The sound of reading loudly echoed throughout the beautiful land.
This is the place where the Holy Clan of the Han family studies, and it is also the Confucian paradise of Han Changli, the leader of the Holy Church.
In this world, talent is still important, but hard work also has incredible power.
A semi-sage once commented that if you study here diligently, your potential will increase by at least 30%.
In other words, a talent that originally stopped at the fourth level can now have a future as a third-level scholar.
This is the magical effect of "diligence and hard work".
In this world of Confucianism, Han Changli’s sage question is engraved: How to enter school?
And the answer is this rule of the world of Confucianism——
There are roads in the mountain of books, and hard work is the path; there is no limit to the sea of learning, and hard work is the boat!
In the previous dynasty, there were two semi-sages, Sun Jing and Su Qin, who evolved the magical powers "Head Suspended Beam" and "Conical Thorn" to enhance the potential of human Confucian scholars. However, Han Changli was the one who turned this improvement rule into the world of Confucianism. Belongs to the first person.
At the time of the canonization and opening of Jinxiu, the scholar Yan Qingchen personally wrote the "Encourage Learning" of the Holy Way, and Fang Tiandi acted as a guard for this purpose——
"The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock. It's the time when men are studying."
"Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early; white-haired people regret studying late."
At this moment, Han Changli was reading the first few chapters of "Journey to the West" bound in a volume under the ginkgo tree. Suddenly he felt something in his heart. He closed the page and looked forward.
The space that Han Changli was looking at was distorted, and then a figure walked out of it.
"Wenchang is here..." Han Changli said with a faint smile. The figure also solidified, and the holy power in his body swayed slightly, and then he restrained himself.
"I've met the teacher." The half-saint named Wenchang saluted, and listened to the sound of reading in his ears, and smiled lightly, "I haven't been to the teacher's hardworking world for a long time. Listening to the sound of these children reading, it reminds me of the past. .”
"What's the past?" Han Changli motioned the other person to sit down and said with a smile, "Is it because you studied too hard in this saint's world and didn't return for ten years? When you went out, you found that your beloved woman was already married?"
The semi-sage opposite also smiled helplessly when he heard this: "Teacher, please don't mention this matter again."
Han Changli became interested and added: "You are the one who said not to mention it, and you are the one who wrote the poem."
"Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing we could meet again before we were married..."
"People who don't know, would think that my hard-working world is like a tiger and a wolf!"
"Don't think that because you use a woman's tone, your teacher doesn't know that you wrote this poem back then."
Zhang Wenchang quickly stood up and saluted: "Teacher, my disciple admits his mistake."
After teasing the always upright disciple, Han Changli stopped talking and asked about the business: "What does Mr. Xiyi say about Mr. Chen's plan?"
When business was brought up, Zhang Wenchang looked solemn and said seriously: "Mr. Xiyi said that this plan is feasible, and the Taoist Palace will follow the steps of the Holy Church!"
Hearing this, Han Changli nodded: "Boss Chen has already found the hiding place of the great Bodhisattva in charge. It should be launched in the next few days. You stay with me."
"Yes!" Zhang Wenchang responded, but his brows still frowned unconsciously.
Naturally, such a small move cannot escape Han Changli's eyes. It is said that a son knows better than his father. As a master, even if the other person has been canonized, Han Changli still knows the other person's thoughts.
"Do you think Mr. Chen's plan is too childish and full of loopholes?"
"You also think that the great Bodhisattva in charge is really stupid and unworthy of his attainment?"
Zhang Wenchang nodded and said, "I do have this doubt."
"Besides, since the great Bodhisattva in charge can be responsible for such a plan and has been lurking for so long without being discovered, he must have a deep scheming mind. How could Chen Luo leak so many flaws in just a few words!"
"You..." Han Changli reached out and tapped Zhang Wenchang, sighing: "You are too honest, and this Confucian sect has not grasped even half of the delicate thoughts."
"At this point, Mr. Chen, don't think that his martial arts is colorful, but his heart is really dark."
Speaking of this, Han Changli also smiled and then continued, "Don't put yourself in place of others."
"There are two core reasons why Mr. Chen can deceive the great Bodhisattva in charge."
