The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

Chapter 974: Standing Buddha

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Knife strikes!

For a moment, the heavens and the earth have been eclipsed, and these two weapons have undoubtedly become the absolute center.

The shock wave is like an atomic bomb that destroys the earth. It sweeps away the dust and gravel in the sky and spreads in all directions in an overwhelming manner.

The sky and the earth swept a thick and high smoke, like a sandstorm. It almost cohered the sky and the earth, covering the sky and covering the sun. It swept the whole nine secluded **** with sound, and quickly rolled up to the nearest city.

Boom!

Wherever passed, the village became a ruin and was taken to the sky.

These villages did not have the refuge of Wang Yin, and the ghosts of the village had long been sucked into the black hole and turned into a dead village. At the moment, the village is even the last trace of survival has been wiped out.

This dust is invincible, and all the objects encountered are turned into nothing, and are close to the nearest city.

The runners floated in the air, clasping the seal of the king, and the light of the road fell, covering the huge runner city, like a huge protective cover to protect their own city and people.

The people in the city are still unpredictable, and the liver and gallbladder are cracked. What they have seen and heard today is unpredictable for a lifetime.

They saw the black smoke coming closer and closer to the sky, trying to escape from each other, but now the protective cover of Wang Yin not only protected them, but also restricted their actions.

No matter how they collide, they can't rush out.

The runner's face was gloomy to the extreme, and roared: "Give me a stop, don't worry, there is me, what are you afraid of?"

After listening to the swearing of the Lord of the City, the people gave up and fled, but could not keep calm down, and turned to the squad to bow down and pray for his protection.

The runner always kept urging his skill and secretly biting his teeth. He didn't know what caused this scene, but there is no doubt that it was the 18th-layer **** that caused this scene, he and his city. It became a fish that was caught.

Not only for his people, but also for himself, he must resist hard and not run away.

If he ran away and the people ceased to exist, then he would become a loner, what do you mean?

He took a deep breath, looked at the smoke that was getting closer and closer, and secretly cheered himself up.

at last--

The smoke hit the protective cover.

boom!

An earth-shattering loud noise, the protective cover trembled violently, and the sound of the sound.

The face of the runner king became pale in an instant, and the arm holding the king's seal kept shaking and the blue veins were exposed.

His sorrowful screams were terrible, and this was fierce and far-reaching.

Hey!

A crisp sound, the reticle shattered, the smoke swept across, and directly over the towering walls of the runner city, the wall collapsed and became a ruin.

"what--"

There was a sharp scream in the city, and the smoke was deadly. All the creatures were turned into nothing, and the soul flew away.

A group of ghosts and people fled around and tried to escape the pursuit. However, the smoke was much faster than them, and they caught up in the blink of an eye, leaving them nowhere to hide.

The runners lived in high altitude and watched their own people die and wounded, but they could do nothing.

This time, he really wants to be a lonely man.

Seeing the smoke rushed to the front of him, he subconsciously waved the smack of the king to counterattack, but he heard a bang, and the king's seal cracked!

The runner Wang looked at his magic weapon and turned it into pieces, which was torn apart.

This is a heavenly magic weapon. How can it be so easily damaged?

Just the blow just now, not only broke through the mask, but also the irreversible damage.

As soon as he urged his skill to inject into the king's seal, he was finally dead.

Although the runner is very heartbroken, he can see the smoke coming. He still has the advantage of reason, and he does not care for his own people. It turns into a streamer, like a dog at home.

He flew tirelessly for a long time before turning his head and looking back.

His runner city has disappeared, completely covered in smoke, and no one has escaped.

Encountered by the blockage of this city, the momentum of the smoke gradually weakened, and finally, dissipated, as if it had never appeared before, but the runner city that has been razed to the ground has revealed the traces of its existence.

The runner stopped and looked at his city from afar, crying and crying.

Whoever provoked himself, how did he suffer this innocent disaster?

"what--"

He shouted in the sky, and all the emotions were mixed in this voice, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

No one cares about his gains and losses. Everyone is attracted by the 18th floor of Hell and the black hole in the sky.

After the black hole sucked away Tang Yin, he did not stop, but unscrupulously absorbed the ghosts between the heavens and the earth more fiercely.

Some of the weaker kings are struggling and crumbling, and the protective cover seems to be broken at any time.

Among the ghosts, the cities of the kings are far apart. Although everyone saw the smoke in the sky, no one saw that the runner city had been destroyed by the smoke, and naturally it was impossible to personally feel the power of its horror. .

