White Bone View?

Very weird Buddhist teachings.

At least in Liangyitian, Lu Qian had never heard of any similar method.

With the roar of the fish and the tiger, the bone-colored flames in his Buddhist kingdom rose up, and countless people of the Buddhist kingdom burned in the fire. Wisps of rays of light rose up, and these people of the Buddhist kingdom were burning in the light of the fire.

Zhonghua turned into thumb-sized, white and translucent white bone relics!

Pure.

Flawless.

It is filled with incomparably huge belief power and surges with extremely extreme Buddhist Taoism.

Countless white bone relics turned into strips of white light and surged out from the Buddha's kingdom. Yudianhu opened his mouth and swallowed it in big mouthfuls. As he swallowed, his breath also soared.

One hundred kalpas.

Three hundred kalpas.

Eight hundred kalpas.

As he breathed, wisps of white Buddhist flames soared into the sky from Yu Dianhu's head. Above his head, he transformed into a strange statue wearing a white bone Vairocana hat, with eight arms on all sides, sitting cross-legged on a white bone lotus platform, with no trace of flesh and blood in his body.

.

"My name is Guiji!"

Yu Diaihu's body was also covered with a light white bone color. His voice became hollow and transparent, like the wind blowing through the corroded white bones, carrying an inexplicable breath of death. As time passed,

As minutes and seconds passed, the flesh and blood on his body disappeared rapidly, revealing the bones in his body that were as clear as glass.

The originally dazzling golden glazed Buddha bones quickly turned into a white porcelain-like texture under the burning of the white Buddha flames.

The white bones swelled, and wisps of dense and strange Buddhist patterns were entangled in the white bones. Lu Yi, Yu Canglang, and the few people who were still awake in the air all heard the murmuring of chanting. It was an extremely ruthless sound.

, extremely indifferent, treating all things in the world as stupid dogs, completely losing all emotions and desires, and almost having a "blank" voice.

Yu Canglang's expression became extremely strange. His nine faces were twisting and twitching, and his body was shaking uneasily from side to side. He muttered in a low voice: "This breath is scary!"

Lu Qian squinted his eyes and looked at Yu Diaihu and Yu Canglang quietly.

There is no doubt that Yu Cang Lang was plotted... This so-called Nine Sons Ghost Father Xiaodu Lu Yuan Demon Secret, as expected, should be arranged by Thirty-Three Years Cicada, the 'creator' of this world.

Yu Cang Lang, as well as many powerful ministers of the Shenyin Dynasty, became practitioners of this secret method. They eventually sacrificed everything to create such a monster with the face of Yu Cang Lang.

And the fish is crazy.

Obviously, there is someone powerful behind him.

Yu Diaihu, the entire Shenyin Dynasty, and all the high-level magical methods have not jumped out of the mold of the Great Vajra Zen method that Lu Yi passed on to the thirty-six Shenwu generals. With Yu Diaihu's understanding and qualifications, Lu Yi does not believe it

, he can come up with such a weird bone viewing method by himself.

So, there must be someone behind him.

The feud between this man... and the thirty-three-year-old cicada is very interesting.

"Haha, two knives!" Lu Qian sighed in a low voice.

Yu Diaihu and Yu Canglang glanced at Lu Yi at the same time.

Yucanglang's eyes flashed with blue-purple magic light, and he laughed softly: "I am who I am, what kind of knife is there?"

Yu Diaihu's eyes have disappeared, and only two balls of pale white light the size of fists are beating and flashing, revealing an extremely cold and ruthless charm. His voice is like two white bones that have been weathered for thousands of years rubbing against each other.

, shriveled, hoarse, rough, ugly.

He hissed: "Even if it's a sword, as long as it can kill the world and be inferior to one person, what's wrong with making a sword?"

'Cackle', Yu Diaihu's aura suddenly soared to an extreme, he opened his arms and looked up to the sky and roared. With Sheng Haojing as the center and Yu Diaihu as the center of the circle, many dignitaries of the Shenyin Dynasty who had fainted

Most of the ministers opened their eyes and stood up.

They recited the long and smelly name of Yu Diaihu respectfully, and their bodies were ignited with white Buddhist flames.

In Shenghao Capital City, there are large groups of wealthy businessmen, landowners, heroes, and gang members who have benefited from the Shenyin Dynasty on weekdays and belong to the class of "vested interests". Together with those in the city who live a worry-free life and are usually benefited by the Shenyin Dynasty,

The wealthy people supported by the government also woke up from their coma.

They ran to their own shrine and burned incense and worshiped at the longevity tablet of Yu Diaihu enshrined on the shrine.

In the huge Eastern Buddhist Kingdom, countless people devoutly worship Lu Qian, worship Ahu and the many tiger masters of Baihu Hall. And the Shenyin Dynasty, under the management of Yu Diaihu for countless years, naturally has a group of the most pious

of fans.

