Just when Shi Xiaoxiao offered no resistance at all and handed the bag of rags to Jiulong Dijia Tian, the immortal Buddha with a cracked golden body in the Buddhist formation on the battlefield suddenly spoke!
The great Buddha who gave up his golden body and suppressed the whole audience saw that the treasure he had exchanged for his life fell into the hands of outsiders. His eyes were cracked and he roared in anger. The five words were like thunder and thunder in the sky. The great Buddha's head and body were roaring.
The shape explodes, expands, expands again!
Streams of bloody divine light poured out from the cracks in the body of the Immortal Buddha. At this moment, the Buddha was bathed in blood!
In the blink of an eye, there was a loud roar, the bell was deafening, and the huge Buddha's body was shattered to pieces!
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No matter what, the death of the Immortal Buddha is certain. In order to protect Shi Xiaoxiao from seizing the treasure and escaping, he tried his best to destroy his golden body to suppress the crowd. Afterwards, regardless of whether Shi Xiaoxiao could escape safely, his golden body was bound to be destroyed, and the Immortal Buddha's
His life will also disappear. But this kind of death is not pure. He is doing things for the Buddha. Even if his body and soul are destroyed, with years of practice, there will still be a thread of mind and wisdom to escape the disaster and fall into reincarnation to practice again.
When the opportunity comes thousands of years later, the Buddha will personally enlighten and promote this great meritorious person, and then he can return to the throne of the Buddha!
But now the golden body is no longer destroyed and returned to reincarnation.
The Immortal Buddha saw the treasure lying around with his own eyes. If he failed to seize the treasure, he would only be guilty of dereliction of duty, and there would be no talk of meritorious deeds. If a guilty person enters reincarnation, how can he be favored by the Buddha again, and how can he have the opportunity to cultivate again?
Buddhist temple.
What kind of principles are there among the high gods and Buddhas? I am the master and he is the slave. I give him glory and power, and he swears allegiance to me to the death. I ask him to seize the treasure. If he succeeds, he can
He will be honored and respected again. If he fails... then he will owe me that treasure.
The Great Buddha of Immortality is enshrined in the altar in the west. He understands this truth very well. If he cannot get that treasure, he will owe the Buddha that treasure. Reincarnation will only leave endless pain and torture!
The loss of the treasure is reincarnation and purgatory, and there is no hope of returning to immortality. So... there is no need for reincarnation or rebirth, let's die together! The body of the Immortal Buddha burst into pieces, it is no longer as simple as the destruction of the golden body, but:
Break the Bodhi, cut off the root of wisdom, and leave behind me the life of reincarnation for thousands of years. In exchange for the rumbling of heaven's power, I will become the annihilation of all lifetimes!
The body of the great Buddha was shattered into pieces, and a golden wind descended from it.
When the strong wind passed by, all the flying swords, golden rings, and the magic weapons that were painstakingly refined by collecting golden marrow and jade roots turned into dust and smoke; all the demons, ghosts, saints, and immortal bodies protected by Yuan Dharma turned into blood mist, and the three thousand miles of golden wind
Sweeping across the battlefield. Three thousand miles of golden wind destroying all directions!
The sound of the wind annihilates the fierce battle, the sound of the wind annihilates the screams, and the sound of the wind annihilates the lives that should have lived forever.
After a cup of tea, the golden wind of death that the Immortal Buddha paid for with his life dispersed, and several more eye-catching things appeared on the battlefield outside An'an Prefecture: pagodas, mountains, and snakes.
On the west side of the battlefield, a black-grey tower towers straight into the distant starry sky. The tall tower looks weird, with ferocious ghost heads embedded in layers on top of the tower. The ghost heads are surrounded by countless ghost seals. After the golden wind dissipates, the tower collapses without leakage.
Several ghost kings of Yuan fell into the air, all of them looking pale. When the Buddha's Nirvana came, the evil ghosts of Wuluo Yuan formed a formation in time and formed a ghost condensation tower. They finally withstood the killing and narrowly escaped the disaster of annihilation.
