Next to the Dayuan Passage.

The surging evil qi spreads everywhere, vibrating violently.

The blood evil spirits in the sky were mixed in, and the bloody smell that caused the original decay here was wiped out.

Almost every breath, in this vast battlefield, there are constantly mortal creatures in the world and bloodshed in half.

The dispersed blood mist has almost become the background of this battlefield.

In despair, the Xuanmen monks and the Eastern Tu demon cultivators came to the end of their lives in groups.

In the place, He Wan'an's eyes were stunned and numbly began to worship the "Wan'an Xiangshu", and the lines were sprinkled in the Yin Evil Qi, delaying the time when the evil Qi was turbulent.

His pale lips were constantly squirming, and a murmur sound was made in his throat.

"No...no..."

This bloody battle should not be the scene in front of you!

Taking advantage of the situation with the initiative, calculating without intention, and waiting for labor with leisure should be a situation where Xuanmen cultivators will win!

In fact, at the beginning of the bloody battle, the Xuanmen monks lacked the advantage of taking the lead. They briefly covered their bodies in the underworld with the way of the earth, and instantly attacked the still chaotic demon clan.

In the midst of lightning, countless demon cultivators were panicked and their souls were scattered, and eventually even their blood and bones were broken into powder.

On the other hand, the Xuanmen monks were not even damaged. Even if they were injured, they were just minor injuries left by those demon cultivators when they struggled to death.

But when did the entire bloody battle situation be completely reversed?

He Wanan's lost eyes subconsciously looked at the edge of the battlefield.

The gilded Buddha cloud seemed to open a Buddhist pure land in the underworld. In front of the Buddhas' cultivation, the Buddha of Sanling Mountain stood in a void. The Buddha light spreading on their bodies was not as dazzling as in the world. The power of Mount Sumeru suppressed them, and the spreading gilded Buddha cloud seemed to be a warm sun.

But the moment this warm sun bloomed in the Yin and Netherworld, the Buddha's light shone everywhere, breaking the Xuanmen's subduing formation. When He Wan'an sacrificed the treasure weapon and thought about making up for it, the opportunity was fleeting. The victory or defeat of this bloody battle was no longer the final say of the Xuanmen monks.

That was the turning point of this bloody battle.

He Wan'an estimated that there would be Lingshan Buddha's cultivation and follow him and enter the Yinming Realm, but the Xuanmen practitioners entered the realm too early and did not know that Lingshan Buddha would accompany him.

Every drink and peck are all predestined.

But at this moment, no one cared about He Wan'an's state in the entire battlefield. The evil spirits surrounded the body, and the Taoist hearts of many Xuanmen monks began to be eroded by the evil qi. Gradually, scarlet blood covered their originally clear eyes. Finally, at a certain moment, the murderous impulse in their hearts overshadowed the fear and despair of death. They rushed into the most tragic center of the battlefield. Regardless of the fierce evil qi, they dissipated the escape light, sacrificed their natal magic weapon, and finally ended in the brilliant rain of light.

At the same time, on the edge of the battlefield, among the Buddha's clouds, the three Buddhist Buddhas in Lingshan looked indifferently at the battlefield of fighting.

I don’t know what I thought of, Jianhua Ancient Buddha suddenly smiled and turned his head to look at the distracted Ma Erling Buddha next to him.

"You two, don't you take action? There are many demons who have died..."

He glanced at the ancient Buddhist Jianhua coldly, and the Buddha of Heart Ape was wearing a blood-colored cassock without saying a word.

Instead, the Yima Ling Buddha turned his head and looked at the Jianhua Ancient Buddha. Under his peaceful eyes, the smile on the Jianhua Ancient Buddha's face slowly disappeared. Until this moment, the Yima Ling Buddha spoke calmly.

"Amitabha, since you have become a monk and converted to my Buddha, whether it is a demon or a human, in my eyes, there are billions of living beings who need to teach me to save me. I don't know why the ancient Buddha had this question. Didn't he think so in his heart? Oh, right, before the ancient Buddha attained enlightenment, he was the head of Zen Buddhism and belonged to the Middle Earth Xuanmen..."

At the end of the conversation, the face of Yima Ling Buddha was extremely contemptuous.

The ancient Buddha Jianhua's face was stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a few seconds, as if he wanted to squeeze out a smiling face, but in the end he only taught his expression to become more distorted.

