Wei Yi raised his head, his cloudy eyes met that gaze, and the sound of swords clashing suddenly burst out in the void.

This is a trial!

There are experts and great saints on Mount Xumi, and they have noticed Wei Yi, the great saint of the human race who has followed him.

The eyes of the two great sages collided and struck each other in the void, causing an instant change, like a spark igniting a dry firewood.

The Thousand-Armed Saint Buddha's Dharma Image and Shariputra Buddha's image moved at the same time, but at this ten thousandth of an instant, the Buddha's body of the Relic Buddha Image collapsed again.

Believe in yourself?

Luo Mo shook his head, circulated the avenue, and controlled the power of faith.

As the core, the relic did have the effect of stabilizing the body of faith, but Luo Mo had more than forty ancestor kings helping him at the moment, and three of them were saint kings. His magic power increased sharply, and it was not difficult to deal with a dead man's bone.

What's more, the control and application of the power of belief in the Buddhism of the Three Thousand Avenues is compared to the superficial use of the method of covering the sky. Although West Desert Buddhism has accumulated power of belief, its application is not profound.

There is not much development, it is just to accumulate this resource.

This can be seen from the original work.

They are like setting up a merit box. Most of the time they just put money in it and rarely use it. They lack study and are not as good as the sects on Earth, who at least study how to use it.

Especially the current controller of the Faith Body, the old monk who has reached the realm of Dao-killing King, is not worth mentioning to Luo Mo.

The three thousand arms of the Thousand-Armed Saint Buddha are like a group of dragons hunting for prey, rushing towards the Shariputra, tearing the body of faith in large pieces, directly refining the power of faith torn from the Shariputra, and the world of the three thousand hands

The Dharma has turned into a predatory oven.

How many people have seen such a scene?

For some young monks practicing in temples, this incident is like a scene of spiritual collapse. The invincible Buddha body is being desecrated, torn to pieces, and refined.

"Amitabha……"

The old monk could only recite the name of the Buddha, because no matter how he controlled it at this moment, it was of no avail. A strange force fell on him.

It does not harm him, but the spiritual thoughts, Dharma, mudras, and various methods of manipulating the relics that he sends out will never reach the relics and allow the Buddha bone relics to be received.

It's like an invisible gap has opened up.

It's like a pen that writes the causes, but the pen blackens out all the effects. There are causes but no effects, and orders cannot be fulfilled.

Even though the Buddha's bone relics have divine power, the Thousand-Armed Saint Buddha actually used a series of secret techniques to try to refine the Buddha's bones and gain control of the Buddha's bone relics using a mysterious and unpredictable Buddhist method.

The Buddha Bone Relic seemed to be confused, and he was actually willing to get close to the Dharma Appearance of the Thousand-Armed Saint Buddha, dividing the body of faith he controlled bit by bit and handing it over to the other party.

It's not that the Thousand-Armed Saint Buddha's Dharma sign is so powerful that it can directly tear the Relic Buddha sign to pieces, but that the Relic Buddha sign is actively cooperating.

Wei Yi was stunned.

He originally thought that even if the Buddha was well prepared and confident of winning, he still had to reveal some of his trump cards.

But he didn't expect his opponent to collapse inexplicably.

"Is this cause and effect?" He thought to himself, while opening his eyes wide, trying to see some traces of cause and effect.

Luo Mo was running at full strength at the moment, and his body was as cracked as porcelain, but it was constantly being repaired. The power of more than forty ancestor kings was constantly being fed to him, making his body somewhat unbearable.

After all, the ancestors and kings are also pouring pure Yang pills at this moment, and then sending the power to Luo Mo so that he can operate his own Thousand-Handed Saint Buddha Dharma.

The Great Cause and Effect Technique is running at overclocking frequency. There is a cloud in the eyes of the Thousand-Armed Saint Buddha. There are people, gods, ghosts, and princes and generals in the cloud. Their races and origins are all different, and they change all the time. Every living thing has not a single plant or tree.

They are all connected by causal threads.

This is the art of great cause and effect.

It was with the help of the second-ranked Three Thousand Avenues and the support of dozens of ancestors that Luo Mo was able to influence this Buddha bone relic, cut off the old monk's connection with it, distort and bridge cause and effect, and allow himself to

control.

This relic statue is very powerful. If he really wanted to fight it, Luo Mo would probably have to dig out quasi-emperor weapons or quasi-emperor forbidden weapons, or even imperial weapons.

But the fun is yet to come, so why show your trump card now? Although everyone has guessed that he is accompanied by imperial soldiers, it would be pointless to reveal it too early.

Since the Western Desert is so big, he doesn't believe that there are no flaws, so he would just find the weak points and then give it a fatal blow.

"snort!"

A cold snort came from a distant place, and the three thousand arms of the Thousand-Armed Saint Buddha Dharma Image, which was refining the relics and the body of faith, were suddenly shaken open.

Luo Mo refused to give up and still wanted to refine the body of faith and the Buddha's bone relics, but this body Lengheng actually brought a Tao power and was injected into the Buddha's bone relics.

The Buddha's light shines, and the golden body sheds its shell.

A six-foot-long golden body unexpectedly broke away from the body of faith, held the Buddha's bone relics in his hands, and suddenly escaped into the ground.

Luo Mo controlled the Thousand-Handed Saint Buddha Dharma to intercept it, but it was all ineffective. The previous body of faith was like clay to him and could be easily shattered, but this six-foot-long golden body condensed with the power of faith was extremely strong. His three

Thousands of arms could not shake it, and it broke free and disappeared into the ground.

The Western Desert has always been someone else's territory. Now when a fish enters the water, it will naturally disappear without a trace.

The core of faith.

It was a form condensed with the core of the faith power. The faith power on the surface of the faith body was easily stripped away by Luo Mo, but at the core, the power offered by the fanatic believers, Luo Mo could not easily shake it.

Unless the other party doesn't move where he is, obediently let him refine it.

pity.

Luo Mo was not impatient and simply returned all the faith power gained from tearing the body of faith to the ancient temple on the border of the Western Desert.

Those who plan for the overall situation should not be greedy for one area.

Returning the power of faith is something that the old monk did not expect. It is a custom in the monk community to have the loot plundered if you lose in a battle of skills. Just now, you have received help from the strong men on Mount Sumeru, so that not even the Buddha's bones and relics were taken away.

Now, the other party has even returned the power of faith.

Seeing all the power of faith that had returned from the rainbow pouring into the temple, the old monk immediately admitted defeat.

"Amitabha, Your Excellency has won this battle."

"Do you want to learn my Buddhist teachings?" Luo Mo asked half-jokingly.

The old monk turned sideways, indicating to get out of the way, and lowered his head and said: "Your Excellency, Buddha, please go west. The reason why I failed is because the Dharma is not profound enough. There are thousands of ancient temples in the West Desert, and there are profound Dharma hidden in them."

"Taller than me?"

The old monk did not answer, but extended his hand to welcome the guests, "I don't dare to speak nonsense, I need you to judge for yourself, please."

Luo Mo shook his head slightly, "Sooner or later, you are mine."

"Forget it, let's go to the ancient temple where the six-character mantra is passed down first."
Chapter completed!