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He is saving a great world, saving all living beings, and gaining the power of faith, but it also makes believers full of energy, light in body and healthy, and reciprocal in both directions.

Now this kind of degree of Huahua is contrary to the scriptures. It has already changed beyond recognition, and it is completely brutal suppression and cleansing of the soul, so that it loses itself.

"It's okay if you use speed to stop fighting. But Huahua is not evil, what has it to do with you? But she was brutally suppressed. If you want to say something today, or you will overthrow this Mount Sumeru." The people of Tianzhi Village shouted. , like a lion roaring.

"All benefactors are too obsessed with misinterpreting the Buddha's meaning. Why bother to come here? It's empty and silent. Don't look at it." The young monk said.

Obviously, his status is unusual, and his magic power is very strong, with a kind of calmness and confidence.

"Chong!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan, who had been silent all this time, moved, pulled out a dark red fairy sword, and slashed at it. The fairy light swept for dozens of miles, and with a splash, it hit the person and chopped off his head.

Mount Sumeru is very strong, with the power of infinite faith flowing, but it cannot prevent all the sudden blows to this imperial weapon.

"It's empty and silent, why bother to come." Ye Fan said calmly.

"puff!"

The head of the young monk turned into bloody mud, his body disintegrated, and he died completely, full of unwillingness.

"I've said everything I need to say. I'm clearly coveting my disciple's Buddhist supernatural powers, but I keep lying. It's better to help you lose everything." Ye Fan paused, and continued: "I also have a way to relieve the great suffering in the world. Establishing a religion in the western desert and saving all sentient beings began from Mount Sumeru.”

Chapter 1493 Eight Parts

Mount Sumeru has been spattered with blood for many years. This place is sacred and immaculate, and has never been stained with blood. However, this kind of thing happened today, which is unimaginable for Buddhists.

No one expected Ye Fan to be so straightforward. He drew his sword and killed the young monk, turning him into bloody mud and dying on Mount Sumeru.

This is definitely a great disaster. Who would dare to do this since ancient times?Even if there is a fight, no one dares to kill Buddha so recklessly on Mount Sumeru!

"Amitabha..." The middle-aged monk on the mountainside recited the Buddha's name, his face full of grief. He was reciting the Sutra of Rebirth for salvation. After a while, he suddenly raised his head, with two threatening rays of light in his eyes, and shouted: "The Buddha's door is pure. Earth, how can you allow these great demons to interfere."

"Rumble"

The sky and the earth vibrated violently, as if there were infinite lightning resonating. There was infinite light on Mount Sumeru. The power of faith swept across like a vast ocean, and there were thousands of silver waterfalls falling down. This is the ocean of thought power.

The power of faith is like the sea and like a knife, surging, radiant, sacred and majestic, surging down from the sky, and coming forward.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Dongfang Ye shouted, his thick long hair fluttering in the air, raised the mace in his hand, and smashed forward.

This weapon was damaged before, but now it has been repaired. It is a great sacred weapon, full of power, fierce and domineering, like a pillar supporting the sky fell down, rumbling, and smashed into chaos.

"boom!"

With a loud shock, the ocean of belief in front of him was blocked and blocked the way, while the supreme power of the mace's big stick pushed forward for more than ten miles, but it was also dissipated.

With the last loud bang, the thunder exploded, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, the savage took a few big steps back, and the surging power of infinite faith disappeared.

Everyone gasped, this is Mount Sumeru, almost impenetrable.

You must know that the savage is the king of saints, and what he is urging is the great holy weapon, but he is blocked by the faith power induced by a middle-aged monk and cannot attack.

One can imagine the great horror here.

If it was replaced by the leader of Mount Sumeru, or urged by the peerless old monk who came out of the Great Leiyin Temple on the top of the mountain, what kind of terrible situation would it be? !

Buddhism is unfathomable, and everything depends on Mount Sumeru.

"Whoever breaks into my pure land of Buddhism, although our temple is merciful, it cannot tolerate the troubles of the world's great demons." The huge mountain is so tall that it does not know how many feet high, it is huge and terrifying, and there is a roar from above.

The Buddhist strongman appeared, this time dozens of arhats appeared one after another, each of them had a golden body, the Buddha's light formed a ring behind his head, and each treasure looked solemn.

In the middle is an old monk, wearing cassock, with the sun, moon and stars shaking on it. His eyebrows are white, his face is wrinkled, and he looks down indifferently with a kind of majesty.

