Great Slaughter System

Western Regions.

In a huge ancient temple that was illuminated by Buddha's light and looked like a palace, bells were ringing continuously.

Every time the bell rings, there will be bursts of Sanskrit sounds coming from the ancient temple.

The ancient temple is very huge. If you look at it from the air, the entire ancient temple stretches for thousands of miles, and you can't see the edge at a glance, which is extremely shocking.

Around the ancient temple, there are large and small temples everywhere, and those temples are like the guards of the ancient temple, protecting the ancient temple.

At this time, in a magnificent hall of the ancient temple, a young monk with delicate features, red lips and white teeth, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.

Behind the little monk is a huge statue of Buddha.

The Buddha statue is not made of vulgar gold, but a material that looks like gold and stone.

The Buddha statue pinches the lotus finger with one hand and smiles on its face. No matter how you look at it, it seems to be smiling at the world.

The appearance of this Buddha statue is different from any other Buddha on the earth.

The young monk sitting cross-legged on the futon has a solemn and solemn face.

Around the little monk sat three monks.

The three monks have different expressions, some are kind, some are majestic, and some are calm.

The three of them sat beside the little monk, chanting scriptures with their eyes closed.

Although the three of them were chanting sutras, serious expressions flashed across their faces from time to time.

With the passage of time, a layer of sweat appeared on the young monk's smooth forehead, as if he was under some great pressure.

Intermittent images flashed through the mind of the little monk, there were images of blood flowing into rivers, images of warriors fighting, and images of corpses forming mountains.

There is also a picture of Buddhist temples being destroyed by handprints flying from the sky.

Seeing the scene of the destruction of Buddhism, the little monk's forehead became more sweaty.

Finally, the picture of the little monk stopped, stopping at the picture of two figures confronting each other.

The two were tall and tall, with their feet on the void, exuding bursts of powerful aura that would destroy the world.

One of them was surrounded by long swords, and each of those long swords exuded a terrifying aura.

The long sword flew around the man, and the surrounding space continued to shatter and overlap. The scene was extremely terrifying.

The man's face was blurry and he couldn't see clearly. He could only vaguely see that he should be a middle-aged man with a tall and straight figure, like a nine-day god king, exuding a huge coercion.

But when the little monk saw another person, he couldn't help but tremble in his soul.

In reality, the little monk sitting cross-legged on the futon couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

I saw the man opposite the middle-aged man, wearing a pitch-black robe, which was blown by the strong wind from the nine heavens and exploded.

Every flutter of the pitch-black robe would cause the space to vibrate. What frightened the little monk even more was the inexplicable pattern embroidered on the man's black robe. The little monk felt as if his soul was about to be sucked away just by looking at those patterns.

Just as the little monk was struggling to resist, there was a sound of chanting sutras, and the little monk's spiritual consciousness finally stabilized.

The little monk who recovered was frightened for a while, and looked at the man in black with horror.

If it weren't for the sudden sound of chanting sutras, his soul might have been sucked away. This was only caused by the clothes on the man's body. If the man took the initiative, I don't know how terrifying it would be.

Next to the man in the pitch-black robe floated a jet-black weapon box, and at this moment, swords and swords flew out of the weapon box, floating on both sides of the man in the black robe.

Although the man in the black robe only had one sword and one sword, his aura was no weaker than that of the man opposite him.

With the terrifying aura emanating from the sword, the surrounding space continued to distort and deform, although it didn't tear the space apart like the sword surrounded by the person on the opposite side. But it is even more frightening, because the people in black robes are changing the space, and everyone knows that it is easy to destroy and difficult to repair, but the people in black robes are not only repairing, but even seem to be controlling the space, preventing it from being damaged.

The man in the black robe wears a gloomy and strange mask. The mask exudes a majestic aura, like a king who controls the creatures in the world, giving people incomparable coercion.

When he saw the mask, the little monk couldn't help but tremble in his soul.

Immediately, two names inexplicably emerged from his mind.

"Tianzun"

"Tianqi Rensheng the Great"

Just as the little monk's soul looked at the two, the two figures also looked over.

"roll!!!"

The shouts of the two resounded in unison, and in an instant, the landslide and tsunami, the plane of Zhenwu Continent where the two were located, seemed to be destroyed, constantly shaking.

It wasn't until the drinking sound disappeared that the whole world calmed down.

And the spiritual consciousness of the little monk was shaken away when the two roared out.

In reality, on the young monk's handsome face, the seven orifices were bleeding at the same time, and the mouth was also spitting out blood.

"Not good, the consciousness of Lingzun seems to have been attacked."

The three monks didn't say anything, and the power of the three of them rushed out in an instant, enveloping the young monk in an instant.

Finally, after the three monks vomited blood and flew backwards, the little monk woke up faintly.

The three monks didn't care about their injuries, and hurriedly asked, "Master Ling, what did you see?"

Lingzun, a name for Buddhism in Zhenwu Continent, Lingzun is equivalent to the reincarnated Buddha of Tantric Buddhism on earth.

The little monk's appearance is extremely miserable now. Although Qi Kong no longer bleeds, the blood stains left by the blood still remain.

The little monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's mantra.

"I saw two people."

The expressions of the three monks were startled, they did not speak, and continued to wait for Lingzun's next words.

"Those two people are the beginning of the catastrophe and the end of the catastrophe."

The three old monks looked at each other, and one of the old monks with a majestic face said: "Please show me clearly."

"Don't say it, don't say it."

As soon as the words fell, the little monk was no longer alive, and just sat there.

"Amitabha."

The three monks performed the salute together and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"Lingzun has gone well all the way, and wishes to be reborn in bliss and come to the world again."

After speaking, the gate of the main hall opened, and the figures of the three monks disappeared in the main hall.

What frightened Shen Lang was not Guan Shengdi's identity, but the relationship between True Dragon Art and Shen Kun.

In Shen Lang's memory, Shen Kun has always explained that he obtained the True Dragon Art by accident.

So why did he never say where he got it? Every time Shen Wuming asked each other, Shen Kun was always ambiguous, making people feel cloudy and foggy.

In the last battle between the Shen family and Shen Kun's mysterious disappearance, it stands to reason that the Shen family is just a family that has been established for less than a hundred years. Shen Kun's personality is relatively rigid, and he has very few friends in the world.

Not to mention people from the Void Realm came to rescue him, everything, fog appeared again, the witnesses at that time, Li Zongquan and others were all dead, only some warriors from various families who participated in the war at that time remained.

Those people probably didn't know anything, only Li Zongquan and others knew the situation at that time best.

It's a pity that all the parties involved are dead, and most of them were killed by himself, which made Shen Lang dumbfounded.