Chapter 1715: Eternal Buddha Kingdom
Compared to Yuntian, Monk Qingyi’s strength is not even one-tenth of his. Although Su Han has not been promoted to a saint, he has eight kinds of saint authority and has the bonus of the purple magic pupil. Monk Qingyi, the saint had almost no power to fight back, so
Was dragged into the sea of bitterness.
But entering the sea of bitterness does not mean death.
The power in Su Han's body was continuously absorbed by the sea of bitterness and used to suppress Monk Qingyi, and Monk Qingyi was really standing on the endless sea of suffering at the moment with a dull expression.
"This is where?"
Monk Qingyi was dumbfounded.
He recalled Su Han's words just now, his face gradually showed a touch of surprise.
sea of bitterness?
This is what the Buddhism said?
But how could a Taoist priest of the other party drag him into the sea of suffering?
"Is it some kind of illusion? Huh!"
Monk Qingyi let out a cold snort, put his hands together, and a ray of Buddha light bloomed from his body.
The next moment, a spray came over.
Not only did he extinguish his Buddha's light, but also melted his flesh and blood a little, and then, Monk Qingyi felt a heartache.
This kind of pain seems to have a direct effect on his soul!
"I don't believe it, I can't break your Taoism."
Monk Qingyi gritted his teeth, where there was the slightest Buddha's intent on his face, just like a man in the market.
...
"Everyone, Monk Qingyi has gone to practice in the sea of suffering, and the poor Dao has something to do, so let's leave first."
Su Han smiled, rose through the air, landed on the head of the Sun-Swallowing Dapeng, and disappeared into the sky as a golden light.
"Father, Qing Yi Zhang, this is..."
Listening to the quiet bored dumbfounded.
A solemn look appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and the other monks stared at each other.
They couldn't see it yet. When Monk Qingyi was fighting the opponent, he failed in a mess, and finally was imprisoned.
All hardship cultivation practices are fake.
"Everyone, go and send a message."
The middle-aged man looked at the other monks in Jiyuan Temple and said with a wry smile.
The temples of the Lie Buddha are more or less related from small to large, and have a certain heritage in them.
The meaning of middle-aged people is to let these monks go to the temple above to report as soon as possible, and let the strong above come forward.
When the monks of Jiyuan Temple heard this, they left in a hurry, their expressions extremely solemn.
Eternal Buddha Kingdom.
The place of pilgrimage for the Nailie Buddha tribe. Here, there are Buddhas, sons, and emperors. Almost the strongest buddhas are here.
The young talents of the Lie Buddha tribe also regard the eternal Buddha kingdom as their lifelong goal. If they can be given the title of Buddha here and promoted to the Buddha, the glory will shine on future generations for thousands of years!
The Eternal Buddha Kingdom has a total of ninety-nine or eighty-one temples, one temple is one city, shining trillions of creatures.
The abbots of the first twelve temples are all powerful at the level of saint masters, and each temple is comparable to some ordinary saints.
This is also the reason why the Liefo tribe can be regarded as the head of the ten saints in the Longyuan Tribe.
There are too many strong people.
In addition, although the abbots of the remaining sixty-nine temples are not the holy lord, as long as they are in the temples, they can also temporarily have the means of the holy lord through special Dharma.
Kaye Temple is the first of the twelve, and is guarded by the remaining eleven temples. There are 69 temples on the outside, which occupy the eternal Buddha kingdom.
Nanhua walked on the streets of Kaye Temple, and wherever he passed, countless lights fell on him. These eyes were full of doubt, cynicism, anger, and ridicule.
With a faint smile on Nanhua's face, she walked slowly to the main gate of Kaye Temple without being angry.
Behind him, there were many martial artists of the Lie Buddha tribe, young talents, and many martial arts masters from other races.
Their purpose is very simple. They want to see with their own eyes how Nanhua challenged the strongest Buddha of the Buddha Clan, Guangmiao.
The Guangmiao sacred monk is the youngest sage in the Lie Buddha family and the youngest Buddha. According to his status and cultivation level, he should have been sent to one of the 69 temples as abbot and in charge of power.
But he always refused, willing to stay in the Kaye Temple and devote himself to cultivating Buddha, and he rarely even set foot in the world.
The young people of the Buddha Clan take the Guangmiao monk as an example, and hope that one day, like him, become the leader of the younger generation and become the most famous Buddha in the Buddha Clan!
"Nanhua, I advise you to leave the Buddha Clan, and don't run into the Buddhist Holy Land."
A great sage saw Nanhua stop in front of Kaye Temple and couldn't help but speak.
"I'm on the road of depriving luck. If I don't die, I won't retreat."
Nanhua said indifferently. After he said, he hugged his fist towards Kaye Temple: "Human Nanhua, come today to challenge the Guangmiao monk of Kaye Temple."
"You really dare to challenge Guangmiao **** monk!"
"Why is Guangmiao the monk accepting your challenge? If you don't focus on cultivation, what kind of road do you take?"
"I just want to use the power of the Buddha Clan to improve the luck of my human race. Such thoughts are really vicious."
"Last time, he shouldn't have let him go alive."
The fierce Buddha clan began to curse.
To change to the rest, their reaction may not have been so great.
The key is that Nanhua had already walked the road of winning luck. The Buddha of the Lie Buddha at that time was defeated by him and passed away in a short time.
Kaye Temple said that the Buddha had a mental problem and passed away on his own, but the people of the Lie Buddha tribe thought that Nanhua had injured the Buddha too badly and passed away.
In this way, these Buddha tribes hated Nanhua to their bones. This time they learned that Nanhua had come to the Buddha tribe and regained their luck. The countless Buddha tribes just cursed the last sentence and uttered their evil spirits, and they had to rush all the way. To Kaye Temple.
Nanhua didn't make any statement about the insults from the people, but quietly looked at the Kaye Temple.
After about Mozhancha Kungfu, Kaye Temple slowly opened, and a little monk in gray clothed with a broom came out and said to Nanhua:
"The God Monk Guangmiao is in retreat. It will take about a month to get out. Please come back, please."
"Then I will wait for him for a month."
Nanhua smiled.
"random."
The little grey-clothed monk snorted coldly and turned back to Kaye Temple with a broomstick.
Bang, the door was closed tightly.
"You go, Guangmiao sacred monk doesn't bother to care about you."
"Practice hard and get promoted to the Holy Master, your human luck will naturally increase. Why did you choose to take such a shortcut, alas..."
"In this world, there are no short cuts. The Liefo tribe has the current fortune, and the ancestors of the Liefo tribe have worked hard.
If you plan to borrow the luck of the Lie Buddha like this, you still need to shame your face. "
Nanhua slowly sat cross-legged on the ground.
There is no human race here, and naturally no one will speak for him. There are either alien races who are sitting on the sidelines, or the Buddhas who are constantly ridiculing and insulting, and there are also some Buddhas who warmly persuade him.
Nan Hua slowly closed his eyes and turned a deaf ear.
He has experienced a similar scene countless times. Heart, long ago decided.
