"Get out of the way! Kill anyone who dares to obstruct us! "
"Stop them! Don't let them enter the city! "
"Oh no, those are the experts of the Buddhist Sect! They've barged in! "
In the intense battle in Fengdu City, dozens of old monks sat cross-legged on the lotus platform and moved quickly. Behind them was a churning blood cloud.
The Buddhist light and the sanguine light were so complementary.
At the place where the city walls of Fengdu City had collapsed, dozens of old monks attacked at the same time. They forcefully dispersed the endless ghost soldiers and forced their way into Fengdu City.
The Battle Shamans of Hell who were fighting near the gap could not stop them in time. In fact, even if they risked their lives to stop them, they could not stop them at all … They could only watch helplessly as the group of experts rushed into Fengdu City and rushed to the place where the Six Paths of Reincarnation were.
Hell was in danger.
"Stop!"
King Qinguang stood on the street with his sword in hand. He shouted angrily and stopped the old monk and the blood cloud that were flying towards him.
The leading Dipankara Buddha did not answer, but an old monk behind him flew out from the lotus platform, stood up straight in mid-air, and made a Buddhist greeting to King Qinguang.
"Amitabha."
"Dipankara!" King Qinguang pointed his sword at the person with the highest cultivation level among the old monks. He raised his hand and scattered a few Sword Light beams. Dipankara did not even look up.
The old monk pushed his left palm forward, and the Buddhist seal in his palm slowly rotated. The sword shadows that King Qinguang had released were all suppressed by the golden light. Even King Qinguang was sealed on the street and could not move.
"Radiance of the Rice Grain."
Dipankara said coldly and continued forward with a group of old monks.
A few strange laughter came from the blood cloud. A young man and woman hugged each other and fell out of the blood cloud. They landed on the roof of a house at the side and looked quietly at King Qinguang, who was suppressed by the golden light.
The man and woman's actions were a little shameless. If not for the clothes on their bodies, they would have thought that the Asuras had grown together.
The old monk ignored them. The golden Buddhist seal continued to strengthen, trying to suppress King Qinguang's will to resist.
"Tsk." The woman from the Asura Sect said gently, "Elder over there, why don't we kill him with one strike? Wouldn't that be straightforward?"
"Buddha has ordered," the old monk said slowly, "The Netherworld has merit and cannot be killed unjustly. Once we take the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc and establish the Netherworld, you can deal with the remaining members of the faction as you wish. "
The Shura woman chuckled and said, "Orders are orders, and adaptations are adaptations. Why must you be so old-fashioned?"
The old monk did not answer. He just stood there quietly, suppressing King Qinguang. Although the old monk did not seem to be acting strangely, there was a hint of pity in his eyes.
"Amitabha."
"Hmph." A cold glint flashed across the Shura couple's eyes. When the silent man tried to draw his sword, the woman grabbed his wrist.
The woman giggled and threw herself into the man's arms. She began to make some beautiful movements while moaning. Waves of obscure and imperceptible Dao Runes slowly circulated between the two of them.
The old monk remained unmoved as he stood there suppressing King Qinguang.
Boom!
On the street in front, which was already very far away from where they were, another explosion rang out. It was a group of ghost cultivators who had been placed in the city. They risked their lives to stop the group of old monks with extremely high cultivation and the blood cloud.
Unfortunately, other than creating some noise, the ghost soldiers were killed by the old monks in the blink of an eye.
King Qinguang lay on the ground and clenched his fists. However, he could not raise his arms at all. His eyes were wide open, and he could not self-destruct even if he wanted to.
That was an absolute suppression in terms of cultivation level.
On the streets of Fengdu City, a handsome man and a beautiful woman were having sex in public on the roof. The old monk standing on the street and the Yama Lord of Hell lying on the ground made the scene a little strange.
The fluctuations of the battle, the shining Buddhist light, and the continuous explosions …
The group of Buddhist experts and the Blood Sea Asuras who had barged into Fengdu City quickly approached the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc and destroyed the ghost soldiers who dared to attack them along the way.
A moment later, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc was in sight, and the great formation formed by the Meishan army was also in sight.
In front of the Meishan army, there were ghostly shadows. Millions of ghost soldiers crowded the streets and alleys, as if they wanted to use the lives of millions of ghosts to stop the monks who were sitting on the lotus platform.
However, wherever the Buddhist light went, the ghosts melted like ice and snow …
"What should we do?"
Guo Shen asked anxiously. Zhi Jian, who was at the side, could not answer other than smiling bitterly.
With the current situation, the two of them, Daira Jinxian, really could not help much. They could only follow Second Master's orders and fight to the death to stall for time.
Zhi Jian sighed and sent a voice transmission to the great formation formed by the Meishan army, "Boys, this world has changed to a point where I can't understand it anymore. The Buddhist Sect that claims to deliver all living beings from suffering actually wants to destroy the Netherworld that controls reincarnation. The virtuous monks on the spiritual mountain are actually fighting alongside the Blood Sea Asuras. Can you understand it? "
The immortal soldiers of the Meishan army looked solemn. Many people shook their heads subconsciously.
"No matter what, we will stick to our hearts. We have a measure of right and wrong in our hearts." Zhi Jian's voice did not have any cadence, as if he was chatting with them on a daily basis.
Zhi Jian said, "In a while, it will be a life-and-death battle. Perhaps we are weak in the eyes of these eminent monks. That's right, we might really be weak. However, have the men of Meishan ever been afraid to advance?"
The immortal soldiers of the Meishan army did not say anything, but their gazes became firmer.
