left by the Supreme Buddha Maitreya. When Emperor Amitabha was in charge of the world, he was the one who was in charge of the Demon Tower to save all demons~!"

The ancient Buddha of Zhiming opened his mouth and revealed the identity of the tanxiongluru Buddha.

"Alternative enlightenment!"

Gu Tianshu spit out four words, apart from the alternative cultivation base, he really can't think of anyone who can leave marks in the years, at least, his current cultivation base can't do it.

The ancient Buddha of Zhiming nodded and said no more.

Instead, he tapped the ground three times with the demon-subduing pestle, and a golden swastika appeared on the ground, with a dent in the center.

The size is exactly the same as the demon-subduing pestle it holds in its hand.

"." Let's go, this floor is just the entrance, the real root should be in the [-]th floor of hell below, everyone be careful next, I suspect that the behind-the-scenes mastermind behind the Yingpu mutation is below~! "

A deep staircase appeared, and a golden bead was embedded on the wall every ten meters on both sides of the staircase.

"Buddha bone relics! You Xi Mo are really majestic~!"

Glancing at the golden beads, Gu Tianshu sighed in admiration. The world may never have imagined that the extremely precious Buddha bone relics were not enshrined in temples, but were mostly used to suppress demons.

The sound of da da's footsteps resounded on the quiet stairs, and as it continued to deepen, a scorching air rushed to the face.

The dark red flames began to spark on both sides. Just in case, Gu Tianshu and Ji Wudi defended their own (Qian Li's) qi.

"The first floor of the eighteenth hell? The rumors in the world are really unbelievable."

Ji Wudi looked at the flames around him, which did not match the rumored eighteen layers of hell. If this was really a tongue-pulling hell, there would be no such flames at all, and the flames looked more like the legendary Buddha. Household fire!

After a while, the space suddenly turned into a sea of ​​red, and a wide prison appeared in front of the three of them. The roaring karmic fire was burning. Except for the bones that flashed in the firelight, there were only iron chains that were placed randomly. On the ground, the icy shackles shone with a faint red luster, proving that someone was once imprisoned here.

"The first prison of the eight hot hells of the eighteen layers of hell, the saints are demons, and they should refine their bodies with the fire of karma!".

Chapter [-] Halloween Corpse

The ancient Buddha of Zhiming gave the name of this layer of hell, the Eight Great Hells and the First Great Hell.

All the demons imprisoned on this floor were once at the lowest level of sage cultivation. They did not suffer the rumored torture of tongue-pulling, but were chained here by Buddhist powerhouses for many years and suffered karmic fire. of burning.

Gu Tianshu squatted down, grabbed an iron chain on the ground with his palm, looked at its dark red color, and thought for a moment.

"Is it forged from five-color iron, the color of the original has not been restored for a long time in the burning of the fire of karma~!"

Looking at the dark red like blood on it, he saw a grayish white from the endless karmic fire from the corner of his eyes. He waved his sleeves to sweep away the karmic fire, and Gu Tianshu saw the grayish-white face.

A gray-white and dark-red skull stood on a pile of white bones, among which were interspersed the shackles, handcuffs, and iron cones used to nail his shoulder bones.

The hollow face and the dark scars burned by the karmic fire between the cracked bones were horrified. Closing his eyes, Gu Tianshu saw a saint-level powerhouse pinned to the wall, his hands and feet bound, struggling in the karmic fire. look.

Moreover, there is more than one scene like this.

"Tell me, is this the kindness that your Buddhists advocate~!"

Turning around suddenly, the long sword in Gu Tianshu's hand rang, and the bell of the beginningless aimed at the ancient Zhiming Buddha holding the pestle of subduing demons.

380 A corpse is enough, but this is only the first layer. As far as his eyes can see, there are more than a thousand corpses of saints, and this is only what Mian Qiang can keep in the fire of karma. How many will there be if there are no burnt holy bones?

Sword repair, is pure!

If you are uneasy in your heart, you will naturally resolutely draw your sword to face each other.

More than just Gu Tianshu's anger, even Ji Wudi couldn't hide his inner shock.

In the time of Emperor Amitabha, behind the light that Buddhism prevailed in the world, it turned out to be an unknown darkness.

Demon, are these all?

He Ji Wudi does not believe, perhaps, these are those who oppose the purpose of Buddhism~!

Hehe, it's no wonder that after Emperor Amitabha was enthroned, those who were dissatisfied with the Buddhist forces fought back so ruthlessly. If it was placed on him, he wouldn't be able to sit still.

Facing Gu Tianshu's questioning, Zhiming Ancient Buddha was speechless. In the face of the real facts, all explanations were pale and powerless.

"Amitabha, if there are causes, there will be consequences, and good and evil will eventually have their rewards~!"

Silently reciting the Buddha's name, the Great Sage Zhiming walked towards the next floor.

At this moment, he is like a lonely walker!

Seeing Zhiming's actions, Ji Wudi followed up even if he was dissatisfied with what the Buddhists were doing.

After all, there is a big horror below, and he doesn't want the ancient Buddha of Zhiming to be damaged here like the last time.

Thousands of sword qi flashed across Gu Tianshu's body, and the ding ding sound was not heard.