My hero is myself

"I shouldn't waste so many words with this kid!"

Just as Roland was about to catch the flying Blood Jade Qiming Sword, Grandma Ye Xiao flew out.

She decided to use her body to prevent Roland from obtaining the powerful sword.

At the same time, Jisheng ordered everyone to use all their strength to kill the three provocative villains who entered the temple as soon as possible.

"It's a good idea, but it's a pity that you're not tough enough."

Roland made a sword gesture with his hand, and with a thought, the Blood Jade Qiming Sword danced in the air in a mysterious trajectory.

Granny Ye Xiao's body did block the Blood Jade Qiming Sword, but this sword was too sharp.

A simple attack cut her into pieces and scattered them all over the sky...

In the battle that lasted for three days and three nights, Ye Xiao's mother-in-law was cut in pieces countless times, and Roland felt like a cook cutting a cow.

Grandma Ye Xiao also mastered the feeling of reuniting her body, but she soon realized...

This time is different!

The Blood Jade Qiming Sword has its own soul-devouring properties, and when it attacks her body, it also comes with an extremely hot talisman.

The seemingly smooth wound turned out to be completely necrotic due to blood loss, high fever, and subsequent necrosis!

Although Lanruo Temple's mystery can always slowly repair these injuries, this will inevitably greatly delay her recovery of combat effectiveness...

This sword is already a very powerful magic weapon!

[Er Xi showed up as a lynx, pounced and bit, aiming at the key points of the Buddhist cultivators' body-protecting spiritual patterns that resisted the erosion of the blood river. 】

[After losing his spiritual pattern, the Arhat fell into madness, and the Bodhisattva also had to concentrate on resisting. 】

[Nie Xiaoqian followed Er Xi's example, no longer attacking the vital points, and the bone spear directly picked at the divine marks on their bodies. 】

[Cooperating with her two, you begin to gradually approach the Golden Buddha. 】

After three days and three nights of high-intensity fighting, Luo Lan's newly learned "36 Talisman Sword Formation" has been completed.

This swordsmanship created by the Awakened One is not very difficult, and its power is mainly determined by the user's own swordsmanship and talismans.

Roland's two techniques are already at the master level, and after opening his ideas, they quickly merged.

With the blessing of his own cultivation and the Blood Jade Qiming Sword, the group attack effect is even better than the founder's demonstration.

Roland used the sword formation to open the way, while Er Xi and Nie Xiaoqian shared the flank pressure, constantly destroying the Buddhist cultivators' defense line and approaching the Golden Buddha.

The Golden Buddha overlooking the battlefield with compassionate eyes is the mysterious source of the entire Lanruo Temple.

Unless he dies, the Buddhist cultivators in the temple will not die.

At this point in the battle, Roland had a deeper understanding of the current situation of Lanruo Temple.

The mystery continues to fade, and most truly strong people will choose to rely on their own strength to fight against the possibility of falling.

He even tried to leave Kyushu and go to other worlds.

Although what awaits them is mostly failure and death, lost in the long river of time.

But without this pride and pursuit, one would not be able to become a top powerhouse mentally.

At this time, the number of Buddhist cultivators in Lanruo Temple is one-third of what it was at the peak of Xitian Pure Land.

But the actual combat power... one-tenth of them is overestimating them.

These "Buddhas" are not worthy of being called "Buddhas" at all. They are just a group of organized people who are attached to the Buddha and want to live a peaceful life.

They couldn't be called geniuses to begin with, and they lost their passion for fighting against heaven and earth while lingering on.

Day and night, on the verge of death and madness, shivering, terrified, and calling for warmth...

Roland's arrival directly shattered their eternal dream.

He finally broke through the defense line and stood in front of the golden Buddha.

The blood jade Qiming Sword began to gather unparalleled sword intent.

Er Xi and Nie Xiaoqian, who are allies, felt their skins getting cold due to the sharpness that was constantly accumulating...

"Don't be rude to Buddha!"

A muscular man with a lion's head and body appeared from the void.

But the golden hair on his face was trembling slightly, whether it was excitement or fear, and his lips moved to send a message to Roland:

"We can still discuss our previous misunderstandings. If the donor is dissatisfied, I will try my best to make up for it and send you away from Lanruo Temple safely."

Roland looked disdainfully as if he hadn't heard anything.

Step forward and slowly raise your sword.

The movement was so slow that it seemed as if it was holding up the whole world.

He looked up at the golden Buddha with compassionate eyes, and recalled the light he felt when he first achieved consciousness when he was still enlightened.

That was the reward and feedback given to him by the Pure Land of the West.

Pure, beautiful and inclusive.

It seems that all sins can be redeemed by Buddha.

That is the supreme wisdom, the heart is like glass, and the sea is open to all rivers.

Seeing all the misery and containing all the anger, all things can exist in the world perfectly without being false.

But 500 years have passed, and Western Heaven is no longer a pure land.

The truly compassionate Buddha is not here either.

He may be lost in a dream, or he may be detached from the wider world.

What is left here is just one of his Dharma bodies.

The body of the ancient Buddha Randeneng, the blood of Bo Xun, and the body of Tathagata, the top mysterious elements of the Western Heaven are combined together to finally become a refuge that allows cowards to escape death.

