"It's over."

"I was careless, the old monk didn't dodge."

The last thought in the head of the first lecturer.

Ning Que activated his Cangtian Hegemony Body, activated the Heaven-covering Technique in his body, jumped up, and punched the door of Daguang's head at the head of the lecture hall. All he saw was that this so-called Buddha in the world, the Vajra Bumper who had been trained

The bad body, with a bang, seemed to have shrunk into its abdomen, and its entire shiny brain had been smashed into its own chest.

The method of covering the sky.

This is the method of covering the sky.

So powerful.

Although the first lecturer has developed the indestructible body of Vajra and is known as the Buddha in the world, in the end he is only the Buddha in this "Jian Ye" world. The indestructible body of Vajra can only cope with the power in this "Jian Ye" world.

As long as the attack power exceeds the limit in the world of "Jian Ye", then the indestructible King Kong is no longer indestructible.

It’s not much different from tofu.

Yes.

If you insist on saying: That is a blow from Jiang Wei.

Poor!

Sad!

What a shame!

The leader of the lecture hall in the dignified Xuankong Temple, the most powerful Buddhist in the world who is known as the Buddha on Earth, could not withstand the light punch of Ning Que, who possesses the power to cover the sky.

What are the consequences of having your head smashed into your chest?

All the internal organs were squeezed by the explosive debris, and he died in the blink of an eye and could no longer die.

Ning Que took back his fist.

If nothing happens.

It seems like I just did one insignificant thing.

But for this forbidden place of Buddhism, for the Hanging Temple, for this unknown place of Buddhism, it is no less powerful than a thunder.

All the Buddhists were frightened.

Horrified.

Unbelievable.

Fear.

Scared.

There are so many expressions.

"It's over."

"The Hanging Temple is over."

"Buddhism is finished."

Someone just peed.

Ning Que also wants this effect. Xuankong Temple has thousands of monks and hundreds of thousands of serfs. If Ning Que is asked to kill them one by one, he doesn't know how long it will take. But if he uses the power of thunder, he can only kill these people.

The first 'Buddha on Earth' to be preached in the Xuankong Temple was enough to frighten everyone in the Xuankong Temple after his faith collapsed.

Ning Que almost succeeded.

But some people didn’t agree.

In the mountain forest of Xuankong Temple, traces of mist began to float from the soil. No one could detect their existence, but they were like tarsal maggots. As long as they caught flesh and blood creatures, they would burrow into them.

It enters the body of a creature, lurks, and secretly affects the mind of the creature, until more and more mist accumulates in the body of the creature, and finally, some creature begins to go crazy.

Ning Que's plan failed.

Around the gray carriage, more and more creatures began to gather, and they continued to attack this foreign carriage without fear of death.

"You stay in the carriage and don't move rashly."

Ning Que warned Sangsang.

His face was solemn.

I got off the carriage alone.

There is no other way but to go on a killing spree.

Crazy.

Everyone here has gone crazy.

No, they should all be controlled by some mysterious force.

"It's Buddha."

"Yes, it must be Buddha."

Ning Que remembered that every plant, tree, sand and stone here were all the remains of the Buddha, derived from his flesh and blood. So these spiritual mists that seeped out from under the earth and could confuse people's hearts, except for the Buddha

, who else can do this as the real founder of the unknown place in the Xuankong Temple during the teleportation?

"Kill."

"Revenge for the first lecture seat."

"The daughter of Hades must die."

"Darkness must be purified by light."

The slogan is very loud.

Ning Que only used one sword, and the area in front of him was immediately cleared. His limbs and arms were flying everywhere, and blood flowed into rivers. However, even such a bloody scene could not stop more monks and serfs from rushing forward, fearless of death.

, to fill the void that has been emptied in front of Ning Que.

Helpless, Ning Que could only use one more blow.

Still, limbs and arms are still flying everywhere, blood is still flowing in rivers, thousands of people have died under his sword.

Ning Que was also angry.

"Buddha, come out, you old bald donkey, show up if you can. We two kings will fight each other to the death. Why do you need to use despicable means to trick your disciples and disciples into coming to my place to die?"

”

Suddenly, a muffled groan came from the carriage behind him.

It’s Sangsang’s voice.

Ning Que's face changed drastically, and he quickly turned his head, but it was already too late. A meteor fell straight down from the sky and turned into a simple chessboard. But just this simple chessboard, in just a blink of an eye, it was over.

He included Sangsang, who was struggling painfully in the carriage.

Ning Que's eyes burst out and he shouted loudly: "How dare you, old bald donkey."

In just a moment, two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

Sangsang’s breath disappeared.

Ning Que couldn't accept that he was about to lose Sangsang.

He did not dare to hesitate, and he no longer cared about massacring these Xuankong Temple disciples and groups of bewitched serfs who were not afraid of death and attacked him crazily.

In the blink of an eye.

Ning Que appeared in front of the chessboard again, holding down the chessboard with one hand.

Now only by breaking the Buddha chessboard can we free Sangsang who is trapped inside the Buddha chessboard.

But since Buddha has already taken action, how can he pretend to break the situation at this time?

As a result, the calm sound of chanting sutras rose melodiously from the mountain road and spread to countless cliffs and temples among the peaks.

The killing stopped.

Countless monks and serfs whose eyes were scarlet just a moment ago, and young monks covered in blood struggled to sit up even with broken arms and legs. They supported their shaky bodies and began to read Buddhist scriptures. The old monk put down his sword and wiped away his wrinkles.

The companions inside started to recite Buddhist scriptures while the blood was splashed on their bodies. The serfs put down their dung forks and sickles, some knelt down, some lay down, fell to the ground, and also began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

A strange scene happened.

I don’t know where, but suddenly the melodious bells sounded again, accompanying these chanting sounds one after another, like an accompaniment.

Chanting sutras becomes Buddha singing.

The entire mountain peak reverberated with the sound of Buddha singing, a breath of compassion, relief but also a solemn and sacred breath, released from countless monks and countless temples, permeating the clouds in the sky and the wilderness underground.

Permeated in Ning Que's ears.

Ning Que's mouth and nose began to bleed.
To be continued...