I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The sound of reading aloud resounded throughout the beautiful land.

This is the study place of the Han clan, and also the Confucian world of Han Changli, the head of the temple.

In this world, talent is still important, but hard work also has incredible power.

It was once commented by a half-sage that if you study here, if you work hard, your potential will increase by at least 30%.

That is to say, the talent that originally stopped at the fourth rank can gain the future of a great scholar at the third rank here.

This is the magical effect of "hard work".

In this world of Confucianism, Han Changli's holy question is engraved: Why study?

And the answer is this rule of Confucianism--

There are roads and diligence in the mountain of books, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning and hard work!

In the previous dynasty, there were two semi-sages, Sun Jing and Su Qin, who evolved the supernatural powers of "hanging the head from the beam" and "stabbing the buttocks" to enhance the potential of the Confucian scholars of the human race. Is the first person.

When Feng Sheng opened Jinxiu, Shujun Yan Qingchen wrote the holy way "encouraging learning" with his own hand, and for this Fang Tiandi acted as a town——

"Third watch lights and five watch chickens are when the man is studying."

"Black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, but Bai Shoufang regrets studying late."

At this moment, Han Changli was reading the bound volume of "Journey to the West" under the ginkgo tree for the first few times, when he suddenly felt something, closed the pages of the book, and looked forward.

The space under Han Changli's gaze was distorted, and then a figure walked out of it.

"Wenchang is here..." Han Changli said with a faint smile, and the figure also solidified, his whole body swayed slightly, and then restrained.

"I've seen the teacher." The half-sage named Wenchang bowed, and listened to the sound of reading in his ears, and smiled slightly, "It's been a long time since I came to the teacher's hardworking world, listening to the sound of these children reading, it reminds me of the past .”

"What happened in the past?" Han Changli motioned for the other party to sit down, and said with a smile, "Is it because I studied too hard in the world of my sage and didn't return for ten years, and after going out, I found out that the woman I love is already married?"

The half-sage on the opposite side smiled helplessly when he heard the words: "Master, don't mention this matter again."

Han Changli became interested, and said, "You are the one who doesn't mention it, and you are the one who writes poems."

"Huanjun's Pearl is in tears, wishing to meet when she was not married..."

"Those who don't know, think my hard-working world is a place of tigers and wolves!"

"Don't think that if you use a woman's tone, as a teacher, you don't know that you wrote this poem back then."

Zhang Wenchang hurriedly got up and saluted, "Master, I have admitted my mistake to you."

After teasing this always upright disciple, Han Changli stopped talking, but asked about the serious matter: "What does Mr. Xi Yi say about that boy Chen's plan?"

Bringing up the business, Zhang Wenchang looked serious, and said seriously: "Mr. Xiyi said that this plan is feasible, and the Dao Palace is following the pace of the holy church!"

Han Changli nodded when he heard the words: "Boy Chen has already set out the hiding place of Bodhisattva, who is in charge, and it should be activated in the next few days. You stay by my side."

"Yes!" Zhang Wenchang replied, but still frowned unconsciously.

Such small actions naturally cannot hide from Han Changli's eyes. The so-called knowing son is like a father. As a Master, even if the other party has been made a saint, Han Changli still knows the other party's thoughts.

"Do you think that Boy Chen's plan is too childish and full of loopholes?"

"And you think that Bodhisattva, who is in charge, is really stupid and not worthy of his fruitful status?"

Zhang Wenchang nodded and said, "I do have such doubts."

"Not to mention, since the Bodhisattva in charge is responsible for such a plan, and has been lurking for so long without being discovered, his scheming must be deep. How could Chen Luo leak so many flaws in a few words!"

"You..." Han Changli reached out and nodded Zhang Wenchang, sighing: "Too honest, this Confucianist's exquisite mind has not grasped half of it."

"On this point, Chen Xiaozi don't think that his Martial Dao is colorful, and his heart is really dark."

Speaking of this, Han Changli also smiled, and then continued, "Don't replace yourself with others."

"Bodhisattva, who is able to deceive the Bodhisattva, has two cores."