"Monk, don't ask questions knowingly, let Huahua out, or my horse will step on Mount Sumeru!" Li Tian shouted.

As soon as these words came out, the dozens of arhats behind the old monk could not be calm. For many years, who dared to speak like this, when Mount Sumeru is where? !

"That child has a predestined relationship with my Buddhist school. It is a great fortune to lead him into the door and withdraw from the world of mortals." The old monk said plainly.

"On the contrary, you are talking nonsense with your eyes open, saving people's disciples, plotting supernatural powers, being despicable and shameless, but still speaking in such a high-sounding manner, are you a Buddha or a demon?!" The stove flew out, zooming in instantly.

Immediately, Nanming Lihuo roared, Suzaku Divine Fire boiled, Samadhi True Fire rolled, and Five Elements Fire swept across. It was a cloud of fire, a blazing ocean, covering the sky and covering the earth.

The Goddess Furnace tore apart the heavens and the earth, zoomed in like a huge mountain, crystal-clear all over, blooming with auspicious colors, and fell down, carrying endless flame impacts, trying to break through Mount Sumeru.

"Buddhism has the virtue of being good at life, but you are a demon and disturb the world, but you have to use swords to suppress it." The old monk said.With a soft reprimand, the dozens of arhats behind him all started to move, each emitting immeasurable Buddha light, drawing infinite power of faith to fight against the Goddess Furnace.

This was a big collision. The Goddess Furnace was very powerful, but in the end it was knocked back and could not be attacked.

Mount Sumeru is too sacred, like a huge imperial weapon, blessed with so much faith, invincible by all laws, and has endless pressure on the outside world.

"Monk, are you really not going to let my disciple go?" Ye Fan sneered, showing his white teeth, showing his murderous intent.

"He is destined to be my Buddhist disciple in this life, and he has already broken the relationship between master and apprentice with you." The old monk said, staring at the dark red killing sword behind Ye Fan, very jealous.

"Then don't blame me for killing!" Ye Fan yelled coldly, it didn't make sense, so he had to fight bloody and kill Mount Sumeru.

"Amitabha, good, good, the benefactor is too hostile, you need to cultivate your mind, and you should know how to let go." The old monk persuaded, with a look of compassion.

"Put it down? Let your mother fart!" Long Ma groaned, like a thunderbolt, shaking everyone's ears numb, and added: "It's hypocritical."

The old monk on Mount Sumeru froze, and the dozens of arhats were even more dazed. Who are these people?It's too vulgar, roaring at Mount Sumeru, and uttering such vicious words.

"If you can stop fighting with killing and make the world peaceful, the old monk is willing to be a sinner, even if his hands are stained with blood. Amitabha, hereby, first confess your sins to the Buddha." The old monk continued to chant.

Then he raised his head and chanted the mantra, the whole Mount Sumeru was different, the silver-white holy light began to turn into gold, and the power of his thoughts was surging and unfathomable.

There was a great coercion spreading out, like a great emperor awakening, and even vaguely aimed at Ye Fan, resisting the dark red killing sword in his hand.

Mount Sumeru is unrivaledly powerful, and this kind of thought power fluctuation is actually mixed with strands of imperial energy, terrifying to the heavens, trying to stop Lingbao Tianzun's killing sword.

Moreover, a virtual gate appeared on the mountain, as if it was connected to another world. There were bursts of roars, as if a group of prehistoric beasts were about to leave the gate, spreading out a shocking aura.

"The eight tribes were born to protect the Buddhist gate and suppress demons!" The old monk shouted.

A large black hole appeared on Mount Sumeru, and teams of strong men rushed out of it. All of them had different appearances, and they were definitely not human beings. There were boa constrictors, yakshas, ​​Shuras, and Garuda gods... all of them had auras. Horror, mystery!

"Eight dragons!" Qi Luo changed color. They had seen it last time, and suffered a lot.

These are Yasha, Gandharva, Asura, Garuda and other eight heavenly dragons. They are all mysterious and powerful races, and they became Dharma protectors after they surrendered to Buddhism.

"Buddhism is really not good. These should be rare ancient strongmen, but they have turned them into congregants and reduced them to thugs."

Who said that Buddhism was born, these are all strong, gathered together, became a subversive force, and could sweep an area with a shot at a critical moment.