The Mahavira Hall was empty, except for the golden Buddha face with compassion.

Zhou Yi had anticipated this for a long time. The eminent monks in charge of Buddhism would become demons, and other eminent monks would either betray their beliefs or ascend to bliss.

When it comes to the ruthlessness of attacking heretics, officials are far inferior to religion, after all heretics are more hateful than heretics.

"This is also convenient, just to catch the Buddhist inheritance in one sweep!"

Zhou Yi's mana operation performed an illusion technique, which manifested the Buddha's Dharma image with a height of more than ten feet. The golden light was shining, and the divine might was mighty.

"Amitabha!"

The Dharma Xiang declared the Buddha's name, looked at the believers outside the temple with compassion, and said, "The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, and mercy is universal! The monks of Wanfo Temple, King Kong Temple, and Dafo Temple are possessed by demons from outside the world, and they are good at dividing the Buddha's believers into four groups. Wait!"

"The poor monk takes the order of the Buddha, slays the demons, and restores the purity of Buddhism!"

Since their birth, the believers outside the hall have been influenced by their families and Buddhism, and instinctively believe that people should be divided into four classes.

Furthermore, after joining Buddhism, they belonged to the first-class people with vested interests. They suddenly heard that all living beings are equal, and they felt rejection from the bottom of their hearts.

Fortunately, Zhou Yi, under the guise of the true Buddha, has mastered the right to interpret the Buddhist scriptures, otherwise the believers would have rushed forward in desperation. Fanatical religious believers are not afraid of death, but consider it to be liberation, to return to the arms of Buddha in bliss!

"Amitabha!"

Zhou Yi's eyes were cold and his voice was like thunder: "You are also possessed by demons?"

"Meet my Buddha!"

"Buddha is merciful, all beings are equal!"

"..."

The devotees hurriedly knelt down and worshipped, and the slogans they said were uneven, and no one dared to question the real Buddha who came into the world. The monks in the Wanfo Temple who knew about the world of immortality have all been wiped out, and the rest are mostly true Buddhist believers.

When eminent monks know that "Buddha" is made of immortals, it is difficult to have awe!

Zhou Yi swept through his spiritual sense and could easily distinguish between true and false thoughts. Most believers were hesitant, and a few mad believers agreed with what the true Buddha said.

"Buddhist has ruled for hundreds of years, and the hierarchy has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It is not something that can be changed overnight. Even if the monks are completely killed and the imperial court manages them, wouldn't they still have the same hierarchy?"

Thinking of this, I suddenly feel disheartened.

"It's not yet time to change the level, but you can take this opportunity to rectify Xuan Xiao's name!"

Zhou Yi gave birth to lotus in his footsteps, and rose into the sky, writing in the void with a pointer pen.

at the same time.

The Buddha statue on the mountain rumbled, and handwriting was revealed on the chest. First, the eight characters of "All beings are equal, Mercy and Purdue".

Then, through the mouth of the Buddha, he explained the truth of Xuan Xiao's beheading of Miao Shan.

"The high-level Buddhists are dead. Even if it is difficult to achieve equality for all living beings, those high-ranking people want to have a stable foundation and must preach the words of the true Buddha. One can use this to exclude dissidents, and the other is to demonstrate the legitimacy of governance!"

Zhouyi has gone through thousands of years, even if he has no intention of conspiracy and calculation, it will come naturally when he sees it more.

The believers inside and outside the Wanfo Temple recited the words of the true Buddha word by word, experiencing the equal impact of all beings, and seeing that Xuan Xiao was not a big devil, there were no waves in their hearts.

It doesn't matter if Xuan Xiao is right or wrong, he just revises the scriptures and has no actual benefit.

If you want to take it, you must ask for it!

The inscriptions inscribed by Zhou Yi are all zhangxuanfangyuan, and penetrate into the rock several feet deep. Unless the Buddha statue is knocked down and destroyed, it is difficult to erase.

As the last stroke fell, the Golden Lotus Throne flew to the sky and disappeared.

After a long time.

The believers only woke up from the repeated shocks, and looked around blankly. Since the monks in the temple had all died, they didn't know what to do for a while.

