Chapter 1607

"My Buddha is merciful." See ye Chen top up the huge mountain, Buddha read body brush hands sprinkle a piece of Buddha light.

That piece of Buddha light, carrying a Buddha scroll, engraved with the six words of Buddhism, hung on the giant mountain.

At that time, Juyue became heavy and pressure doubled.

"I don't need your mercy." Ye Chen roars, golden Qi and blood rise, but the legs or a little bit of pressure is bent down, straight to kneel down on the ground.

"Carry it The four friars all clenched their fists, unable to help, and supported Ye Chen spiritually.

They are all in awe of the ancient holy body, and do not want this strong vein to be suppressed here.

But ah! When the hero is late, ye Chen has exhausted the last trace of holy bone power. He is too tired to bear the suppression of Buddha.

Boom!

With a roar, the eight thousand Zhang mountain which was lifted by Ye Chen fell to the ground and the earth trembled.

Ye Chen was suppressed, no longer have the strength to get up, only startled the sky roar, infinite ring through the sky.

Oh!

The four monks sighed and shook his head. There was a kind of inexplicable sadness, which surged into his mind. The hero was late.

No matter how unyielding and unyielding he was, he could not resist the suppression of Buddha. This time, he failed to create a myth.

Xutian, the body of Buddha's recitation, also collected thousands of golden lights, slowly dissipated and turned into a wisp of thinking power.

Heaven and earth, fall into peace, only blood mist flying.

It's like a mountain.

It's the palm of Buddha, named Wuzhishan by the four sides.

More and more people gathered outside the Wuzhi Mountain to watch out. There were also devout believers who knelt down to worship the Buddha's edict.

"There was such a thing last night." After hearing the reason, the monk couldn't help but wonder.

"We saw with our own eyes the Impatiens were beheaded and the holy body was suppressed by the Buddha."

"A man of iron! Under the pressure of the Buddha, he slaughtered the Impatiens and others

"The Sakyamuni of Jue should be robbed. It is still suppressed by the Buddha this time. It is also a cause and effect." There was a sigh.

At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, there is no light.

I don't know when, just heard the sound of iron chain collision.

The voice comes from an ancient altar, with four copper pillars standing, carved with Buddhist runes, dense.

Ye Chen was locked on the altar, his hands, feet, waist and neck were all handcuffed with cold iron chains.

His hair was dishevelled and his whole body was covered with blood, like a death penalty. His old eyes were muddy and dim.

Suddenly, he raised his old hand and touched his eyes.

Even his immortal eyes were forbidden when his magic power was blocked. Even if he awakened to the way of heaven, he could not escape from the mountain.

"I don't need your mercy." His voice is hoarse, weak, with vicissitudes and fatigue.

Here dark and dead, no light, no life, he can not help but cold and curled up.

Outside the mountain, there are people coming, and I can't help sighing.

For nine consecutive days, outside the Wuzhi Mountain, people kept on walking and coming. Most of them came in admiration.

The old monks were astonished, and there were many young monks. They were awed by the mountain, and they all felt sorry for their inferiority.

"He is a hero of the world." The young nuns have beautiful eyes and beautiful women love heroes.

The people sealed inside have created too many myths all the way. Even if they are suppressed, they are still respectable.

In the distance, there were more than a dozen figures, all covered with black robes and full of tears.

This is a reincarnated man, who did not obey Ye Chen's orders, left xuanhuang, went around and went around, and all came back.

After more than ten people fell down, they sacrificed their own magic weapons, revived their divine power and bombarded Wuzhishan crazily.

"These little kids, they're all in the water!" The four monks lamented one after another, "the strongest is the quasi saint. Do you still want to blow off the ban set by the Buddha?"

"80% of them were kicked by donkeys. They were beyond their ability."

"If it's like this, it won't work for 800 years."

"If you want to save the holy body from the mountain, most of them are old friends or relatives of Ye Chen." Someone pondered.

For the four sides of the discourse, more than ten turn the world if they have not heard of it, still bombarding Wuzhishan.

However, their attack was so weak that they bombarded it for three hours without shaking the five finger mountain.

"Stop." In the mountain, ye Chen was awakened, opened his old eyes, across the mountain, can see the outside, has the divine sense of voice, ordered to stop the attack.

"Lord, we will save you." More than ten times, the world is full of the light of firmness.

"Leave xuanhuang." Ye Chen's voice was hoarse.

"We will come back again." More than a dozen reincarnated people also listened to the order, stopped the bombardment and turned away.

Seeing the tyranny of the seal of Buddha, they are very clear that with their strength, they can't get rid of it.

They can't open, does not mean that others can't, they need to seek help to rescue Ye Chen.Looking at the reincarnation who left, ye Chen's eyes are fuzzy. It seems that he can see the great mountains and rivers through the vanity.

He has been homesick for more than 200 years.

He didn't know whether he could carry it back to the great Chu, because he was in his last years and his life was poor.

Outside the mountain, the empty sky roared again, like thunder.