"First, things in the Netherworld cannot be known in the human world. This is already a truth recognized by the world. Although this plan originated in the human world, it ended in the Netherworld. No matter how much speculation the world has, it will not be able to find the beginning or end."
"The second is the Buddha's bone relic. The Buddhists in the Western Regions spent a lot of money to refine the communication talisman with the Buddha's bone relic, originally for safety. It also refined the unique bloodline in the world for the Jinyue. To be honest, let me see , and there is absolutely no reason for anything to happen.”
"Although martial arts has information about the transformation of blood bodies into magical powers, the level is still too low for a great Bodhisattva. Apart from Chen Xiaozi, only Adamo has entered Seven Thousand Miles, so naturally there will be less attention."
"You have to see through the news about Mr. Chen going back and forth to the Netherworld and his blood transformation at the same time, so that you can barely connect the dots together."
Seeing that Zhang Wenchang wanted to say more, Han Changli raised his hand and interrupted: "This is an internal cause, as well as an external cause."
"First of all, Mr. Chen used the three major forces Wen Yunsun, Bai Yanyan, and King Qilin to attack at the same time. If you don't know the hidden identity behind Mr. Chen, how can you associate them with each other?"
"Secondly, the bloodline tide is coming. At this time, the role of Jinyue becomes more and more important. In a hurry, I also suspect that there are many traitors in the Buddhist sects in the Western Regions, so naturally I will be a little confused. This sage often says that you need to be calm during major events. That’s the truth.”
"Finally, you and I both know the origin of Buddhism in the Western Regions. It was originally infected by demonic energy and occupied the ancient Buddhism's ten thousand-mile avenue to the sky."
"A bunch of guys with gold-plated bodies and hollow bellies. The higher their cultivation level, the deeper the influence of demonic energy. How can they compare with the immeasurable enlightenment of the true Buddha?"
"Calculating it this way, you will find that although Chen Xiaozi's plan is simple, it is effective."
"When we look at mountains, we think, 'It's beautiful when the water shines brightly, but it's also strange when the mountains are empty and covered with rain.' But when the great Bodhisattva looked at mountains, we thought, 'You don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because you're in this mountain'!"
Hearing Han Changli's explanation, Zhang Wenchang sighed: "The younger generation is scary."
After saying that, he stood up and saluted Han Changli and said, "Thank you, teacher, for clearing up the confusion."
"You have a simple mind. Don't delve too much into these schemings, lest they affect the holy way." Han Changli waved his hands and said, "Next, it's time for the second step of Chen Xiaozi's three-step plan."
Zhang Wenchang stood up straight and said with a smile: "Disciple understands."
"The next step is: Entering the circle of thousands of mountains, one mountain releases a mountain block."
…
Daxuan, Lin'an.
Ye Dafu held the teapot and stood obediently in the corner.
Chen Luo, who was tired of work, did not expect that Yan Baichuan actually helped him contact the three semi-saints.
"Thank you for your hard work, seniors." Chen Luo bowed and saluted. The three half-saints waved their hands slightly and looked at Chen Luo curiously.
"No need to be polite, Marquis Wu, this is also for our human race's grand plan. It is us saints who should thank you." The leader, a middle-aged half-sage, smiled.
He looks a little thin, but more elegant. If you look at him carefully, you will feel that he is real and illusory, as if he is in a painting.
"Exactly, it's just that I asked Marquis Wu to come here to meet me because it was inconvenient for me to go to the Southern Wilderness. If this plan succeeds, the merits will be immeasurable." The other half-saint who looked younger also smiled slightly.
"Don't be polite, they are all members of the family!" The fat prince in the royal robe laughed and glared at Ye Dafu, "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Come and pour tea!"
"Hey, Grandpa!" Ye Dafu was agitated by the roar, and quickly stepped forward to pour tea, and looked at Chen Luo helplessly.
Chen Luo shrugged and said he was helpless.
"Wu Hou, the hall master has informed us of your plan." The middle-aged half-sage said, "Since we already have the specific location of the great Bodhisattva, with it as the core, I have no problem drawing the eight hundred miles of heaven and earth. .”
"It's just that I have never seen the bloodline tide, so I may have made some mistakes."
Before Chen Luo could speak, King Lao Jing said quickly: "That's why I called this king here too."
