Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 115 One Sword Lingfeng

boom--

The wind was howling, the blood cloud was churning, there was no lightning, but there was rolling thunder, it was so dull that it was breathless!The blood rain invaded the city, and the bloody wind suffocated people. The ancient capital city of Jisai Kingdom trembled in the dark night!
"Wow wow wow..."

Black and red blood droplets sprinkled the whole city like raindrops, like wall paint, painting Jisai City black and red, like Fengdu Ghost City.

Now Chen Xian also knows why when the Nine-Headed Insect and the Wanshenglongwang steal treasures, they didn't just cast evil methods on the pagoda of Jinguang Temple, but did not hesitate to waste their mana to rain blood in Saicheng. After speeding up, those When the blood rain collides with the Buddha's light, it will not be completely annihilated. The blood droplets that are not annihilated will be bounced across the city by the counterattack force of the Buddha's light, making the city full of blood rain.

Under the gaze of a pair of glaucoma eyes, Chen Xian found that the body-protecting Buddha light emitted by the big Buddha disappeared quickly, and he believed that it would take less than half a stick of incense to disappear completely. As for the mighty big Buddha, it could last for a quarter of an hour at most.

Compared with before, this speed is almost the difference between a sports car and an ox cart, more than ten times faster, but Chen Xian's brows did not relax, but frowned even tighter.

The speed has increased, but at this speed, the blood rain will stop in less than 10 minutes, and the goal of obliterating the Buddha cannot be achieved at all.

Chen Xian frowned and thought about it. After the rain of blood cleared, the power of the Great Buddha should be weakened by about [-]%. With his current cultivation level comparable to Xuan Gong's fourth turn, he should be able to forcibly obtain the treasure.

After thinking about it, Chen Xian felt relieved, activated his spiritual eyes, and concentrated on observing the changes in the field.

"I'll go, this Buddhist practice is really wretched!" After watching carefully with his spiritual eyes for a while, Chen Xian couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

It turned out that after concentrating, Chen Xian saw something that he hadn't noticed before.I saw the reflection of the entire country of Ji Sai in his eyes shining with blue light, and besides the blood energy and luck seen before, there were also countless red filaments. There were countless starting points, but only one ending point. One, that is, the giant Buddha that hangs over Jinguang Temple.These red velvets, like plastic tubes for transporting blood, transport countless blood of the same blood type as the Buddha to the Buddha, dimming the light, as if the Buddha who had lost too much blood was resurrected with full blood, full of life and vitality.

According to "Analysis of Visions Seen by Spiritual Eyes", Chen Xian knew that these red silk threads were the power of incense produced by the people in Sai Sai City who burned incense and worshiped Buddha because of fear, and prayed for the relics enshrined on the pagoda of Jinguang Temple to protect them, that is, faith After being absorbed by the relic, its power was amplified, and the manifested Buddha became even stronger.

The Great Buddha's absorption of beliefs is equivalent to fighting with countless nurses. Apart from the word obscene, Chen Xian really can't think of other words to describe it.Of course, this is envy, jealousy and hatred, because firstly, he does not have such a way to use his beliefs, secondly, he does not have so many humble and foolish people contributing his beliefs, and thirdly, he does not have the strength and courage to snatch believers under the eyes of Buddhism, The king of lions and camels who seized faith and established the kingdom of lions and camels, but disappeared after the start of the journey to the west, is the best lesson from the past.

Chen Xian's depression only lasted for a short moment. Faith, after all, is a one-time consumable, and it is important to accumulate it in normal times. At this time, Wanmin's prayer is just a temporary hug, and it cannot suddenly increase the power of relics. Every mortal has a limited power of faith for one day, and if it is exhausted, no matter how much incense is burned, it will be useless.

