King Qilin stood in front of the altar, begged again and again, bowed again and again, burned the sacred texts one after another, until the blue bird came back, King Qilin was still worshiping the saint with expressionless expression in front of the altar: "For the future of my three tribes and the overall situation of my three tribes, even if I prayed thousands of times today, I must invite the saint down, and I must invite the saint down."

At this time, the Qilin King was a little embarrassed and couldn't come down. Facing the Feng Zu and Long Zu who were watching the show, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

I once said that I had a great friendship with the saints, but now I have burned one watch after another, but I still never invited a saint. The more proud I was bragging back then, the more harsh the face I was now.

Until the blue bird returned, he came to Fengzu's ear and whispered, and handed over the Heart Sutra.

Seeing this, Feng Zu looked surprised and dared not believe it: "Be serious?"

"You can tell at a try," said the blue bird chuckled.

"Old Qilin, don't worship me. I have a scripture given by a saint, which can restrain the demon ancestor's great path of heaven and demons. Do you want to see it?" Feng Zu looked at the scripture in his hand, read it in a flash of his fingers, then stretched out his palm and copied it out, and said to the golden-winged big roll on one side: "Go, pass on this scripture, cast a stone tablet for my Phoenix monk to recite and practice."

The golden-winged roc took the order and then the Phoenix tribe began to break ground and teach various scriptures.

"Impossible!" The first reaction of Qilin King was that it was impossible. Then he quickly stepped forward and came to Feng Zu with Zulong. He lowered his head and looked at the scriptures in Feng Zu's hand, and a hint of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

"This is the power of the holy path, it is not wrong to be the power of the saint Amitabha. This opportunity cannot be faked." Zulong whispered: "It is indeed the work of the saint,"

Copy a passage and hand it over to the Eighth Prince. The Eighth Prince walked down with the scriptures. At this time, the Zulong raised his head and looked at the lost and incredible Qilin King: "Old Qilin, it seems that your relationship with the saint is also average."

King Qilin blushed when he heard this, and stopped talking. He just silently copied a scripture and passed it on.

The Qilin King did not continue to stimulate the Qilin King, and now the final battle is in front of me. If the Qilin King lost his heart and was exploited by the demon ancestor's demon, then the fun would be great.

The qi flows in the void, and the vast Buddha's light rises into the sky, and the sound of chanting scriptures is overwhelming. Thousands of billions of supernatural powers practice the Heart Sutra. The vast and continuous chanting of scriptures spreads across a radius of billions of miles, and the vast Buddha's light covers half of the sky.

The monks of the three clans are all people with supernatural powers. After a little diligence on the Heart Sutra, they can enter the path and temporarily suppress the demons in their bodies.

Then hundreds of millions of monks recited the true scriptures together, forming a vast cloud of celebrations, which even blessed the great power of Buddhism. Countless demons lie dormant in the Buddha's light and did not get any chance of attack.

Seeing this scene, even the angry Qilin clan couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Since you can restrain the demons of the Demon Ancestor, it's not too late. Everyone immediately took action to wipe out the Demon Ancestor's army."

At this time, Feng Zu and Zulong had no intention of teasing the Qilin King, and they all took action, leading countless troops under their command to rush to the extreme west.

How spectacular is it that hundreds of millions of troops gather and the Buddha's light is connected?

Have you ever seen the starry sky in the daytime?

There are no stars, only the light of the sun.

At this time, hundreds of millions of troops were chanting the Heart Sutra, and the vast Buddha light spread across the sky and the earth. There was no tribe of the three tribes, but only the vast Buddha light shone towards the extreme west like a wave.

Such a huge movement, the Demon Ancestor could already be aware of it before the three tribes arrived.

At this time, the Demon Ancestor stood at the top of Xi Kunlun. When he saw the mighty Buddha light, he was shocked.

With the vast Buddha light, hundreds of millions of troops gathered together, and with the gathering of great power of heaven, even the Demon Ancestor was shocked by it and did not dare to fight against it. He could only retreat.

"Old ancestor, that's..." Seeing the Buddha's light that covered half of the vast land, Taotie was so scared that his legs were weak. The terrifying pressure came to his face. He was sure that even the saint's holy path would not be as strong as this time.

"Is it because of such a terrifying Buddha's light that the saint took action?" The Demon Ancestor was unsure. He closed his eyes to feel the inner demon deep in the hearts of all living beings of the three tribes. He felt that the sensing area was empty. Before his will came, he saw the great Buddha's light vibrated, rolling up endless waves, and then a mouthful of black blood suddenly spewed out of his mouth.

"Old Ancestor..." All the ten ancient evil spirits changed their faces. Unexpectedly, the invincible Demon Ancestor had suffered trauma for a long time. I really don't know what terrifying power it should be before traumatizing the Demon Ancestor.

"It's okay, the other party will make a comeback and will definitely have some support!" The Demon Ancestor was pondering for a moment, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Cun, Qiongqi, Taotie, Zhu Yan."