"Zhang Zhengdao, don't worry about painting. I have seen the bloodline tide, and I will tell you where you need to adjust it."
"It's all thanks to King Jing." Zhang Zhengdao nodded, "Let me first open my eyes to the world and explore the terrain of that area."
After saying that, Zhang Zhengdao sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. A holy power radiated from his body. Chen Luo felt that something in the sky was related to Zhang Zhengdao in front of him.
At this time, another half-sage smiled lightly and said: "Brother Zhengdao is responsible for the eight hundred miles core, and this saint will draw the thousand-mile mountains and rivers eight hundred miles away."
King Lao Jing looked at the other party and said with some hesitation: "Wang Ximeng, the purpose of painting a thousand miles outside is to block the perception of the surroundings to prevent anyone from tipping off the news, which is of great significance. Your time for being a saint is still short, do you need to call another semi-saint to help? "
When Wang Ximeng heard what Old King Jing said, he was not dissatisfied. Instead, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, King Jing. I traveled to the Southern Wilderness in my early years and blended thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into my paintings. Now I can paint thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and within half a stick of incense, I can definitely cut them off." Internal and external connections.”
After hearing this, King Lao Jing nodded and looked at Chen Luo. Chen Luo smiled faintly, cupped his hands at Wang Ximeng and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ximeng."
Chen Luo didn't know that King Lao Jing said this, obviously he was talking about Wang Ximeng, but he was actually talking about it to Chen Luo.
Immediately, Wang Ximeng took the lead in writing, painting the mountains and rivers on the long scroll. After a while, Zhang Zhengdao also opened his eyes and took out the brush.
For a moment, the holy power rippled in the secret room, and the only sound that could be heard was the brush of a paintbrush.
…
An hour later, Zhang Zhengdao took the lead in writing and handed the eight-hundred-mile bloodline tide chart to Old King Jing and Chen Luo. Old King Jing took the picture, frowned, and shook his head slightly.
"The clouds of luck stack up, and the forces of heaven and earth are eighty similar, but there is still something missing."
Zhang Zhengdao looked serious: "What else is missing?"
"In this cloud of luck, the blood of the demon clan must be looming, so that the charm of the demon clan's bloodline can be revealed."
Zhang Zhengdao frowned: "But the blood shadow of the demon clan involves the source of blood and cannot be imitated. If it is written down, it will be easier to see through..."
At this moment, Chen Luo said weakly: "I have it!"
Zhang Zhengdao looked at Chen Luo. Chen Luo thought, and a picture scroll flew out from his forehead and landed in front of Zhang Zhengdao. There were five big characters written on the picture scroll: Baize's Ghost Picture!
"The illustrations are not complete yet, but we should be able to make do with them, right?" Chen Luo asked.
Zhang Zhengdao was stunned for a moment, his mind swept over the painting of Bai Ze's ghosts, and a joyful expression suddenly appeared on his face: "It's available, it's available! Little friend, wait a moment, I will temporarily integrate the painting of Bai Ze's ghosts into this painting."
"When I take this painting back, the Baize Spiritual Monster Picture will be separated. My little friend, you don't have to worry about missing this bloodline magical power."
"Wait a minute..." Old King Jing continued, "Besides the blood shadow, there are a few other things missing."
After saying that, King Lao Jing frowned, thought for a long time, and said: "Blood luck will inevitably lead to essence and blood induction. We can't forge such a rule, but if we use essence and blood to make ink, we can have the same effect. Effect."
Zhang Zhengdao shook his head: "That requires a lot of blood essence, and this requires the Holy Temple..."
"I do!" Chen Luo said softly.
Zhang Zhengdao shook his head slightly: "Little friend, this blood essence requires a huge amount, I'm afraid..."
Chen Luo waved his hand, and instantly there were bottles and jars in front of him, exuding rich blood energy.
"Are these enough?" Chen Luo asked.
Old King Jing felt the scent of blood essence emanating from the bottles and jars, and frowned slightly.
grass!
Aren't you trying to be your demon clan's teacher and establish a kind and charitable persona? Where do you get so much high-quality blood essence?