"First, the world cannot know about the things in the Netherworld. This is already a universally recognized truth. Although this plan originated in the world, it fell into the Netherworld. No matter how much the world guesses, it will not be able to find the beginning and the end."

"Secondly, it is the Buddha bone relic. The Buddhists in the Western Regions spent a lot of money to refine the communication letter with the Buddha bone relic. , and there is absolutely no reason for something to happen.”

"Although Martial Dao has the information about the supernatural power of blood transformation, the level is still too low for the big Bodhisattva. Besides Chen boy, only Adamo has entered Qiqianli so far, so naturally he will pay less attention."

"You have to see through the news of Boy Chen going to and from the Netherworld and the blood body transformation at the same time, so that there is a slight possibility to connect things together."

Seeing that Zhang Wenchang wanted to say more, Han Changli raised his hand and interrupted: "This is an internal cause, and there are also external causes."

"First of all, Boy Chen used Wen Yunsun, Bai Yanyan, and King Qilin to attack at the same time. If you don't know the hidden identity behind Boy Chen, how can you think of it together?"

"Secondly, the blood tide is imminent. At this time, Jin Yue's role will become more and more important. In a hurry, he also suspects that there are many traitors in the Buddhist sects of the Western Regions, so he will naturally be a little foolish. The sage often said that every major event needs to be calm, That's the truth."

"Finally, you and I both know the origin of Buddhism in the Western Regions. It was originally infected by Devilish Qi and occupied the avenue of thousands of miles of Buddhism in ancient times."

"A group of guys with a gold-plated body and a hollow belly. The higher the Cultivation Base, the deeper the influence of Devilish Qi. How can they compare with the immeasurable enlightenment of the real Buddha?"

"Based on this, you will find that although Boy Chen's plan is crude, it is effective."

"When we look at the mountain, we think it's good when the water shines brightly and it's sunny, and the mountain looks strange when it's empty and rainy."

Hearing Han Changli's explanation, Zhang Wenchang sighed: "Young people are awesome."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and saluted Han Changli, "Thank you, Teacher, for clarifying the confusion."

"You have a simple mind. Don't delve into these schemes too much, so as not to affect the holy way." Han Changli waved his hand and said, "Next, it's the second step in Boy Chen's three-step plan."

Zhang Wenchang stood up straight and said with a smile, "I understand."

"The next thing is: Entering Wanshan circle, one mountain releases one mountain block."

...

Daxuan, Lin'an.

Ye Dafu was standing obediently in the corner, holding the teapot.

The dusty Chen Luo also didn't expect that Yan Baichuan actually helped him contact the three semi-sages.

"Thanks for your hard work, three seniors." Chen Luo bowed in salute, and the three semi-sages waved their hands slightly, looking at Chen Luo curiously.

"You are welcome, Marquis Wu, this time is also a great plan for our human race. It is us who are saints who thank you." The leader of a middle-aged half-sage said with a smile.

He looks a little thinner, but he is even more virile. If you look at him carefully, you will only feel that it seems real and unreal, as if you are in a painting.

"Exactly, it's just that it's inconvenient for me to enter the Southern Wilderness, so I let Marquis Wu come here to meet. If this plan is successful, the merits will be immeasurable." The other half-sage who looked younger also smiled slightly.

"You're welcome, it's all from my family!" The last fat prince wearing a royal robe laughed, and glared at Ye Dafu, "What are you doing standing there, come over and pour tea!"

"Hey, grandpa!" Ye Dafu was shocked by the roar, and hurriedly stepped forward to pour tea, and looked at Chen Luo helplessly.

Chen Luo shrugged, expressing his inability to do anything.

"Wuhou, the hall master has already informed us of your plan." The middle-aged half-sage said, "Since we already have the specific position of the big Bodhisattva, with it as the core, it is no problem to draw the old man who is eight hundred miles away. .”

"It's just that the old man has never seen the blood tide, so there may be omissions."

Without waiting for Chen Luo to speak, Old King Jing quickly said, "That's why I called this king here too."

"Zhang Zhengdao, don't worry about painting. I have seen the blood tide, and I will tell you where there is any need to adjust."

