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Chapter 1855 Soldiers!

Po La, Jie Jie, Po Ye!
As soon as Shen Yue heard the words Shui Qingmeng said, he immediately realized that Shao Qingyun also read these words silently to Fang La.

In fact, when Shao Qingyun sat cross-legged and meditated, he kept repeating this sentence.

A mantra, repeated many times.

Of course Shen Yue also recited the mantra.

In fact, most practitioners know how to chant mantras for blessings.

But practitioners' understanding of mantras is completely different from that of the world.

In the secular world, spells such as "drawing a circle to curse you" and "destroying you on behalf of the moon" are more like child's tricks.

"The dragon king in the sky, the king of the people on the earth, I am the only king in the sky, I am the king" These conceited words are somewhat similar to spells, because they all have will seep into them, but this is still not a spell, but a strengthening of the world. desire.

BTs often strengthen their desires to strengthen their paranoia.

The real practice of mantra is unbiased.

Therefore, the mantras of practitioners are mostly related to wisdom, kindness, compassion, and faith.

Shen Yue knows the mantra "Po La Cha Jie La Po Ye", which is a mantra from the Vajra World of Esoteric Buddhism. It roughly means to use the compassion of the gods and Buddhas to relieve the world from the suffering of swords and soldiers, and to let the world Never in trouble.

In modern times, this kind of slogan is like a Buddhist mantra, and it is almost used by some liars.

Using a few spells pretending to be merciful, deceive some ignorant sentient beings, take their flesh and blood, but make them give willingly, but increase their obsession.

To recite a mantra is one's own belief, not only to believe, but also to do it, not only to do it, but also to do it all one's life, only then can the mantra produce real power.

But this is the power of the spell?

This is the real power of one person's unwavering will!

What Sakyamuni told you is - the method of self-awareness.

A spell is nothing but a key.

If you are obsessed with mantras, it is like paying back a pearl. If you use mantras well, it is like adding wings to a tiger.

Because Shen Yue understood this, he was inevitably confused about the incantations spoken by Shui Qingmeng.

He didn't doubt Shui Qingmeng, but wondered who in the world could exert the power of this spell?
Fang La?

Seeing Shao Qingyun's joy, Shen Yue felt that she believed that Fang La could exert the power of this spell?
When Shui Qingmeng mentioned the spell, Shao Qingyun also passed on the spell to Fang La—at that moment, Shao Qingyun believed that Fang La could hear it, Shao Qingyun believed that Fang La could do it, and she believed that this spell would help Fang La Solve the problem at hand?

When Shen Yue saw Shao Qingyun's expression, he believed in his own judgment.

Fang La stood up suddenly.

Wanyan Zongjun came again.

Not only was the space where the two of them were located exhausted, even the surrounding people felt that the surrounding area was much darker.

Wanyan Zongjun wrapped Fang La again. This time, he had boundless confidence that he would be able to destroy Fang La!

Confidence comes from ego, from the abundant and unprecedented strength in him.

Fang Labeng.

At the moment the black mist squeezed, he suddenly collapsed.

Fang La's body was like the porcelain that had been beaten many times before, before the final blow, it suddenly fell apart.

The crowd was amazed.

Lin Lingyun and the others almost knelt down. They couldn't understand why this happened, so they could only weep.It's like not understanding the true meaning of cultivation, and mourning the death of Zhengxing...

But Fang La raised the thin sword in his hand before collapsing.

The sword is as thin as paper and as transparent as jade.

There was no such a sword in this world, and under such pressure, the thin sword should have broken long ago.

But the thin sword faces the sky.

The collapsed Fang La suddenly turned into countless rays of light surrounding the thin sword.

Then, from the remaining ray of light, a voice came out—Po La Cha Jie La Po Ye!

Po La, Jie Jie, Po Ye!
Du Zijun yelled at the same time, "It's the soldiers who solved the spell, and Fang La used the soldiers to solve the spell!"

While Shao Qingyun was reciting silently, Du Zijun was not idle. He did not expect that Shen Yue's persuasion of Shao Qingyun would be of great use. Shao Qingyun not only restrained the disciples of Mingjiao, but also seemed to help Fang La with an important matter.

After inputting the peristalsis data of Shao Qingyun's lips into the deduction system, and comparing the mouth shapes, Du Zijun also found out what Shao Qingyun was talking about, and also saw the accompanying information explaining the spell.

Soldiers!

What Shao Qingyun was talking about was the ancient spell to solve the war.

Legend has it since ancient times that there are monks who are obsessed with the world of mortals, unable to turn the rainbow back to the original, and want to escape from the world of mortals, so they must use military solutions to relieve their attachments.

Removing attachments is a thousand times more difficult than appeasing anger.

If you know how difficult it is to overcome anger, you will understand that getting rid of attachments is by no means something ordinary people can do.

Bingjie is to chop off his own head with a knife!
Of course, it is still a little difficult to cut off one's own head, so those who are defeated by soldiers need someone to help them.

Fang La used soldiers to break the spell.

Whose head is he going to chop off?

The light shines brightly.

The next moment, Wanyan Zongjun's figure suddenly appeared in the originally messy black mist.

Wanyan Zongjun was not Black Mist after all.

The black mist is his way of concealing his eyes, just like a chameleon uses the ecological environment to hide its body.

But under the clear light of the light, all the illusions melt away like ice meets real fire, and the fog recedes tomorrow, and the black fog recedes faster than it gathers.

Wanyan Zongjun had a ferocious face, but he froze for a moment.

He lost his target.

Fang La collapsed, and Yan Zongjun succeeded?But for some reason, he felt extremely uneasy in his heart, and felt a deep danger at the same time.

The thin sword hangs in the air.

Then he heard a spell roaring in his ear.

Po La, Jie Jie, Po Ye!
Thin sword rises, thin sword passes, across the top of his Wanyan Zongjun's head.

Wanyan Zongjun only felt a slight coldness on the top of his head, and then it was hot, and there was a slight pain in the hotness.

"Fang La, do you think these tricks..."

Wanyan Zongjun sneered, he didn't look at the thin sword, he was still looking for Fang La's trace, but halfway through his words, his expression turned to horror.

The people who were still watching also showed horror.

Du Zijun suddenly stood up, and his expression was full of disbelief.

"impossible!"

Wanyan Zongjun and Du Zijun said at the same time.

Wanyan Zongjun looked at his hands and found that his hands had fallen; he looked at his feet and found that his feet were broken.

Terror permeated his whole body.

Because this time, he found that it was completely different from the past. In the past, although he was cut by Fang La's sharp sword, he knew in his heart that he would become stronger after being killed.

At that time, he had a kind of self-healing confidence, and there was boundless power surging in his body.

But this time...

His eyes went dark, and he suddenly called out, "What?" When he was speaking, his jaw fell to the ground, ending his words.

Wanyan Zongjun was horrified to the extreme, but he couldn't see or speak, and at the same time felt the power bestowed by God rushing out from his head, and he disappeared.

Others can see clearly.

Wanyan Zongjun's head was sliced ​​off by the thin sword, and then they saw a white paste rising into the sky with black light. Afterwards, Wanyan Zongjun's hands and legs were broken, and his eyeballs and chin were scattered like broken strings.

In the end, Wanyan Zongjun fell into the dust, and there was no sign of resurrection.

One whale falls and all things live.

Soldiers are released, and zombies are destroyed!

Everyone was surprised with disbelief that the mighty Wanyan Zongjun would end like this.

Qinsi wrote lightly, "Du Zijun, you lost, the experiment can end."

(End of this chapter)