"Um... my martial arts skills are poor, so I saved a little more." Chen Luo explained in a low voice, joking, since he has so many alliance leaders in Fangcun Mountain, and he is the young master of the Qilin Domain, when will he be short of essence and blood?
"Eight hundred miles is enough." Zhang Zhengdao made a rough estimate and nodded, his blood boiling in his heart.
Essence and blood are used as ink, and the painting can be made eight hundred miles away!
He is a semi-saint and has never fought such a wealthy battle!
It's not that he can't collect these, it's mainly because as a half-saint, he is watched too closely.
"Wait!" Old King Jing said again, "There is still something missing!"
"What's missing?" Zhang Zhengdao didn't panic at this time and asked calmly.
"The prehistoric spirit..."
"I have it!" Chen Luo looked at Old King Jing, you said it while staring at me.
Taking out a few crystals of ancient Qi, Chen Luo looked at Old King Jing: "Grandpa Ye, tell me what else is missing."
King Lao Jing was also a little embarrassed, but he still said: "According to common sense, these are enough."
"But this bloodline tide is quite large. We know this, and the Buddhists in the Western Regions probably also know this."
"So if you want to hide it from them, you need a powerful bloodline to be in charge!"
King Lao Jing and Zhang Zhengdao looked at Chen Luo, and even Wang Ximeng looked over curiously.
Chen Luo lived up to expectations and nodded: "I have..."
King Lao Jing: I know you have it, so hurry up and give it a drop of Bai Ze’s essence and blood...
"Emperor Demon Qilin, is that okay?" Chen Luo asked innocently.
King Lao Jing:?
Zhang Zhengdao:?
Wang Ximeng:?
This answer is not written in the information.
When did you get the bloodline of the Emperor Demon Qilin?
Hasn’t the unicorn been extinct for two thousand years?
Isn’t that your Hidden Qilin bloodline?
grass!
Look at what you took out!
Eight hundred miles of demon blood essence, the prehistoric energy condensed into crystal stones, and the breath of blood of the emperor demon Qilin.
These things can be used to hire two or three ancestral demons to attack the great Bodhisattva in charge.
What a luxury!
Are you only seven thousand miles away?
With such a Taoist master, will martial arts be poor?
No wonder there are recent rumors among the people: The poor in literature and the rich in martial arts...
Looking at the eyes of the Three Saints, Chen Luo coughed dryly, thought of something, and said, "By the way, there is one thing missing."
King Lao Jing was stunned: "What?"
Chen Luo grinned: "Atmosphere!"
King Lao Jing narrowed his eyes and had a bad feeling in his heart.
…
While Chen Luo and the other half-sages were forging the bloodline tide, Boya Bodhisattva could not sit still.
There is always a feeling that something bad is going to happen.
When he has reached this stage of cultivation, he will still have some sense of the future.
"Did Jin Yue have an accident?" Boya Bodhisattva's heart moved. Counting on it, the last time Jin Yue contacted him was one day ago.
The last information was that he was being targeted by Gantang from the Qilin Domain. What would happen to him?
It's all his own fault, why did he let him go to Qilin Domain?
well……
He told his position, and so far there has been no abnormality. It seems that he had indeed misunderstood Jin Yue before.
It's all a coincidence!
"No, we must ensure the safety of Jinyue!" Boya Bodhisattva thought for a while, took out the Buddha's bone relic, and left a message: "Foding, please reply when you see it."
"Tell me your location and I will go find you personally."
"Before the tide of blood, you will be with me, and I will definitely keep you safe!"
"Remember, come back soon when you see it."
"I'm waiting for you!"
…
Two days later.
"I love you walking alone in dark alleys, I love your cheap look, I love you who have persisted through despair and refused to cry..."
"To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night..."
Chen Luo was sitting in a hill hundreds of miles away from the Great Bodhisattva in Charge, roasting game and humming a song. At this moment, a loud thundering sound suddenly came from the sky.
Immediately, cyan righteousness almost filled the Southern Wilderness sky, and a voice sounded like thunder——
"Wolf Slaughter, come and fight!"
…
King Lao Jing stood in mid-air at the junction of Daxuan and Nanhuang, and the power of the Semi-Saint was suddenly released.
Chen Luo asked him to find an ancestral demon of the demon clan and roar at random, and he naturally thought of the wolf-killing ancestral demon that came to attack him before.