"It's hard work for King Jing." Zhang Zhengdao nodded, "Mr. Rong first opened the world and drew his eyes to check the landscape and terrain on that side."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhengdao sat in Lotus Position, closed his eyes, a holy power emanated from him, and Chen Luo felt that something in the sky was related to Zhang Zhengdao in front of him.

At this time, another half-sage smiled lightly and said, "Brother Zhengdao is in charge of the core of the eight hundred miles, and the saint will draw the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers eight hundred miles away."

Old Jing Wang looked at the other party, hesitantly said: "Wang Ximeng, the painting is thousands of miles away, in order to shield the surrounding perception, so as not to let someone tip off the news, it is of great significance. Your consecration time is still short, do you need to call another demi-saint to help? "

Wang Ximeng was not dissatisfied when he heard the old King Jing's words, but said with a smile: "Don't worry, King Jing, I traveled to the Southern Wilderness in my early years, and I used to integrate thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into my paintings. Now I can make thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, within half a stick of incense, I can definitely cut off Connect internally and externally.”

Old King Jing nodded after listening, and looked at Chen Luo again. Chen Luo smiled lightly, and said to Wang Ximeng cupped hands: "Thank you, Mr. Ximeng."

Chen Luo didn't know that what Old King Jing said was clearly referring to Wang Ximeng, but he was actually speaking to Chen Luo.

Immediately, Wang Ximeng took the lead to draw a picture of mountains and rivers on the long scroll. After a while, Zhang Zhengdao also opened his eyes and took out his brush.

For a moment, the holy prestige in the secret room was rippling, only the sound of brushes being brushed was heard.

...

An hour later, Zhang Zhengdao took the lead in writing, and handed the drawn 800-li bloodline tide map to Lao Jingwang and Chen Luo. Old King Jing took the picture, frowned, and shook his head slightly.

"The clouds of luck are stacked, and the situation of the heaven and the earth is almost the same, but there are still some things missing."

Zhang Zhengdao looked serious: "What else is missing?"

"In this cloud of luck, when there is a shadow of the blood of the monster race, the charm of the blood of the monster race can be revealed."

Zhang Zhengdao frowned: "But the blood shadow of the monster race involves the source of the blood and cannot be imitated. If it is written, it will be easier to be seen through..."

At this moment, Chen Luo said weakly: "I have!"

Zhang Zhengdao looked at Chen Luo, Chen Luo had a thought, and a picture scroll flew out from his forehead and landed in front of Zhang Zhengdao, only to see five large characters written on the picture scroll: Bai Ze Jingwei Picture!

"The illustration book is not complete yet, but it should be usable after a while?" Chen Luo asked.

Zhang Zhengdao was stunned for a moment, his soul swept across the picture of Bai Ze, and a happy expression appeared on his face: "It is available, it is available! Wait a moment, my friend, I will temporarily integrate the picture of Bai Ze into this painting."

"When the old man takes back this painting, the Bai Ze ghost picture will also be separated, so you don't have to worry about losing this bloodline supernatural power."

"Wait..." Old King Jing continued, "Aside from the blood shadow, there are other things missing."

After finishing speaking, Old King Jing frowned, thought for a long time, and said, "Blood Essence will inevitably trigger the induction of Blood Essence. I can't forge such a rule, but if it is based on Blood Essence, it can also have the same effect." Effect."

Zhang Zhengdao shook his head: "That requires a lot of Blood Essence, which requires the Holy Church..."

"I have!" Chen Luo said softly again.

Zhang Zhengdao shook his head slightly: "Little friend, this Blood Essence needs a huge amount, I'm afraid..."

With a wave of Chen Luo's hand, there were bottles and cans in front of him instantly, exuding a strong Blood Qi.

"Are these enough?" Chen Luo asked.

Old King Jing felt the blood emanating from the bottle and jar, and frowned slightly.

Fuck!

Aren't you being the teacher of your demon clan, setting up a kind and benevolent character? Where do so many excellent Blood Essence come from?

"That... Martial Dao is poor, so I saved a little more." Chen Luo explained in a low voice, just kidding, with so many lords in Fangcunshan, and the head of Qilin, when will he lose Blood Essence?

