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Seeing Ye Xiangseng walking up Meiling with a pious face and standing tragically with a golden stick, Yi Tianxing suddenly felt a sudden sank in his heart. Many things that he couldn't understand suddenly came to understand at this moment.

But at this time, it is not the time to hold a debate and find the truth.

The bloody and powerful Buddha was still standing above Meiling. The unmoving people on the ground were waiting to be empowered by the Meiling Horses to build a position of Arhat. And the three red lines on the milky white Buddha's fingertips were almost fading to the point of being invisible.

The old monk in Meiling hid in the Buddha, and Yi Tianxing couldn't think of a way to pull him out.

Ye Xiangseng walked to him, looked up slightly, looked at the blood-colored Buddha in the sky, his eyes softly, and said softly: "This master, what is the purpose of becoming a Buddha?"

Deep in the Blood Buddha, a hidden voice came.

"Become the only one who can surrender all sufferings, and create a pure land."

Ye Xiangseng frowned, raised his head with a bitter face and said, "How can we save others if we don't save ourselves?"

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The blood Buddha light burst into pieces, and thousands of red lights sprinkled onto the Meiling Mountains.

Yi Tianxing felt the extremely strong gale in front of him, and groaned, inserted the golden stick into the soil, stabilized his body, reached behind him, and then grabbed Ye Xiang, a guy who was not afraid of death.

He stretched out his hand but failed to grab Ye Xiangseng's hand.

Ye Xiangseng slowly fell to the ground, and his five fingers slowly dispersed. The soft green light between his fingers moistened his heart, like a green lotus that was about to bloom. His right hand and fingers slightly slanted up. After only four fingers were left, he put away his right hand, and he looked like a sharp sword with sharp edges.

As the Qinglian sword gradually emerged from his hands, the statue of the Bodhisattva behind him gradually became clearer. With a slight shake, the statue of the treasure rose into the air, and his body became extremely huge. He sat quietly in the night sky above Meiling.

The Bodhisattva treasure statue is scattered with light hair, looking extremely soft, facing the blood Buddha with full of evil spirits and blood light!

Two extremely huge treasure statues are confronting each other.

The peaks of Meiling seemed to have become shorter at this time, turning into small mounds under Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

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In the light of the Blood Buddha, Buddha verses kept coming, with a loud voice, stirring between heaven and earth, and hitting the hearts of the two.

Ye Xiangseng sat cross-legged on the soil, his eyes closed, and the corners of his eyes kept twitching, as if he was enduring great pain. He was muttering to his lips, Yi Tianxing covered his chest and silently lowered his head to listen. He could barely tell the difference between the Diamond Sutra.

The statue of the Bodhisattva behind him is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, and the green lotus in his left hand is sometimes blooming and sometimes withering.

The Blood Buddha opposite them was shining with bright light, with blood and energy soaring into the sky, and the anger penetrated all over the space. The powerful pressure made the skin on their faces wrinkled.

Yi Tianxing looked slightly and looked at the blood Buddha above Gao Tian. He knew that Ye Xiangseng and the old monk Meiling were fighting on the spiritual level. It seemed that he would not be of use to add another move at this time.

The golden stick gently hit the ground and used the force to retreat. He floated lightly to Ye Xiangseng, chanting the three sutras that he had most realized, and purifying all the fire essences in his body into true essences and poured them into Ye Xiangseng's body.

Ye Xiangseng's body is more fragile than the old monk Meiling, but the competition of mental power hurts the body.

Blood was gradually flowing out of Ye Xiangseng's ears, and Yi Tianxing slapped his shoulder and his body stabilized.

He smiled slightly and said, "It seems that the other party is very strong."

Yi Tianxing had no expression on his face and put his hand on his shoulder: "I know the other party is very strong, you are still here to die. If you wake up, I welcome you to fight for me at any time, but you are just a half-tongued guy now..." Suddenly, he woke up and scolded: "You still have the leisure to chat with me at this time!"

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Ye Xiangseng smiled brightly, but did not look at the Blood Buddha at all. The blood that shook out of his ears flowed to his jaw and gradually condensed... He closed his feet, and his nine fingers were in one place, chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and looking at the Blood Buddha's place with his eyes.

The statue of the Bodhisattva behind him changed again!

The night wind blows, Ye Xiangseng's robe slightly brushes away, and he wants to leave the dust. The Bodhisattva treasure statue behind him gradually gathers golden dots on the top of his head. After a moment, it gradually becomes a five-kit golden crown, and the Bodhisattva's cheeks gradually become round, and the treasure statue gradually becomes smaller... into a boy's shape!

"The five knots are the five wisdoms, and this last wisdom is the wisdom that is made!"

Ye Xiangseng said innately: "The Bodhisattva is in the form of a boy, the heart of a boy, and the wisdom of Prajna is spotless, so where can he be stained with blood?"

With this sentence, the Bodhisattva treasure bloomed like the petals of the green lotus held in his left hand, and the green light was made, and the Prajna Sutra box appeared on the flower! The green light filled the top of the mountain, and the powerful blood light with the Blood Buddha melted at once. The blood and blue color mixed and disappeared, returning to the ordinary.

Then, Ye Xiangseng lowered his head slightly, and a flashed his tongue, and a number appeared: "Stop all ignorance and troubles!"

The statue of the Bodhisattva behind him slowly emerged as this word, with the boy showing a firm look on his face. The Vajra Sword held in his right hand shone brightly, and it was like a lightning bolt in the night sky. Lightning light fell from the sky and slashed heavily on the extremely huge blood Buddha's top!

