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Chapter 457 The Sword Falls (2)(1/2)

Deep in the Pure Land, under Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

The Buddha statue that was welcoming the saint suddenly opened its eyes.

"Amitabha!" Buddha sighed.

You know the cause and effect.

"Obstacle!" The giant Buddha stretched out his hand and manifested three heads and six arms, each grabbing a treasure.

It is the foundational treasure of the saints when he founded Western religion.

Treasure banner, fly whisk, rosary beads.

These three treasures are nameless!

They don’t need to be famous to attract saints!

But there is no doubt about the power of these three treasures.

Jieying saints rarely use them.

This is because of love!

Now, it is necessary to use it!

Unlike last time, Dingguang Tathagata deserved it last time!

Spying on a saint is an unforgivable sin!

What's more, Dingguang Tathagata is still a traitor to the religion.

If you disrespect the saints and deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, the ten thousand lives of Dingguang Tathagata will all be wiped out!

No one can be saved!

But it's different now.

Bai Lian was his child, and everyone in the three realms knew about it.

It’s in the Western Pure Land world again.

If he just sits idly by and does nothing, then this Western religion will simply break up.

Moreover, Saint Jieyin knew that he must save Bai Lian today.

Otherwise, Western saints cannot even protect their own children in their own pure land?

In the West, there should never be any thought of taking over the Eastern land and establishing a Buddhist kingdom on earth.

People in the Three Realms will also understand this fact!

Therefore, this battle must be fought!

And, no matter the cost!

Even if the Pure Land is smashed, even if a gap is made in the Capital of Heaven, the Saint will not hesitate!

It involves the bottom line and life and death!

How can you hesitate? How can you be soft-hearted?

No more holding back!

With such thoughts, the figure of the saint instantly held up the Pure Land.

The giant Buddha opens his eyes.

The green lotus-colored flag covers the entire Pure Land.

The light of the Nirvana Buddha appears, and billions of dreams rotate.

The Buddha spoke Zen music and clasped his hands together and said: "Fellow Taoist, please give the poor monk a piece of thin noodles and be merciful!"

After all, he was a little softer when he said it.

no way!

Jie teaches that nowadays, you are not afraid to wear shoes when you are barefoot.

If you destroy the Pure Land, you can leave without being patted on the butt.

I really want to manifest the true form of the saint and fight with Zhunti to reach the sky.

Let alone whether we can win the battle, just the anger of Zixiao Palace is enough for Western teachers to consider.

This matter, even if Tongtian is wrong.

But people can also say: I only have two disciples, Qing Jing, and the West still wants to scheme?!

Is this an attempt to destroy the disciples’ orthodoxy and cut off the disciples’ inheritance?

Zixiao Palace, although it has already merged with the Tao.

But, but...

When it comes to choosing between his young apprentice and his two 'taoist friends', Zixiao Palace still knows how to choose.

As a last resort, the only way to attract saints is to try to be humble and humble.

Let’s coax Tongtian away first!



The green lotus-colored flag was raised, blocking the sword light that was about to fall on top of his head and could kill him in a moment.

White Lotus Bodhisattva took a deep breath and felt that his whole body and his Zen heart were trembling uncontrollably!

The sage’s voice also appeared in my ears at the same time.

"Fellow Taoist, please give this poor monk a small amount of noodles and be merciful!"

thump!

White Lotus Bodhisattva immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

The Ran Deng Buddha also quickly bowed his head and faced the giant Buddha emerging from the spiritual platform: "I have seen the saint!"

The Holy Mother Wudang naturally bowed her head and said: "There is no time for my disciples to pay homage to the saintly uncle!"

The giant Buddha transformed by the saint did not speak.

They just held treasures, with three heads and six arms, and looked warily towards the sky above the Pure Land.

Like facing a formidable enemy!

It was also at this time that everyone discovered that the green lotus-colored flag only covered the sword light.

But it did not annihilate the sword light as imagined!

Is it impossible?

Still unwilling?

Still don’t dare?

Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have many thoughts.

As everyone knows, he is definitely not the first!

The sage took action personally, and in the Pure Land, even the precious green lotus and precious colored flags protected his disciples.

But the saint on the opposite side just slashed out a sword from a distance.

If this can't annihilate a sword light, then the Jiejiao Saint is too strong!

Even Dao Ancestor may not be able to do this.

Therefore, it must be the latter two.

However, which one is possible?

All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were thinking intently.

Bai Lian's face turned pale. He knew that he could survive this time.

But the future... is not certain.

But, what can I do?

In the confrontation between saints, even a little spillover of the aftermath may lead to the death of the Golden Immortal!

What's more, was it the turmoil he caused?

Bai Lian then looked at the Wudang Virgin with half envy and half jealousy.



With a sword slashed out, Xu Ji's eyes stared at the west.

He saw the sword light falling.

Unstoppable, looking down upon heaven and earth.

The sword shadow shrouded the scene, and the sword light raged.
To be continued...
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