Soon, in the southern wilderness, a stream of blood energy also rose into the sky, and a wolf head shadow slowly condensed, letting out a wolf howl: "Ye Lai, the tide is coming, don't rush to fight!"
"Bah! If you're scared, just say so and I'll let you go." Old King Jing spat and launched an attack casually.
"Ye Lai, you are looking for death!" Lang Lu waved his hand to fight off Old King Jing's attack. The Ancestral Star in the sky shone brightly, and blood flowed across the sky. Just as he was about to fight, he was suddenly stunned.
King Lao Jing ran away!
"Ye Lai!" Lang Lu was about to chase after him, but suddenly his ears twitched, as if he had received some news, and he stopped.
But before Lang Lu could understand what Old King Jing meant by this move, evil spirits were everywhere in the Southern Wasteland.
…
Qingqiu, peach blossom forest.
Bai Yanyan frowned, looked at the great saints in the peach blossom forest who were trying their best to spread their momentum, and sighed: "Try harder!"
"Build up your momentum."
…
Yuyuan, Yushan.
The Holy Lord of the Snake Clan looked at the jade slip in his hand and frowned: "When a human half-saint crosses the border, will he release the power of the great saint?"
"What does Master Baishan want to do?"
Although he had doubts in his heart, the Snake Tribe Holy Lord still nodded, just showing off his momentum, it didn't matter.
"Let go!" The Snake Clan Saint Lord gave the order, and all the Snake Clan Saints on the Yushan Mountain were so demonic that they soared to the sky!
…
Junji Country, Junji Mountain.
"Have you seen the requirements of Lord Baishan..."
"He wants to see if the momentum of my ape clan is worthy of the title of Monkey King."
"Let me show off your momentum. I, the ape clan, are as powerful as the sky!"
"The time has come for the Bloodline and the Monkey King to test us!"
Suddenly, the demonic energy in the entire Junji Kingdom seemed to have condensed into substance, breaking through the sky.
…
Davari.
The Bear Clan Saint Lord sensed the sudden surge of blood in Nanhuang and nodded.
"Let them see the momentum of my bear clan!"
"yes!"
…
Kirin Domain.
"Damn it, you can't be timid with your momentum!"
"Let them find out who is the leader in Nanhuang!"
"Qilin Beast Blood Formation, arrangements!"
"Give me all the pressure!"
"I, Qilin Domain, have nothing to do!"
…
Colorful fairyland.
"What happened to those monsters?"
"What kind of momentum does Hao Duanduan put on?"
"Did something happen that we don't know about?"
"Forget it, it's just a matter of letting go of your momentum, and you won't suffer any loss. Send the order, the Great Sage or above, release your coercive momentum!"
…
Weihu Mountain.
Feng Nanzhi: "Boring!"
…
"Hmm...Why are those monsters I didn't say hello come to join in the fun?" Chen Luo sensed the atmosphere in Southern Wilderness at this time, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face.
But what the hell!
The more atmosphere groups the better.
Blood is flowing all over the Southern Wilderness, and the atmosphere is in place!
Immediately, Chen Luo took out two scrolls, which exuded a touch of holy power. One of them was "A Thousand Miles of Southern Wilderness". As soon as Chen Luo let go, the scroll flew away on its own, and then unfolded in the air. The pictures in the scroll seemed to fly out of the picture, and then turned into points of light, heading towards Drifting around.
Chen Luo's eyes blurred, and he always felt as if something had changed in the world, but nothing had changed.
But then, Chen Luo opened another scroll. As soon as this scroll was opened, the picture in the painting immediately turned into light and shot into the air, leaving only a blank scroll.
After doing all this, Chen Luo used his blood body to transform into supernatural powers and transformed into Jin Yue again.
At the same time, feeling Jin Yue's bloodline aura, the Buddha's bone relics began to vibrate again.
"Foding, are you okay?" came the urgent greeting from the great Bodhisattva in charge.
Chen Luorang's mind swayed for a moment before replying: "Nine... a narrow escape from death."
"Great Bodhisattva, I come to you now!"