"Subordinate is here!" But four ancient ten evil spirits came out.

The Demon Ancestor sneered and took out four swords from his arms: "You hang these four swords in the southeast, northwest, northwest and north of the extreme west, build an altar, and then obey my orders. No matter what its support it has, if you enter my Zhuxian sword formation, you will definitely have death or life."

After the words came, the four evil men were in the same tribute, each running towards four directions, southeast, west and north, erecting Kunlun Mountain in the center of the formation.

"Wait and remove my demon tribe from the cover of the four swords!" The Demon Ancestor ordered the remaining four evil spirits.

"But the opponent is coming in a fierce manner. With the ancestor alone, I am afraid that two fists will not match four hands. Although we have little ability, we can block a fatal blow for the ancestor at a critical moment and die for the ancestor!" Tengshe looked at the demon ancestor in black robe, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The Demon Ancestor smiled coldly, waved his hand suddenly, signaling Tengshe to shut up, and said expressionlessly: "Go down! How can I be afraid of three traitors?"

The four evil spirits dare not speak, they can only look at me and I look at you, and they all walk outside Kunlun Mountain.

"Amitabha, you dare to help the three tribes because you want to warn me on behalf of the saints that the imperial road is a dead end?" The Demon Ancestor looked into the distance, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes: "What a pity! You will never know my ability!"

"Do you know what the most painful thing in this world is?" Yang Sanyang and Bai Ze played chess with Fangcunshan in Lingtai, and suddenly raised their heads and said.

"What is the most painful thing?" Bai Ze was stunned: "Ancestor, I have always been happy. I have never been in pain, but I don't know the taste of pain."

"You said, if you lose pain after getting it, or have you never received it?" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a hint of emotion.

Bai Ze thought after hearing this, and after a while, he said, "Of course I have never received the most pain."

"I'm wrong. It's more painful to lose after getting it!" Yang Sanyang put down the chess piece and looked at the West with a little annoyance: "That's the life of billions of monks. Even if I have a deep blessing, I can't make such a struggle!"

The silent recitation of the Amitabha Sutra brought endless faith to Amitabha. The small world is growing rapidly. This is a complete surprise. The pie from the sky is not in vain.

Even with the help of this power of faith, Amitabha was planning to sacrifice to the hollow willow, and then urge the hollow willow to continue to grow, and rebirth with the hollow willow again.

But now that the Demon Ancestor has set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation, no one in the world knows better than him. However, how powerful the Zhuxian Sword Formation is.

Entering the Zhuxian Sword Formation, you will be dead!

Even Yang Sanyang cannot afford such a huge karma!

"Demon Ancestor, Demon Ancestor, I just hope you have some intelligence. Don't do anything stupid!" Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly: "The Ancestral Dragon and the Qilin King each have an innate treasure. Facing the Zhuxian Sword Formation, at least you have a chance to escape. Although the billions of troops will be damaged, it should not be the worst situation as expected."

Yang Sanyang's thoughts were circulating, but his eyes looked to the west, revealing a hint of contemplation: "If the Demon Ancestor really wants to bury all the living beings of the three tribes, then it would be better to save my world and enhance my foundation again."

Xikunlun

The Demon Ancestor stood proudly on the top of the mountain, and his eyes looked at the waves that were soaring into the sky and covering the sky.

"Old ancestor, why did the demon army withdraw from Xikunlun? It even withdrew from the extreme west and approached the end of the world?" The golden-winged big roll was sharp-eyed, and saw the strangeness of the demon race, and quickly spoke up to remind him.

"For some reason, I always feel something is wrong and shouldn't continue moving forward." Feng Zu's eyes showed a hint of uneasiness, and a ray of uneasiness flowed in his eyes, just like a frightened bird, looking around at the surrounding mountains.

"It's indeed a bit inappropriate. When I approached the Kunlun Mountains, I always felt my eyelids twitching, and there was a whim of qi and blood in my heart. A sense of anxiety came out of nowhere." Zulong looked at Feng Zu when he heard this: "I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. I thought it was because I was timid when facing the Demon Ancestor, so I felt uneasy."

Hearing this, the Qilin King raised his eyebrows. He had lost his face before. Although he felt something was wrong in his heart, he refused to let go of the opportunity to get back his face and squeeze the other party: "Haha, what's wrong? The demon army withdrew from the extreme west, which means that he was afraid of my three tribes. The Demon Ancestor lost the help of the demons and was already poor in his skills, so he had to give up his territory to avoid his subordinates' death. You two were timid and said they were timid, so why both of them were timid? "

Hearing this, Feng Zu raised his eyebrows: "That timid? I really felt it was so uneasy."

Zulong looked at Qilin King with a gloomy face, then swept the eyes of the powerful men, and was said to be timid, and he couldn't hold back his anger, and whispered: "It's not an exaggeration to be careful when fighting with the Demon Ancestor."
Chapter completed!