Chapter 103

"Boom!!"

Thousands of monks in the White Horse Temple roared and shattered the drizzle.

They pushed their arms horizontally, as if they were rolling a grinding plate to destroy the world. Their blood was surging, and a vast Buddha palm came out to block out the sky and the sun.

People in the village trembled. They were afraid. Their left hand wrapped around their right hand, praying, and constantly chanting the ancient scriptures.

Gradually they were no longer afraid.

Little by little, the light floated from them. This is faith, mental power, and another form of merit incense.

The pious heart is tied to the White Horse Temple.

"Hum!"

The distant heaven and earth were surging, and the existence standing on God hummed.

A vast dark cloud emerged, like a terrible killing wheel suppressing the Buddha's hand, with unparalleled ferocity and arrogance towards all sentient beings.

A big man tried to break the Bergamot.

Boom!

The killing wheel collided with the bergamot, rippling the sky. The Buddha Qi overflowed and the magic power was towering. Wave after wave of chaotic waves hit the world.

Is there any difference between the unimaginable scene and the end of the world?

There's no difference.

"Buddhism really has some ways."

In another world, there are big people whispering, seemingly praising, but their eyes are cold and deep, not like boasting.

At this time.

A pair of terrible eyes tear open the shackles of space and look at this world.

The masters of their eyes are moving. They are walking towards this world, walking hundreds of millions of miles, pacing calmly, and stepping on the world of mortals.

Forbidden area of the Qin Dynasty.

The old man looked at the direction of the White Horse Temple with his hands on his back. His eyes were shining. No one knew what he was thinking.

At the same time, the great enemies of the Qin Dynasty, the Feixian God Dynasty and the Nandu God Dynasty, all have great figures standing in the cave or in the forest.

What's more terrible is that someone moved and tore open the void.

"Boom!"

There were terrible ripples outside the White Horse Temple.

Endless chaos swirled around, making the monks near the White Horse Temple turn upside down, and some people died under the influence of this.

A buzz.

A beam of Buddha light rushed up from the high tower of the White Horse Temple.

Different from the light column recording dust, it scattered and turned into a towering big umbrella to cover the White Horse Temple and villages, the tower turned into an umbrella handle, and the light turned into a big curtain to cover everything.

Umbrella, shelter from wind and rain, shelter from fishy wind and blood rain.

People in the village burst into tears when they saw this scene.

"No, No."

People in the village cry.

"Damn it." the cat's white face was ugly.

It looked at the four sides of the sky, "there is more than one statue coming, which is almost more than the number of hands."

Cat Bai looked around. Fang Xuan was calm and had no waves. There was a smile on his face, which made him puzzled.

"Can you still laugh?"

"Why not laugh."

Fang Xuan looked back at cat Bai and asked.

He went out of the wing room and went to the tower. He pulled his right hand to his left waist. There was a faint flash in the air. He held the dryland sword in his hand.

He enjoyed the scene and enjoyed it.

Endless years, he is close to this scene to polish the boring time.

Dong Dong

On the way to the tower, Fang Xuan knocked on the ground with his sword.

Every time there are ripples, like stones falling on the lake, rippling water waves, the earth lights up, and terrible symbols appear on the surface of the earth.

Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang

Monks have Buddhist and Taoist sticks in their hands. They knock in the void and the iron rings shake.

There is a Buddha virtual shadow emerging.

Ashura Buddha, bu Dong Ming king, nu Mu King Kong, eighteen Arhats

The virtual shadow of Ten Thousand Buddhas stands all over the sky, and the Buddha's light shines. This land seems to be the legendary paradise, the land of the West sky.

"Kill!"

There was a sound of killing and cutting outside, and the figures of creatures appeared one by one.

"Buddha!"

When the Ten Thousand Buddhas moved, they killed the creatures in all directions. They were full of Buddha light. Without the silence of Buddha, there was a scene of futu.

During the collision, the flesh and blood of the living creatures exploded, and no one could stop the killing opportunity of the Buddha, which made the living creatures thrilled and aroused their murderous nature.

One of the four creatures, he has four eyes and six ears, standing in the sky.

He fought with the Buddha and fought.

"You want to protect the creatures in the heaven and earth, how can you wait?" the creature made a cold sound, turned into a magic peak and smashed it at the village.

"My Buddha is merciful."

There are bursts of Buddhist sounds in Baima temple, and Wutong and Wuming are also among them.

They are like little Buddhas, standing in the village between heaven and earth, sitting in front of each other and reciting scriptures.

Dong!!

The Buddha's voice shook and flew over the mountain.

"Masters of the White Horse Temple, you don't have to protect us." those who have martial arts drink.

A warrior appeared.

There were thousands of them, and they rushed out of the protection range of the Buddha umbrella without hesitation.

"I curse you with my blood. I curse you for not being able to improve your accomplishments from generation to generation."

The warrior didn't fight with those people. They tempered themselves to death and turned them into a mass of resentment and curse.

"Damn it."

The creatures screamed angrily and didn't want to be contaminated with that resentment.

There are also creatures who ignore, explore the void and crush the grievances, "it's just the grievances of a group of mole ants, which won't have any effect on us."

Hiss, hiss

Resentment touched his body, smoke, can not get close to him.

A big demon stared coldly, "in vain."

The White Horse Temple monks have blood and tears in their eyes. How can they not understand the ideas of the villagers.

They don't want to occupy the place. Without them, the protection scope of the White Horse Temple becomes smaller, which is a good thing for the White Horse Temple. Their death is meaningless, but it is meaningful.

"May you have no more pain in your next life." Wuming shed tears in his eyes and sang the Sutra of transcendence.

Boom!!

There is a vast virtual shadow in the west, and he is full of divine brilliance.

Outside the East sky, there is a longicorn under the starry sky. It comes from the sky. On its body, there is an old figure with white beard and hair and Taoist robes.

The stars were twinkling and suddenly the stars fell.

The dazzling star light of the South dipper is a masterpiece, and a star shines from the sky.

Out of the starlight came a man, eight feet tall and shrouded in the vast war spirit. He held a starry war knife. The body of the knife was a whole starry sky with bright stars. The whole person was cold and arrogant but powerful.

In the south, tens of thousands of miles of the sky is dark.

A huge snake appeared. Its body was too long to see the end at a glance. It was tens of thousands of miles long.

"Roar!" he opened his mouth to reveal the snake sound, which was like a rock.

The most peculiar thing is that it has four wings on its back. The wind and thunder roared in the sky, as if the gods were shouting and roaring, and the sound frightened the sky.

The huge snake pupil looked at the White Horse Temple coldly, which made countless creatures afraid that it would swallow the whole earth and eat all sentient beings.

In the more distant world.

There is also an extremely terrible figure tearing through the void, which is terrible to the extreme.

They are coming to this starry sky. Although man has not arrived, his power has come and overturned the world.

As cat Bai said, more than ten big people will fight against the White Horse Temple.

In the position of the great Qin Dynasty, there are several figures standing under the starry sky. They are thin, fat, male or female, emitting the same breath, which makes the heavens cry and the gods dare not look up.

These are some big people!

But they didn't move and didn't want to go to the White Horse Temple. Some stood and looked far away.

"Didn't you come? Why did you come with me?"

"This is a rare war. If you don't look at it, you can't say it's ordinary."

"Hee hee, I see my little brother."

"Where?!"

They are talking, standing in the clouds

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