"Eight hundred miles is enough." Zhang Zhengdao roughly estimated, nodded, and his blood was boiling.

Blood Essence is the ink, and the painting is eight hundred miles away!

He is a half saint, and he has never fought such a rich battle!

Actually is not that he can't collect these, mainly because as a semi-saint, he is stared too strictly.

"Wait!" Old King Jing said again, "There is still something missing!"

"What's missing?" Zhang Zhengdao asked calmly without panicking.

"The prehistoric atmosphere..."

"I have!" Chen Luo looked at Old King Jing, you must have said it while staring at me.

Taking out a few Primordial Qi that had been refined into crystals, Chen Luo looked at Old King Jing: "Grandpa Ye, tell me what else is missing."

Old King Jing was also a little embarrassed, but he still said, "According to common sense, these are enough."

"But this time the bloodline tide is not small. We know this, and the Buddhists in the Western Regions probably know it too."

"So if you want to hide it from them, you need a powerful bloodline to sit in the town!"

Old King Jing and Zhang Zhengdao looked at Chen Luo, and even Wang Ximeng, who was at the side, looked over curiously.

Chen Luo lived up to expectations and nodded: "I have..."

Old King King: I know you have it, hurry up and give it a drop, Bai Ze Blood Essence...

"Qilin, can you?" Chen Luo asked innocently.

Old King King:?

Zhang Zhengdao:?

Wang Ximeng:?

It's not written in the answer sheet.

When did you get the blood of Emperor Yao Qilin?

Isn't Qilin extinct for two thousand years?

Isn't your hidden Qilin bloodline?

Fuck!

Look at what you got out!

The Blood Essence of the monster race in eight hundred miles, the prehistoric aura condensed into spars, and the bloodline breath of Qilin, the emperor demon.

For these things, two or three ancestor monsters of the demon clan can be hired to attack the Bodhisattva who is in charge.

Too extravagant!

You are only seven thousand miles away, right?

With such a Taoist master, will Martial Dao be poor?

No wonder there are rumors among the people recently: Poor culture and rich martial arts...

Looking into Sansheng's eyes, Chen Luo coughed dryly, thought of something, and said, "By the way, there is one thing missing."

Old King Jing was stunned: "What?"

Chen Luo grinned: "Atmosphere!"

Old King Jing narrowed his eyes, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

...

While Chen Luo and the half-sages were forging the bloodline tide, Bodhisattva was restless.

It always feels like something bad is going to happen.

At his level of practice, he will still have some future perceptions.

"Could it be that Jin Yue had an accident?" Boya Da Bodhisattva's heart moved. After counting, the last time Jin Yue contacted him was a day ago.

The last message is that Qilin Yu Gantang is following him, will he be safe?

It's all my own fault, why did he let him go to the Qilin domain?

Ugh……

I said the position of own, so far there is no abnormality, it seems that I really misunderstood Jin Yue before.

It's all a coincidence!

"No, we must ensure the safety of Jinyue!" Bodhisattva thought for a while, then took out the Buddha bone relic, and left a message: "Buddhisattva, please reply if you see it."

"Tell me your location, and I will go find you in person."

"Before the blood tide, you were with me, and I will definitely keep you safe!"

"Remember, see the quick return."

"This seat is waiting for you!"

...

Two days later.

"I love you walking in a dark alley alone, I love your cheap appearance, I love you for persevering in despair and refusing to cry..."

"To the sobs and roars in the night..."

Chen Luo was sitting on a hill hundreds of miles away from Bodhisattva, who was in charge, humming a song while roasting wild game. At this moment, there was a loud thunderclap in the sky.

Immediately, the blue righteousness almost filled the sky of Southern Desolation, and a voice resounded like thunder——

"Wolf Killer, come to fight!"

...

Standing in mid-air at the junction of Daxuan and Nanhuang, Old King Jing suddenly released the semi-holy power.

Chen Luo asked him to yell at any ancestor monster of the Yao clan at will, and he naturally thought of the ancestor wolf who came to sneak attack before.

Soon, in the Southern Desolation, a Blood Qi also rose into the sky, and a phantom of a wolf's head slowly condensed, and let out a wolf howl: "Ye Lai, the tide is approaching, there is no rush to fight!"

