A mud bodhisattva appeared in front of him, not only Li Xiao saw it, but everyone on the boat saw it, and for a while, everyone felt a kind of creepy.

What's going on?

Why is there a mud bodhisattva in the river of blood?

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's horn resounded in all directions, spread all over the four fields, there is a terrible magic, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, but also makes people feel frightened, and tempers people's minds.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a young strong man on the ship let out a miserable scream, and the saint energy that protected him was crushed, and he seemed to have been hit by a terrible impact, his eyes were hideous, and he let out a miserable scream, and the blood in his whole body flowed backwards, rushing to his mind, like a demon.

"Amitabha. ”

Suddenly, he stopped struggling, his eyes were wooden, he stood up from the boat, recited the Buddha's name, and walked down the boat step by step, and finally stepped on the river of blood, step by step towards the mud bodhisattva.

However, before he could get in front of the mud bodhisattva, his flesh and blood became a thick pulp, mixed with the river of blood.

"There is a powerful power in the Buddha name, which even a saint may not be able to bear. Liu Shanhe looked straight ahead, and his originally relaxed expression became extremely dignified.

"Amitabha. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the saint who had been guarding the young man on the ship suddenly recited the Buddha's name, his expression was abusive, and he stepped off the warship with empty eyes and crossed in the direction of the mud bodhisattva.

On his body, a ray of brilliance appeared, radiant and radiant, that is the power of Buddhism, he has cultivated all his life, has become the energy of Buddhism, he is very powerful, he came to the back of the mud bodhisattva, standing quietly, like a loyal believer.

"What, the saints have been tempered!" A woman was stunned, she was the Holy Lord of the Flying Immortal Holy Land, the daughter of Chen Changsheng, the Flying Immortal Holy Maiden, the Lord of the Next Generation Holy Land, her posture was gorgeous, very moving, and she was not weaker than the Qingyan Holy Maiden, just because her character was not as charming as the Qingyan Holy Maiden, but she was dignified and holy, so she ranked second and was called the second beauty in Guzhou.

She has a noble status and extensive knowledge, and when she was young, she often traveled around with the Flying Immortal Holy Lord, and she has seen many scenes that ordinary people have not seen, but she is still very surprised at this moment.

"What's so strange about this, the power of Buddhism depends on the strength of the caster himself. The Golden Crow Saint Son's eyes flickered, as if he was not surprised, and his expression was cold.

"That's right. Beside him, the old sage of the Jinwu tribe also nodded, "Five thousand years ago, there was a great sage of Buddhism who once turned a saint of our clan into a believer, and after many years, this kind of power reappeared, which is surprising." ”

"What should I do?" the peacock girl's face was solemn, "It is not eroded by the blood river, blocking the front, how can the ancient ship pass?"

"It's really hard. The old sage of the Peacock tribe said to the old sage of the Jinwu tribe, "Jin Yan, you have seen the great sage of Buddhism back then, can you recognize who that mud bodhisattva is?"

"I don't know. Jin Yan shook his head.

"The two of you have lived for at least three to five thousand years, and these days are really alive to dogs. Qin Shi Huang's words were domineering, and he hit the two mercilessly, "In the Lechuan River, who else can there be besides that Bodhisattva?"

"Jizo King Bodhisattva?!" As soon as Qin Shi Huang's voice fell, beside Long Jie, a tall old man close to two meters exclaimed.

"Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha. Liu Shanhe nodded, "The person in front of him is indeed his ......."

Jizo King Bodhisattva!

The younger generation of monks were shocked.

Legend has it that King Jizo Bodhisattva once made a grand wish that hell would not be empty and that he would not become a Buddha, so he would stay in hell forever and try to transform all the wicked.

How did he end up here?

This river of blood has only been formed for a short time, and the terrifying power has appeared, how can there still be a bodhisattva? Everyone has such doubts, the formation of the river of blood, could it be that it is connected to an unknown place?

"Amitabha, I don't want anyone in the world to remember the poor monk. Under the shocked expressions of everyone, the mud bodhisattva spoke, its expression was dignified, like a monk who had attained the Tao, "Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha, it is indeed from an old monk." ”

"Senior, there is a treasure born ahead, I am passing by here, I want to borrow the way, can I be accommodating. "An old saint walked out, his skin was green from top to bottom, full of wrinkles, and he was the spirit of an old tree.

"Hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha, donors, turn back to the shore, don't make mistakes. The mud bodhisattva was still in the center, and as the warship approached, everyone was stunned to find that it had stopped in the middle of the water, not moving forward, as if it was facing some kind of resistance.

"If you don't look back, please stay with the poor monks to stay in the Lechuan River. The mud bodhisattva sat cross-legged on the snow lotus, muttering to himself.

"No!" Qin Shi Huang said suddenly, "This is not the Jizo King Bodhisattva, I don't feel a trace of mercy or mercy from him, only endless killing." ”

Liu Shanhe's eyes were deep, "The Jizo King Bodhisattva has long since fallen, and what is in front of him is his obsession, just like those who are fighting around us, but ...... He was so strong that he broke away from it, made a Buddha body out of clay, and sank into the Lechuan River. ”

Liu Shanhe said in one sentence: "It is a dead thing, the Lechuan River does him no harm, the king of Jizo only wants to empty hell all his life, obsessed with paranoia, not only evil, as long as he sees it, he will be saved, or erased, unless we really retreat." ”

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha horn came out again, the mud bodhisattva shot, the golden light on his body bloomed, like a Buddha descended, the ancient majestic breath raged like a tsunami ravaged this heaven and earth, the blood river boiled and roared, he aimed at the warship, five fingers stretched, covering the sky and the sun.

"Buzz!"

Qin Shi Huang took the lead in making a move, his expression was solemn, and he sacrificed a silver sword, the sword light shone on the Eight Desolations, and cut out a piece of sword light, smashing that palm, clean and neat, without any mud and water.

The silver sword contended, and returned to Qin Shi Huang's palm, although he smashed that palm, his face did not ease in the slightest, and said solemnly: "Everyone, I don't care what you think in your heart, it is impossible to retreat now, I will give you two choices." ”

"One, it's to join forces to kill the Jizo King. ”

"The second is death. ”

A dead word, bitten very hard, came out of his mouth, and a strong killing intent suddenly appeared on the entire ship, running through the ancient and modern times, making the hearts of all saints tremble.

Qin Shi Huang was not joking, although there was only a wisp of obsession in front of him, but this wisp of obsession controlled everything in the life of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, and even as an obsession, he lived to this day, and he could talk to ordinary people, and it was possible that he was stronger than when the deity was alive.

As a generation of powerhouses, Qin Shi Huang knew the horror of this kind of people, and he didn't dare to be careless.

"I'm definitely with you. Liu Shanhe was also slightly dignified, standing on the side of Qin Shi Huang.

Then, there were ten sages who also agreed with Qin Shi Huang's statement.

In the field, in addition to the dragon clan, there were still five people from the demon clan who were hesitating, cooperating with the human race, which made them very unhappy.

"Boom!"

However, just when they hesitated, Qin Shi Huang did not hesitate, made a domineering move, and slapped the golden crow saint with a slap, and the saint's power was surging, overwhelming people.

"Dare!" Jin Yan was shocked and slapped him,

"Boom!"

The two palms intersected, and in this strange space, there was no wave, but that Jin Yan was pushed out a few steps by one palm, coughing up blood violently in his mouth, and his eyes were ruthless.

(End of chapter)