The calm tone and low-pitched poetry seemed ordinary, but against the backdrop of the roar of the endless blood sea and the collapse and annihilation of many previous Buddhist lotus flowers, it seemed particularly sharp. Every word was spoken, like a heavy hammer hitting the air, heavily landing in the hearts of the Bodhisattvas and Arhats, making their hearts sink continuously.

A middle-aged monk with a big black beard, half-robed, and a huge rosary around his neck put his hands together and shouted angrily, "Who is this evildoer who dares to cause trouble here and deceive us!!!"

"Hurry up and show yourself!"

With a loud shout, the sound was like thunder, and the spirit spread outward, attracting the vital energy, and transformed into a lion in the void, roaring with its head raised, and the ripples gathered and smashed, causing the wave that had just swept up the sea of ​​blood to collapse in an instant, and then two streams of light circled left and right, tearing through the void of the sea of ​​blood and smashing forward.

A Bodhisattva on the left concentrated his mind and suddenly struck out with his palm, with boundless Buddhist Dharma and vast light, which was imprinted forward.

Several Arhats on the right join forces to make a thunderous lion roar.

It was the combined strength of all the monks that defeated the two streams of light. The monks showed joy on their faces, but saw that the streams of light dispersed, and two objects were stuck upside down on the ground. They were ancient in color, with delicate lines on them, and appeared ink-colored. They were actually two scabbards!

The expression of the Bodhisattva who had previously made the wrathful lion's roar of Buddhism slowly froze, with boundless horror revealed in his eyes.

"Just relying on the scabbard, it has such great power..."

A bright sword light tore through the bloody sea waves. The hundreds of meters of waves that exploded seemed to have lost their power and fell downwards. The splashing light was as clear as red jade. An indifferent voice sounded slowly:

"The Tribulation Era determines life and death."

"All gods perish, and the winner is my name."

"The sword drinks blood, and I am innocent in killing!"

The sword light was bent, quiet and free, a dark red Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and a blood jade hairpin made the ends of the ink-black long hair have a little scarlet color. Qi Wuhuo was not very compatible with these two swords, but everything he saw and knew just now shocked his heart, making his murderous intent stronger. He could almost sense the arrogance in this sea of ​​blood.

The world is so vast! The six realms are infinite!

There are endless enemies to be beheaded and endless bandits to be killed!

Previously, I thought that the urge to recite poetry left by Master Yuchen was a little strange, and I always felt embarrassed afterwards. But now that Qi Wuhuo had transformed into a Yuanxue clone and wielded the Double Blood Swords, the foundation of the Blood Sea Ancestor, and his personality had shifted a bit, he felt that this poem was just right, just right, and simply the best!

Otherwise, how can I express the murderous intent in my heart!

"The sea of ​​blood is surging, trying to swallow up everything. Could this formation be..."

An old monk suddenly recalled an ancient scripture he had seen in the past, and realized what this sign meant. He exclaimed, "This is, Blood Sea Old..."

“Please stop!!!”

The sea of ​​blood was churning, and those monks seemed to want to say something. The Taoist raised his two swords slightly, and the more than 300 Jade Purity Yuanshi True Talismans left behind before were all activated in an instant. The vast Yuan Qi that had gathered together suddenly surged and dispersed, pouring directly into the sea of ​​blood in one breath, allowing Qi Wuhuo to directly possess the power to surpass the upper limit of the Qi that could be mobilized at this level.

Although the Shangqing method is practiced, the power of the Jade Purity Yuanshi Tianzun lineage is also used underneath.

The Three Pure Ones are originally the Tao, so why divide them into three schools?

The blood sea was surging like a raging fire, and its might was too turbulent and terrifying. The face of the Bodhisattva changed drastically, and he said anxiously, "The one opposite may be the disciple of the ancient Blood Sea Taoist. The sword aura is too fierce. All fellow practitioners should work together to suppress this Blood Sea Taoist first!"

Another kind-looking old monk spoke up again, saying quickly, "Remember, remember!"

"Don't kill him!"

"He has killed so many people. If he can save everyone, it will be an immeasurable merit of Buddhism. And this body of flesh and blood is a rare [Buddha in the Flesh]! Being able to turn this fierce man into a disciple who recites sutras in front of my Buddha, doesn't it prove that my Buddhist power is boundless and my supernatural powers are vast?"

