Marquis of Grand Xia

After Ning Chen followed the two Buddhist monks into the secret room, the forbidden soldiers were all surprised. They hadn't found anything yet. How did Hou Ye come?

"Hou" soldiers saluted respectfully.

"Well, you all give up," Ning Chen waved his hand.

"Yes" the generals got up and immediately gave up the space of the secret room.

"Where is the stone slab?" Ning Chen glanced at the two, and said flatly.

The two Buddhist monks walked to the stone platform where the wooden niches were placed, and then said, "Just right below"

Ning Chen stepped forward and pushed the stone platform, but he was still immobile, he could not help frowning and said, "Is there any organization"

"No" The two shook their heads.

Ning Chen nodded his head, and he was going to smash it again, very well, this is what he is best at.

With a bang, the ink sword came out of the sheath, and there was a loud noise. The stone platform shattered and fell to the ground.

The stone platform collapsed and dug down half a foot. Sure enough, a broken stone slab appeared. The pictures and characters engraved on it were a little vague. At first glance, it was something from a certain age.

Ning Chen stared at the stone slab for a long time, and his brows grew deeper and deeper. The leader of the forbidden army not far away came to see it. When he saw the contents of the stone slab, his expression changed.

The head of the "Hou" forbidden army said with a worried expression.

"It's needless to say, I have my own measure." Ning Chen waved his hand and interrupted the former.

On the stone board, the origin of the golden short sword is written. This is indeed not the thing of the Buddha, but a magic weapon. Before a long time ago, the owner of this sword had a big grudge against the Buddha, and used this sword Killed countless Buddha disciples and Buddhists, covered with endless Buddha blood.

In the end, the first abbot of Du'e Temple was unbearable, devoting the power of the entire Buddhist kingdom. Only two days after the **** battle killed the owner of the sword. Finally, the sword was held under the temple for three hundred years, and the resentment in the sword was sealed with the Great Dharma.

This sword is full of the hatred of the master of the sword towards the Buddha and the grievances of the 100,000 Buddha disciples and Buddhists who were killed.

In the afterlife of Buddha, the most fearful thing is the idea of ​​resentment. This period of history has always been a taboo of Buddhism. It is buried deep in this dark underground and never sees the sun.

After the seal of the Great Buddha Dharma, the grudge has lost its original appearance and turned into a golden shrine of the Buddha, but it does not mean that the grudge inside has disappeared.

The way to lift the seal is not clearly stated, and the Buddhist door is not stupid, and I definitely do not want this magic weapon to be born again.

However, the first half of the slate has stated that this is a grudge cast by the blood of Buddhist disciples and Buddhists, but now it has become a seal of the Buddhist sage.

In other words, as long as the power of resentment is stronger than the power of Dharma, the sword will be unsealed again.

Since the Dharma can pressure resentment, then resentment can also suppress the Dharma, and the Buddha and the devil can overcome each other, and vice versa.

Soon after, they will have to deal with an innate Buddha in the Three Disasters. Any suppression will be of great use.

"Hou, there are Buddhists constantly gathering under the mountain, and they are about to come up to the mountain." At this moment, a soldier hurried to sue.

"Hou!" The head of the forbidden army changed slightly and hurriedly said.

"No need to talk!"

Ning Chen raised his hand to stop, and immediately looked at the soldiers around him, said coldly, "Everyone went out with me"

"Yes" the generals respectfully led the order.

The Buddha in the Buddhist kingdom should have received the message. On the way back, he can no longer hesitate.

Under the mountain, the black-pressed Buddhas came from all directions, and there were already tens of thousands in front of them.

Ning Chen took the 300 imprisoned soldiers down the mountain, watching the more and more figures gathered down the mountain, the coldness in his eyes grew stronger.

The number of Buddhists in the distance is constantly increasing. Three hundred imprisoned soldiers stood behind Ning Chen, silently waiting for orders.

"You demons, get out of Foshan!" A bustling crowd, a Buddha shouted, relying on the crowd.

"Get out of Foshan!" The other Buddhas also scolded angrily.

The voices of tens of thousands of people in this fading night sky resemble thunder and thunder in the clear sky, deafening and resounding for hundreds of miles.

Ning Chen looked at the buddha in front of him with cold eyes, no anger, no mercy, just calmness as always.

The stupid and frustrated people are not worthy of any pity. They are worthless than the soldiers who are still fighting in the blood.

The crowd's voice went from strong to weak, and the devil in front was still indifferent, and the loud voice gradually weakened.

At this moment, Ning Chen opened his mouth and said with sarcasm, "In your Buddha's eyes, you are a bunch of stupid talents. Of course, in Ben Hou's eyes, you are not even stupid!"

Hearing this, the crowd suddenly fry, and the anger was instantly catalyzed to the extreme, swarming towards the mountain.

After the conflict, Ning Chen moved, his golden short sword crossed a dreaded sword, and suddenly the broken limb flew all over the sky, and the blood was thin like rain.

"Kill, don't stay," Ning Chen said coldly.

"Yes"

Three hundred imprisoned soldiers took orders, and the sword came out in full glance.

After a moment, under the Holy Land, the voice of fear rose one after another, but it could not stop the merciless sword light from taking its life.

