Chapter 160

Western regions.

In a huge ancient temple with Buddha's light shining like a palace, bells rang continuously.

Every time the bell rings, there will be bursts of Sanskrit from the ancient temple.

The ancient temple is very huge. If you look from the air, the whole ancient temple stretches for thousands of miles. You can't see the edge at a glance, which gives people incomparable shock.

Around the ancient temple, there are large and small temples everywhere. Those temples are like the bodyguards of the ancient temple, which protect the ancient temple.

At this time, in a magnificent hall of the ancient temple, a young monk of about 15 or 16 years old sat quietly on a futon.

Behind the little monk is a huge statue of Buddha.

The Buddha statue is not made of tacky gold, but of a material like gold and stone.

The Buddha pinches the lotus finger with one hand and smiles. No matter how you look at it, it seems to be smiling at the world.

This statue of Buddha looks different from any Buddha on earth.

The little monk sitting on the futon has a solemn and solemn face.

There are three monks sitting around the little monk.

The three monks looked different, some kind, some dignified and some calm.

The three men sat next to the little monk and chanted with their eyes closed.

Although the three were chanting, their faces flashed dignified colors from time to time.

With the passage of time, a layer of sweat appeared on the little monk's smooth forehead, as if he was under great pressure.

The intermittent pictures flashed through the mind of the young monk, including the pictures of blood flowing into a river, the pictures of fighters fighting, and the pictures of corpses turning into mountains.

There are also pictures of Buddhist temples destroyed by handprints flying from heaven.

Seeing the picture of the destruction of Buddhism, there were more beads of sweat on the little monk's forehead.

Finally, the picture of the little monk stopped and stopped on the picture of the confrontation between the two figures.

The two men are of great stature, with empty feet and strong breath of destroying the sky and the earth.

One of them was surrounded by a long sword, each of which gave off a terrible smell.

The long sword danced around the man, and the surrounding space was constantly broken and overlapped. The scene was extremely terrible.

The man's face is vague and can't see clearly. He can only vaguely see that he should be a middle-aged man, tall and straight, like the king of the nine gods, exuding huge authority.

When the little monk saw another person, he couldn't help shaking his soul.

In reality, the little monk sitting on the futon couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The man opposite the middle-aged man was wearing a dark robe, which was blown by the vigorous wind in the nine sky.

Every time the dark robe flutters, it will cause the vibration of space. What makes the little monk more frightened is the inexplicable patterns embroidered on the man's black robe. The little monk just looks at them and feels that his soul seems to be sucked away.

Just as the little monk was struggling to resist, a burst of chanting sounded, and the little monk's spiritual consciousness finally stopped.

The recovered little monk looked at the man in black robe with fear and horror.

If it weren't for the sudden chanting sound, I'm afraid his soul would be sucked away. It's just the clothes on the man's body. If the man took the initiative, I don't know how terrible it would be.

Beside the dark robed man, there was a dark weapon box as black as ink. At this time, swords flew out of the weapon box and floated on both sides of the black robed man.

Although the man in black has only one knife and one sword, his momentum is no weaker than that of the man opposite.

With the terrible smell of the sword, the surrounding space is constantly distorted, although it does not tear the space like the sword surrounded by the opposite person. But it is even more frightening, because the black robed people are changing the space. They all know that damage is easy and repair is difficult, but the black robed people are not only repairing, but even as if they are controlling the space to prevent it from being damaged.

The man in black wears a gloomy and strange mask, which exudes the momentum of bullying the world, like a king who controls the creatures in the world, giving people incomparable authority.

When he saw the mask, the little monk couldn't help shaking his soul.

Then two names came to his mind inexplicably.

"God"

"Tianqi Rensheng emperor"

Just as the little monk's soul looked at them, the two figures also looked over.

"Get out!!!"

The two cheered together. In an instant, the mountain collapse and tsunami, and the Zhenwu continent they were in, seemed to be about to be destroyed, constantly shaking.

The whole world didn't calm down until the cheers disappeared.

The little monk's spiritual sense was scattered when they shouted.

In reality, on the young monk's beautiful face, the seven orifices bleed at the same time, and his mouth is also spitting blood.

"No, the spirit's consciousness seems to have been attacked."

Without saying a word, the three monks rushed out of their power and shrouded the little monk in an instant.

Finally, the little monk woke up after the three monks vomited blood.

Ignoring the injury, the three monks hurriedly asked, "lingzun, what did you see?"

Lingzun is a name of Buddhism in Zhenwu mainland. Lingzun is equivalent to the reincarnated Buddha of Tantra on earth.

The little monk looks very miserable now. Although the seven holes no longer bleed, the blood stains left by the blood still remain.

The little monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name.

"I saw two people."

The three monks looked shocked, didn't speak, and continued to wait for the following words from the holy master.

"Those two people are the beginning and end of the catastrophe."

The three old monks looked at each other, and one of them, with a dignified face, saluted and said, "please make it clear."

"Don't say, don't say."

The voice fell, and the little monk had no rest, and sat there.

"Amitabha."

The three monks saluted together and announced a Buddhist horn.

"Lingzun goes well all the way. I wish to go to bliss and come to the world again."

After that, the gate of the hall opened and the figures of the three monks disappeared in the hall.

.....

Shen Lang was not shocked by the identity of Guan Shengdi, but the relationship between Zhenlong Jue and Shen Kun.

In Shen Lang's memory, Shen Kun always explained that he got the true dragon formula inadvertently.

So why does he never say where he got it? Every time Shen Mingming asks, Shen Kun is ambiguous, which makes people feel surrounded by clouds and mountains.

In the last Shen family war, Shen Kun disappeared strangely. It is reasonable to say that the Shen family is only a family that has been established for less than a century. Shen Kun is rigid and has few friends in the Jianghu.

Not to mention the people in the virtual world came to save him. Everything was foggy again. The witnesses at that time, Li Zongquan and others, were dead, leaving only some martial artists of various families who participated in the war at that time.

Those people probably didn't know anything. Only Li Zongquan and others knew the situation best at that time.

Unfortunately, all the parties have died, and most of them were killed by him, which makes Shen Lang cry and laugh.