The message from the Great Bodhisattva immediately came from the opposite side: "No, where are you? I'm going to find you? I sensed a sudden surge of momentum in Southern Wilderness. There was a confrontation between the Semi-Saint and the Ancestral Demon before. Something big may have happened."
"A big deal? Could it be..." Chen Luo looked up at the sky, paused for a moment, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when an obvious red blood line appeared in the sky.
That painting worked.
"Great Bodhisattva, look at the sky!"
"The bloodline tide is coming!"
…
The Great Bodhisattva who was in the sealing formation was moved when he saw Chen Luo's reply.
coming?
It seems a little early, right?
However, he immediately suppressed the sealing formation that blocked his traces, flashed out of the cave where he was hiding, raised his head, and saw a line of blood in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the blood lines turned into blood-colored clouds, layer upon layer, like a wave, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
The great Bodhisattva frowned slightly, as the matter was serious, he decided to observe it for a while longer.
At this time, faint blood shadows of the ancestor demons appeared in the clouds, one, two, three... In the blink of an eye, the blood shadows of the sources of various bloodlines filled the eyes.
At this moment, the Great Bodhisattva sensed a faint barbaric aura emanating from the clouds.
"It's the bloodline tide!" The Great Bodhisattva waved his hand, and a monster was thrown out of the Buddhist kingdom. He pointed at the sky and asked, "Can you sense the power of bloodline?"
The demon clan stared blankly at the sky, and suddenly shouted, his momentum rising slightly.
"It's true!" The Great Bodhisattva in Charge was startled, and then he heard a roar of a beast. The Great Bodhisattva's eyes flashed with golden light, and he opened his Buddhist eyes and found that something seemed to be coming out from deep in the blood-colored clouds.
"The aura of the emperor demon...that's right, it's the blood aura that White Lotus Tathagata said!" The great Bodhisattva knew it in his heart.
No wonder the momentum of Southern Wilderness suddenly changed. It turned out that the bloodline tide had started.
Although it is a little earlier than expected, no one can set an accurate time for this kind of thing.
"Time! The key is to seize time!" A thought immediately flashed through the mind of the great Bodhisattva. He picked up the Buddha's bone relic and shouted, "Foding, stay where you are, I am about to start the formation."
Then, the great Bodhisattva took out a seed from the storage order and threw it directly on the ground. Then, the seed took root and sprouted, and a white lotus grew.
…
At the same time, somewhere in the southern wilderness, a first-grade great saint suddenly opened his eyes from meditating.
His heart moved slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, a cyan porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.
At this time, the porcelain bottle shook slightly.
"Has the Great Bodhisattva started the formation?"
"Huh? Why is the Southern Wasteland so chaotic? The bloodline tide is coming?"
He took out the Buddha's bone relic and sent an inquiry, but was blocked by Wang Ximeng's thousands of miles of drawings, and the message was destined to not receive a reply.
"No, the Great Bodhisattva has already launched the formation. I can't do anything bad here!" The first-grade great sage gritted his teeth and forced a drop of blood to fall on the porcelain bottle. Immediately, the seal of the porcelain bottle was untied, and a vast death energy from the underworld shot into the sky. rise.
…
Netherworld, White Lotus Pure Land.
At this time, the bell sounded loudly, almost resounding throughout the entire White Lotus Pure Land.
A great Bodhisattva sat high on the white lotus, looking at the other great Bodhisattvas and Bodhisattvas below, looking at the white lotus that had just bloomed in his hand, and said with a loud thunderous voice——
"The bloodline tide I have been planning for a long time is here!"
"When the formation opens, the two realms are connected, and all Buddhist disciples will plunder the bloodline, tide, and luck!"
"This formation only has five breaths, so be sure to suck them all into the Netherworld!"
"When the time comes, the road to reincarnation will lead directly to the Netherworld, and the battle in the Netherworld can be won in a matter of seconds!"
All the Buddhist disciples saluted together and chanted: "I will obey the Lord Buddha's will."
…
One way, two ways, three ways... four ways.
Chen Luo looked at the death energy of the netherworld in the sky. It was only then that the ancestral demon realized that something was wrong, and they all cast wary glances at the netherworld.
But the ghostly death energy quickly connected with each other, forming a huge circle that almost covered half of the southern wasteland. At this moment, in the circle, golden light flashed, and from the golden light, a white lotus bloomed.