"Bah! If you're afraid, just tell me, I'll let you go." Old King Jing spat, and launched an attack casually.

"Ye Lai, you are courting death!" Lang Lu waved his hand to disperse Old King Jing's attack, the ancestral star shone in the sky, and Blood Qi flew across the sky. Just as he was about to face the battle, he suddenly froze for a moment.

King Jing is gone!

"Ye Lai!" Lang Lu was about to chase him, when suddenly his ears moved, as if he had received some news, and stopped his figure.

But before Lang Lu could understand what Old King King meant by this move, Monster Qi was soaring everywhere in the southern wasteland.

...

Qingqiu, Peach Blossom Forest.

Bai Yanyan frowned, looked at the Great Saints in the Peach Blossom Forest who were desperately exuding aura, and sighed: "Put in harder!"

"Get your momentum up."

...

Yuyuan, Yushan.

The sage of the snake clan looked at the Jade Slip in his hand, and frowned: "When a semi-sage of the human race crosses the border, release the power of the Great Saint?"

"What does Lord Baishan want to do?"

Although he was puzzled in his heart, the sage of the snake clan nodded his head, just letting go of his momentum, and it doesn't matter.

"Let's go!" Snake Clan Sage King gave an order, and all the snake clan Great Saints on Yushan Mountain soared to the sky one by one!

...

Junji Country, Junji Mountain.

"You have seen Lord Baishan's request..."

"He wants to see if the momentum of my ape clan is worthy of the title of Qi Tian's Great Saint."

"Let me out of your aura, my ape clan is as powerful as the sky!"

"The time has come for the Bloodline and the Monkey King to test us!"

Suddenly, in the entire Junji Kingdom, Monster Qi seemed to condense into substance, breaking through the sky.

...

Davari.

The sage of the Xiong clan sensed the sudden churning of Blood Qi in the Southern Wilderness, and nodded.

"Let them see the momentum of my Bear Clan!"

"Yes!"

...

Qilin domain.

"Damn it, you can't be cowardly in terms of momentum!"

"Let them inquire about who is the leader of the Southern Wilderness Dage!"

"Qilin Beast Blood Formation, arrange!"

"I'm full of coercion!"

"I, Qilinyu, have nothing to do!"

...

Colorful Immortal Domain.

"What happened to those monsters?"

"What kind of momentum do you put on?"

"Is there something happening that we don't know about?"

"Forget it, just let go of your aura, and you won't suffer a loss. Pass the order, above the Great Saint, release your aura of coercion!"

...

Weihu Mountain.

Feng Nanzhi: "Boring!"

...

"Well... how come those monster races that I didn't say hello to join in the fun?" Chen Luo sensed the weather in Nanhuang at this time, and a look of doubt flashed across his face.

But what the heck!

The more atmosphere groups the better.

Blood Qi all over Nanhuang, the atmosphere is in place!

Immediately, Chen Luo took out two scrolls, exuding a faint holy power. One of them is "A Thousand Miles of Southern Desolation". As soon as Chen Luo let go, the scroll flew away by itself, and then unfolded in the air. The pictures in the scroll seemed to fly out of the picture, and then turned into spots of light, heading towards Floating around.

Chen Luo's eyes blurred, and he always felt that the world seemed to have changed, but nothing had changed.

But then, Chen Luo opened another scroll. As soon as this scroll was opened, the picture in the painting immediately turned into light and shot into the air, leaving only a blank scroll.

After doing all of this, Chen Luo used his blood body to transform into a supernatural power, and he turned back into Jin Yue's appearance.

At the same time, feeling the breath of Jin Yue's blood, the Buddha bone relic shook again.

"Foddin, are you alright?" came the urgent greeting of the head Bodhisattva from inside.

Chen Luo made his mind shake for a while before replying: "Nine...nine deaths."

"Great Bodhisattva, I am coming to you now!"

Immediately came the news from the big Bodhisattva on the opposite side: "No, where are you, I will go to you? I sensed the sudden momentum of the southern wilderness. There was a confrontation between the semi-saint and the ancestor demon before. Maybe something big happened."