Dozens of Bodhisattvas demonstrated the Dharma and performed rituals. In an instant, the Buddha's light became bright and blazing above the Nalanda Monastery. The sound of countless people chanting Buddhist scriptures filled the sky and earth. Flowers fell from the ceiling and golden lotuses emerged from the ground. However, at the peak of the ritual, the whole place seemed to collapse suddenly, making strange noises.

Immediately, the bright Buddha light suddenly paused for a moment, and then began to shake at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Matters related to rituals are the most sophisticated.

It requires the right time and place, and the coordination of many things. If you are not careful with the specifications, there will be many loopholes in the transmission and changes of Qi. Previously, Qi Wuhuo first destroyed many ritual instruments and then destroyed the statue of Buddha in the flesh, which was equivalent to directly cutting two glaring, huge and hideous cracks on this ritual.

The Buddhist rituals may lose their perfection in an instant, but they can be restored within a split second.

However, when fighting with a True Lord, he can unleash thousands of swords with just a thought, and the sword energy can penetrate the void.

This split second is already an extremely fatal loophole for a True Lord. Qi Wuhuo held the sword in both hands, outlining the exterior scene of the blood river, and in just an instant, he had swung the sword!

The long sword is crystal clear, it kills everything, unaffected by cause and effect, it is the third sword of robbery!

The broad sword is heavy and turbid, it commits crimes and iniquities, kills people cruelly, and cuts off the sword!

The two swords crossed, outlining external objects, vital energy surged in, and the river of blood followed closely behind. In the eyes of the Bodhisattvas and monks, the Buddha's light was delayed for a moment, and the next moment, this domineering river of blood roared and screamed, as if it had turned into two streaks of silk, and pounced on them.

In an instant, Buddhism was broken!

The Buddha's light disappears!

The sea of ​​blood is turbid and can destroy the pure spiritual light!

The endless sea of ​​blood actually swallowed up the [Landara Temple].

The blood-robed Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a calm voice:

"cut."

boom!!!!

The sea of ​​blood is raging!

…

And before that, Qi Wuhuo saw the place where hundreds of survivors were.

The young children did not know that the old monk had entered Nirvana, but the elders knew it very well. After the Taoist left, they felt that they were trapped in such a dangerous place, with no one to turn to and nothing to hope for. Although the Taoist showed great sympathy to them, these people were still somewhat worried after he left.

They were afraid, afraid that the person would never come back; afraid that the person was just deceiving them.

In fact, he had already escaped.

In such a dangerous environment, life is like a candle that is about to go out. The fire of reason can no longer illuminate the mixed thoughts in the heart. Under extreme anxiety and fear, thoughts keep emerging one after another. They subconsciously shrink their bodies and move closer to the old monk's body. They shrink together, lower their heads, and wait for the next step of fate.

The atmosphere here seems to be more depressing than before.

Not only did people stop talking, but even their breathing subconsciously slowed down a lot.

Waiting for——

With the sound of drops of water dripping coming from nowhere, time passed slowly, and the silence here became deeper and deeper. People snuggled up to each other, not speaking. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the place shook violently, accompanied by bursts of subconscious exclamations.

People huddled together tightly and watched as the towering, magnificent and luxurious temple complex outside collapsed amidst violent tremors. The temple collapsed and was destroyed. The originally gorgeous and solid walls seemed unable to withstand the impact of some powerful force and began to tear into cracks. The cracks spread and instantly spread in front.

At this moment, there were the tall and spreading snow-white walls, the collapsed golden temple, and the obliterated golden words.

And cracks bursting out on the white walls.

People clinging to the dead old monk.

It creates an extremely depressing, vivid, yet highly tense picture.

This moment seemed to last for a long time, but also seemed to be just a short moment.

A child, a child who had never been outside, grabbed a small stone and threw it towards the tall, white, holy monastery wall. He didn't have much strength, and the small stone flew out of the barrier of faint light and hit the tall and solid wall, then fell gently to the ground with a crisp sound.

The child opened his innocent eyes wide but looked ahead with anger.

The next moment——

Suddenly, a small stone fell from the white holy wall which was covered with countless cracks. The cracks spread to both sides and the surroundings. As stones fell, the bloody sea water rushed in and pushed down the tall and holy wall. The instant collapse and the bursting flowers seemed like flowers blooming in a sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood, the extinguished Buddha's light, and the distant azure sky.

All of them flooded into the eyes of these people.

It made them stunned for a moment.

boom!!!