Then, the white lotus fell, the golden light dispersed, and another world appeared within the circle.
It was a magnificent country, with Buddhist sutras and Zen chanting faintly.
"Netherworld! It's Buddhism in the Western Region!" Ancestor Demon exclaimed.
"What are they going to do!"
"What's going on? How do they communicate between the two worlds!"
At this time, a Buddha's voice came from the circle: "Thousands of years of planning will finally lead to today. The tide of blood is destined to be with my Buddha..."
"Bodhisattvas, move... huh?" The tone suddenly changed.
What about bloodline tides? What about Southern Wasteland’s luck?
Chen Luo, who had already been hiding for a long time, looked at the huge circle in the sky made of ghostly death energy and said lightly——
"Second Battalion Commander, pull out my Italian cannon..."
As soon as Chen Luo finished speaking, two points of light, one green and one purple, flashed high in the sky.
The two green and purple light spots instantly grew larger and turned into two magnificent buildings.
Holy church! Dao Palace!
Just as the ancestral demons of the Southern Wilderness appeared one after another, several more ancestral demon stars rose into the sky and landed around the temple and Taoist palace.
The ancestral demon of the Qingqiu Kingdom, the ancestral demon of the Junji Kingdom, the ancestral demon of the Yuyuan Kingdom, the ancestral demon of the Qingniu Clan, the ancestral demon of the Sheep Clan...
At this time, the voices of the Master of the Holy Church and the Master of the Dao Palace sounded at the same time——
"Don't disturb the Southern Wilderness, we are here specifically for Buddhism in the Western Regions!"
At the same time as the words rang out, many half-saints in the temple, many Taoists in the Dao Palace, and the Southern Wilderness Ancestral Demon who knew the inside story launched their strongest attacks at the circle at the same time!
On weekdays, the two worlds are separated, and there has never been such a good attack environment.
It was the White Lotus Pure Land that took the initiative to connect the two realms, even shutting down all basic barrier formations in order to quickly snatch luck.
This is a big death!
He actually drew a target for himself!
"Trap! I've fallen into a trap!" At this moment, the great Bodhisattva in charge suddenly reacted. He picked up the Buddha's bone relic and roared, "Jin Yue! You betrayed us!"
However, he was destined to get no response.
The holy church, Taoist palace, and ancestral demon stars jointly launched green, purple, and red attacks, entangled with each other, and shot directly into the circle.
At this time, you can only hear the originally magnificent thunder in the circle shouting: "Block it! Block it quickly!"
However, this is a joint attack from the Holy Temple, Taoist Palace, and many ancestral demons!
Almost in the blink of an eye, the attack crossed the two realms, broke through a layer of barely erected defenses, and landed on the White Lotus Pure Land. It instantly caused a huge explosion and a cloud that looked like a mushroom rose up.
Han Changli's voice sounded again in the church: "There are still three breaths left, come again!"
Green, purple, and red, the three-color attack once again shot towards the White Lotus Pure Land behind the circle.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" The hysterical shouts of Lord White Lotus echoed in the White Lotus Pure Land.
"Second breath!" Han Changli's voice came up again.
This time, several more ancestral demon stars rose to join the attack.
"One breath!"
Once again, a new ancestral star rose to seize this final blow.
After four strikes, the circle exploded into pieces, and there was no more Netherworld or White Lotus Pure Land.
Only the broken cracks left in the space witnessed the ferocious attack just now.
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Netherworld.
Fengdu.
Although thousands of miles away, Emperor Lin still saw attacks falling on the White Lotus Pure Land.
"Your Majesty, Wang Jia's plan has been successful!" Shangguan Wan'er lost her usual reserve and cheered, like an innocent girl.
"Well..." Emperor Lin also nodded with a smile, "The Great Way of Reincarnation will go back three hundred years. The power of the White Lotus Pure Land will be reduced by at least 20%!"
"Pass the decree, the Jiedu King of the Ten Directions, the whole army will attack Bailian!"
"Yes!" Shangguan Wan'er accepted the order, turned and left.
Lin Huang was still looking in the direction of the White Lotus Pure Land and murmured: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars are like rain..."
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