More than a dozen large flying boats arrived in Dongzhou in a mighty manner.
The disciples of the Hehuan Sect didn't know what was going on and hurried to report it.
Song Heqing got the news and came out to check.
The huge flying boat covers the sky and the sun, with Buddhas and Arhats in the sky carved on it, shining with golden light.
The majestic sound of chanting scriptures echoed between heaven and earth.
"What are you monks doing here, asking for a beating?"
Song Heqing's words were not polite, and these monks were no less generous.
"Hmph, you brave evildoer, you destroyed my Tantric Sect, and today is your day of death."
"You came all the way here just to attack me. You don't know what happened to those fools in front of me, right?"
"We have two ancestors who transformed into gods on this trip, and they will definitely take you down."
"Then I'm really scared."
At this time, the forces on all continents were watching the confrontation between the East and the West.
After all, the way the Seven Sects of Buddhism mobilized their troops and mobilized the public was completely seen by others.
In their view, provoking a long-famous demon cultivator in the transformation stage is undoubtedly mentally ill.
What's more, even if Buddhism wins this time, there will probably be a lot of damage.
When both sides suffer losses, they will come out and pick up what's already available.
"Amitabha."
Two old monks appeared in the sky.
One is haggard in appearance, and the other is round and round.
In the memory of the original body, I know them:
"Zen Master Kurong, Monk Yudou."
"Amitabha, the donor still remembers the poor monk."
"What, you want to be the one who stands out?"
The fat monk said:
"Your Excellency, as a cultivator of the Transformation of Gods, actually destroyed our Xizhou Esoteric Sect indiscriminately. If we don't avenge this, how will our Buddhist sect gain a foothold in the future?"
"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to fight, fight!" Song Heqing didn't tolerate them, turned to the sect and shouted:
"Stay inside the formation and don't run out."
"Ancestor, be careful!"
Song Heqing transformed into a spear, which was his original magical weapon.
Made from rare thunder crystals, it fits him very well.
Song Heqing has thousands of lifetimes of experience. For him, he knows some martial arts and magic powers that are not available in this world.
Relying on the demon cultivator's strong physical strength and the mana accumulated over many years, it is still possible to deal with them.
"Look at the gun!"
The spears went in and out of the dragon, and under the thunder and lightning, the two old monks who transformed into gods also took action.
"Amitabha." The withered and thin Zen Master Kurong struck directly with his palm.
The Buddha's palm contains the way of life, death, withering and glory. Song Heqing directly used his strength to attack Shihui and broke it open with thunder and lightning.
"Zen Master, your mastery of the art of life and death is not very good. You have turned yourself into a skeleton. In my opinion, your cultivation has not improved for five hundred years. I am afraid you have gone too far."
Zen Master Kurong looked at him steadily and did not refute.
Song Heqing knew that he was right and continued to sarcastically say:
"Let me show you what the real way of life, death and prosperity looks like."
He raised his hand and lowered it again, as if with great force.
On the ground under the palm of your hand, flowers, plants and trees have gone through the whole process of germination, leafing out, flowering, fruiting, and dying in just a few breaths, and formed a small world, repeated over and over again.
The old Zen master couldn't believe it:
"Impossible, how could it be possible?"
He really couldn't believe that as a person who had meditated on Kurong Zen for more than a thousand years, he was actually inferior to a demon cultivator?
Demon cultivators are not as good as humans in their understanding of the Tao!
For this kind of person, faith is extremely firm but also very fragile.
Obviously, Zen Master Kurong was confused. He had no intention of fighting anymore. He left a Buddha's name and left in a hurry.
Monk Yudou was left alone, stunned in place.
He suddenly realized something was wrong.
Not only was this snake demon not as expected, but it was actually very healthy.
He is now in a difficult situation. Unlike Zen Master Kurong who only knows how to practice in seclusion all day long, he is a monk who loves to show off.