He stared at Yima Ling Buddha hatred, as if his words just now had poked some pain in the ancient Buddha.

After breathing for several degrees, the ancient Buddhist Jianhua sneered.

"Since you don't care about the demon clan, who just shone the Buddha's light and broke the formation of the subduing bureau of those Xuanmen cultivators?"

This seems to be a question, but the expression of Ma Ling Buddha is still calm and calm.

"Ancient Buddha, what are you thinking? In the final analysis, Xuanmen is the enemy of my Buddha, right? Since that's the case, is there anything wrong with me breaking the Xuanmen formation?"

When the words were finished, many Lingshan Buddhist practitioners laughed in a low voice behind the Three Buddhas.

Until now, the ancient Buddhists of Jianhua seemed to be awakened by this laughter.

Even they were born from the Eastern Gate Demon Clan.

Is this huge Lingshan still the source of Buddhism in the past?

For the first time in his life, the ancient Buddhist Jianhua had regrets and doubts about his defiance of the Xuanmen Zen Buddhism in his past.

He raised a smile with great difficulty and nodded apologetically at Yima Ling Buddha.

"Amitabha, I am thinking about it."

Seeing that the ancient Buddha Jianhua bowed his head, the Buddha seemed to have a breath in his heart and showed a sneer on his face. Just as he was about to continue speaking, the expressions of the three Buddhas changed, looking at the distant place.

A series of light stars scattered, but they all rushed towards the place of bloody battle.

After all, the Xuanmen has a strong energy, but it is not a bloody battle that can be defeated.

At such an important moment, Ming Qi Daozi, who had entered the Yin Ming Realm earlier, rushed over and came with the cultivators of the Lei Sect to attract fellow Xuanmen who were deeply trapped in the bloody battle.

The escape light flashed in an instant, and in an instant, it reached the edge of the battlefield.

At this time, all the details are clear.

Thoughts flew around, and in the midst of lightning, Mingqi Daozi spoke coldly.

"Brother Zong An Dao, you will lead all the fellow disciples of Lei Sect to the battlefield to attract all fellow Taoists, and the rest, follow me!"

When the words were finished, Mingqi Daozi encountered the battlefield and refused to enter, leading the geniuses of Daozi of various sects. He immediately walked into the empty space and stood in front of the gilded Buddha cloud.

Mingqi Daozi's eyes swept across the three Buddhas.

Facing the mighty power of the world, Mingqi Daozi's expression was very calm.

"I didn't live in the East Land, but I ran to the Yinming Realm to rush to die? Is the power of Mount Sumeru? I really think your tutor is the second Buddha Master of Pure Land? This turtle shell can cover up how many times you take action? Either take action to kill my life, or the group of Buddhist children and grandchildren behind you will leave their lives in my hands! I am dead, from east to west, from south to north, the Taoist sons of each sect continue what I do! Monks, let's take a look, what will happen if the power of Mount Sumeru is gone!

Even earlier, the old demons in Dongtu only dared to block the passage of Fengdu Dayuan. You are so brave that they can enter the Yin and Underworld! If you sacrifice the lives of six or seven Taoist sons in Xuanmen, today you will lose the roots of Lingshan Buddhism! I heard that monks are good at discussing cause and effect. Tell me, will my sect's fortune rise or fall after this happens? I think such a great thing can teach me the name of the Tao. If there is a residual soul, you will not lack the power of incense... "

At the end, Mingqi Daozi seemed to be so excited by his words. Under the gaze of the Three Buddhas, Mingqi Daozi's half foot had already stepped into the Buddha's clouds. He even looked at the Three Buddhas excitedly, as if waiting for them to take action.

At this moment, in front of Mingqi Daozi, the gilded Buddha clouds all receded like tides.

In an instant, this warm and warm sun turned from reality to virtual, and this pure land seemed to have turned into a dream.

"Haha, the little donor is too angry. After this, the cause and effect of Wuwo Lingshan is the one who fights bloodyly, Guixuanmen and the demon clan. I and others are just passing by, just passing by..."

When the voice of the ancient Buddha of Jianhua fell, the last ray of Buddha's light disappeared invisible.

The eyes are as far away as the sky, and the sight is no longer the figure of Lingshan Buddhism.

Until this moment, Mingqi Daozi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.
Chapter completed!