Chapter 1187: Emergency support for the spirit vulture

A golden light flashed, and a golden Buddha statue sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform was chopped off. The heavy golden body fell to the ground heavily. The bald head covered by the Buddha's light fell on the ground and bounced a few times. Then the Buddha's light gradually faded. A sharp claw grabbed the Buddha's eyebrows. After a sound of bone rubbing that made people's teeth sore, three purple relics the size of fists were dug out by the claws.

The three relics were shining purple like crystal carved, and a light golden reclining Buddha could be seen in the relics. But at this moment, the Buddha statue was gradually dissipating, and the strong Buddha power was constantly leaking from the relics. The master of the claws, a twisted figure shrouded in gray mist, grinned a few times, opened his mouth and swallowed the three relics, and the aura around him suddenly became much stronger.

This is the "Treasure Flame Heart Light Cave" on the Great Lingjiu Mountain, which is the temple for Buddhist monks to practice Baoyan Heart Buddha. But now Baoyan Heart Buddha has been killed, and his disciples have fallen all over the ground. All Buddhist practitioners have been cut off with one knife, their relics have been dug out, and all their essence has been swallowed up. Even the little monks who are responsible for cleaning, and even the little monks who have not practiced the Arhat Fruit have been killed.

Red, golden, purple and pure purple blood sprinkled all over the ground. The figure in the gray fog walked in the thick pool of blood, leaving behind a line of bright and dazzling blood footprints, slowly heading towards another Buddha temple nearby.

The ominous gray mist floated in the sky, and there were Buddhist disciples standing there with their eyes unswervingly. They were numb all over, and even their spiritual consciousness was blocked by the strange fog. They lost their perception of everything outside. The figure in the gray mist slowly walked to them, slashed their heads, and swallowed up all their relics.

From the Buddha in the Mingdao realm to the novice monk with the weakest cultivation, blood flows into a river and corpses accumulate like mountains wherever they pass.

"I'm a sage, I like your energy crystals so much!" The gray figure was so excited in the mist that he shivered all over. He murmured in a low voice: "It's so convenient for me to harvest, it's so convenient for me to swallow. Hahaha, how clean I'm killing people? Just cut it off with one knife and then harvest your energy crystals. How delicious? That perverted woman Shilang always makes her flesh and blood blurry, and it's not beautiful at all!"

The gray sword shadow *** the heart of a Bodhisattva, slowly cutting his body, carefully dividing him into dozens of pieces. He murmured in a low voice: "It's the most beautiful thing I kill, clean, and neatly killed."

The Bodhisattva was soon broken into countless pieces of flesh and bones, and was neatly stacked on the ground. His claws penetrated into his eyebrows and dug out his natal relics. A low sound of impact came from beside him. Several Buddhist spiritual birds resting on the branches lost their strength and turned over and fell from the branches, hitting heavily on the ground.

Xun walked over slowly and waved his sword to cut the spirit birds twice.

Inside the forest of the Joyful Zen Acacia, Lao Ai had already pressed the woman in black under her body. The woman let out a soft and weak scream, and her hands tightly grasped Lao Ai's shoulders. Her cold and slippery hands printed several distinct blood palm prints on Lao Ai's shoulders. Lao Ai was shocked by her delicate and weak resistance. He roared lowly, grabbed the woman's black robe and pulled it hard from the collar.

It was a black robe. The woman was wearing only such an empty and wide robe, except that she was not covered in her body. Her slender and white body struggled weakly under Lao Ai's tall and strong body. The woman squinted her eyes, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and made a sharp and thin sound like a cat with a severely injured one.

Lao Ai laughed wildly, he held the woman's shoulder tightly and broke into her body without any hesitation.

The woman opened her mouth and exclaimed, as if she was amazed at some of Lao Ai's tyranny. The smile on the corners of her mouth became stronger and stronger. She hugged Lao Ai's neck tightly. While enduring the impact of Lao Ai's storm, the woman gently said: "It's great, it's really good. You will be the last one to die. You will live the longest in this Big Vulture Mountain!"

Two slender long legs clamped Lao Ai's majestic waist, and the scene was like two bean sprouts wrapped around a thick tree trunk. But it was Lao Ai who made the pain. He felt as if two giant pythons were strangling him. The irresistible force came. Lao Ai's waist heated up, and the heat was pouring out like a tide through the dam. His body shook violently, making people irresistible pleasure lasted for a quarter of an hour. Lao Ai's whole body was filled with energy. A quarter of an hour later, his cultivation dropped from the peak of the first-grade Breaking Dao to the third-grade Breaking Dao.

The irresistible heat from the dantian swept across his body, and Lao Ai's eyes were red, and it collided violently again like a bomb about to explode. In just a few collisions, before he could enjoy the strange taste of the woman's body eclipsed, his whole body trembled, and another quarter of an hour of violent trembling. His cultivation dropped from the third grade of the Dao to the sixth grade of the Dao. Lao Ai's face was thinner, his eyes turned black, and his eyes were deeply sunk.

