Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

Demon Ancestor Luo was stopped by the Dao Ancestor and could not go to the lower realm, which made all the Buddhas breathe a sigh of relief.

The fierce name of the Demon Ancestor is no worse than that of several saints, and it is even better than several points.

After all, although he was defeated, he single-handedly set off a dragon and phoenix catastrophe and turned the entire Western world into a barren murderer.

At the beginning, even Dao Zu had to join forces with people to defeat him and force him to transform into the Demon Realm. Let it be restrained.

“Fifty percent of the Buddhas, go to resist the heavenly devil, and the rest will stop this book from being born with me!”

Shakya Rulai ordered, and then together with the Buddhas such as the Great Sun Rulai, the Ah Jun Buddha, and the Medicine Master Liuli Light Buddha, they came to the Confucian side.

“Hey!” Duo Bao Rulai sighed deeply, he didn’t want to make a move, but unfortunately, in the Buddhist gate, some things can only be self-conscious.

Duo Bao Rulai also shot, but the strength is only fifty percent at most, but there is a feeling that the work cannot be contributed.

“Boom!”

Dozens of true Buddhas stepped together, their steps stepping on the firmament, and the void they walked through was broken inch by inch.

Their momentum is terrifying, and the Buddha light around them is extremely blazing, as if illuminating the ancient and modern future, shocking the earth.

“It’s just a book, why bother?”

Mencius held the book “Mencius”, his black hair flew, his whole person was in the light, and his whole body was shrouded in Confucian light, like a supreme deity, which needed to be worshiped by all living beings.

“I don’t know my life, I don’t think I am a gentleman; If you don’t know manners, you can’t stand up; If you don’t know what to say, you can’t know anyone. ”

Confucius chanted the Confucian scriptures, and with the Six Classics above his head, his momentum was raised to the extreme at this moment, reaching the highest level of his current realm.

The great war between Buddha and Confucianism finally broke out.

The void roared, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the entire Western Heavenly Bliss and the entire Lingshan Buddha Realm were affected by the great war, which was terrifying.

“Beware of the Immortal Sword!”

Ah Xun Buddha shouted, but in an instant he was cut off by the Immortal Sword, which was too terrifying and too intimidating.

“Buzz!”

The Treasure Building and the Seven Treasures Mysterious Tree both flew out, and the two Saints’ innate companion spirit treasures fought with the Immortal Sword.

“Go!”

Confucius did not have the slightest hesitation, and directly threw out the Six Classics, and the Immortal Sword confronted the Treasure Building and the Seven Treasures Mysterious Tree.

“There is a divine pen, write the spring and autumn of ten thousand lives!” Confucius beckoned, and a small carving knife appeared in his hand, this is the Spring and Autumn Pen.

In the Spring and Autumn Era, people used bamboo simplicity, but they wanted to use a knife to engrave, which was the pen.

“Wow!”

The battle over there was lively, but Jiang Hao over here inexplicably spewed out a mouthful of blood, he was resisted by the will of the strong in the book, and those people did not want to die.

“Roll the calf, Lao Tzu doesn’t want to die either!”

Jiang Hao burst into a loud snort, poured his pen with endless Haoran righteousness, forcibly suppressed those wills, and continued to write.

Chapter 10, Chapter 50, Chapter 100, Chapter 150……

With Jiang Hao’s writing, the vision of the sky became more and more terrifying, not only the magic sound, but also the demonic qi that covered the sky, they surged forward, the sky shook, and the entire Western Heavenly Bliss was shrouded in darkness.

A Buddha was accidentally contaminated with a trace of demonic energy, and he was instantly eroded, not turning into an evil demon, but he had a self and a demonic attitude.

“It turns out that this is seeking demons, hahaha, I want this Buddha, what is the use!”

“What use do I want this Buddha!”

The Buddhas raised their minds to the heavens and shouted, but they were treated as evil spirits and killed by the Buddha they believed in.

“Blaspheme Buddha, you have fallen into the devil, you should be killed!” The Buddha who used to believe in his eyes was extremely cold at this moment, only the blood stained in his hands, and a little warmth.

“Wow!”

Writing to chapter 500, Jiang Hao spat out another mouthful of blood, and the strong man in the world of “Seeking Demons”, across the endless void, thousands of faces, made a move against him.

It was weakened by the endless plane and the world by ninety percent of his strength, but this blow still hit Jiang Hao hard, which shows the horror.

Although I don’t know why Jiang Hao was injured, but such a good opportunity, how could the Buddhas not seize it.

Shakya Rulai waited for the Buddha, and together he shot with all his strength, and instantly suppressed everyone in Confucianism, and at this moment, the Great Sun instantly found a gap, and he shouted.

“Please baby turn around!”

Da Ri Rulai bowed slightly to the gourd behind him, the gourd swallowed the sun and the moon, spit out a white light like a line, rose in the air, appeared seven inches and five points, with eyes and wings, it was actually a knife.

The brilliant sword radiated across the sky, cutting through the endless void, the darkness and coldness were cut open, the divine knife was in the world, and everything was unstoppable!

“Be careful!”

Confucius was shocked, he opened his mouth to remind, and then went all out, wanting to shock the Buddhas so that he could go back to rescue Jiang Hao.

“The Buddha knelt for three thousand years before, and I didn’t see you Buddha feel mercy, even if this is the case, it is better to follow me into the devil!”

With a sound of enchantment, a young man appeared strangely and directly blocked Jiang Hao’s body.

His long hair is scattered on his white clothes like ink, and his three-dimensional facial features carved like a sharp knife exude a cold aura, and his pupils are very special, brilliant, like a magic fire burning, but there is a great power that penetrates people’s hearts.

His name: Su Ming! _

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