Chapter 1788 The Buddha is born again (3/3)
Going to war with the Xuanyuan clan?
As the Holy Son, Ji Yang was naturally not easily scared. He held the Seven Treasures Seal and chuckled, "Grudge? That depends on the situation. For us, the Seven Treasures Holy Sect, the most important task now is to obtain the Sun." Monthly order.
And your Xuanyuan clan is obviously a greater threat than Ye Qiubai and the others. In this case, wouldn't it be a better choice to eliminate your Xuanyuan clan first? "
really.
I have to say that this reason makes sense.
Xuanyuan Ling's face was extremely ugly. Although Ji Yang was not as good as him now, the sudden attack left him defenseless. The full blow of the Qibao Seal caused his internal organs to shift.
Coupled with the explosion of Mu Fusheng's thunder spear, and the subsequent use of the power of the fusion of multiple ancient divine thunders to hit him for free.
Now Xuanyuan Ling's hair has been burned bald, and even his eyebrows are gone.
There was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was extremely weak.
If he hadn't used his trump card to forcefully break away, he might have fallen here.
Not only Xuanyuan Ling, but also everyone in the Xuanyuan clan, except Xuanyuan Che, were attacked by the Qibao Sacred Sect.
All of them were injured to one degree or another.
The people from the Star Palace were nearby. Although they did not take action immediately, judging from their positions, they could launch an immediate attack on the Xuanyuan clan at any time.
After all, the Xingchen Palace is not as powerful as the Xuanyuan Clan, so naturally it will not take action against it unless it is a last resort.
Seeing this scene, Xuanyuan Che sighed slightly in his heart.
It seems that it is a bit impossible to capture Ye Qiubai in the ruins.
All this...
Xuanyuan Che looked at Mu Fusheng. Although Mu Fusheng's face had no expression, there was a look in his eyes that he was strategizing and had everything under control.
I'm afraid, he arranged all this.
Mu Fusheng... No wonder he was able to remain unharmed despite being targeted by the Seven Treasures Holy Sect.
When looking at Ye Qiubai, Ye Qiubai's originally depressed aura was also recovering at an extremely fast speed.
Xuanyuan Che sighed and said, "This time Xuanyuan has admitted defeat."
Xuanyuan's disciples looked unwilling, but looking at the situation, that was all they could do.
The people from the Qibao Holy Sect who came this time were not weaker than them.
With them around, the Xuanyuan clan couldn't accomplish their goal.
Ji Yang smiled and said: "Why, you want to run away after you can't fight? I'm afraid it's not such a good thing."
Mu Fusheng smiled mysteriously. He had no doubt that the senior brother would guess his intention and said with a smile: "The senior brother will know it then... I can't say that I am sure, but at least some of the Xuanyuan clan will lose their fighting ability. It’s absolutely possible.”
Um.
Mu Fusheng said he was not sure.
For others, that means they are 100% sure...
On top of the graveyard.
After everyone entered, looking at the coffins in front of the tombstone, everyone could feel a biting chill rushing into their bodies from the soles of their feet.
There are too many graves on the tomb mountain, and the cold air accumulated there is extremely shocking.
Even if Ye Qiubai and others wanted to stop it, there was nothing they could do.
but.
There are two places that are completely different.
One is Ning Chenxin, who relies on the aura of Confucianism and Taoism to block these cold and cold auras.
The other one is Mu Fusheng, who uses the power of thunder to disperse the cold air.
The Confucianism and Taoism breath and the power of thunder have a purifying effect, and have a restraining effect on the large amount of cold and cold air caused by the death air.
at the same time...
There is another ruins.
A bald man wearing an old gray cloth robe stepped onto the tomb with his hands clasped together, surrounded by golden light.
In the golden light, there seemed to be a trickle of heavenly Buddha's voice, ethereal and reverberating in this space.
The Buddha's light shrouded the man's body, and under the horrified eyes of everyone, the cold air could not get close at all.
Once they get close, they will be purified by the Buddha's light.
"He is a Buddhist son of Buddhism, right? Buddhism has been destroyed now. I didn't expect that he is not dead yet."
"That's right...and the cultivation of this Buddhist disciple is not inferior to that of the heirs of those top powerful families!"
"However, I heard that the Buddha has never cared about worldly affairs, and will not even participate in the fight for the secret realm. Why are you here to fight for the Sun and Moon Order this time?"
No one knows why the Buddha appears here.
No one knows what state the Buddha is in now.
But during this test, Fozi was unstoppable, and nothing could stop him.
Buddha paid no attention to the gazes of the people around him, but looked at the entire tomb with pity, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha... cannot sleep forever after death, and there are still worries about him, so let the young monk come to relieve you."
If someone else said this, they might think this person is extremely arrogant.
But what he said from the Buddha's mouth was somewhat compassionate. Secretly, the old man watched this scene and frowned: "The Buddha in this life...can actually condense the relics at this age? It seems that this era is really not to be underestimated. No wonder that person's will will choose him. ”