"Yu'er, here, prick this bald donkey into a hedgehog for me."
Qin Changsheng did not talk nonsense, but threw Qin Yu a spear. A mere Supreme Arhat could not make him feel any fluctuation at all.
"Okay, ancestor."
Qin Yu looked at the spear thrown by his ancestor, he was overjoyed and his eyes were wild.
Isn't this one of the eight Ji Dao Imperial Weapons that the ancestor took out that day?
Stable, stable!
Although he couldn't exert the power of the imperial weapon, he could still easily stab a Buddhist supreme with this imperial weapon's spear.
After waiting for a long time, I finally waited until today. After waiting for a long time, my dream finally came true.
Qin Yu's eyes looking at Hui Ku also became much softer.
Thanks to you, I was able to touch this imperial weapon that I dreamed of in advance. I'll be gentler later and stab you ninety-nine and eighty-one times, and that's it. If you're not dead by then, you can't blame me.
After listening to the conversation between Qin Yu and Qin Changsheng, Hui Ku suddenly realized.
Ancestor?
It turns out that this young man is the ancestor of the Qin family who has been missing for thousands of years, the legendary mortal who accidentally drank the elixir of immortality.
He is indeed a loser. He actually provoked the Buddhist Holy Land and ruined the elixir of immortality.
Thinking of this, Hui Ku was determined. It wasn't just some mysterious ancient force, it was just a Qin family that could be destroyed with a snap of a finger.
"Here comes the gun!"
Qin Yu shouted loudly.
Ever since the last time he saw the Third Patriarch coming to kill the Quasi-Emperor with a single stroke of his sword, he felt very capable and had been looking forward to this day.
And with the input of his spiritual power, the spear seemed to have come to life, trembling slightly and tearing apart the surrounding void.
It seems that he is about to revive and suppress all the enemies in the world!
next moment.
An extremely terrifying aura emanated from the spear, enveloping it with a violent and destructive aura that could destroy all things. The void was trembling, as if all things were about to surrender.
The face of Hui Ku across from him was full of horror, as if he was facing the resurrection of a supreme emperor, and the emperor's power came to the world.
"What!"
Someone in the void exclaimed.
Even on the top of Mount Sumeru, deep in the so-called Pure Land, several of the oldest ancient Buddhas suddenly opened their eyes, revealing expressions of disbelief.
This is……
The aura of revival of the Jidao Emperor's soldiers!
How can it be?
Qin Yu, on the other hand, continued to thrust towards Hui Ku.
Hui Ku's eyes were full of fear and despair. Under the lock of the imperial weapon's divine power, he had no way to escape, and he couldn't even tear apart the space to escape.
He just wanted to scold his mother. Who would have thought that after a good fight, the opponent suddenly took out a Ji Dao Imperial Weapon, and did he still have martial ethics?
At the moment when Hui Ku was about to be pierced.
"Be bold!"
A cold voice came from the void, containing terrifying murderous intent.
A figure appeared and stood in front of Hui Ku.
It is the contemporary Buddhist disciple, the future Buddha Lord, Huikong, the most outstanding disciple of Buddhism in the past 100,000 years. At only a few thousand years old, he has entered the late stage of the Quasi-Emperor and has become one of the supreme giants.
He waved his hand casually, and a surging law of ability erupted from his body, and the Buddha's light flourished, facing the imperial weapon spear light.
"Rumble"
After a burst of violent sound and dazzling light, the world returned to calm.
Looking at Huikong again, although he was unscathed, he had taken three steps back.
"Amitabha,"
He groaned and looked at the spear opposite Qin Yu who was knocked to the ground, with a trace of greed in his eyes.
As expected of the Jidao Emperor Weapon, a mere saint-level figure could actually force me, a late-stage quasi-emperor, back three steps with the use of the Emperor Weapon.
He said in a deep voice:
"This gun has a fate with my Buddha. The murderous intention is too strong and needs to be purified by my Buddha."
"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
After saying that, he wanted to step forward and take the spear as his own, with a look of compassion on his face, as if robbing other people's weapons in the name of purification was a great merit.
As for Qin Yu on the ground, he didn't care. Under his spiritual perception, the other party could only mobilize the imperial soldiers once. Qin Yu now posed no threat.
"Haha, such a person is destined to be my Buddha," Qin Changsheng's mean voice came again.
"Sure enough, Buddhism everywhere in the world has this kind of virtue. I can hear these words in my ears."
"I still feel that I am destined to your mother, and this Mount Sumeru is also destined to me. Please give way and stand on my territory."
Qin Yu on the ground looked at me with admiration. The ancestor was so majestic that he spoke all my thoughts as if he were speaking for me.
Hearing this, Huikong stopped, frowned, and looked straight at Qin Changsheng.
Where did this arrogant person come from with such a bad mouth!
He deserves to have his tongue pulled out.
Ordinary people?
Huikongzai sensed it carefully, but still couldn't see through Qin Changsheng.
At most he can be regarded as a good-looking ordinary person.
While he was observing Qin Changsheng carefully, Nangong Yan was also staring at him.
It's him!
Nangong Yan's breathing was rapid, and her delicate body began to tremble violently. She clenched her hands tightly, her nails dug deeply into her palms, and blood oozed out, but she couldn't feel the slightest pain.
She will never forget this face!
It was this Huikong, with his ferocious face, who on that day stripped the Nether Orb alive from his sister's body, and then killed her with one palm.
But thinking of the terrifying aura that erupted from Huikong's body just now, Nangong Yan's eyes were full of despair.
too strong!
Unexpectedly, with the help of the Netherworld Treasure, this thief's cultivation level has grown so fast. In just a few thousand years, he has immediately stood at the top of the world. Even the emperor's soldiers just now can't hurt him.
What's more, behind the other party stood the behemoth of Buddhism.
Is there anyone in this world who can avenge himself?
Thinking of this, Nangong Yan's body shook and was about to collapse.
Seeing this, Qin Changsheng gently hugged him, leaned him against him, and said softly:
"It's okay, I'm here."
Hearing this, Nangong Yan raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but then fell silent.
She only regarded Qin Changsheng as comforting herself and did not hold out much hope.
Qin Lang is still too bookish, knows too little about Buddhism, and does not understand the horror of Buddhism.
"Is it him?" Qin Changsheng continued to ask.
"yes."
"Oh, that's fine. How do you want to deal with it?"
"I wish I could eat his flesh alive, drink his blood, twitch his muscles, crush his bones and raise ashes." Nangong Yan knew he would die, so he let go.
Hearing this, Qin Changsheng indeed shook his head.
"This won't work. The meat of this bald donkey is too old and the blood is too smelly. It's better to just crush the bones and spread the ashes."
Seeing that the two of them acted as if there was no one around, they were talking to each other and making comments about themselves, as if they were already at their wits end.
Huikong was so angry that he laughed instead.
"Hahaha,"
"Okay, since you want to die so much, the poor monk will help you."
A cold look flashed in his eyes. He had lost count of how many years it had been since he became a disciple of Buddhism. No one dared to ignore him like this.
It seems that Buddhism has been keeping a low profile for too long, and the world has forgotten the horror of Buddhism.
