Everyone nodded, it was indeed true.
Samantabhadra Bodhisattva nodded and said, "If Shachen could withstand the blows of ten thousand swords, it's normal for him to endure the Seven Arrows Book for a while."
"Just wait, in one day he will have a splitting headache and will come out of the water begging for mercy."
The next day.
There was still no movement in the Quicksand River, and the sand and dust did not come out of the water to beg for mercy.
Manjusri Bodhisattva smiled and said, "It seems that Shachen's perseverance is indeed good. He was able to hold on for a whole day. It's good that all our efforts were worth it."
The immortals nodded and smiled.
Samantabhadra Bodhisattva also laughed and said, "Yes, if he couldn't hold on for a day, wouldn't it be a joke for us to be here?"
Jin Zha also nodded, "Shachen is quite something. It is understandable that he can last for a day."
Manjusri Bodhisattva held up three fingers and said, "Wait for him for three more days. After three days, he will come out of the water and beg for mercy."
Everyone nodded frequently, agreeing deeply.
Li Jing also felt that the dust wouldn't last three days, and even laughed, "Maybe, it won't take three days."
The immortals laughed and echoed.
Three days, three days, and three days again.
About ten three-day periods passed, which is a month.
The sand and dust still showed no sign of coming out of the water, and Manjushri Bodhisattva's face looked strange, with his cheeks twitching and turning ashen.
When the immortals saw him, they all took a detour.
They really didn't want him to see that they were secretly holding back their laughter.
Li Jing also hid from Manjushri Bodhisattva for a few days. He really didn't want to be embarrassed when they met. In that atmosphere, he could easily dig out a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment with his toes.
but.
Manjushri Bodhisattva could not bear it anymore, so he took a knife in the pagoda and was about to chop off the head of the scarecrow with Shachen's name written on it and which had been pierced by countless sharp arrows.
Samantabhadra Bodhisattva looked grim, but also panicked, and quickly said: "No, if we cut off his head, I'm afraid he will die."
Jin Zha also quickly tried to comfort him, "Perhaps Shachen is struggling in the quicksand river, in great pain, unable to come out of the water and beg for mercy."
"Cut off his head. If he dies or his foundation is destroyed, we won't be able to explain to the Jade Emperor."
Manjushri Bodhisattva snorted coldly, but still slashed with his sword, chopping off the head.
The entire formation flashed with light and then penetrated into the quicksand river.
Manjusri Bodhisattva snorted coldly, "If he dies, I will go to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to plead for his life. If he doesn't die now, I will be filled with resentment."
Everyone sighed, but there was nothing they could do.
Manjusri Bodhisattva said, "That's enough. The man is already dead. Without the spiritual and magical power of Shachen, the Black Water Black Tortoise Armor can't protect me at all."
He was preparing to attack the Liusha River himself.
Jin Zha said, "Venerable, if this is the case, won't Shachen resent you?"
Manjusri Bodhisattva said, "He's already dead. I went to save him. Is he blaming me? He should be grateful to me."
He shook off everyone and went to the Quicksand River again.
When the immortals saw Manjushri Bodhisattva with Buddha's light shining on him, they were all extremely shocked and confused.
Jin Zha told Li Jing the reason, and Li Jing told the other fairies, and they immediately understood that Shachen was actually "dead"!
Each one was extremely shocked.
Li Jing had a complicated expression and said, "I never thought that such a good opportunity would be taken away by him."
"It seems that I need to greet the King of Hell in advance. This cause and effect must be concluded."
"Amitabha."
Manjushri Bodhisattva chanted Buddhist teachings and began to attack the Flowing Sand River.
The Buddha's teachings shine everywhere, and the Buddhist community roars.
The Quicksand River trembled, with strong winds and huge waves.
The Liusha River is full of treacherous conditions and huge waves.
The clouds behind Manjushri Bodhisattva gathered from all directions and transformed into a giant of golden light, who was none other than the Buddha of Buddhism, but his face could not be seen.
The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the Buddha's light appears for the first time.
Ten thousand Buddhas pay homage to the Buddha, the great seal of Buddhism.
The golden Buddha was extremely huge, like a heavenly palace. One of his fingers was like a river, and one of his palms was like a vast mulberry field.
The palm print fell, covering the sky and the sun, the sky was dark, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and then the smoke disappeared.
Under the golden Buddha shadow is Manjushri Bodhisattva, who is as small as dust, but he is the one who dominates the Buddha shadow.
When the immortals saw this, they were all shocked.
With such great magical powers, even if Manjushri Bodhisattva is not a quasi-saint, he is definitely a peak Daluo Jinxian.
His strength is so great and terrifying.
Li Jing was also horrified when he saw this, and murmured, "With my current strength, even if I use the Linglong Pagoda, I may not be able to withstand Manjusri Bodhisattva's attack."
"If I can't do it, Shachen certainly can't do it. What's more, Shachen is already 'dead'. The Liusha River Cave will become history."
but.
at this time.
In the cave of the Liusha River, Shachen finished his practice, frowned, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the Buddha's handprint outside the Liusha River.
He is not dead.
Not only did he not die, but the divine power on the scarecrow with the Seven Arrows Book was transformed into the power of his soul, strengthening his soul.
It is equivalent to his ten thousand years of hard practice.
Today's soul is actually one step faster than his cultivation and physical body, and has entered a higher realm.
It is already considered the great perfection realm of the Daluo soul, which is equivalent to the soul of a high-level Daluo Golden Immortal cultivator.
Shachen stood with his hands behind his back, looking distressed. "It's so troublesome. I really don't want to fight with you, but please don't force me."
He grabbed the palm-leaf fan and instantly displayed his three-headed, six-armed, wind-thunder wings.
Holding various magic weapons in his hands, he stands tall and proud.
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