There was a loud crack!

The black mist suddenly appeared on the top of the Blood Buddha's head, and the Buddha's finger relics in the Blood Buddha's eyebrows were originally calm and hung in the air, but were shaking by this lightning, and the Blood Buddha's light body gradually dimmed.

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"The Vajra Sword can kill all the demons."

Yi Tianxing did not open his eyes, but his spiritual sense clearly saw the scene. He was just happy, but he found that Ye Xiangseng's shoulders were trembling sharply. The true energy in the monk's body was pulled away in an instant!

"Hold!"

Yi Tianxing knew that Ye Xiangseng had put all his strength into the place where the oil was exhausted. He groaned, left his palms off his shoulders, kicked the ground with his toes, and turned into a red dragon and rushed towards the gradually dimming Blood Buddha! He had to drag the old monk Meiling for a while so that Ye Xiangseng had time to recover his magical powers.

With a pull of his right hand, the golden stick suddenly turned flat and turned into an extremely sharp golden sword! He rushed to the Blood Buddha in a moment and felt that the blood Buddha's pressure was much weaker than before, but he didn't have time to be happy. He stepped on his side and slashed a few times, and then the blood-colored Buddha light was slashed.

The Buddha's light was as robbed as a man's clothes and the bark of a tree. He was cut down one by one by one by his extremely arrogant sword technique and fell into the night.

The golden knife cut the Buddha's clothes, like a golden dragon in the roar, wandering around the Blood Buddha's body.

I don’t know how long it took to slash, but a layer of red was dyed on the surface of the knife. The pure meaning was slightly removed, and the resentment gradually arises.

Yi Tianxing felt a little upset and shouted loudly. The golden sword quickly surged, turning into a sword light that could separate the heaven and earth, slashing hard at the Blood Buddha's head!

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In this battle, Yi Tianxing was the most unlucky one. Whenever he took action, the old monk Meiling was the most powerful.

Ye Xiangseng hit the head of the Blood Buddha with a sword like lightning. His golden sword was like a dragon, but he was blocked by the old monk Meiling who had just recovered.

The old monk from Meiling did not move his fingers or move, but his eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at the golden sword.

The Blood Buddha's eyes opened again at this time, and the Buddha's eyes were like a prison, and the golden sword instantly condensed!

The powerful recoil force surged into Yi Tianxing's heart again, and his sword was about to hit his heart again!

Yi Tianxing groaned, and was shaken from the sky like a stone, and fell to Ye Xiangseng in a miserable way, playing a trick to eat mud.

Ye Xiangseng was affected by the remaining force and spit out blood with a puff.

Yi Tianxing had a solid body, but there was no problem. Instead, he held Ye Xiangseng and panted, saying, "Can you still fight?"

Ye Xiangseng waved his hand powerlessly and said, "Let me rest again."

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This brother is really a pair of wonderful people in the world. When this crisis is happening, he can still laugh. It’s not that he is deliberately doing this, but he is really a little scared in his heart, but he pretends not to care.

However, the old monk from Meiling would not give these two people time to rest.

The blood Buddha released the blood light, and in the Buddha's eyebrows, the old monk Meiling said quietly: "It turns out that the Bodhisattva is just like this, and he is very disappointed."

Yi Tianxing knocked the golden knife on the ground with a clang, and cursed like a scoundrel: "You're disappointed!"

He was very anxious. The Buddha pointed the relics and saw that they were about to melt, and the Arhats were about to finish their game...

Ye Xiangseng sensed the changes in the Blood Buddha, and his face was even more worried. His relationship with the arhats of Mount Sumeru was naturally not comparable to others, and his anxiety was even more severe.

He barely sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands were folded, and he kept reciting scriptures, and his extremely pure Buddha breath was slowly delivered to the blood Buddha's place.

Ye Xiangseng was a Bodhisattva in his previous life, and in this life he was a Buddhist son who became a monk since childhood. His devotion to the Buddha was more firm than Yitianxing. However, because of this, he would not be easily captured by the external image of the Blood Buddha like Yitianxing.

The Buddha in Ye Xiangseng’s heart should not be like this on Meiling.

So he didn't believe it, so he could take action.

He put his hands together, and the Bodhisattva treasure behind him seemed to take action. The Vajra sword in his right hand seemed to be there and slashed out quickly with the momentum of thunder. The hilt of the sword was in the Taoist temple, but the tip of the sword suddenly appeared above the head of the Blood Buddha in the sky.

There were a few loud noises, and lightning continued to hit the head of the Blood Buddha.

The blood Buddha's color faded, but the old monk Meiling's fierce laughter came from the blood Buddha's eyebrows: "The time has come."

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As he finished speaking, the Buddha's finger relic in the middle of the Blood Buddha's eyebrows shone brightly, and in an instant it wrapped the entire Blood Buddha. The light was neither gold nor red nor yellow nor white, and it was impossible to say what color it was, but it was mellow and soft, and the power of tolerance appeared.

The soft light of the Blood Buddhist scriptures instantly faded away the hostility.

A brilliant Buddha appeared above Meiling.

The Buddha opened his mouth lightly and whispered to the two people on the ground: "Worship to me."

The four very gentle words hit Yi Tianxing and Ye Xiangseng's hearts like heavy hammers.

The statue of the Bodhisattva behind Ye Xiangseng was originally bright green, but it looked a little white under the reflection of the Buddha's light. The face of the innocent Bodhisattva child showed a bit of sadness at this time.
To be continued...