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A clay bodhisattva appeared in front of his eyes. Not only Li Xiao saw it, but everyone on the boat saw it. For a moment, everyone felt a sense of horror.

what happened?

Why does a clay bodhisattva appear in the blood river?

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name resounds in all directions and spreads all over the world. There is a terrible magic power, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, but also makes people feel frightened. It saves people's minds.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a young strong man on the boat let out a scream, and the saint energy protecting him was defeated. He seemed to have received a terrible impact, his eyes were ferocious, and he let out a scream. The blood from his whole body flowed backwards and rushed to his mind, like a demon.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly, he stopped struggling, with dull eyes, stood up from the boat, chanted the Buddha's name, walked down the boat step by step, finally stepped onto the blood river, and walked towards the clay bodhisattva step by step.

However, before he could reach the mud bodhisattva, his flesh and blood turned into thick paste, mixing with the river of blood.

"There is a powerful power of transformation in the Buddha's name, even a saint may not be able to bear it." Liu Shanhe looked straight ahead, and his originally relaxed expression became extraordinarily dignified.

"Amitabha."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sage who was guarding the young man on the boat suddenly chanted the Buddha's name, his expression became violent, and he stepped off the warship with empty eyes and crossed towards the direction of the mud bodhisattva.

A ray of brilliance appeared on his body, which was radiant. It was the power of Buddhism. His cultivation all his life had become the energy source of Buddhism. He was very powerful. He stood behind the clay bodhisattva and stood quietly, like a Buddha. a faithful believer.

"What, the saints have been saved!" A woman was astonished. She was the Holy Lord of the Feixian Holy Land, the daughter of Chen Changsheng, the Holy Maiden of the Feixian, and the next generation of the Lord of the Holy Land. The saint is not weak at all, but because her character is not as charming as the Qingyan saint, but dignified and holy, she ranks second and is called the second most beautiful woman in Guzhou.

She has a noble status and extensive knowledge. When she was young, she often traveled all over the world with the Lord Feixian, and saw many scenes that ordinary people had never seen before, but she was still very surprised at this moment.

"What's so strange about this? The power of Buddhism's transformation depends on the strength of the caster." The Golden Crow Son's eyes flickered, as if he was not surprised, and his expression was cold.

"That's right." Beside him, the old sage of the Golden Crow clan also nodded, "Five thousand years ago, there was a great Buddhist sage who converted a sage of our clan into a believer. After many years, this power reappeared. Surprising."

"What should I do?" Peacock Girl's face was solemn, "It is not eroded by the blood river, and it is blocked in front, how will the ancient ship pass?"

"It's really difficult." The old sage of the Peacock tribe said to the old sage of the Jinwu tribe, "Jin Yan, you have met the great saints of Buddhism before, but can you recognize who is that clay bodhisattva?"

"I don't know." Jin Yan shook his head.

"The two of you have lived for at least three to five thousand years. These days really belong to dogs." Qin Shihuang said domineeringly, mercilessly hitting the two of them, "In the Wangchuan River, except for that Bodhisattva, there anyone?"

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?!" As soon as Qin Shihuang finished speaking, a tall old man with a stature of nearly two meters said in surprise beside Longjie.

"Hell is not empty, so I swear not to become a Buddha." Liu Shanhe nodded, "The person in front of me is indeed him..."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!

The younger generation of monks were all shocked.

Legend has it that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great wish that the hells would not be empty, and vowed not to become a Buddha, so he stayed in hell forever, trying to save all wicked people.

How could he appear here?

This river of blood has only been formed not long ago, so it's nothing more than a terrifying power, so why is there still a Bodhisattva? Everyone has such doubts, the blood river is formed, is it connected to an unknown place?

"Amitabha, I don't want anyone in the world to remember the poor monk." Under the horrified expressions of the crowd, the clay bodhisattva spoke, with a dignified expression, like a high-ranking monk, "Hell is not empty, and I vowed not to become a Buddha, it is indeed from the old monk. "

"Senior, there is a treasure born in front of us. I will pass by here, and I would like to borrow a way. Can you be accommodating." An old sage walked out. His skin was green from top to bottom, full of wrinkles. It was an old sage. The tree is good.

"Hell is not empty, I swear that I will not become a Buddha. All benefactors, don't make mistakes." The clay bodhisattva was still lying in the center. As the warship approached, everyone was surprised to find that it stopped in the middle of the water and did not move forward. , seems to be some kind of resistance.

"If you don't look back, please follow the poor monk and stay at the Wangchuan River." The mud bodhisattva sat cross-legged on a snow lotus, whispering to himself.

"No!" Qin Shihuang suddenly said, "This is not Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. I don't feel a trace of mercy or pity from him, only endless killing."

Liu Shanhe's eyes were deep, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has long since fallen, what is in front of him is his obsession, which is the same as those fighting around us, but...he is too powerful, he broke away from it, made a Buddha body out of clay, and sank into the In the Wangchuan River."

Liu Shanhe explained the mystery in one sentence: "It is a dead thing, and Wang Chuanhe didn't do him any harm. The Ksitigarbha King only wanted to empty the hell all his life. , or obliterated, unless we really retreat."

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name came out again, and the mud bodhisattva made a move. His body was full of golden light, like a Buddha descending into the world. The ancient and majestic aura raged across the world like a tsunami. The blood river boiled and roared. The sun is falling.

"Buzz!"

Qin Shihuang took the lead, with a dignified expression, he sacrificed a silver sword, the light of the sword shone across the wilderness, and a piece of sword light shone out, smashing the palm into pieces, cleanly and without muddling at all.

The silver sword contended and returned to Qin Shihuang's palm. Although he smashed the palm, his face did not ease at all, and he said seriously: "Everyone, I don't care what you think, it is impossible to retreat now, I will give you Two options."

"One, it is to join forces to kill the Ksitigarbha King."

"The second is death."

A word of death, biting it very hard, said it from his mouth, and a strong killing intent suddenly appeared on the entire ship, running through the past and present, making the hearts of all the saints tremble.

Qin Shihuang was not joking. Although there is only a ray of obsession in front of him, this ray of obsession holds everything about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva during his lifetime. Even as an obsession, he has lived to this day and can talk to ordinary people. stronger.

As a strong man of his generation, Qin Shihuang was well aware of the horror of such people, and he did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

"I will definitely be with you." Liu Shanhe also looked dignified, standing by Qin Shihuang's side.

Then, ten sages also agreed with Qin Shihuang.

In the arena, apart from the Dragon Clan, there are still five Monster Clan people who are hesitant to cooperate with the Human Clan, which makes them very unhappy.

"boom!"

However, when they were hesitating, Qin Shihuang didn't hesitate, and slapped the golden crow saint with a slap.

"Dare!" Jin Yan was startled, and greeted him with a palm,

"boom!"

The two palms intersected, and there was no disturbance in this strange space, but Jin Yan was pushed a few steps away with one palm, coughing up blood violently, and looking ruthlessly.