"Big event? Could it be..." Chen Luo looked up at the sky, paused for a moment, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when a red blood line appeared in the sky.

The painting worked.

"Great Bodhisattva, look at the sky!"

"Blood tide, here we come!"

...

The big Bodhisattva who was in the process of sealing the formation was moved when he saw Chen Luo's reply.

coming?

It seems, a little early, right?

However, he immediately suppressed the sealing formation that blocked his tracks, flashed out of the cave where he was hiding, raised his head, and saw a line of blood in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the blood lines turned into blood-colored clouds, layer upon layer, like a wave, overwhelming the sky.

Big Bodhisattva frowned slightly, because the matter was serious, he decided to observe for a while.

At this time, in the clouds, faint blood shadows of the ancestor demon appeared, one, two, three... In the blink of an eye, the blood shadows of the source of various bloodlines were all over the eyes.

At this moment, the Great Bodhisattva sensed a faint savagery emanating from the cloud.

"It's the bloodline tide!" Big Bodhisattva waved his hand, and a demon clan was thrown out of the Buddhist kingdom by him. He pointed to the sky and asked, "Did you sense the power of the bloodline?"

The monster clan stared blankly at the sky, then suddenly shouted, and its momentum rose slightly.

"It's true!" The head Bodhisattva was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard a beast's roar in his ears. The big Bodhisattva's eyes shone with golden light, and he opened his Buddhist eyes, and found that there seemed to be something about to come out from the depths of the blood-colored cloud.

"The aura of Emperor Monster... that's right, it's the blood aura that Bailian Tathagata said!" The Great Bodhisattva knew it in his heart.

No wonder Nanhuang's aura suddenly changed. It turned out that the blood tide had started.

Although it was a little earlier than expected, no one could set the exact time for this kind of thing.

"Time! The key is to seize the time!" A thought flashed in the mind of the big Bodhisattva, he picked up the Buddha bone relic, and shouted, "Fodin, stay where you are, the battle is about to begin."

Afterwards, the great Bodhisattva took out another seed from the storage order and threw it on the ground. Then, the seed took root and sprouted, and a white Lotus flower grew out.

...

At the same time, somewhere in the Southern Wilderness, a first rank Great Saint suddenly opened his eyes from meditation.

With a slight movement in his heart, he flicked his wrist, and a blue porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

At this time, the porcelain bottle vibrated slightly.

"Great Bodhisattva in battle?"

"Huh? Why is the Southern Wilderness so chaotic, the blood tide is coming?"

He took out the Buddha bone relic and sent an inquiry, but was blocked by Wang Ximeng's Qianlihuatu, and the message was destined not to be answered.

"No, the big Bodhisattva is already in battle. I can't do anything bad here!" The first rank Great Saint gritted his teeth and forced a drop of Blood Essence to fall on the porcelain bottle. The seal of the porcelain bottle was released immediately, and a vast ghostly death aura surged into the sky. And rise.

...

Netherworld, the pure land of white lotus.

At this time, the clock rang loudly, almost resounding throughout the Bailian Pure Land.

A big Bodhisattva sits high on the white lotus, looking at the other big Bodhisattvas and Bodhisattvas, looking at the white lotus that has just bloomed in his hand, he shouted loudly——

"The bloodline tide that I have been planning for a long time is here!"

"When the battle begins, the two worlds are connected, and all Buddhist disciples will plunder the blood and tidal luck!"

"This formation only has five breaths of time, be sure to suck it all into the Netherworld!"

"At that time, the Samsara Avenue will lead directly to Nether, and the battle of Nether will be victorious!"

All the Buddhist disciples saluted together, and said: "Follow the Lord Buddha's will."

...

One, two, three... four.

Chen Luo looked at the dead aura of Nether in the sky. It wasn't until this moment that the ancestor demons realized that something was wrong and all cast wary eyes on that Nether.

But the ghostly death energy quickly connected with each other, forming a huge circle that almost covered half of the Southern Desolation. At this moment, within the circle, a golden light shone, and from the golden light, a white lotus bloomed.

