Chapter 1162

"It's not me..."

The ghost of the void looks down at the astringent voice of the heart pierced by Yuanxiao's left hand.

"I know it's not you."

Yuanxiao nodded, "but I've got a fancy to your heart core. The heart core of the God level void devil is a very rare material. Originally, I didn't intend to do it, but seeing the surrounding formation, you're dead, so your heart core is cheap. They're not as cheap as me."

"Devil..."

The ghost of the void trembled.

"Soul sucking..."

The Lantern Festival opens its mouth, and a space black hole envelops the ghost in the void. With the help of the soul sucking talent of the Royal ghost, the ghost is eaten. As for the heart core in the hand, it is crushed with one hand and integrated into the palm of the left hand with the help of the magic art of refining treasure.

"My Buddha is merciful. The benefactor is cruel."

The golden light of Buddha is blessed in the golden cage with the sound of the old Buddha.

"It's better to die in my hands than to be treated by you."

Yuanxiao looks back at the cage.

There are five long eyebrow old monks in total, each of them is a simple ascetic monk, all of whom are the main gods. Behind the five people, there are five Buddhist countries, in which countless people are chanting sutras and blessing Buddhist seals, and constantly strengthening the golden cage.

"Do you know who I am?"

Yuanxiao rubbed the slave's hair and calmed the slave.

"I don't know which elder of the spirit clan is."

The head monk said indifferently, "if you are willing to return to our Buddha, you will be able to become our Buddhist dharma protector. If you are still above the old monk, if you are stubborn, we can only forcibly turn you into the world and eliminate the harm."

"The LORD God can be called Buddha. Why are you still monks?"

Yuanxiao asked.

"No gold is a false Buddha."

Long eyebrow old monk indifferent way.

"Fifty Buddhas, who are you following?"

Yuanxiao asked again.

"Square inch Buddha."

The old monk with long eyebrows is holding the road.

"It was him..."

Yuanxiao sneered, "I can let one of you go back, and the remaining four will stay here. The one who goes back will remember to tell the Buddha Fangcun that I like him, and he will go to his Buddhist country to take it in person sooner or later."

"Charity."

The head of the long eyebrow monk nodded to one of them.

But in the blink of an eye, this person has stepped on the Golden Lotus disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on?"

The slave tugged the corner of the Lantern Festival and asked curiously.

"It's very simple."

Yuanxiao said with a smile, "the cage around us is the main artifact with the rule of degree. At the beginning, they were full of confidence and wanted to take over me. However, the five people joined hands with me, but it was so light that even you were protected by me. They instantly knew that the intelligence error had been kicked to the iron plate."

"It turns out that these old monks are deceiving the soft and afraid of the hard."

Slave eyes a glare disdain way.

"The weak eat the strong. If it is me who is weak at this time, we will be turned into Buddhist puppets."

Yuanxiao nodded, "but now it's me who is strong. I control their life and death. I need you to become the queen of Asura and bring me the power of the abyss Blood River. So I want you to carve these four words into my bones."

Without waiting for the slave to reply, the Lantern Festival has disappeared into a shadow.

It is impossible to block the original spirit of freedom for the trapped Buddha at the level of master artifact. Therefore, it is just that an old monk with a long eyebrow appears in the shadow. The empty fingers of the left hand smash the space around the long eyebrow monk, and then they are bound to pinch and explode in the palm.

His eyes glared, and death's magic eye pupil looked at an old monk with long eyebrows who turned his head.

The death is the result of the killing, and the death is the result. The fire of the bell burns the past in spite of the protective Buddhist utensils and layers of Buddha light on the elder monk with long eyebrow. It uses the fire of the bell to perform the magic art of great disaster to break out the fire of the funeral bell and turn the old monk into a torch and die under the law of cause and effect.

In the face of the third long browed monk, Yuanxiao's right hand pops up a water line.

The thin water line, invisible to the naked eye, is reaching its limit. It is cut vertically from the head of the long eyebrow monk. Both the Buddha's utensils and the Buddha's light are divided into two parts. The whole blood of the long eyebrow monk has been drained by the blood line, and the water line shrinks to the fingertips of the Lantern Festival.

Three long eyebrow old monks, three fingers between the fall.

Only the head of the long eyebrow monk, closed his eyes and deeply regretted. He realized that they might have provoked a terrible enemy to the Buddhists. Since there was no way out, he would use his own life to get rid of a big enemy.

With a flash in the center of his eyebrows, a Buddha lamp flashed in front of his forehead.

When the lamp burned, it had turned itself into fuel in an instant. However, the original weak light was shining all over the sky. The fire flashed and rushed to the Lantern Festival, which was branded on his heart. He completely ignored the wizard's robe transformed by blood.

"What a light of Buddha's heart..."

Yuanxiao's mouth flashed a trace of ridicule.Long eyebrow monk, burning life and true spirit into this light of light is always in his heart. The lamp itself is harmless and even can greatly increase his understanding. But at the same time, as long as the Buddhist people are nearby, they can feel that he is the mortal enemy of Buddhism.

In this way, the Buddhists of all nationalities will try their best to strangle him.

However, the long eyebrow monk didn't know until he died. The reason why he used the Buddha's heart lamp was that his fate had been controlled soundlessly in the real field. To bear this light was the purpose of his stepping into the trap this time.

"So the four gods died?"

Nu Nu shuddered.

"Lord God, they are not."

Yuanxiao shook his head and said, "the real God means are much more powerful than them. There should be at least a few master artifact. They just have the power of the LORD God. If I am not mistaken, they are all saints of the Buddha."

"Saint, how can this be possible?"

Nu Nu was astonished to find that the saints in her inheritance memory were so powerful.

"Yes! How could it be? "

Yuanxiao frowned.

Saints are the living Holy Spirit and the most important wealth of a God. Their thoughts and thoughts are highly unified with the gods, even because the pure belief to the extreme will sublimate their souls to the level of terror.

But saints themselves have a weakness, that is, they can only borrow part of the power of the gods.

Naturally, there is a limit to the power borrowed. The power of the saint will never exceed the powerful divine power. However, there are five saints at the LORD God level. This gives him a very bad feeling about what kind of power Buddhism has mastered in recent years.

It is similar to soldiers, but it is obviously different from soldiers.

In the golden universe, Buddhism is not a particularly powerful force. As long as the practitioners themselves are gods, there are few who believe in them. As a result, Buddhism has only 50 gold in 3000 reincarnations.

But now it seems that Buddhism is not as simple as you think.

It seems that only one person can make such a change to Buddhism. If the person is still alive without death, the Buddhists are probably many times more dangerous than he expected.

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