It turned out that his ultimate goal was to turn the entire human race into a Buddha's kingdom again! After hearing this, Ye Ping was even more furious. If what the Ming King of the Three Worlds said was right and the Buddhas were once human race, then everything would be natural. As long as he accepted their transformation and converted to Buddhism, the human race now might really become a Buddha's kingdom.

At that time, the human race will no longer exist without the trouble of the earth cave creatures. Thinking of this, Ye Ping was even more angry. He knew that this Ming King of the Three Worlds was even more disgusting than the White Lotus God to some extent. If everything really happened to him, what's the point of such an era? The entrustment of King Tianlan will eventually be wrong.

The Ming King of the Three Worlds ignored Ye Ping's so-called negotiations. He was now determined to completely extract his soul. He simply closed his ears and dealt with them wholeheartedly. His power was also constantly expanding, blessing Ye Ping's energy accumulated over countless years, trying to turn it into a treasure in his pocket.

Suddenly, a strange voice came from his mouth, "Juliehona!"

As he finished speaking, Ye Ping's entire sea of ​​consciousness trembled fiercely. The divine soul he condensed also became more and more stormy. He felt that his consciousness was far away from his head and that no thought could be activated. This sound was like a heavy hammer, shattering hard on his sea of ​​consciousness, and trying to break all his consciousness.

The Ming King of the Three Worlds felt Ye Ping's loss, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes, knowing that this method had worked. However, after he spitted out that sound, he was a projecting phantom composed of a wisp of divine thoughts, and became even weaker. However, with the blessing of the incense in the temple, the phantom slowly condensed again, and it took a full day.

The next day, he spat another voice, "Ah Naanye!" Seeing that Ye Ping could not hold on, there was only a sneer on his face. But what made him feel a little distressed was that the power of incense that had finally accumulated countless years of years was almost consumed by him. If he wanted to continue to use it, he would probably have to concentrate all the remaining power of incense.

But now it is time to make a critical move. If he does not continue to exert his strength, everything will eventually fail. He will not be able to withstand the failure of all his previous efforts. Thinking of this, he no longer has any reservations and gathers the incense in the temple on this wisp of his divine thought, and fully prepares for the next final moment.

Ye Ping's consciousness had long dissipated. Fortunately, the existence of suppressing talismans allowed him to preserve his last thoughts. After this incident, he also deeply felt the terrifying thing about the Ming King of the Three Worlds. His methods were too fierce. Just these few terrifying sound laws made him unable to support it. It seemed that the Buddha was confident that he could gain a foothold.

He could even imagine that many Buddhas of the True King level gathered together and made such a sound together. I don’t know how many people could be killed in an instant. I just don’t know what the real way to surrender to the Ming King of the Three Worlds was. If it was in its heyday, it would be really hard to resist. Ye Ping smiled bitterly and even thought of his original world.

Another day passed, until the third day of the Ring of the Ming King, that is, a day after the real world, the divine thought of the Ming King who descended to the three generations seemed to have recovered again. He had condensed almost all the remaining incense power in the temple, in order to give Ye Ping the last painful blow to the sea of ​​consciousness, and thus seize the body!

The Ming King of the Three Worlds formed a seal with his hands, tied his hands inside, and his index fingers were closed vertically, pressing the armor of the ring finger with two thumbs, also known as a needle seal. The two index fingers are swords, two thumbs, and two ring fingers are ropes, or the two ring fingers are four demons, and the two thumbs are pressed down as the meaning of subduing the four demons. This is one of his ultimate means, the move at the bottom of the box.

Its name is "Don't Move the Crude Seal - Ducobalt Seal". I don't know how many people were suppressed with this big hand seal.

Although he cannot exert one-tenth of his strength now, it is enough to deal with Ye Ping.

"Those who see my body will have the Bodhicitta; those who hear my name will eliminate confusion and cultivate goodness; those who hear my words will have great wisdom; those who know my mind will become a Buddha in this body. Ye Ping, this hand seal is the fundamental seal of immovableness, and is one of my secret methods. If you can die under this hand seal, you will not be considered in vain. Now, people are about to die and say good things, so do you have any wishes to fulfill?"

The Ming King of the Three Worlds was majestic. Under his handprint, it seemed to suppress the infinite universe, and no one could break free.

Ye Ping's consciousness is almost completely closed now, and he cannot hear anything or feel anything. But his last solution is to imitate these true king-level divine thoughts and preserve his last bit of consciousness. Although he doesn't know if he will have the chance to wake up again in the future, it is much better than being directly destroyed by the surrendered king of the Three Worlds.

Knowing that Ye Ping could not answer him, King Ming of the Three Worlds shook his head sneered. At this moment, he didn't know how many years he had been waiting for, and even he had already cultivated to be eternal and unmoved, he couldn't help but feel excited. As long as he took over Ye Ping's body, he could return to this world, restore the prosperity of the Buddha's country in the past, and create a new era.

With the meaning of the four demons, the last sound method was made, "Birisira! Humfazha! Namo-Sanmando-Vazero-Nan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely huge vortex of spiritual energy immediately formed around him.

A huge phantom appeared behind him around the lotus womb.

There was the peak of the Ming King of the Three Worlds. Sometimes he had three sides and eight arms, and sometimes he had eight arms, changing endlessly. Among his many palms, he held various unknown artifacts, which were very magical. It seemed that it was the Samadhi of Fire, which burned internal and external obstacles and was difficult to get along with all the filth and dirt, and wanted to destroy all the evil enemies of the demon army. When ordinary people saw this image, they would not help but kowtow and worship.

Even those who do not believe in Buddha will think that is what the true God should have.

If the devil sees it, he will be both dead and unable to rise to any confrontational mentality, and will explode and die.

Only by surpassing the quasi-king and achieving the existence of the true king can we fight with him and not be afraid before fighting.
Chapter completed!