Pass;
On the south side of the battlefield, there is a majestic and majestic mountain. A middle-aged man dressed as a mortal emperor is sitting on the mountainside. His expression has not changed at all. Jia Tian's cultivation level is even beyond Su Jing's guess. He can summon the gods with the way of mountains and heavens.
Suppress the golden wind and survive the disaster safely.
Just opposite the mountain, there is a big pink snake with a coiled body. It has a majestic shape and is stronger than a real heavenly dragon. The snake body has weird patterns. It is actually a plum pattern. Compared to the mountains in Jiati, the condition of the giant plum snake is pretty good.
It was in a state of embarrassment. The snake's skin was cracked in many places and its eyes were dull. It was obviously beaten hard by the Great Buddha's golden wind of death. But no matter how embarrassed it was, at least it protected Shi Xiaoxiao and survived this catastrophe.
The next moment, the giant snake disappeared, and Shi Xiaoxiao's true form appeared, as if he was drunk, his body swayed and his steps were sloppy, and there were two blushes on his face. The sign of injury made him even more charming.
The Ghost King of Wuluoyuan, Jiulongjiatian, and the Demonic Monk of Living Color are all still alive with their strength, unique skills, and rare treasures. However, most of the ordinary immortals on the battlefield are not so lucky. A golden wind will wipe out most of them.
life.
Fortunately, before the death of the Immortal Buddha, his deep hatred was attached to the three forces of Wuluoyuan, Jiatian, and Shi Xiaoxiao. Most of the power of Nirvana Golden Wind was placed in the direction of the three groups. But even so, the scene
Among the other immortals, only one or two out of ten could escape with their lives.
After the wind passed, no one fought anymore. Shock and fear temporarily suppressed greed, and then: weakness. Hardly resisting a catastrophe of annihilation from the Buddha, including several great kings of destruction from Wuluoyuan, almost no survivors
Everyone has lost their strength, and the only one whose strength is not lost is the majestic man in the sky, who is the most powerful person in Jiulong.
Shantian Dao Altar is just an inconspicuous small altar in the immortal world, and Jiulong is in the mortal world, let alone worth mentioning. But who would have thought that Shantian Dao Taishang Patriarch, the king of the world in Jiulong, would be so powerful, coming from the Buddha?
The killing of Nirvana is no more than a spring breeze to him.
Blow up, blow over, blow over, disperse, Jia Tian is still Jia Tian.
The bag of rags is in Jia Tian's hands. With the current situation on the battlefield, no one is qualified to fight with Jia Tian.
But Jiatian's face was not good-looking. His Tianshan Mountains had not folded up. On the contrary, the mountain had grown a bit larger. Jiatian stood on the mountainside, holding his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky with cold eyes.
In the An'anzhou Formation, Yan Wuwang wondered: "What is he doing? Why doesn't he leave when he has the treasure in hand?"
"I can't walk." Shang Shangli sat on the ground, licking his paws: "There is no leakage in the world, and there is no way to get trapped in the air. If you act rashly, you will definitely die. The big guy from the Northwest Dynasty has arrived."
Sure enough, before Shang Shangli finished speaking, a huge face quietly appeared in the starry sky high in the distance, a ghostly face covering his sight.
With green faces and fangs, bright red eyes, and grimaces appearing, several Wuluoyuan ghost kings in the battlefield immediately knelt down, chanting ghost curses loudly in their mouths, praying with their bodies, and kowtow to King Wuluoyuan!
Su Jing also looked at Xingtian Ghost Face: "Who is he?"
"This person ranks fifth among the seven heads of the Wuluoyuan Ghost Family, and his name is Agutouxu." Lie Xiaoer transmitted the message into the secret. Even though it was a secret message, he still kept his voice extremely low: "He is not the only one. According to legend, Wu,
Six and two ghost masters were inseparable, one with a fierce head and the other with a mournful body. Only when they meet together can they be considered a 'complete person'. The two are rarely separated. The fifth master has arrived at the Agutou Ruins, and the sixth master is late.
Ling Shengui must have arrived too."
The two ghost masters Wu Liuyuan arrived outside the Anxious State!
