"Yu'er, here, turn this bald donkey into a hedgehog for me."
Qin Changsheng didn't waste any words, but threw a spear to Qin Yu. A mere Supreme Arhat couldn't cause any fluctuation in his emotions at all.
"Okay, ancestor."
Qin Yu looked at the spear thrown by the ancestor with great joy and fanatical eyes.
Isn’t this one of the eight supreme imperial weapons that the ancestor took out that day?
It’s stable, it’s stable!
Although he could not unleash the power of the imperial weapon, it was still easy for him to kill a supreme Buddhist with this imperial spear.
I have waited for a long time and finally waited until today. I have hoped for a long time and finally realized my dream.
Qin Yu's eyes turned softer when he looked at Hui Ku.
Thanks to you, I was able to touch this coveted imperial weapon in advance. I will be gentle later and stab you 9981 times. That will be enough. If you are not dead by then, you can't blame me.
After listening to the conversation between Qin Yu and Qin Changsheng, Hui Ku suddenly realized.
Ancestor?
It turns out that this young man is the Qin family's ancestor who has been missing for ten thousand years, the legendary mortal who accidentally ate the elixir of immortality.
He is indeed a waste. He actually provoked the holy land of Buddhism and really wasted the elixir of immortality.
Thinking of this, Hui Ku felt relieved. It was enough that it wasn't some mysterious ancient force. The Qin family could be destroyed in a snap.
"Gun!"
Qin Yu shouted.
Ever since he saw the Third Ancestor kill the Quasi-Emperor with a single sword strike, he felt that it was very impressive and had been looking forward to this day.
As he injected spiritual power, the spear seemed to come alive, trembling slightly and tearing the surrounding void.
It seems as if it is about to revive and suppress all the enemies in the world!
The next moment.
An extremely terrifying aura emanated from the spear, carrying with it a violent aura of destruction that could destroy everything. The void was trembling, as if all things were about to surrender.
Hui Ku on the opposite side had a face full of horror, as if he was facing the resurrection of an almighty emperor, whose imperial power descended upon the world.
"What!"
Someone exclaimed in the void.
Even on the top of Mount Sumeru, deep in the so-called Pure Land, several of the oldest ancient Buddhas suddenly opened their eyes, revealing expressions of disbelief.
This is……
The breath of the revival of the ultimate imperial weapon!
How is that possible?
On Qin Yu's side, he continued to move forward and stabbed Hui Ku.
Hui Ku's eyes were filled with fear and despair. Under the lock of the imperial weapon's divine power, he had no way to escape, and he couldn't even tear through space to escape.
He just wanted to curse. Who the hell could have thought that when they were fighting well, the opponent would suddenly take out an extremely powerful imperial weapon and have no martial ethics?
Just when Hui Ku was about to be pierced.
“Bold!”
A cold voice came from the void, containing terrifying murderous intent.
A figure appeared and stood in front of Hui Ku.
It is the contemporary Buddhist disciple, the future Buddha, Huikong, the most outstanding disciple of Buddhism in the past 100,000 years. At only a few thousand years old, he has entered the late stage of quasi-emperor and has become one of the supreme giants.
He just waved his hand casually, and a surging power law burst out from his body, and the Buddha's light became brighter, heading towards the spear light of the imperial weapon.
"Boom boom"
After a loud noise and dazzling light, the world returned to peace.
Looking at Huikong again, although he was unharmed, he had retreated three steps.
"Amitabha,"
He groaned and looked at the spear in Qin Yu's hand who was knocked to the ground opposite him, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.
It is worthy of being the supreme imperial weapon. A mere Saint-level insignificant person can actually rely on the imperial weapon to force me, a late Quasi-Emperor, to retreat three steps.
He said in a deep voice:
"This spear has a connection with my Buddha. Its killing intent is too strong and needs to be purified by my Buddha."
"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
After saying this, he was about to step forward and take the spear for himself, with a look of compassion on his face, as if snatching other people's weapons in the name of purification was a great merit.
As for Qin Yu on the ground, he didn't care at all. According to his divine sense, the other party could only activate the imperial weapon once. Qin Yu now posed no threat at all.
"Haha, what a destiny with Buddha," Qin Changsheng's mean voice came again.
"Sure enough, this is the moral code of Buddhism in every world. I've heard this so many times that my ears are numb."
"I also feel that I have a connection with your mother. This Mount Xumi also has a connection with me. Please give way and stand on my territory."
Qin Yu on the ground looked at me with admiration. The old ancestor was so majestic that he seemed to speak out all my thoughts like a mouthpiece.
Hearing this, Huikong stopped, frowned, and looked straight at Qin Changsheng.
Where did this ignorant person come from? He has such a foul mouth!
He should be punished by having his tongue pulled out.
Ordinary people?
Huikong sensed it carefully, but still couldn't see through Qin Changsheng.
At most, he is an ordinary person with good looks.
While he was observing Qin Changsheng carefully, Nangong Yan was also staring at him.
It's him!
Nangong Yan's breathing became rapid, her delicate body began to tremble violently, her hands were clenched tightly, her nails dug deep into her palms, blood oozed out, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
She would never forget this face!
It was this Huikong, with a hideous face, who on that day peeled the Netherworld Orb from his sister's body alive, and then killed her with a palm.
But when he thought of the terrifying aura that had just erupted from Huikong's body, Nangong Yan's eyes were filled with despair.
So strong!
Unexpectedly, with the help of the Netherworld Treasure, this thief's cultivation level increased so quickly that in just a few thousand years, he has already stood at the top of the world. Even the imperial weapon just now could not hurt him.
What's more, behind the other party stood the giant Buddhist sect.
Is there anyone in this world who can avenge me?
Thinking of this, Nangong Yan's body shook and seemed to be on the verge of falling.
Seeing this, Qin Changsheng gently embraced her, leaned her against his body, and said softly:
"It's okay, I'm here."
Hearing this, Nangong Yan raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but then he fell silent again.
She just thought that Qin Changsheng was comforting herself and didn't hold much hope.
Qin Lang was still too bookish and knew too little about Buddhism, so he didn't realize how terrifying it was.
"Is it him?" Qin Changsheng continued to ask.
"yes."
"Oh, that's fine. What do you want to do with it?"
"I wish I could eat his flesh alive, drink his blood, pull out his tendons, grind his bones into ashes." Nangong Yan knew he was going to die, so he let go.
Hearing this, Qin Changsheng indeed shook his head.
"That won't do. The donkey meat is too old and the blood is too smelly. It's better to just grind the bones and scatter them to ashes."
Seeing the two of them acting as if no one was around, talking to each other and commenting on themselves, as if they had already surrendered.
Huikong laughed out of anger.
"Hahaha,"
"Okay, since you want to die so badly, I will grant your wish."
A cold look flashed in his eyes. Ever since he became a Buddhist, he couldn't remember how many years it had been since anyone dared to ignore him like this.
It seems that Buddhism has been keeping a low profile for too long, and the world has forgotten the horror of Buddhism.
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