The battle is becoming more and more anxious, but it is also developing more and more in the direction of the Demon Buddha.

The collision of demonic energy and Buddha power had a great impact on the Pure Land unfolding in the sky, and also made the Buddha's Dharma Body more and more degenerate.

In itself, the heart can only briefly use the power of the Buddha's Dharma Body to strike a blow to the outside world. Now the Buddha's Dharma body is directly manifested in the world, because of this unfolded pure land.

Once the Pure Land is unstable, the Buddha's Dharma Body can only retreat helplessly, and cannot reappear in a short period of time.

It can be said that if this kind of battle continues, it will be a matter of time before the Demon Buddha wins.

But the more it came to such a moment, the more cautious the Demon Buddha became. Don't be greedy, act cautiously, step by step, and absorb the power of the Buddha's Dharmakaya little by little.

Like Qing Yu's thoughts, the Demon Buddha didn't think that the Buddha would have no backhand. And compared to Qing Yu, the Demon Buddha, who is one and two sides of the Buddha, knows the Buddha's scheming better.

[You take action, destroy the group of bald donkeys in the Great Zen Temple. 】

For the Buddha's Dharma body, the Demon Buddha is cautious, and for the Buddha Gate bald donkey gathered in the Great Zen Temple, the Demon Buddha is a heavy blow.

There is still a careful temptation, but here is to let Qing Yu make a move and destroy this group of Buddhist people.

"It really made me wait. Qing Yu took a step in the air, shrunk into inches, and appeared in front of the Great Zen Temple.

"Six paths fall together, thousands of catastrophes, extradition is like coming!"

"The poor monk has a page of book to extradite you to the Western Elysium. ”

The solemn holy qi filled the four directions, and the Brahmanic seal in the center of the eyebrows bloomed with the power of endless wisdom and the righteousness of Buddhism, so that all the monks who witnessed the figure of Qing Yu had the urge to kneel and sit on the ground and go to the Western Elysium.

"Qingyu Daojun, as the master of the Daomen, you call yourself a poor monk, and you are not afraid of being laughed at?"

The light of the Mahayana Buddha dispelled the solemn and holy energy, so that everyone was free from the influence, and then the old monk surrounded by the glazed divine consciousness and walked slowly.

Wulai, the abbot of Faxiang Temple, another supreme man of Buddhism, he chose to show up to deal with Qing Yu head-on.

"When the poor road destroys you, change the Buddha temple to the palace, Shakya to Tianzun, the Bodhisattva to the monk, the Arhat to the Venerable, the monk to the monk, let the Buddha and other Buddhas keep their hair and crown and hold Jane, and see who will laugh at that time. Qing Yu's face did not change, and he said lightly.

His words are highly probable. As long as the backbone of the Buddhist sect gathered here is destroyed today, the rest of the remnants will be insignificant.

At that time, the first reform from the Northern Zhou Dynasty, conquer a place, and then change the local Buddhist temple into a Taoist temple, as long as there is no trace of the existence of Buddhism in more than half of the world, then the rest of the realm, I am afraid that there is no need for Qingyu to do it, those Buddhists will spontaneously convert.

People are always more aware of current affairs, and there are only a few who can start from the beginning.

As for those who would rather die than give in, let them die.

Wulai also knew that what Qing Yu said was very feasible, and immediately turned pale, with the intention of dying, and burned the essence and blood that had gone downhill, "The poor monk asked himself if he was the opponent of the Taoist monarch, but in order to protect the orthodoxy of my Buddhism, he would not hesitate to die today." ”

The transparent flames slowly enveloped the whole body, and the qi of the Wulai body became stronger and stronger, and the divine consciousness condensed into the Mahayana Heavenly Wheel, slowly turning, and the boundless Buddha was intertwined in it.

"If you come to be pure, you will be in the world. Daojun, let's go back with the old man. ”

Burning the essence blood also burned the root of the divine consciousness, in exchange for the opportunity to drag Qing Yu into reincarnation.

In fact, there is really reincarnation, and there is no way to enter it, because there is only one result for him, and that is to scatter his soul.

And the so-called drag Qingyu into reincarnation······

In the dark, there seem to be thousands of generations flowing through the sea of knowledge, and boundless memories come to mind.

In one life, he practiced Dao Gong for many years, but once he was broken by the woman in white, and since then, his soul has been overwhelmed, and it is difficult to meditate anymore. On a moonlit night, the flowers blasphemed the beauty.

There is also a life, growing up in the hook fence, crawling and rolling since childhood, doing everything. Because of a momentary opportunity, he opened a new life that was different from the past, and since then he has been out of control, fighting for power and ministers, and bewildering beauty······

There is also a life, because of greed to take the longevity of the golden pill, melt the blood of the phoenix in life, play the world for thousands of years, claim to be a god, and finally die in the Buddhist temple.

In all directions, many of the memories of the characters that Qing Yu absorbed were turned into his reincarnation, so that his soul experienced countless years in a moment, and all kinds of lives turned into shackles, dragging Qing Yu into the red dust and desires, and completely sinking.

Originally, Qing Yu would not have had these life experiences, after all, all he absorbed was martial arts insights.

However, Qing Yu himself knows most of the life experiences of these characters, at least the outline of their lives, so that after being irradiated by the light of Alayya's consciousness, he will use the outline of these characters in his memory to make up countless scenes that are real and illusory, so that Qing Yu can enter the reincarnation.

The later the characters, the longer the years they have experienced, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, the years flow like flowing water, and then even the Alaya can not continue to recognize the light, and it is difficult to continue to evolve reincarnation.

In the outside world, it was only a moment.

Everyone only saw a transparent flame burning on Wulai's body, and then the Mahayana Heavenly Wheel flashed, Qing Yu's eyes closed, and when he opened it again, the young figure revealed the temperament of ancient vicissitudes.

That's the mark of time.

"A big dream for thousands of years," Qing Yu's eyes contained endless old meaning, "The monk is a good skill." ”

At that moment, Qing Yu experienced at least 10,000 years. This is not a simple martial arts perception, but a complete life.

Thanks to the blessing of watching countless anime in his previous life, Qing Yu even made up for those lives very completely, from birth to death, everything was created and derived from the combination of Qing Yu's own thoughts and Alayya's light.

"It's a pity to die with such a skill. Qing Yu took the hand.

Among the enemies he encountered, the monk Wulai was not the strongest, but he was the most capable. That endless reincarnation, it is really possible that another person will not be able to parry.

"But, after all, it's hard to get the Daojun, isn't it?"

With a wry smile, he sat cross-legged as the transparent flames on his body began to burn his skin and flesh.

When the exterior was burned out inch by inch in the flames, what was revealed was a golden skeleton, revealing a breath of perfection and immortality.

But in the next moment, the golden skeleton also turned into gold dust, slowly dissipating, leaving a little divine flame in place, which began to slowly extinguish.

How could the light of Alayya, who could reach the clear feather, be so easy to cast, for that blow, there was no way to burn everything about himself.

If it weren't for Qing Yu's state of mind that had reached eternal freedom, and he was too forgetful, this time it would really be planted.

In the end, even the bits and pieces of divine consciousness were scattered into nothingness, and there was no trace of them completely.