The gap between ordinary people and warriors without organization discipline is unimaginable. In the front of Yajie Mountain, there is only killing, red ~ naked ~ naked killing.

The blood was flowing, and the soil was washed out of the gully by the blood, spreading vertically and horizontally, reaching ten miles away.

Standing on the stone steps in front of the mountain, Ning Chen sacrificed a golden short sword, and the blood below continuously flew up between his palms, and immediately turned into a golden short sword rushing into the air after a blood waterfall.

The daggers in the sky and floating in the sky, the golden light flourishes, constantly resisting the erosion of the blood waterfall.

The killing continues, the blood also flows, and the atmosphere of anger, fear, hatred, despair continues to spread, condenses in the blood, and a strong resentment erupts.

The Buddha's light in the sword became more and more prosperous, and the resentment in the blood waterfall became more and more intense. When the two met, the screaming sound continued to sound.

At this time, the most tragic night of the Buddhist kingdom, the Buddha could not do it, only to watch the Buddha under the mountain slaughtered by the devil of Daxia.

The Daxia soldiers have the strictest discipline in the world. Absolute obedience has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Since the moment the command was issued, there was no other doubt or hesitation.

The blood waterfall in the sky is more and more magnificent, and the light of the Buddha is gradually submerged by the blood waterfall, and it is difficult to reveal a glory again.

Three hundred miles away, the look of the abbot of Du'e Temple and the three Buddhism protectors changed, shocked by the powerful resentment from afar.

At the same time, farther away, there was a thick worry on the face of Lime, and the figure passed by, and hurried towards the direction of Mijie Mountain.

Under the holy mountain, the miserable cry is getting smaller and smaller, and there are few figures left to stand. The golden short sword in the blood waterfall begins to tremble, obviously it is the critical moment to break the seal.

"boom"

At the next moment, the final glory erupted on the surface of the Golden Sword, and immediately collapsed. At the same time, on the sword body, resentment surged into the sky, scrolling the surrounding blood waterfall to form a huge blood column that penetrated the heavens and earth.

The grievances appeared, and the blood rain came down, as if heaven also wept bitterly for the catastrophe in this world, and shed blood and tears.

Throughout the **** rain, the grudges gradually appeared, the sword shape changed greatly, a three-foot long sword appeared, blood lines spread, and magic flow made people cold.

Under the Mijie Mountain, three hundred soldiers were bathed in blood rain, and there was no one standing around. They knew that from now on, they would be the most sinful people in the world.

Ning Chen didn't say much, let alone apologize, standing in the blood rain, quietly waiting for the future Buddha.

After half an hour, four powerful figures came slowly, every step, the earth will tremble, this is the most powerful Buddha of the four Buddhas.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang"

The four were approaching, and all the corpses blocking the road were flew out. The Buddha's clothes were not stained with blood, and they were extremely holy.

"You block them," Ning Chen, holding the Blood Sword, glanced at the forbidden leader and said.

"Yes" the generals of the forbidden army respectfully ordered their orders.

This is the last battle, no one knows the result, but they have no choice.

The three ninth-grade pinnacles of Buddhism are the most powerful people in the world, just standing there, giving people a terrible pressure that is hard to shake.

In comparison, the Abbot of Du'e Temple seems to be more ordinary ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Calm and restrained, without the breath of a warrior.

However, everyone present knows that this is just an illusion. The Buddha on earth has proved his power many times.

Ning Chen stood in front of the Buddha in the world without looking back, without hesitation.

"Demons are outrageous, sin is monstrous, the Buddha can't tolerate it, Amitabha!"

The Abbot of Du'e Temple folded his hands together and uttered a Buddha's horn. Immediately, the whole body was golden and splendid, and the battle of the demon was launched.

"There are no Buddhas in this world, only some of you are bald donkeys who are guilty of injustice, my sins are punished by heaven, and it is not your turn to be bald donkeys."

The words fell, and Ning Chen's **** soldiers in his hands flourished. Within ten miles, he was full of blood, covering the clouds and closing the moon, making people feel terrified.

At this moment, the three Buddhism protectors only felt the stagnation of their inner breath, and the Buddha's power was blocked, making it difficult to exert.

"Heaven's will!" The abbot of Du'e Temple sighed, and stepped forward halfway, the murderousness in his eyes would never be concealed.

At this moment, in the distance, a blue cyan shadow came in a flash and fell between the two.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," Lime said apologetically.

"It's not too late, enough to send him to Xitian to face Buddha." Ning Chen's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly.

"Xinkou Junior," the abbot of Du'e Temple stepped on, turned into an angry king, and the Buddha caught him.

When the silver spear swayed, the lime stepped back a few steps, and looked different.

The Abbot of Du'e Temple has slowed down, and the strength of the move room is also much weaker.

Although still powerful, it is not the absolute repression that was unmatched before.

Ning Chen urged the triad of merits and preached, "Don't think too much, this blood-sword sword was once owned by a congenital powerhouse. It has gathered countless grievances and has restraint on the dharma of these bald **** However, I ca n’t hold it for too long, and I have to make a quick decision. In addition, Vulcan ’s invulnerability is in Tan Tan ’s position. ”

"Understood!" Lime replied dignifiedly.