The reason why Chen Xian said that the people in the city are foolish people is really an indignant statement under the phrase "sorry for their misfortune, but not for anger".These people don't know that the power of the gods comes from them. Without their incense offerings, the gods will fall from the altar.It stands to reason that mortals are God’s food and clothing parents, not to mention kneeling and begging for support, but they should also give back. However, gods are high above and treat mortals like ants. To be favored by God and ascend to the Pure Land of Heaven and the Land of Ultimate Bliss after death is like self-hypnosis, immersing yourself in the beautiful dreams you have woven, without moving your buttocks to think about it, if the Kingdom of Heaven is really so beautiful, God will come down to earth and tell you, Wouldn't it be nice to just live in it and be free and unrestrained? It's cool if you have to come and roll around in this world of mortals and bitter seas?It's nothing more than drawing a big cake, writing countless bad checks, and deceiving beliefs.If you want to prove it with an example, just think about why Ksitigarbha didn’t become a Buddha. What about cause and effect, there are so many good people in the world, and there are also many believers in religion. If this is the case, there should be no one in the world, and there are only a few left in the underworld. The evil ghosts who have committed a lot of evil and have fallen into the [-]th hell to suffer, the Ksitigarbha King can show compassion and save them and become a Buddha, but the fact is... let alone say it.

Faith is limited, the second spring of the Great Buddha manifested by relics did not last long, and with the passage of time, the Buddha's light protecting the body of the Great Buddha has been completely wiped out, pig blood, cow blood, sheep blood, chicken blood, dog blood After a dry animal's blood was poured onto the big shiny bald head of the Buddha.

"laugh--"

After the blood rain fell on the shiny big bald head of the Buddha, it made a sound like cold water splashing on a red-hot soldering iron.As soon as the rain of blood at the beginning touched the Buddha's bald head, it was completely evaporated without even a trace of white gas rising.

"laugh……"

After the Buddha's light was wiped out, the rain of blood was unhindered. Driven by the strong wind, it splashed onto the Buddha's body like sulfuric acid, corroding the smooth body of the Buddha into holes, and there was a loud hissing sound.

After the blood rain wiped out the Buddha's light, it fell for another three or four minutes before it stopped. The blood cloud in the sky was also blown away by the strong wind, and the bright moonlight once again shone on the city of Jisai.

At this time in Jisai City, the houses, city walls, and floor tiles were all stained black and red by blood, and there were still blood stains on the ground. The poetic and poetic flavor of human horror.

After the baptism of blood and rain, the giant Buddha covering the Jinguang Temple has been corroded and riddled with holes, and the whole has shrunk a circle. It is like a golden body that has become pitch black, full of potholes of different sizes and shades, especially the first one. The top of his head was corroded the most, it was directly cut into a plane, flush with his forehead, covered with big holes, and the blood inside was full of dirty blood, but the dirty blood was also rapidly evaporating.

Chen Xian sensed the aura of the Great Buddha at this time, and felt that it was only slightly weaker than Monkey King, and it should be the appearance of the uncapped Golden Immortal in the later stage, so he couldn't help laughing:
If it was a living Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivator, he would not dare to provoke him at all. Unfortunately, the Buddha manifested by this relic has the mana and aura of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, but he will not absorb the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth to recover, nor will he launch an attack. He was forcibly ground into the late Golden Immortal stage by the mere blood rain.Although he is still two small realms higher than him, but with the Houtian Lingbao Dragon Tooth Sword, he is confident that he can pierce through it with one sword and take the relic directly.And the big Buddha is the manifestation of the relic, as long as the relic is taken, the big Buddha will disperse.

call out--

As if sensing Chen Xian's belief that one blow would kill him, the Dragon Tooth Sword hidden in its sheath trembled twice, then suddenly popped out of the scabbard and danced happily around him.

After putting all the altar and its contents into the storage ring, Chen Xian reached out with his right hand and grasped the hilt of the Dragon Tooth Sword.With a shake of his right hand, the tip of the sword pointed straight at the relic in the vase on the thirteenth floor of the pagoda of Jinguang Temple.

"One sword Lingfeng!" Chen Xian raised his left hand lightly, and his two fingers in the middle of the food stood side by side like a sword. The fingertips were glowing with fire, sticking to the sword body, and slowly slashed from the hilt to the tip of the sword...

(End of this chapter)