Zhang Li stood up, only to feel that his body was strong and powerful, and the essence devoured by the demons returned to normal under the light of the true Buddha.

"The Buddha said that all living beings are equal!"

...

at this time.

The real Buddha did not leave, but changed into a monk in gray and walked towards the treasure house of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

From Benkong's memory, we know that all the treasures worshipped by the believers are stored here, and there may be things that the Dragon Emperor self-proclaimed.

Zhou Yi had a look of joy on his face, and walked swaggeringly, quite proud.

"It's been thirteen hundred years, and it's finally installed once!"

There seemed to be a singing voice in my ears: wait for a thousand years...

"Tsk tsk, I have to say, the taste of being a saint in front of people is really good!"

While talking, I came to the treasure house of Wanfo Temple, which is a nine-story pagoda with a base covering an area of ​​100 feet, standing majestically.

"Hey! How did the door open?"

Zhou Yi stepped in and saw a fat monk who was holding a sack to pack his belongings.

Hearing the footsteps, the fat monk turned his head and looked over, his hands kept pulling and picking gold, jewelry, and hard currency, and said, "Which hall's disciple are you, the treasure house is so important, how can you come in casually?"

"Didn't the master also come in?"

Zhou Yi found it interesting, and took out an animal skin bag from the cuff, the size of which was one foot square.

"The poor monk is on duty in the treasure house and is checking whether the treasure is missing!"

The fat monk touched his slightly plump belly, and when he saw Zhou Yi taking out his pocket, he didn't pretend, he smiled and said, "You're smart too, but your skin is too thin, how much can you fit in such a small pocket?"

"Until it's full."

Zhou Yi's mana turned, the animal skin pockets flew into the air, and the whirring sound of the wind sounded.

All the objects in the treasury were pulled by it, and even the storage racks were pulled up from the ground, and all fell into the animal skin pockets.

"This this this..."

The fat monk turned pale with fright, the sack in his hand fell to the ground, and golden jewels were scattered, among which was a crystal clear orb.

The whole body of the orb is bright red, like crystals made of blood.

Zhou Yi waved his hand to take a picture of the blood crystal, and his consciousness swept over it repeatedly. It was no different from an ordinary gem. When the sun was shining, there was a faint photo of a dragon in it.

The palm of the hand slowly exerted force, and the blood crystal did not change until it was kneaded with all its strength, and it remained the same.

"If the poor monk comes one step later, he will miss out with his old friend."

Zhou Yi's way of refining the body has reached the pinnacle, and he exerts all his strength to crush the magic weapon. Obviously, the blood crystal is left behind by the Dragon Emperor after he proclaimed himself.

The animal skin bag turned around in the nine-story pagoda, took away all the treasures of the Wanfo Temple, and fell into the hands of Zhou Yi. The bulging bag seemed to be full.

Zhou Yi glanced at the fat monk, turned into an escape light and flew to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, planning to pack all the treasures of Wanfo Temple and take them away.

"Scared the monk to death."

The fat monk wiped his sweat, carried half a sack of gold jewelry on his shoulders, and ran out of the temple with his blood flowing.

There are quite a few monks like him, and true Buddhas say that the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is a devil's den, so taking advantage of the fire to rob them becomes a just act!

...

a month later.

Maitreya Buddha Land.

On the verge of the west coast, it is ruled by Kongoji Temple.

this day.

The real Buddha descended to earth, descended with thunder and anger, and burned the demon head in the temple to fly ashes.

And on the wall of ten thousand Buddhas in the Kongo Temple, the words of the Buddha are inscribed to warn Buddhist believers.

"This is the last great temple."

Zhou Yi strayed across the Buddha Continent, and any temple that ruled a Buddhist land would come down as a true Buddha, kill the devil, and scavenge the ancient books and treasures.

These heritage books record the secrets of the immortal world, which can be traced back thousands of years, and naturally there are Buddhist secrets.

The end of the law is peerless, and the lack of inheritance has little impact. However, when the spiritual energy recovers, it will be a real disaster for Buddhism without immortal cultivation books.