Afterwards, the white lotus fell, the golden light dissipated, and within the circle, another world appeared.

It was a magnificent country, with Buddhist scriptures chanting faintly.

"Youming! It's a Buddhist gate in the Western Regions!" An ancestor demon exclaimed.

"What are they going to do!"

"What's going on? How did they communicate with the two realms!"

At this time, a Buddhist voice came from the circle: "The layout of the millennium will eventually lead to today. The tide of blood has a destiny with my Buddha..."

"Bodhisattvas, move... eh?" The tone changed abruptly.

What about Blood Tides? What about the luck of the Southern Wilderness?

Chen Luo, who had already been hiding at this time, looked at the huge circle of ghostly death energy in the sky, and said lightly——

"Second Battalion Commander, pull out my Italian gun..."

As soon as the words in Chen Luo's mouth fell, two light spots, one blue and one purple, flashed in the sky.

The two bluish-purple light spots instantly enlarged, turning into two magnificent buildings.

Holy Church! Dao Palace!

Just as the Southern Wilderness Ancestral Demons appeared one after another, several Ancestral Demon Stars soared into the sky and landed around the holy hall and Dao Palace.

The Ancestral Demon of Qingqiu Country, the Ancestral Demon of Junji Country, the Ancestral Demon of Yuyuan Country, the Ancestral Demon of Qingniu Clan, the Ancestral Demon of Sheep Clan...

At this time, the voices of the hall master and the Dao Palace master sounded at the same time——

"Don't disturb the southern wilderness, we are here for the Buddhism of the Western Regions!"

At the same time as the voice sounded, many semi-sages in the temple, many Daoist priests in the Dao Palace, and the Southern Wilderness Ancestral Demon who knew the inside story launched the strongest attack towards the circle at the same time!

On weekdays, the two worlds are separated, and there has never been such a good attack environment.

It was Bailian Pure Land, who took the initiative to connect the two worlds, and even closed all the basic barrier formations in order to quickly snatch luck.

This is a big death!

He even drew a target for himself!

"Trap! I fell for it!" At this moment, the head Bodhisattva suddenly realized, picked up the Buddha bone relic, and roared, "Jin Yue! You betrayed us!"

However, he was destined not to get a response.

The holy hall, Dao Palace, and ancestor demon Star jointly launched three-color attacks of blue, purple, and red, intertwined with each other, and shot directly into the circle.

At this moment, only the originally majestic Lei Yin in the circle could be heard shouting: "Block it! Stop it!"

However, this is a joint attack by the Holy Church, Dao Palace, and many ancestor demons!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the attack passed through the two realms, broke through the defenses of the First Stage, and landed on the Bailian Pure Land, causing a huge explosion in an instant, and a cloud that looked like a mushroom rose up.

Han Changli's voice sounded again in the holy hall: "There are three breaths left, come again!"

Cyan, purple, red, the three-color attack once again shot at the white lotus pure land behind the circle.

"You bastard! You bastard! You bastard!" The hysterical shout of Lord Bailian echoed in the Bailian Pure Land.

"Two breaths!" Han Changli's voice sounded again.

This time, several ancestor demon stars rose up and joined the ranks of attack.

"One breath!"

A new ancestral star rose again and seized the final blow.

After four blows, the circle shattered with a loud bang, and neither Netherworld nor Bailian Pure Land was seen anymore.

Only the broken cracks left in that space witnessed the ferocious attack just now.

...

Netherworld.

Fengdu.

Although thousands of miles away, Emperor Lin still saw a series of attacks falling on the pure land of Bailian.

"Your Majesty, Wang Jia's plan has succeeded!" Shangguan Wan'er lost her usual reserve and cheered happily, like an innocent girl.

"Hmm..." Lin Huang also nodded with a smile, "Samsara Avenue, set back three hundred years. The power of Bailian Pure Land has been reduced by at least 20%!"

"Decree, King Jiedu of the Ten Directions, the whole army will attack Bailian!"

"Yes!" Shangguan Wan'er took the order, turned and left.

Lin Huang was still looking in the direction of Bailian Pure Land, and murmured: "Eastern wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night, and blows them down, stars are like rain..."