Chapter 86

Facing the sarcasm implied in Su Wei's words, Master Mingjue didn't care, and replied in a gentle tone: "I am ashamed of the talent of the master of the foreign race. I was completely defeated in the first battle back then, and because of this, I left behind a wound that is difficult to recover from." The root of the disease, until today.

After sitting in the mountain gate for more than 20 years, if I didn't get some occasional income, I really wouldn't dare to go out and make a fool of myself.

No matter how incompetent I am, I won't embarrass a child.

It's just that Su's benefactor's little Tanyue was born with a devil's fetus. In order to avoid causing harm to the common people, he had to be invited back to Qingliang Mountain for a trip, hoping to dispel the devil's nature with Buddhism.

Master Chen is a generation of pride, and he is still better than other patriarchs of the same age. I dare not extravagantly hope to win, but only hope to stay with the master for a while, and fight for a way out for the fellow sects. "

"Master is really a good-tempered monk. He was injured so badly by the patriarch of the foreign race back then, and now he can join forces with the foreign race to invade the sacred domain of our religion." Zhang Tianheng said hesitantly.

Su Wei glanced at him and nodded secretly.

It seemed that his words were sarcasm, but Zhang Tianheng's words were actually secretly testing the other party. Apart from Zuo Xianwang Xiuzhe's team, how many other masters of other races went south.

In particular, has the alien patriarch left the customs?

Master Mingjue didn't seem to notice the tricks in Zhang Tianheng's words, and answered very frankly: "The Black Emperor came to the south because of his personal decision, and he came here because of his personal grievances with Master Chen."

Su Wei's eyes flashed: "Master is a monk, don't lie, the black emperor was defeated by the leader of our sect, and fled for his life, all relying on the rank of the twelve flying generals under the command of the sword emperor." . "

Master Mingjue's voice gradually faded away.

And the sound of the Buddha's chant and the sound of bells and drums filled the sky, becoming louder and almost deafening.

But such a noisy sound does not make people feel disturbed, but more peaceful and peaceful.

It is so peaceful that I am addicted to it, and I can't extricate myself.

There was nothing in my mind, and I couldn't think of anything else.

Even with Zhang Tianheng's help, Su Wei, who was in the realm of Wu Zong, felt slightly in a trance.

Other people whose cultivation level is lower than his are more strongly affected.

In front of everyone's eyes, with the imperial chariot of the six dragons as the center, a radius of several kilometers around was shrouded in a piece of glazed Buddha light.

In the Buddha's light, one can vaguely see lotus flowers in full bloom, and bodhi trees branching out.

There are thousands of pagodas erected in mid-air.

There are relic pearls on the pagoda, emitting multicolored light.

A series of golden lamps hang above the pagoda, and the lights are always bright, illuminating the world in ten directions.

People hear Sanskrit sounds lingering in their ears, and they seem to be able to smell bursts of sandalwood in their mouths and noses, which makes people feel more peaceful.

At the end, above the imperial chariot of the six dragons, the Buddha appeared faintly and preached the scriptures.

That Buddha is not a phantom, but seems real.

The Buddha's body became bigger and bigger, so big that it seemed to be infinite, filling the heaven and the earth.

The imperial chariot seemed to be getting smaller and smaller in front of him, until it was as small as mustard dust.

The six flood dragons roared uneasily at first, but their roars soon became deeper and their eyes became dazed.

Zhang Tianheng and Su Wei looked at each other.

No wonder Bing Maha dared to come out again.

It turned out that he had really figured out a way to redisplay the strength of the thirteenth realm, the Real Form realm.

Although it is not the power of Emperor Wu as everyone usually says, it comes from spiritual suppression.

But among them, the level of power is undoubtedly comparable to that of the King of Wu.

The Sanskrit chanting in Qingliang Temple was originally a masterpiece in the vast land of China, and it can almost be called the first-tone killing technique.

Now Master Mingjue has been practicing for many years, concentrating on the study, and has attained the attainment of Sanskrit chanting, which has achieved the magic of turning the false into the real, and transforming the Buddhaland of the Pure Land with the Sanskrit sound.

Although the Burning Sea Six Tones in the Thirty-Six Secret Biography of the Devil's Sect is also famous for its domineering sound killing technique, it is inevitably not as good as the opponent's Sanskrit Chanting.

Demon masters of the same realm cannot fight against such a pure land of Sanskrit sounds with the six sounds of Burning Sea...

Just as the two of them were thinking of this, they heard Chen Luoyang's voice from the hall behind them.

"Sick Maha?" His tone was calm and unwavering.

"You are not sick, but stupid."

Accompanied by the sound of the voice, there was also a "boom".

The sound was extremely ear-piercing, instantly destroying the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere of the Pure Land.

Then, there was another "boom".

Like gold and iron clashing.

The air of endless slaughter came, which made people frightened and excited, and their blood was racing.

In the hall.

Chen Luoyang sat high on the seat, calm and composed.

Tap the armrest of the seat with the fingers of the right hand.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The usual inconspicuous knocking sounds sounded like invisible magic soldiers coming from the six dragon emperor's chariot, piercing through the Sanskrit Pure Land.

At present, the power of the thirteenth realm can be used at most to break the Sanskrit sound, and the three moves may not be enough.

But what the leader didn't know before, now I can...

Chen Luoyang half drooped his eyelids.

The originally flickering black light in the pupils turned into dark gold.