Not only the two ghost masters, but also seven great destruction kings, thirteen little ferocious kings and three hundred evil evil gods will accompany them. Moreover, fierce ghost formations have been deployed in all directions, even on the battlefield.
The restless states were all besieged.
Although the Great Buddha's self-destruction attack failed to kill Jiatian, it still hindered him and prevented him from evacuating the battlefield in time. At this moment, he couldn't escape anymore.
After all, the Northwest Immortal Realm is still where Wuluoyuan's power lies, and the Gui Family will be the first to receive real reinforcements!
A ghost's face appeared in the sky, but it didn't speak. The ghost's face was ferocious, but its eyes were neither happy nor angry, and it just looked at Jia Tian indifferently, who was so strong that he could hold a rag in his hand.
Jia Tian looked at him. After three breaths, his expression relaxed. He raised his hand and threw the bag of rags high into the sky. If he really wanted to fight, would he be able to defeat him? What Jia Tian thought about was not whether he could win, but even if he won, what would happen to him anyway?
Time will be delayed, and there will be endless immortals and demons coming to kill, and there will be endless fighting and fierce battles... The time has passed, and when it is time to let it go, there is no look of distress on Jiatian's face.
A slight smile appeared on the ghost's face suspended in the sky: "It's alive." After the two words, the ghost's face did not close its mouth and directly swallowed the tattered bag that flew up into its mouth.
After a fierce battle between tigers and dragons, it finally came to an end. An Anzhou Lingbao was born and fell into the hands of Northwest Wuluoyuan! After the ghost face in the starry sky swallowed the tattered bag, the air wave rolled away and the ghost face disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The two ghost masters did not stay where they were, and directly triggered the escape method to return to the Wuluo Abyss. With the power of the ghost masters, they had nothing to fear, but this treasure was too precious. If they stayed here for a little longer, maybe the ghost masters in the north would
The Great Star King or the Great Buddha in the West will also appear. It is not scary to fight, but it is not as safe as returning to the nest.
Wu Liu Yuan is guarded by a ferocious magic formation, and countless fierce ghost soldiers will set up defenses. Even if the other four major forces join forces to attack, they can still sustain it for a while. The lair is the most secure place, and it is safe to open the bag and retrieve the treasure.
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Perhaps because he felt that Jia Tian was interested, or because he saw the strength of this person and was unwilling to engage in real action with him, the ghost master did not make things difficult for him after Jia Tian gave up the bag.
After getting it and losing it again, Jia Tian no longer raised his head to look at the sky. He flashed from the sky and fell into An'anzhou, intending to find out the origin of this treasure. Even though the spiritual treasure was no longer there, it might still be there.
If some 'root veins' remain, there may not be any harvest.
As soon as he landed, Jia Tian saw Lie Xiaoer who was staying in An'anzhou. Jia Tian was slightly startled. We often do business and we are acquaintances: "Why are you here?"
Without waiting for Lie Xiaoer's reply, Jia Tian thoughtfully pointed to the eight characters "There is no treasure here, there really is none" that was still floating in the sky: "Did you write it?"
Lie Xiaoer nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. A, we won't get involved in Anxious State's affairs. But those eight words are the truth."
"I told you earlier." Jia Tian suddenly laughed, and his whole body relaxed suddenly, and his figure jumped into the sky again. He just left without asking for details, and he didn't even bother to check the place.
In a blink of an eye he had disappeared.
Jia Tian left, but everyone else did not leave, and fell into Anxiety State one after another. However, as the treasure bag was taken away by Wu Liu Yuan, the mood of the surviving immortals changed a lot. There was no longer any intention to fight, but more
Explore the source of the treasure and see if there is any small advantage to take advantage of. They seek knowledge and profit, but it is impossible for them to fight as hard as before and sacrifice their lives.
All the immortals were in the clearest place, and everyone was stunned when they saw Lie Xiaoer. Brother Xiaoer was unknown, but the tokens of immunity from death from head to toe were very eye-catching. Lie Xiaoer smiled brightly, and everyone nodded when he saw him.
He bowed to say hello and made it clear that he just happened to meet him and had nothing to do with him. Please don't embarrass him...
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Something happened today that delayed a lot of time. I only have one update, sorry.