tumultuous!
The golden bronze figure transformed from one hundred and seven relics, coupled with Pei Wende's true body, suddenly turned the original Vajra World into a movable Arhat array.
Limited by Pei Wende's own strength, these one hundred and seven golden bronze figures certainly did not reach the level of Dan Chenzi's incarnation.
But in this Vajra Realm composed entirely of Bodhi Buddha's light, they are able to exert a strength that is not inferior to that of any century-old demon.
This is how Pei Wende maximized the use of these one hundred and seven relics after thinking and practicing for such a long time.
Since the relic rosary is no longer perfect, then simply don’t force it to be perfect anymore.
Treating oneself as the 108th relic can not only make up for its shortcomings, but also indirectly strengthen the power of oneself and the relic.
"Now, this is my home court!" x108
Pei Wende's true form, coupled with the simultaneous voices of one hundred and seven golden bronze figures with his appearance, caused a shock far beyond any simple verbal description.
At the very least, Zhou Sheng and the women present had a premonition that something was wrong.
Because if it were just to deal with Zhou Sheng and the others, Pei Wende had plenty of ways to defeat them one by one, and there was no need to go to all the trouble of setting up a formation of one hundred and eight Arhats.
After all, this formation looks grand, but it is actually grand.
But the consumption on Pei Wende was also huge.
The reason why he set up the formation of one hundred and eight Arhats was actually to completely interrupt the ongoing psychic ritual and end this "farce" that should have ended long ago.
boom!
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and only the loud noise spread throughout the foggy world.
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The northern border of the Tang Dynasty, within the territory of the Heichezi tribe.
Wu Jie, the Uighur Khan who was defeated by the Tang Dynasty two years ago, was kneeling on his knees, surrounded by 100,000 soldiers, making sacrifices to an unknown god.
But this time the sacrifice was not the cattle and sheep of the past, but Wu Jie's newly born son.
Moreover, what Wu Jie asked for this time was not adequate food and clothing, strong soldiers and horses, but an even more ridiculous wish.
"Dedicate my son to my heir and kill my old enemy..."
Looking up at the sky, Wusuke looked at the vortex and figure that appeared out of thin air in mid-air, with no concealment of surprise and hatred in his eyes.
Ever since he was invaded from the Northern Territory of the Tang Dynasty two years ago to no avail and was instead driven into the territory of the Black Chezi Clan by the Three Thousand Iron Cavalry of the Tang Dynasty, Wu Jie had had enough of this kind of life of being dependent on others.
Nowadays, even if the answer to his prayer is an evil god, Wusuke is willing to take a gamble.
If he succeeds, he will recruit the Black Chezi clan and then counterattack the Tang Dynasty to realize his long-cherished wish of becoming the "Khan of Heaven".
Even if he failed, it would only be the loss of a son. Wu Jie, who was strong and strong, had many sons under his command.
"Great God! Grant my wish!"
Seeing that the huge whirlpool in the sky had not moved yet, Wusuke, who was impatient, did not dare to show any disrespect at all, but his expression became excited unconsciously.
Just when Wusuke was determined to increase the weight of his "sacrifice", a loud noise suddenly came from the whirlpool.
boom!
It's like thunder from the sky falling from the sky, and like a giant beast holding up the sky and roaring into the world...
This sudden loud noise not only scared the nearby livestock and horses to run in panic, but even the battle-hardened warriors showed frightened expressions.
Some devout believers even knelt down on the spot and prayed to the gods of the grassland for forgiveness.
"this……"
Wusuke, who also didn't expect this scene, opened his eyes wide, but saw that the whirlpool that originally led to depression actually radiated golden light.
Under the illumination of this golden light, a majestic and solemn atmosphere emerged spontaneously.
Faintly, the people present could even hear a calm and powerful scolding, just like a Buddha from above scolding the evil spirits underground.
"Wow!"
The child who was lifted high by Karasuke and closest to the whirlpool suddenly burst into tears.
As if affected by the cry, the scolding and golden light at the other end of the vortex suddenly stopped, as if he was deliberately controlling his power.
It was at this moment that the child felt a warm force gently caressing his body, as if he had returned to his mother's arms.
"Giggle..."
In response to this, the children who did not yet know what all this meant suddenly burst into giggles.
In the eyes of this child, the huge whirlpool in the sky and the blurry figure in the whirlpool disappeared.
In its place was a young man with golden light all over his body, and a look of both anger and compassion between his brows.
"Amitabha!"
It seems to be an ordinary Buddha's name, but also seems to be mixed with the mantra of supreme divine power...
Under the stunned gaze of Wu Jie and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers present, the huge whirlpool in the sky was forcibly closed with the sound of "Amitabha".
Not only that, they even saw a golden palm thrust into the vortex at the last moment before it closed, and forcefully pulled the unknown figure back.
"this……"
Wusuke, who had no idea what was going on, opened his mouth, and his expression changed from the previous enthusiasm to confusion.
The evil god who responded to his prayer... seemed to be dragged back to the "heaven" by the Buddha?
After understanding this, Wusuke couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the ministers behind him. He was about to say something but found that someone had already stood up.
That person was none other than Yi Yinchui, whom Wu Jie personally conferred as the Prime Minister of the country.
"Your Majesty Khan, you have offended the gods."
Yi Yinchu, who looked neither humble nor arrogant, spoke in a low voice.
Then, as if some kind of tacit understanding had been reached, the ministers behind him also stood up in unison.
"What... do you want to do?!"
The expression on his face instantly changed from confusion to panic, and Usuke, who had already had a premonition of something, shouted angrily.
"You want to kill the king?"
"Don't forget, I am the 'Khan' canonized by God, no one can kill me!"
"Quickly, kill these rebellious officials and traitors for me!"
Usuke, overwhelmed by anger, turned around and gave orders to his own soldiers, but what he received in response was only a deathly silence.
"Your Majesty, it is not us who want to kill you, but the gods."
His eyes briefly paused on the child in Wu Jie's hand, and then he saw Yi Yinchu suddenly pull out the long sword from his waist, then stepped forward and stabbed Wu Jie in the chest.
"From today on, you will no longer be our Khan."
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