Everywhere, there are clouds rolling, shaking the sky, as if there are thousands of troops galloping in general.

It was indeed an army of thousands of horses, or chariots, or flying swords, or riding spirit beasts. It was as black as the ocean and the sea.

If you take a closer look, you can see that the Taiqing palace, the supreme City, the ethereal palace, the heaven punishing holy land, the eclosion God Dynasty, the Cangling temple, and the sun and moon deities, all of which are murderous.

"Such a big battle." The spectator monk dengran changed his color and retreated in a hurry for fear of being affected by the aftershocks.

"I used to run away all night, but now I'm fighting back together."

"Obviously, they all came to Ye Chen."

"We all know that the power of the holy bone is exhausted and ye Chen is suppressed. Only then dare they come. If ye Chen has the previous fighting power, do they dare to come? How many come, how many are destroyed. "

"There are at least a million people." Some people sigh.

"If the seal is broken, it will be hard to escape the disaster."

Speaking, the four sides of the killing has arrived, covering the earth, standing full of empty sky, like a black sea.

It is true that there are millions of them, and the battle is extremely huge, which will block the water around Wuzhi Mountain and shake the sky and earth.

"Ye Chen, you also have today." The Supreme Master of the Taiqing palace laughs wantonly and looks ferocious.

The other six saints are also like this, gnashing their teeth, hoping that they can't rush in immediately and tear up Ye Chen.

Ye Chen didn't speak, he looked at the ugly faces, and felt a burst of sadness.

More than two hundred years ago, ninety million monks of the great Chu fought to protect the people, but they hated them so much. This kind of irony makes people laugh.

"Give this king a fight and blow open the seal of the five finger mountain." Outside the mountain, the shouts have been raised. The seven masters all raise their arms and point to Wuzhishan with their swords.

At that time, the virtual heaven killing array in the four directions revived one after another, blooming divine power, aiming at Wuzhishan.

There are millions of monks standing in all directions. The magic instruments are buzzing, the array is shaking off, and many secret methods are coming out. All of them are with extinction, trying to blow down Wuzhi Mountain.

Millions of gods shot together and blasted on the mountain.

Such a scale of attack, Rao is also appalled. If the one who is bombarded is a saint, most of them are dead.

However, millions of monks worked together, but they were stunned that they could not shake Wuzhishan, and even half a stone did not fall.

"Go on, bang hard." The master of Qi's family was enraged, his voice thundered, and he waved his sword again.

Millions of friars are like fighting chicken blood. When they play with their children's lives, they have magical weapons and secret skill array, regardless of the cost. They will not be finished until they are smashed.

The sound of roar, resounding through the sky, lasts for a long time.

The monks who had left before returned.

Everyone wants to see if the attack of millions of monks can break the ban of Buddha.

Looking from afar, around Wuzhi Mountain, on the top of each hill, there are monks holding hands to watch the opera.

Many people directly set up a big iron pot on the top of the mountain, eating meat and drinking wine while watching the big drama.

"I bet for nine days that the ban will be broken." There are also exotic flowers, set up a gambling table, gambling in broad daylight.

"Three days, three days at most, millions of monks!"

"The seal of the Buddha is broken. It will take at least half a month for me to bet on all my wealth."

"Come on, I've bought the magic tools. After the village, there's no such good magic tools." What's more, a stall was set up outside the mountain to receive goods.

OK! The stalls are up, and those who sell pills and secret rolls are all flocking in. They have business brains and can do anything.

Tea stalls and wine shops have been reorganized. There are also great magic powers. They have built a restaurant, and the business is good.

This is what kind of scene, a Wuzhishan, it is made like an ancient city, lively and extraordinary.

However, a day passed quietly, the seal was not broken.

Two days later, Wuzhishan was still standing.

Three days later, we still haven't seen Wuzhi Mountain burst.

Time goes by slowly, four days, five days and six days... As each day goes by, the seven forces become more and more fierce, but they can not shake Wuzhishan and break the seal.

When the first month came, the Lord of the seven families ordered him to stop attacking. His face was not so ugly.

With the order, millions of friars all sat on the ground with their faces pale.

Playing with children's life for a month, each breath is depressed, the top of this red eye ring, wilt not pull a few.

If you look at the spectators, they are all kneading hard.

The seven forces have been bombarded for a month, and they have been looking forward to it for a month. They are not ordinary perseverance."I've been fed up for a month." Someone got up and left, swearing.

"Millions of monks have not been sealed in January. They are shameless." The old man is also blowing his beard and staring.

"Gone. A waste of time." As soon as someone left, a large group of people got up and their faces were dark.

So, whether they were drinking and eating meat, setting up stalls, gambling, teasing and forcing, they ran to all sides one after another.

Such a big world, such as tide of human shadow, come fast, go also fast, here instantaneous quiet a lot.

"Go." God punishes the Holy Land God coldly one, first turns around, leads own human horse to retreat.

The other six power masters also gave orders with their faces black, and left with their own family members.