"Sowing evil causes, reaps evil results! Can't blame the poor!"

Zhou Yi's eyes swept across the chaotic King Kong Temple, and his heart suddenly moved. The wanton slaughter of mortals is a sign of ignoring life. Even if there is a reason, it is necessary to take precautions.

Disregarding life not only violates the original intention, but also invites crises and disasters. A long life will make small possibilities inevitable!

"Just got the Buddhist scriptures, go back and recite it!"

...

Deep in the West Sea.

Zhou Yi flew a million miles with the escape light, and found an unnamed island and landed.

Arranging the overlapping formation method, I dare not say that it can trap the ancestors of Nascent Soul, at least Jindan Zhenjun can't escape.

Then he threw the blood crystal on the island and began to use various magical powers, trying to break it open and release the dragon emperor who was banned.

months later.

The blood crystal seems to be the same forever, and it has not been damaged in the slightest.

"It's no wonder that the old guys can rest assured that they are self-proclaimed. Such a solid defense, there is almost no way to break the world, and they can only wait for the passage of time to unblock themselves."

"In the notes of Daoist Xuanxiao, it is recorded that the way to deal with self-proclaimed things is to throw them into the depths of the four seas. There has never been spiritual energy there, and the recovery of the ancestral veins will not be affected, and they must die in deep sleep!"

Zhou Yi was not surprised by this. After all, it was the blood crystal that the Dragon Emperor sacrificed to countless monsters and condensed the massive spiritual things into blood crystals. Its essence was already extraordinary.

"In this way, isn't the poor way of being unable to take revenge?"

"Perhaps you can keep the blood crystal by your side and wait for it to come out slowly... not cool!"

Zhou Yi frowned, took out the storage bag and rummaged through all the treasures, figuring out how to use it to retaliate against the Dragon Emperor, until he saw the altar of ghosts and gods.

"Netherworld Curse! The old dragon was powerful in his lifetime and could easily break the spell. Now that the self-proclaimed consciousness is no different from death, he has no sense of the outside world at all. Could it be that it can consume his lifespan?"

"Try the effect first."

Zhou Yi never spared his lifespan. He directly put the Dragon Emperor blood crystals into the altar and cast spells with his hands.

Consume five hundred Shouyuan.

The ghost and **** statue let out a smirk, and after absorbing the breath, opened its mouth and spit out a black mist covering the blood crystal.

In an instant.

The effect of the spell is completed, and the eight arms of the ghost statue are condensed with the seal.

Zhou Yi's consciousness locked the blood crystal tightly, and he must not miss any changes. After five hundred years of life essence consumption, the crimson color faintly weakened.

"It really works!"

"It's just that the effect doesn't seem to be large. I don't know how many times it takes to cast the spell to exhaust the blood crystal seal. If you change the ancestor of the gods, you can't do anything about it, but the old dragon provokes the poor road."

Since his cultivation so far, Zhou Yi can't figure out how many life essences he has consumed, at least hundreds of millions!

Finally found a means of revenge, waved and threw the blood crystal back into the formation, and set up hundreds of restrictions to ensure that the Dragon Emperor would be killed with one blow after waking up.

Since then.

Zhou Yi settled down on a small island deep in the West Sea, where he used divination, chanting, irrigation, and cursing, consuming thousands of years of lifespan every day.

The color of the blood crystal is getting thinner and thinner, and the dragon shadow in it is getting clearer.

Sixteen years passed in a flash.

this day.

Clear skies.

Zhou Yi placed the blood crystal in the middle of the deserted island. At this time, it could no longer be called a blood crystal. It was almost pure and transparent, with only a few strands of blood floating around the dragon shadow.

"Old Dragon, Pindao paid so much life for revenge, you deserve to die!"

After that, he called Lingshen doll to pack up his belongings, leaving only the formation restrictions on the entire island, and all the rest of the objects were removed.

a long distance away.

Zhou Yishou pinched the tactic, and a layer of light appeared in front of him, and the screen displayed the blood crystal of the Dragon Emperor.