Eighteen layers of hell.

Looking around, everything in the surrounding area has collapsed. After the smoke has dissipated, only three figures stand on the ruins.

The Dizang King, the Nether King and the Shura are tens of meters away from each other, showing the potential of the horns.

The golden light of the wand is dimmed a lot, and the momentum of the Shura knife is also weak.

The impact of the two sides has caused an earth-shattering effect, which is not expected by the King of Tibet.

This is the master battle, almost a battle between the two ways.

This war has also caused another effect, that is, the ghosts and ghosts in the nine secluded **** completely disappeared, and they were wiped out, which is even more immediate than the effect of the Tibetan kings, but these ghosts are scattered. The end is naturally more than the degree of the Tibetan king.

The treasure of the Tibetan king regrets that he has great compassion and compassion, but he cannot control everything.

The result today is a variable that comes out of his control.

"Golden glare, swearing? Haha, but this is the case. You are a joke, and now I am with Shura, and there are ghosts. Who can block me in this ghost world? Is it you? You do Got it?" The Nether King smirked triumphantly.

The anger on the face of the King of Tibet has gradually disappeared and turned into a grief. A pair of pitiful eyes look in all directions. The nine secluded **** has been destroyed, and the real has become a dead place, except for the three of them, even a ghost. It is.

The Tibetan king sighed long, sighed with his hands, and sang the Tibetan scriptures loudly. One verse flew out of his mouth and flew around his high ground like a butterfly.

Nether King looked at this scene disdainfully, sneer: "I will see you have any tricks when I die."

The king of the Tibetan Mastiff finished the entire collection of the scriptures. One by one, the scriptures no longer flew, but fell on him. He was covered in golden light, and all the scriptures were intertwined, and turned into a skeleton, twins. Hui, the treasure is solemn.

He sat down on his knees, and a huge colorful sacred lotus rose under him, lifting him up.

The prajna sacred lotus blossoms, and the petals are constantly blooming. When they reach the thirty-six petals, they do not stop. The petals are still blooming, as if there is no end.

The Nether King slammed and his face changed slightly.

There is only thirty-six petals in the sacred sacred lotus of the Tibetan king. How come it is so much, how many?

Forty, forty-one, forty-two... It is still blooming, is it necessary to go to a nine hundred and eighty-one petal to reach the ultimate state of Prajna?

No, how is this possible?

How can he do it in such a short period of time, it is impossible!

"Hell is not empty, swear not to become a Buddha! Hell is empty, stand up to become a Buddha!"

Sixteen words, the words and beads, smashed out of the mouth of the Tibetan kings, echoing on the ruin of the bleak.

The spirit of the Nether King is trembled, he has never heard this.

Because, when the Tibetan king made this swearing, he was already infected by the yin of the nine secluded hell, sinking into the bottom of the eighteen layers of hell.

Now listening to these sixteen words, he suddenly has a bad feeling.

He stared intently at the Tibetan king, and suddenly saw him put on the golden enamel, bathed in the sacred golden light, and the wrought iron in his hand illumined a verse, and the sacred lotus continually blooms the petals. Finally stopped at fifty-six petals.

The sacred lotus of fifty-six petals is much stronger than the thirty-six petals.

Every petal of the prajna sacred lotus symbolizes a catastrophe encountered by the cultivator during the cultivation process. From thirty-six petals to fifty-six petals, the sacred king experienced twenty catastrophes. , not an external form.

Therefore, these twenty catastrophes are what he experienced in the course of his short-lived process.

Although the prajna sacred lotus did not reach the ultimate state, it did not affect the king of the sacred Buddha. With his cultivation and heart, he had already reached the conditions for becoming a Buddha. However, since he made a vow, he was unable to break through the hell. This level.

Nowadays, under the erroneous ambiguity, the war between the king of Tibet and Shura has spread widely. Everything in **** has disappeared. Hell has collapsed and collapsed completely. Hell is empty, and his vows are not attacked. broken.

Hell is empty and is a Buddha.

Therefore, all this is natural, and it will not be necessary to prepare for the Tibetan King.

He sang the scriptures and chanted it through culture.

袈裟 Attached to the body, become a Buddha!

The Buddha is the ultimate form of his cultivation of magical powers, so he almost reached the peak of his cultivation.

However, the catastrophe he experienced was not enough. Prajna was only fifty-six petals, and he did not really reach the extreme of the Buddha.

Nowadays, his cultivation is equivalent to the master's Mahayana, and he almost touched the threshold of the peak.