"Second Master once said that anyone who insults the Lady of Earth is Second Master's mortal enemy!"
Zhi Jian took a deep breath and roared, "Protect the Lady of Earth! Even if we fight to the last soldier, the Meishan army will not retreat! "
300,000 immortal soldiers shouted in unison, "Yes!"
For a moment, the great formation seemed to have thickened.
More than half of the ghost soldiers were melted by the Buddhist light of the eminent monks. The eminent monks had already rushed to the front of the Meishan army. Dipankara Buddha chanted a Buddhist chant and slapped out a seemingly powerless palm.
A palm print that blotted out the sky smashed into the great formation, causing the great formation to flicker. The 300,000 immortal soldiers of the Meishan army were injured at the same time.
However, the array formation was still there.
It was true that the array formation was based on the defensive array formation of the Celestial Court. Moreover, the immortal soldiers of the Meishan army were stronger than the Heavenly Soldiers of the Celestial Court. However, the range of their array formation was too wide. Even if there was a clever array formation that could disperse power, it could not last long against dozens of experts.
"Break this array formation."
Randeng gave the order with a cold expression. Immediately, four old monks sat on the lotus platform and floated forward. They were either holding Buddhist artifacts or using mystical abilities. The array formation swayed, and half of the immortal soldiers of the Meishan army vomited blood.
Zhi Jian and Guo Shen looked at each other. The two of them rushed behind the light wall of the array and glared at the outside of the array.
Guo Shen shouted, "Everyone from the Buddhist Sect, do you really not take my Second Master seriously?"
Now, he could stall for as long as he could. He did not care if he would embarrass his master.
"Heh." Randeng sneered. "Yang Jian is just a disciple of the Dao Sect. Why should the Dao Sect be afraid? If you don't want to die, disperse the array formation and meditate on the spot. I don't want to kill the innocent. "
"It's really ironic for you to say that you want to kill the innocent," Zhi Jian replied with a cold smile. "I'm not afraid to tell you that Second Master's cultivation has increased greatly. If you really think that the Buddhist Sect can protect you, so what if you kill us today? Second Master will eventually avenge us. "
Guo Shen asked via voice transmission, "Don't spout nonsense. How do you know that Second Master's cultivation has increased greatly?"
"I'm just bluffing. Second Master rarely mentions cultivation to us. How would I know?"
Guo Shen was rendered speechless.
Outside the array formation, Randeng's expression was gloomy. He seemed to be really afraid of that matter.
The scene of Yang Jian and Saint Zhun Ti fighting seemed to be lingering in his mind. If Yang Jian's strength increased again … it would be a troublesome matter.
Suddenly, he heard a feminine man's voice coming from the blood cloud. "He's just a third-generation disciple of the Dao Sect, yet the Buddhists are so afraid. I can't help but laugh."
Before Randeng could make up his mind, a huge blood-colored hand broke through the blood cloud and smashed into the light wall of the array formation. There was a blood fountain in the middle of the hand.
With a loud bang, the blood hand shattered a section of the light wall. The immortal soldiers of Mei Mountain felt as if they had been struck by lightning. Tens of thousands of immortal soldiers who were closest to the blood palm felt their bodies go limp and they fainted.
Figures flew out of the blood cloud. They were all handsome men and women. The person who had waved his palm just now stood at the front. There was a cold smile on his charming face.
That person wanted to add another palm strike and kill tens of thousands of human cultivators to satisfy himself. However, he heard an old monk chant a Buddhist proclamation.
"Hurry up and take the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc."
At that moment, the dozens of old monks and the Asuras seemed to have begun to fight. They rushed over the heads of the immortal soldiers of Mei Mountain and rushed towards the sky above the ten Yama Halls.
Streams of light filled the sky, and the Netherworld rippled.
Zhi Jian and Guo Shen looked at each other. The two of them flew up from below at the same time and rushed towards the group of experts whose cultivation levels were higher than theirs.
An old monk stopped his lotus platform and struck out two palm strikes at Zhi Jian and Guo Shen, sending them flying back.
One of them shouted, "The Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc is in the cloud!"
A green lamp appeared beside Randeng. It stood above the Yama Hall. A huge hand expanded in the wind and grabbed the slowly spinning seven-colored cloud.
"Who dares to offend the Lady of Earth!?!"
A delicate shout suddenly came from the clouds. Randeng frowned slightly. He raised his hand, but it was as if he had touched a wall that was slowly pressing down. For a moment, he could not continue to push it up.
The experts of the Buddhist Sect and the Asuras of the Blood Sea looked up at the vortex of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
There, a young girl in a feather dress slowly descended. The young girl's cultivation level did not seem to be high. She was probably only at the peak of Daira. She should not have been able to speak here.
However, she had forcefully blocked Randeng's mystical abilities and even suppressed them in terms of aura.
Why?
What else could it be? Her cultivation level was not high enough, so she used treasures to make up for it.
The young girl held a lotus lamp in her hand. The body of the lamp was like the hilt of a sword, and the lamp was like a lotus flower. In the lotus flower, there was a wick that seemed to be real and illusory at the same time. The dancing white flame contained some kind of indescribable truth of heaven and earth.
The young girl did not even use any Dharma powers. She used the power of the divine lamp to firmly block Randeng's mystical abilities.
Randeng stared at the lamp. The greed in his eyes flashed as he asked coldly, "Who are you!?"
"Me?" The young girl chuckled. Xiao Shen was like a wind chime, but her smile was mostly mocking. "My brother's name is Jian. Who do you think I am?"
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