Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Master Wuchao naturally cannot guess the inner activities of the martyr, but it is estimated that he is unable to guess at this moment, because his consciousness and soul have been replaced by another terrifying existence hidden in his subconscious, and now controls him Physically, not himself!

The next moment, Master Wuchao used his free hand to perform the incantation and chanted a mantra quickly in his mouth. A shadow of a Buddha with closed eyes suddenly appeared behind him.As soon as the phantom of the closed-eyed Buddha appeared in the world, it immediately released the terrifying pressure of the peak of Daluo Jinxian!

The Zen staff that was about to hit the golden light shield stopped falling at this moment and stopped half a finger away from the golden light shield. Below, the martyr no longer smiled, revealing an extremely frightened expression. look.

This short distance of half a finger is like an insurmountable chasm!

The martyr was in a trance, but a distant and friendly voice, as gentle as the breeze blowing by, suddenly sounded in his ears:

"You are really a pathetic person. Why don't you let the poor monk send you to transition! After all... this world is not suitable for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Wuchao had already removed the seal and used his free hand to grab his chest.There was only a "puff" sound, and five rough fingers were inserted into his chest, tightly grasping his violently beating heart.

He exerted force in his arms and clenched his heart, and the severe pain hit Master Wuchao like a raging ocean tide. With a glimmer of clarity brought by the severe pain, Master Wuchao spit out a dusty relic with a dull and dull surface. It is light, but it exudes an aura of incomparable holiness.

"Return to your position." Master Wuchao muttered softly.

The relic trembled violently, as if it was resonating. There was no power to control it. The relic disappeared into the air with a "whoosh" sound. When it reappeared, it was already in the void of the Buddha with closed eyes behind Master Wuchao. In the middle of Ying's eyebrows.

"Click." It sounded like a clear sound made by the mechanism of an organ.

The relic was actually embedded in the center of the eyebrows of the phantom of the closed-eyed Buddha. The combination of the two was a natural fit.

The next moment, the phantom of the Buddha with closed eyes suddenly opened his eyes!

What a pair of eyes they are, they seem to be in a blissful illusion, with no desires, no worries, no worries. Only the words "great freedom" and "great satisfaction" can describe the fantasy world in the eyes!

The stars slowly flowed around the edges of Master Wuchao's eyes, and the bright golden Buddha's light emerged in a dense mist, escaped outwards, and quickly enveloped the phantom body of the Buddha, allowing his form to gradually solidify at a speed visible to the naked eye. Until the real skin and flesh are completely revealed.

The Buddha's pupils turned and looked at the martyr, but it made the latter tremble. It seemed that in this flawless gaze, all the conspiracies and tricks were invisible. Under the gaze of the supreme divine being, he accepted it honestly. With the baptism of light, remove the dirt.

"Namo Samman..." The Buddha suddenly recited the obscure mantra. The sound was like a whisper, inaudible, but when it reached the ears of the martyrs, it was like the sound of heaven reverberating and the thunder rolling. It exploded in his mind, causing his consciousness to fall into chaos.

The martyr's expression was distorted, and the golden light emanating from the inside out of his body suddenly became strong. The dazzling light covered the large white flash in this fantasy space, and the power of heaven came from Master Wuchao. The lotus flower above his head sprang out and escaped into his hand.

In an instant, the martyr's body, driven by invisible force, broke free from the powerful pressure of the Da Luo Jinxian's peak realm. He was also fighting fiercely against the power of the Buddha's gaze. During this time, he roared one word at a time:

"Tell...me, what...this...is...a spell!!!"

Master Wuchao looked as usual, turning a blind eye to the martyr's anger, but the shadow of the Buddha behind him stopped reciting the mantra and turned to answer. A loud voice like the sound of Taoism echoed in the sky where white light and gold intertwined. Inside, the Buddha said:

"This is the mantra of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for annihilating fixed karma and settling down the earth. It can relieve all kinds of inner demons and obstacles."

The martyr was shocked. Even though he was in a strange predicament, he still tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth and forced a smile. Blood surged from his mouth and overflowed from his lips, showing a sad red color, and his The sound of gnashing teeth resolutely came out:

"Is this... the Buddhism of the first generation? If you can use it to become a saint, then... it does have its merits!"

When the Buddha heard the words, he nodded slightly, clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddhist mantra again.

The sacred and powerful power swept across the entire venue instantly. The entire golden light shield seemed to be assimilated by the Buddha's light, and the space where it was located fluctuated.

Under such breathless and tyrannical oppression, the martyr's distorted and cruel face slowly changed. He did not sit still and wait for death. The power of heaven in his hand went up along the wrist, and finally It reached his forehead.

The cool air flowed through the martyr's mind and body. In an instant, the martyr stopped trembling. His consciousness, which was influenced by the Buddhist mantras, broke away from the chaos and gradually became clear. His expression also changed at this moment. In the process, calmness slowly returned.

When the Buddha saw this, the speed of the stars in his eyes was suddenly and violently reflected. The reflected world of bliss was suddenly distorted, and then quickly transformed into the realm of hell and the sea of ​​suffering. Countless ghosts and wandering souls rode boats in the sea of ​​suffering. Let’s go and sail towards the end of the endless sea of ​​suffering.

That is the other shore, where the flowers bloom.

Master Wuchao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly moved at this moment. He was making secrets with one hand. His gestures were weird, like twisting flowers and touching leaves. The seals he made were even weirder. They looked like Tao but not Tao, and looked like Buddha but not Buddha, but they were very similar. The supreme power that summons true compassion for the world is dedicated to saving all sentient beings.

When the seal was completed, Master Wuchao pointed at the sky, and strands of death energy spurted out from his body, swaying up the sky, slowly blending into the vast sky where white light and golden light intertwined, as if the barrier was nothing. The ground penetrated the clouds and spread a layer of Buddha's light in the sky.

The martyr who used the power of heaven to fight against the Buddha's breath suddenly trembled and spit out a mouthful of blood. He felt that the power of heaven flowing between his eyebrows was hit by a sacred breath and gradually lost its effectiveness. , slowly dissipated.

The underlying Qi of Heaven was corroded by the death energy penetrating the sky, and the connection established between the martyrs and the Dao of Heaven was blocked by the Buddha's light covering the sky.

In the end, the connection between the way of heaven and the martyrs was forcibly severed, and the power of heaven disappeared. Without the help of the power of heaven, the martyrs, under the impact of the Buddha's breath and words, the whole person's consciousness moved towards a world without sorrow or joy. The paradise world escapes and gradually returns to chaos.

His expression became distorted again, and his ferocious eyes revealed the murderous intent to devour people...