This is a spectacular and great creation, but is this the original intention of the Buddha?

He used his own wisdom and compassion to write scriptures. How could he let these disciples be in charge of using human lives as firewood?

As Roland's sword edge continued to rise, everyone found that he resonated with the entire Lanruo Temple.

Every inch he lifted, he was under tremendous pressure. The capillaries in his wrists could no longer withstand the pressure, and tiny drops of blood burst out.

But his movements were still so firm.

The mysteries on which all Buddhas rely to maintain their lives responded positively to him.

Roland looked at the Golden Buddha and chanted excitedly:

"You have forgotten the original intention of Buddha."

"You have forgotten where the incense and prayers you enjoy come from."

"You have forgotten that spiritual practice is supposed to bring order and beauty to the world."

"You have forgotten that your life was like a piece of grass."

"You have forgotten that all living beings are equal, and no one should plunder everyone's flesh, blood, and soul just to survive."

"Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat... no matter how noble your name is, if you act casually, you should be judged!"

"The Buddha is dead, so I will clean up the door for him and clean up all of you incompetent disciples who blasphemed him!"

The lion-headed man's eyes were about to burst, and he looked up to the sky and roared:

"Don't talk nonsense because of your evil deeds. The Buddha has been certified forever and will protect this pure glazed world..."

"Hahahaha, Manjushri Bodhisattva, if the Buddha still protects you, don't hide!"

Roland laughed and drank the lion-headed man's real name, with a majestic aura and every word was like thunder.

The blood jade Qiming Sword is like a star falling, giving birth to a decisive sword energy, slashing towards the golden Buddha...

And the lion-headed man standing in front of the golden Buddha!

"Alas...the disciple is incompetent..."

A sigh.

The lion-headed man instinctively took half a step to the side and got out of the way of the golden Buddha.

It seemed like just a small half step, but it made the Buddhist monks of Lanruo Temple who were watching this scene dumbfounded.

This was not just about being overwhelmed by Roland.

He also indirectly admitted that the Buddha no longer protected him.

If the Buddha were still alive, how could he allow outsiders to kill his most beloved disciple with a sword?

But Manjusri Bodhisattva got out of the way.

This means that he knows the truth and knows that the Supreme Lord of the West and the Lord of the Great Thunder Sound Temple who protects them is no longer here...

"No, this is impossible, Buddha is the Lord of the Western Heaven!"

A Buddhist cultivator burst into tears on the spot.

As everyone dared not look away, Roland's sword energy landed on the top of the golden Buddha.

The Golden Buddha instinctively raised his palms to try to resist.

But just like a knife slicing tofu, the wrist was cut off by the sword light, and the palm, which was taller than the Roland man, fell to the ground.

Then the sword light and golden light collided and annihilated each other.

Roland exhausted all his energy and energy, and fell forward weakly. Er Xi quickly stepped forward to support his senior.

He took out a handful of Chixin Dan from his body and stuffed it into his mouth.

Nie Xiaoqian was about to step forward to help him, but Erxi was faster, but stopped.

He just scanned all directions with his gun in case any Buddhist cultivators took the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

But at this moment, how can the Buddhist cultivators in Lanruo Temple still have the mood to care about them?

They stared at the palm of the Golden Buddha that fell to the ground and quickly extinguished the light, turning into a few white bones that had experienced countless years of wind and frost.

They stared at the Golden Buddha's body. The golden light protecting the body dimmed, and the majesty that made people unable to look directly dispersed.

They stared at the eternally compassionate and transcendent smile on the face of the Golden Buddha, and found that it was as stiff as a painting.

Without the halo, this Buddha is as stiff as a clay sculpture!

"Buddha...is really gone..."

"What should we do, what should we do with the Great Leiyin Temple..."

"Manjusri, you lion-headed man, have you lied to us for hundreds of years?"

"Buddhism is over, what happened to this world?"

“We have done so much for the world, so why has mystery declined?”

"This is unfair and unreasonable. Kyushu shouldn't be like this!"

Cry, question, doubt, curse, collapse...

The Buddhist cultivators, who had just united as one, immediately broke through their defenses after witnessing the Buddha's true state.

They had long forgotten about Roland, but looked at the lion-headed man, Manjushri Bodhisattva, with hatred and resentment.

Including Granny Ye Xiao, who had just recovered her body, also led a large group of Bodhisattvas and Arhats to surround Manjusri:

"Brother, how long has it been since the teacher became like this? Why didn't you tell us? Why did you hide it from us?"

"Why? Why do you have the nerve to ask me why?"

Facing these fellow practitioners, Manjushri Bodhisattva suddenly burst out laughing, "The fear, fear, questioning, and panic you are feeling now is why I dare not tell you the truth!"

"Yes, the teacher is gone a long time ago. You know it. Can you think of what to do?"

"If I hadn't arranged for you to build Lanruo Temple, you greedy bugs would have killed each other long ago and perished in the long river of time."

"I am guarding the last bit of hope for the teacher to survive this long night!"

"If you have to ask why, look down and see how ugly and stupid you look right now - you are so incompetent and resourceful!"

All the Buddhist cultivators were scolded by Manjushri Bodhisattva and looked at each other in shock.