Chapter 1487

"Come out, bloodthirsty!"

As Zhao Fang's voice fell.

Boom!

A tall figure filled with golden light and as bright as a God appeared on Zhao Fang's side.

With the appearance of the golden figure, an unspeakable breath of terror and blood swept through.

At the moment of perceiving this breath, the Qiu beard, the first Puxuan, the nine preaching monks, and the other side of the road are all changing their faces because of the disappearance of Huineng soul fire, and the uncertain huikong!

Hui Kong fiercely looked at the location of the debate meeting, and his body shape suddenly disappeared in place. Only the slightly shocked whisper echoed in the air, "ancestral God?"

Not just huikong.

All the reclusive eminent monks in the Buddhist kingdom were aware of the coming of this terrible atmosphere, their faces changed dramatically and disappeared in situ.

Shua!

Shua!

Shua!

Almost a moment after the separation of the ancestral gods, the figures with strong Buddha light and shocking breath appeared over the White Pagoda Temple from all directions of the Buddhist kingdom.

"Zen master Faxian?"

"Nanhai shenni!"

"Master Shenxiu!"

The excitement and shock of Buddhism came out one after another.

Those strong Buddhists who once dominated history and then gradually immersed themselves in Buddhism have all appeared.

There are old monks, middle-aged hardcover monks and young monks.

There are eight or nine people!

The weakest of these eight or nine people is the early days of God.

Among them, FA Xian, Nanhai and Shenxiu have reached the level of five-star God, and their strength is much stronger than the previous Baogen God monk.

"Amitabha!"

The faint Buddha's name still echoed in the air. A thin old monk appeared beside the eight or nine monks silently.

"Martial uncle huikong!"

"I've seen huikong monk!"

At the moment of seeing the old monk, all the monks saluted together.

Even those who also have the title of a divine monk, such as FA Xian, are no exception!

"Martial uncle!"

Qiu bearded the first Puxuan. Seeing huikong appear is like seeing the Savior. His eyes flash with excitement.

But when he noticed huikong's grief and heavy expression, he had some uneasy thoughts in his heart.

Huikong didn't see anyone. Since he appeared, his eyes fell on listening.

"You're out!"

"Hmm!" I nodded.

"So, Huineng is really dead." huikong seems to be asking and listening. In fact, his words are a positive tone.

"Amitabha!"

Huikong gently sang the Buddha's name with a compassionate expression, which seemed to be Huineng mourning the death.

"What!"

"Martial uncle Huineng is dead?"

"Listen to the killing?"

"This ungrateful traitor!"

Among Buddhists, the crowd is excited.

Listening, it seemed that I didn't hear it. I just looked at huikong and shook my head slightly, "huikong, you haven't been able to keep it for so many years!"

"Even if you can't hold it, the Buddhist kingdom will not be destroyed!" Hui Kong said calmly.

Words fall.

Zhao Fang continued, "it's not up to you whether you can destroy it, old monk!"

Huikong looked at Zhao Fang and squeezed out a smile on his thin old face. "The old monk looked away and didn't expect that the almsgiver still hid such amazing means!"

"Monk, I would also like to thank you for suppressing the palace leader in the demon subduing cave, otherwise I wouldn't have the chance to come to the Buddha bone relic sea and get such a great opportunity!"

Zhao Fang stimulates huikong.

"Buddha bone relic sea?"

"Have you been in? Boy, what did you do to the Buddha bone relic sea?"

Before huikong opened his mouth, a powerful Buddhist drank it out.

Zhao Fang didn't even look at the man.

"Die!"

The ancestral God stepped out one step and drank low. At the moment of export, a terrible wave that crushed the God's consciousness spread out in an instant.

Boom!

The Buddhist strongman who scolded Zhao Fang took the lead in exploding his head, as brilliant as fireworks.

Then the body burst to pieces and didn't even leave any residue!

The power of ancestral God is so terrible!

Not to mention him, except for the limited gods who can barely resist, the other gods and emperors are like firecrackers burned by Mars, one after another.

For a while.

Panic and shrill screams filled the audience!

"Martial uncle, you always think of a way!"

Qiu bearded the first Puxuan, looked at huikong and cried eagerly.

Hui Kong folded his hands and looked more compassionate. He spit out four words: "all dharmas belong to the Buddha!"

The short four words changed the faces of all the strong Buddhists present.

"Martial uncle, really?"

"The Buddha Kingdom has reached the time of life and death. At this moment, we don't hesitate to save ourselves!"

Huikong's voice was still flat. He looked at Zhao Fang, "everything is destiny, but the old monk didn't believe it. The Buddhist kingdom will be destroyed today!"

"The palace master will kill one and show you!"

For huikong and others, Zhao Fang will not have half a silk of pity in his heart.

And just as the ancestral God separated himself to prepare for further action.

Nearly 20 strong gods in Buddhism sat in mid air and recited Buddhist scriptures.

The sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures is initially subtle and almost inaudible.

But then.

The sound sounded like thunder in the sky.

"All appearances are illusory. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, you see the Tathagata."

"All promising dharmas are like dreams and illusions, like dew and electricity. We should do so."

"All actions are impermanent, everything is bitter, all dharmas have no self, and silence is joy."

"The mind produces all kinds of dharmas, and the mind destroys all kinds of dharmas."

“……”

Under their Sanskrit chants, characters full of Buddhist breath floated out of huikong and other divine monks and slowly integrated into the figure among the people.

Just in the blink of an eye.

A giant Buddha with a smile and a world-shaking atmosphere appeared opposite the separation of ancestral gods.

The Golden Buddha was filled with a breath that was not inferior to the separation of ancestors and gods.

"Buddha Dharma body?"

I was shocked and shouted when I saw the Golden Buddha.

"Buddha? Ancestral God?"

Zhao Fang frowned. Unexpectedly, there was such an amazing means hidden in the palm of the Buddha kingdom!

"Don't be surprised. Buddhism is good at forbearance and doesn't force them to the end. You can't imagine how many cards they will have!"

Listening gradually restored calm, but the voice was still a little shocked.

"Even the holy beast didn't expect that they still have the Buddha Dharma body!"

"However, the maintenance of the Buddha Dharma body is based on the sacrifice of life and death of huikong and others. It can't last long, as long as you can survive him!"

Zhao Fang frowned slightly at listening to the proposal.

Endure?

How is that possible!

The Buddha Dharma body is a rootless tree, which can only be maintained by the mixed blood divine power of huikong and others.

But the separation of ancestral gods is not so!

This is his strongest card.

I thought I could sweep the White Pagoda Temple after taking it out. I didn't expect such changes to happen.

"There's no other way?"

Talking room.

The separation of ancestral gods has collided with the Buddha Dharma body!