Power, wealth, beauty... As the monarch of a dynasty, if Yu Diaihu couldn't even win over a group of loyal subordinates, he would be a waste.

Compared to the huge Shenyin Dynasty, these die-hard subjects only account for a small proportion.

However, the Shenyin Dynasty had a vast territory and a large number of subjects. This small proportion of subjects could be regarded as an astronomical figure - like puppets on strings, countless subjects began to burn incense, worship, and offer their most pious tributes to Yu Diaihu.

The power of incense.

The dense bones of the Buddha's flames burned fiercely on Yu Diaihu's body.

Pieces of crystal clear, tiny and thin white bones appeared out of thin air in the Buddha's flames, condensing into cassocks, monk clothes, monk boots, and various white bone staffs, swords, alms bowls, bells, and even huge...

A bronze bell, and an 18-story White Bone Pagoda with numerous magical images of the ferocious Bone God carved throughout it.

These magical weapons made of white bones emit a cold light, and their power is extremely astonishing!

And Yu Diaihu's aura has firmly entered the realm of the Buddha...even thicker than Yu Canglang's aura.

It's just that his energy is completely different from Yu Dihu himself.

It was as if a ray of soul awakened in his body, and soon merged with Yu Diaihu's own soul, turning into another completely different personality, an 'outsider' who had little to do with Yu Diaihu.

This man looked straight at Yu Canglang through Yu Diaihu's strange white bone spell, and smiled softly: "Junior brother, long time no see!"

Yu Canglang pursed his lips hard.

His energy also suddenly changed.

From the evil, filthy, sinister and vicious devil, he turned into an erratic and unpredictable man.

His voice also became empty and vague, full of unpredictable mysteries. He raised his head, with a faint purple-green light flashing in his eyes, staring deeply at the existence in Yu Dianhu's body: "Hey, I'm still caught by you.

Live. Why bother? Can't you let my wife go through this disaster peacefully?"

The man in Yu Diaihu's body chuckled: "Of course, of course, if we had no grievances back then, I wouldn't care what you did? But you shouldn't, absolutely shouldn't, you actually put us

, use it as a tool to overcome the tribulation, and lead us to the ancient city of Loulan... From the ancestor to the master, so many elders of the sect have been trapped and killed by you one by one."

"There are also junior brothers, so many junior brothers..."

The man in Yu Diaihu's body hissed: "Okay, even if the master, master, and so many brothers are tricked and killed by you, I don't care, I can't care... their life and death, and mine

What does it matter? But, little junior sister!"

Lu Qian slapped himself on the forehead.

This scene is really bloody!

You are monks!

Monk, little junior sister!

Uh, okay, you guys sang so soul-stirringly in such a big drama, it's really... quite helpless!

Yu Cang Lang and Yu Di Hu exchanged words and started quarreling with each other.

Lu Qian also understood.

What happened is very simple.

Thirty-three-year-old cicada, in a certain heaven, worshiped in the Buddhist sect left by the old monk Hongchen. He parasitized in that Buddhist sect, quietly absorbing the knowledge and resources of Buddhism, just like his body parasitic in the chaos.

There are some chaotic spiritual roots in the world, on the roots of the sacred trees planted by immortals, and it absorbs the juice of the roots to strengthen itself.

He lived very comfortably and carefree in that Buddhist gate.

Buddhism is a dominant family in that heaven, and its power is incredibly powerful. Its power radiates to tens of thousands of surrounding heavens, making it truly the overlord.

Thirty-three years ago, Cicada lived happily for many years under the protection of that Buddhist sect.

But that year, he suddenly felt that a major disaster was about to come to him, and this disaster would be among the thirty-three major disasters destined for him in his life. It would be more difficult and dangerous than the previous disasters, almost.

It is a time that is destined to be wiped out in ashes.

Therefore, Thirty-Three-Year-Old Cicada quietly arranged and secretly pushed forward, so that there were a few rebellious Buddhist rebels in that Buddhist sect... Those rebels, under the careful cultivation of Thirty-Three-Year-Old Cicada, cultivated their abilities.

Astonishingly, his methods were fierce and he killed many batches of law enforcement lords sent by Buddhism in succession.

The leader of the Buddhist sect on that side was so angry that he personally took charge of countless monks and chased into the chaos, vowing to capture those rebellious people alive and execute them by cutting them into pieces with a thousand cuts.

Under the design of Thirty-Three-Year Cicada, the Buddhist monks who went on an expedition mistakenly entered the ancient city of Loulan, and almost all of them were killed or injured.

The Thirty-Three-Year Cicada absorbed the essence of those dead and injured Buddhist cultivators, crazily improved itself, and even faked death and reincarnated, intending to take off its body and survive this severe tribulation!

However, among the fellow disciples who were tricked and killed by him, there was a fellow who had the qualifications and talents that could be called a monster. He struggled to crawl out from that desperate situation. Not only that, he also spent countless years of hard work to find

The thirty-three-year-old cicada is pretending to be dead to survive the tribulation!
To be continued...