And at that moment when he was immersed in seeing the beauty of the outside world, an endless sea of ​​blood rolled up, as if falling from the sky, carrying countless huge rocks, the bronze bell of the huge temple, and the Buddha statues, all smashing down here. So the old man hugged the child, and the adults subconsciously protected the old man, like a lotus.

The outstretched arms were stacked together, and in the middle was the body of the dead old monk.

That's all.

The Dharma of Buddhism is right here.

People tensed their bodies, but the expected severe pain did not come. The faint golden light dissipated, and the blood-red sea rolled with boulders and broken Buddha statues, flowing to both sides and bombarding different places. The blue sky and sunshine sprinkled warmly on people's bodies.

For a moment, everyone couldn't believe it and was stunned.

It suddenly became quiet here.

The child who was born here patted the dead monk's arm, pointed outside and chuckled:

"Look, look! What a huge temple roof! So high and far away! And what huge walls!"

"Look!"

People felt sad and wanted to tell the child.

That is the sky, that is the mountain.

It is this world.

But the old monk is already dead.

But when they raised their heads, it seemed like an illusion. The dead monk with drooped brows suddenly relaxed, his frowned brows relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and his palms fell to the ground.

It just stirred up a wisp of dust.

On the other side, the battle was still going on, but it seemed to be over.

Countless Buddha statues were shattered, and the Nalanda Monastery seemed to have lost its original tranquility and freedom. The surging, boundless sea of ​​blood had corroded this thousand-year-old tranquility, and the bluestone bricks and tiles were corroded and shattered.

A battle is never just a simple confrontation of realms.

Moves, timing, momentum, mentality, and determination are all enough to determine the outcome of a battle.

And here, this battle!

He gathered strength with the true teachings of Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, used the ancient sea of ​​blood as his weapon, and attacked with the sword passed down by Yuqing Lingbao Tianzun.

Moreover, as the son of Queen Nuwa, in the human world, he used the destiny of the human world to confront the enemies who wanted to plot against the destiny of humanity.

Countless factors have been accumulated to the point that even if Qi Wuhuo is just an ordinary Taoist, he can check and balance the level of practitioners. Just talking about the general situation, this time is second only to the battle when he rode a green bull and raised a thousand miles of purple air to defeat the Buddha. What he saw before his eyes was a vast sea of ​​blood, as vast as a surging ocean.

But it is this kind of [The trend is on my side] that is so powerful.

He had just gathered his strength for a few moves, but several Bodhisattvas actually dared to stand in front of his sword.

He died instantly under the torrent of sword energy.

The Jie Sword is unable to have a fatal effect on powerful enemies of Taiyi, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Gou Chen Hou Tu's level.

But it is only a normal move for the Three Pure Ones and the Four Imperial Gods.

For the great products, it can be called——

Must kill!

The bodies of those Bodhisattvas fell into the sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood rolled, and the golden bodies and flesh of the Bodhisattvas disappeared, being swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood rolled, lively and joyful, and its momentum became three times stronger.

If this is the case for Bodhisattvas, what about the other Arhats, Vajras, and even ordinary Buddhist practitioners?

There were heavy casualties.

But it's all my own fault.

The old Bodhisattva was in a daze, his body trembling slightly.

He saw his fellow practitioners die tragically, saw the raging blood sea, saw the Taoist step into the blood sea, his two swords clean, and saw the fellow practitioners around him sink into the blood sea, their bodies turning into blood. The old Bodhisattva's body trembled, unable to control himself, and murmured: "Blood Demon...Bo Xun..."

"You are, you are the Ancient Blood Demon?!!"

"With such momentum and power, you are not his descendant, you are him!"

"You are the ancient blood demon!!!"

"Shouldn't you have died under the sword of Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun?! How come you are still alive?!"

"Oh my God, the evil spirit is here, please help me, destroy this evil spirit, destroy this evil spirit!!!"

The Taoist priest in blood-stained robes carried two swords and looked at the collapsed and destroyed [Landu Temple] covered by a sea of ​​blood. Some monks died in the battle around him, while some monks wanted to escape but were bound by the endless waves of the sea of ​​blood, and were pulled and drowned. They struggled in the blood and soon disappeared.

The old Bodhisattva put his hands together and chanted Buddhist scriptures, and Buddha's light rose.

Qi Wuhuo was about to draw his sword, but suddenly he was startled.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked into the distance to the west.

A pure and majestic feeling appeared, presenting the boundless and vast artistic conception of Buddhism, and then across the air -

Heading straight for Qi Wuhuo!

It’s Buddha!