Take out the altar of ghosts and gods from the storage bag. As more and more lifespans are consumed, the altar turns from pitch black to red, and then turns into deep purple, looking at the past like a bottomless abyss.

The ghosts and gods have also changed, and their arms are slender in all directions, and the divine sense can even see the hair on the surface of the skin.

Fortunately, it was still dead, and there was no sign of coming back to life. Instead, the power of the Nether Mantra was getting stronger and stronger, otherwise Zhou Yi would have chopped the altar into firewood and burned it for alchemy.

"With the continuous sacrifice of Shouyuan, this altar seems to be turned into a magic weapon?"

The ancient witchcraft has long been lost, it is completely different from the cultivation method of immortality, and Zhouyi is not very clear.

Hand pinch magic formula, sacrifice Shouyuan.

...

desert island.

As the last few strands of blood dissipated, there was no longer any restrictions to restrain the dragon shadow.

Gradually from the virtual to the real, the dragon shadow turned into a golden dragon more than one inch long, wandering in the transparent crystal.

Since Zhou Yi moved away not long ago, there was still aura left in the prohibition of the formation, and there was an illusion formation that turned the deserted island into a mountain forest.

"Aura of heaven and earth! Ancestral veins condensed again?"

The Dragon Emperor sensed the presence of spiritual energy, and his face showed surprise. After confirming again and again, he immediately drilled out of the crystal.

"This emperor has survived the catastrophe of the end of the law and lived a new life!"

"First find a body and rebuild it, then look for the innate spirits spawned by the ancestral veins. With the help of the heaven and earth to recover the spiritual energy, you will definitely be able to become a demon **** in the future, even if it is a demon saint!"

"Hahaha!"

Thinking of this, the Dragon Sovereign couldn't help looking up to the sky and screaming, but he watched countless thunder lights fall.

"Tianlei? No, it's Lei Fa!"

"Could it be that which old monster woke up first and found this emperor's blood crystal?"

The Dragon Emperor's mind was turned, and he never realized that the ancestral vein was broken. It has only been more than 500 years. After all, the self-proclaimed blood crystal is indestructible, and can only be unsealed by consumption of time.

The method of overcoming the curse may have some effects, but it is weakened by blood crystals, and its power will never exist.

Such spells must be sacrificed, but at the end of the spell, spiritual objects and monks are cut off, so no one in the world can break the blood crystal!

hold head high!

The Dragon Emperor opened his mouth and spit out his vitality, turning it into a shield to resist the thunder, and said at the same time: "Daoist friend, Xiaolong is willing to recognize you as the master, riding a cart and pulling a cart to do anything, just ask for your life!"

No one responded after shouting for a long time, but the formation condensed into a raging flame and wind, constantly depleting the Dragon Emperor's vitality.

In order to reduce consumption, the Dragon Sovereign used a secret method to cut off his body and most of the Nascent Soul when he was proclaiming himself.

Thunder and fire bombed in turn for more than an hour, and the Dragon Emperor Yuanying only had three points left, the size of a fly.

"Damn! Who is it, can this emperor die to understand?"

...

a long distance away.

"cannot!"

Zhou Yi looked at the scene in the light curtain and knew that the Dragon Emperor would surely die, but he still chose not to show his face.

"The weakness after self-proclaimed exit~lightnovelpub.net~ is more serious than Pindao expected. Dragon Emperor has only experienced five hundred years of exit, and his strength is only equivalent to ordinary Jindan. Those old monsters after thousands of years, even if If you don't die, only the remnant remains!"

After another half an hour, the Dragon Emperor completely turned into nothingness in the thunder and flames.

Zhou Yi was still worried, and took out the lottery tube to perform a small cut sky technique, fortune-telling.

The spirit lotus flickered on the ground.

Sign up.

"The great revenge will be avenged, it's time to celebrate!"

Zhou Yi only felt refreshed and rather complacent.

"The strength of the upper and lower realms of the Xiu Xian world is vastly different. There has never been a precedent for Jin Dan to slay the Nascent Soul. Pindao killed the Dragon Emperor in the early stage of Jin Dan, and his demeanor is peerless. It should be recorded in the history books!"

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