If he fails or escapes today, he will become the laughing stock of the entire continent tomorrow!
Grit your teeth, stamp your feet, and hit!
"Look at the bowl!"
Song Heqing also regretted that the old Zen master ran too fast. As a result, the fat monk had already started,
Monk Yudou took out a purple gold bowl and threw it into the sky.
It instantly turned into the size of a small mountain, and a golden glow shone from inside.
The mark on Song Heqing's body actually burned a little painfully.
"What kind of magic weapon can actually hurt me?"
He opened his mouth, spit out an umbrella, and opened it. The map of mountains and rivers painted on it flowed and floated, blocking the golden light.
This umbrella was the equipment that exploded after the old man was swallowed.
Even the monks in the transformation stage are poor, and they still have a lot of treasures in their hands.
With defensive weapons, Song Heqing naturally moved forward without hesitation and came directly to Monk Yudou against the light.
Just shoot him.
Of course, it's not that easy to stab.
The fat monk took out a ring knife and blocked his attack.
When they saw the knife, all the surrounding monks, including Song Heqing, who were secretly observing or present at the scene, were frightened.
What kind of knife is this? His whole body was bright red, as if he had drunk enough blood, exuding a strong blood evil aura.
"How could Ancestor have such a weapon?"
"This demonic energy is..."
The disciples on the flying boat all murmured when they saw it.
They didn't expect that their usually kind-hearted ancestor would actually have such a weapon.
It looks really scary.
Song Heqing raised his eyebrows:
"It turns out it was him again."
The other monks didn't know who "he" was, but that didn't stop everyone from guessing that someone was behind this matter.
It's really intriguing.
Monk Yudou was right and became angry. He raised his knife and struck at Song Heqing.
You can smell blood in the wind blowing above.
"You also said that you are a member of the Buddhist sect. The Tantric sect arrested mortal men and women to make weapons, but you, an old man, colluded with the demons. What is your intention?"
Song Heqing resisted calmly and spoke to stimulate him at the same time.
Unexpectedly, this umbrella was very effective. When the Blood Ring Knife was struck on it, nothing happened.
If the old man in the transformation stage had taken out this umbrella first to resist, he probably could have lasted a few more rounds.
Song Heqing is now cheaper.
Monk Yudou was always good at face, but under the influence of the demonic energy, his mind was even more confused. Although his combat power soared, he also became manic.
"Fairy, don't mess with my mind!"
He even lost his sword skills and just hacked randomly.
Song Heqing gave it a try and threw the gun forward, but the fat monk easily dodged it.
He smiled evilly and said:
"Hehehe, just because of this... um..."
He looked down at his Tanzhong point, where a short arrow had just penetrated.
"How's it going? How does the Soul Soul Arrow taste? I have to thank the last diner for giving it to me for free."
I have to say that concealed weapons are still easy to use.
Song Heqing stepped forward, took away the Blood Ring Knife, and tied up Monk Yudou.
He raised his blood ring knife and said to the monks in the flying boat:
"This is evidence of communication with the demon world. Do you still want to fight?"
"this……"
Now everyone is hesitant.
In ancient times, human monks set rules that colluding with demons was shameful to all living beings.
Nowadays, there are blatant violators in Buddhism.
If the Taoist sect gets caught, it might not end well, not to mention that the Hehuan Sect is also a Taoist sect.
But the Tantric Sect was destroyed and the people who mobilized troops came all the way here. Is it possible that they would go back in such a dejected state?
At this moment, the thrown spear spun back and passed by the head of the leading monk.
Cold sweat rolled down his ears.
Madhu, a group of people fight against one Avatar? What a joke!
"Amitabha, the donor is destined to be my Buddha. What happened today is really a misunderstanding..."
I have to say that Buddhism's eloquence is good, but in the end they were able to get over it.
Watching the flying boat team leave, Song Heqing's face darkened:
"9527, can I kill the protagonist Gong?"