The blood madman and others rushed over. They stared at the woman's slender and tender body and kept swallowing. The woman smiled and looked at the blood madman and others charmingly, and chuckled softly: "Don't hurry, don't hurry, when I eat all this good person, it's your turn... Although your cultivation is weaker and not enough for me to eat in one bite, you are all so strong!"

The strange pink mist covered the entire Acacia forest, and half of the smallest Vulture Mountain was shrouded by this pink mist. The other half of the smallest Vulture Mountain was shrouded by a gray aura. Apart from the pink and gray aura, the remaining part of the Big Vulture Mountain was trapped in a deep black aura.

In the black air, the coffin master and the coffin master were fighting with dozens of Buddhas and a black shadow that flashed rapidly in the void. Dozens of Buddhas with the strongest Buddhist cultivation joined forces to fight against the enemy, but their faces were filled with despair and fear. They hissed and roared, constantly sacrificing various Buddhist weapons to attack the black shadow, but no matter what treasure they sacrificed, as long as the black air turned up, their Buddha treasure would be immediately polluted and dimmed and fell to the ground.

Even the golden bodies of these Buddhas began to become obscure, and their power was rapidly declining.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, and the Master of Coffin screamed. Before he could sacrifice his natal Buddha weapon, a big knife had already divided him into two pieces from head to crotch. The Master of Coffin used his magical power to escape, and a big mouth suddenly surged out of the black air, and opened his mouth to swallow the Master of Coffin. The terrifying chewing sound continued for a while, and the black air around him became stronger and stronger.

Seeing that the Coffin Master, who was known as himself, died tragically, the Coffin Master couldn't help but shout: "Monster, what is your origin? How did you break into my Daling Vulture Mountain? There is a large formation arranged by the Buddha himself outside the mountain. How did you break in?"

A hoarse and low voice in the black air, and just listening to his words made people feel desperate and despaired, slowly rang out: "That big array is good, it's really good. Unfortunately, it can't stop us. I am Zhongyan, you may not know my name."

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, Yizun was 18 feet tall, covered with black scales, and his body was just like a human, but his head was just a ball of changing black air, which occasionally turned into countless forms such as men, women, old and young, flowers, birds, fish, birds, beasts, etc., but each form was twisted and hideous, full of endless fear, despair and other negative expressions.

The coffin master and dozens of other masters looked at Zhongyan's head blankly. They stared at the head with a constant change of shape. All their energy was sucked in by the head. They were stiff all over and there was no strength to move.

Zhongyan laughed in a low voice and said, "Don't you want to see me? But as long as the sinful person in his heart sees me, he will let me kill like you. You should not exist in the world. You should be like my name, and eventually annihilate, and everything will return to nothingness. This is the ultimate way of this endless void."

The invisible long sword was swung, and the sword light flashed by, and a Buddha was slashed into dozens of pieces by the sword light without resistance.

In the Daluo Heavenly Daoyuan Palace, the seven red-fly Buddhas suddenly noticed the Dayi Venerable who stood up in a panic from the ruins of the pavilion. What made them speechless was that Dayi had a bun on his head and was wearing a Taoist robe.

Over the years, the seven Buddhas have focused all their energy on the ancient spirits, and they have no extra energy to pay attention to other things. However, when the Venerable Dayi dresses up like this, they almost instinctively swept their spiritual consciousness to the Great Spirit Vulture Mountain.

At first glance, the Great Spirit Vulture Mountain is still shining with auspicious light and Buddha clouds covering all directions. However, under the eyes of the seven Buddhas, through the layer of false Buddha light and auspicious clouds, the Great Spirit Vulture Mountain has been shrouded by three strange auras, and in the three auras, endless blood light soars into the sky.

"How did they get in?" Buddha Shouxin was furious! He angrily said to Venerable Dayi: "Dayi, don't pursue the crime of abandoning Buddha and entering Taoism for now. Come back to Daling Vulture Mountain to rescue your fellow disciples quickly. You can still atone for your sins!"

He hurriedly joined the nine Taoist ancestors as a ritual, and the seven Buddhas raised a ray of auspicious light and fled towards the direction of the Great Spirit Vulture Mountain.

There are only three realm-breaking people here who join forces, and the power of the nine Taoist ancestors is enough to deal with them. The biggest crisis now is Daling Vulture Mountain. Even though the seven Buddhas have practiced their hearts as if they are as hard as ancient wells and as hard-working as stones, they still cannot let go of this temple, this foundation, and even more so many hard-core confidant disciples.

If the nine Taoist ancestors were discarded at a critical moment, they would be discarded, but the seven Buddhas could not give up their disciples at will. The most important power of faith in Buddhist practices is the power of faith, and most of the seven Buddhas' faith is obtained from the hands of these hard-core disciples!

Venerable Dayi hummed a few times, his eyes turned and turned into a strong light and followed the seven Buddhas away.
Chapter completed!