Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

The swords clashed, erupting with terrifying destructive power, the surrounding space was collapsing, and dense cracks appeared in the void.

At their point, the battle has begun to spread to the world.

“Take refuge in my Buddha? Ha, what is refuge! ”

Jiang Hao sneered, slashed the knife to his chest, and concentrated his efforts to brew an extremely terrifying knife technique.

“Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground, this is refuge!” Manjushri clasped her hands together, her body shining brightly, and she was extremely compassionate.

“Huh!”

Jiang Hao smiled sarcastically, and the hand holding the knife tightened, and he said: “You see that I have a knife in my hand, but I have no knife in my heart, since there is no knife, why should I put it down?” ”

“The theory of the devil, if you don’t put down the butcher knife, you can’t go to the other side!” The four Dharma Protectors drank at the same time.

“Joke, you wait to see me sink into the devil. I laughed and waited for my obsession. There are ten thousand ways in this world. The truth makes sense. Is it only allowed that your shore is the shore. Is my shore the sea?”

Jiang Hao walked with a knife, he walked very slowly, but very imposing, as if there was a general trend, with every step he took, every word he said, it was like stepping on the hearts of everyone, making them shake.

“Look, I’m now a Buddha!”

Jiang Hao’s body bloomed with supreme Buddha light, and behind him stood a huge Buddha statue, up to a thousand zhang, condensed from the void, as if the real body had come to the world, its Dharma was boundless, and its majesty was vast and ancient and modern.

The four great protectors Vajra and Manjushri Bodhisattva were shocked physically and mentally at this moment, did he really put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground?

“It’s not good, he’s breaking the Buddha’s heart I’m waiting for!” Manjushri Bodhisattva was extremely wise, and he instantly understood Jiang Hao’s intentions.

It’s a pity, everything is in the evening!

“Killing is protecting life, cutting karma is not beheading people, protecting life, cutting common karma, and walking alone in the middle of the Buddha’s sword!”

“Seven changes in shock, heaven and earth only sword (Dao)!”

Jiang Hao burst into drink, and the shocking knife in his hand slashed out with endless might, and a crimson knife glow cut through the starry river, crossed the heavenly dome, and slashed towards Manjushri Bodhisattva and the four protectors of the Vajra.

The sword was shocking, as if it had shattered eternity, containing a terrifying power of destruction and killing, and it seemed that heaven and earth were about to be cut off by this sword.

The seven styles of sword intent become seven styles: chaotic slashing, distressed city, proud life, obsessive bowel breaking, quiet and terrifying, horizontal eyebrows cold, angry asking the sky, the strongest knife in the combination of seven styles.

There is nothing in the heart to be proud of. Sad, sleepy, confused. The knife is infatuated and infatuated, the intestines are quiet, and the dead are cold. The heart is broken, the heart is silent, and all sentient beings are angry and ask the heavens. Seven emotions…………

This knife was too terrifying, like a tomorrow exploding between heaven and earth, and the dazzling light made the golden cicadas and Shakya who were watching the battle from afar also frightened.

The meaning of the seven-style knife is martial arts, but the seven changes of the shock of the unity of the style are not magical powers, but they are better than magical powers, and the horror of this knife is difficult to describe in words.

The four protectors of the Dharma Vajra were beheaded on the spot, and Manjushri protected himself with supreme divine powers, and although he was not dead, he was also greatly damaged, and his body was cut off in half.

“I’m sorry, I’m not an ordinary golden immortal, I’m just a realm higher than me, so I slaughter!”

Jiang Hao put the Shocking Silence Knife on his shoulder and showed an unusually kind smile to Manjushri Bodhisattva, who was vomiting blood, and the big white teeth reflected under the light of the Buddha.

Tick! Tick!

It’s just the sound of Buddha blood dripping above the blade of the silent knife.

………………

“Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, it’s better to let them go!”

“If you continue to fight, it is just to increase the slaughter in vain!”

The golden cicada clasped his hands together and solemnly performed a Buddhist salute towards Shakya Rulai.

Shakya Rulai didn’t answer, he just took a deep look at Jiang Hao, then withdrew his gaze, and looked at this person in front of him, this disciple, very complicated!

“Golden Cicada, are you really back?”

“I’m really back, Master!”

“Very good, then you must be ready this time?”

“I suddenly don’t want to talk about anything.” The golden cicada said: “I can never express the growth of a tree, the whole picture of a flower in words, I just want to ask a question, what is the true meaning of life, please don’t tell me in words.” ”

Shakya Rulai no longer looked at the golden cicada, he waved a flower and threw it in his hand.

The golden cicada was fixed there, unable to say a word.

“My Buddha is merciful!”

A Buddha trumpet, a Buddha shadow stepped out of the void, his name was Kaye, he was the first disciple of Shakya Rulai.

Kaye stood beside the Buddha and smiled faintly.

Buddha threw flowers, Kaye smiled, and everything seemed to return to the past, when the golden cicada, like the flower in the Buddha’s hand, was destined to not escape the palm of the Buddha’s hand.

“You know, that’s not the Dharma I want!” The golden cicada said.

“Then what is the Dharma you want?” Shakya Rulai was already angry, and he had given the golden cicada a chance.

The golden cicada turned to look at Jiang Hao, he looked at the majestic back, suddenly laughed, pointed to the sky, stepped on the ground, and said proudly: “I want this day, I can’t cover my eyes anymore, I want this land, I can’t bury my heart anymore, I want all sentient beings to understand my intentions, I want all the Buddhas, all disappear!” ”

As soon as this sentence came out, it was like a thunderbolt in the sky!

Immediately, a terrifying heavenly knife fell from above the Spirit Mountain, and if this knife was hit, the golden cicada would definitely die! _

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