The Dharma Sea of ​​the Green Snake

Chapter 348 Dedicating My Heirs To Punish My Old Enemy
tumultuous!
One hundred and seven relics incarnated as golden bronze figures, together with Pei Wende's body, transformed the original Vajra Realm into a movable Arhat formation.

Restricted by Pei Wende's own strength, these one hundred and seven golden bronze figures certainly did not reach the level of Dan Chenzi's incarnation.

But in this vajra world composed entirely of Bodhi Buddha light, they can display a strength not inferior to any century-old monster.

This is how Pei Wende maximized the use of the one hundred and seven relics after thinking and practicing for so long.

Since the relic rosary is no longer perfect, then simply don't force it to be perfect.

Treating yourself as the one hundred and eighth relic, while making up for its shortcomings, can also indirectly strengthen the strength of yourself and the relic.

"Now, this is my home field!" X108
Pei Wende's body, together with the simultaneous voices of one hundred and seven golden and bronze figures with his appearance, caused a shock far beyond any simple verbal description.

At the very least, Zhou Sheng and the women present had a premonition that something was wrong.

Because if it was just to deal with Zhou Sheng and the others, Pei Wende had plenty of ways to defeat them one by one, so there was no need to go to great lengths to set up a formation of one hundred and eight arhats.

After all, this formation looks grand, and it is indeed grand.

But the consumption of Pei Wende is also huge.

The reason why he set up the one hundred and eight arhat formation was actually to completely interrupt the ongoing psychic ceremony and end this "farce" that should have ended long ago.

boom!
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, only the loud noise that shook the sky spread throughout the foggy world.

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The northern border of the Tang Dynasty, within the territory of the Heichezi clan.

Uighur Khan Wu Jie, who was defeated by the Tang Dynasty two years ago, was kneeling on his knees, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of soldiers, offering sacrifices to an unknown god.

It's just that the sacrifice this time is not the cattle, sheep and livestock in the past, but Wu Jie's newly born son.

And what Wu Jie is asking for this time is not enough food and clothing, a strong army, but an even more absurd wish.

"Sacrificing my sons, punishing my old enemies..."

Looking up at the sky, Wu Jie looked at the vortex and figure that appeared out of nowhere in mid-air, his eyes did not hide his surprise and hatred.

Ever since he was invaded to no avail in the northern border of the Tang Dynasty two years ago, and instead was driven to the territory of the Heichezi clan by the three thousand cavalry of the Tang Dynasty, Wu Jie had had enough of living under the fence.

Now, even if it is an evil god who answers his prayer, Wu Jie is willing to take a gamble.

If he succeeds, he will incorporate the black car clan, and then counterattack Datang to realize his long-cherished wish of becoming "Heavenly Khan".

Even if he failed, it was just the loss of a son. Wu Jie, who is strong and strong, had a lot of sons under his command.

"Great God! Let my wish come true!"

Seeing that the huge vortex in the sky did not move for a long time, Wu Jie, who was impatient, did not dare to show any disrespect, but his expression became excited unconsciously.

Just when Wu Jie was determined to increase the weight of the "sacrifice", a loud noise suddenly came from the vortex.

boom!
It's like thunder falling from the sky, and it's like a giant beast supporting the sky roaring in the world...

The sudden loud noise not only frightened the nearby livestock and horses to run around in a panic, but even the experienced warriors showed expressions of panic.

Some pious believers even knelt down on the spot and prayed to the gods of the grassland for forgiveness.

"This……"

Wu Jie, who also did not expect this scene, widened his eyes, but saw that the vortex leading to depression actually radiated golden light.

Under the shining of this golden light, a majestic and solemn atmosphere emerged spontaneously.

Vaguely, the people present could even hear a rebuke without anger and prestige, just like a tall Buddha scolding the demons underground.

"Wow!"

The child who was held high by Wu Jie and who was closest to the whirlpool suddenly cried out.

As if affected by the cry, the scolding and the golden light at the other end of the vortex suddenly retracted, as if they were deliberately controlling their own power.

It was at this moment that the child felt a warm force caressing his body gently, as if he had returned to his mother's embrace.

"Cuckoo..."

In this regard, the children who didn't know what all this meant suddenly let out a burst of giggles.

In the eyes of this child, the huge vortex in the sky and the blurry figure in the vortex all disappeared.

It was replaced by a young man with a golden light all over his body, with a look of both majesty and compassion between his brows and eyes.

"Amitabha!"

It seems to be a very ordinary Buddha's name, and it seems to be mixed with the mantra of supreme power...

Under the astonished gaze of Wu Jie and the [-] soldiers present, the huge vortex in the sky was forcibly closed by the sound of "Amitabha".

Not only that, but at the last moment before the vortex closed, they saw a golden palm poking into it, forcefully pulling that unknown figure back.

"This……"

Wu Jie, who had no idea what happened, opened his mouth, and his expression changed from frenzied to bewildered.

The evil god who responded to his prayer... seems to have been dragged back to the "heaven" by the Buddha?
After realizing this, Wu Jie couldn't help turning his head to glance at the officials behind him, just as he was about to say something, he found someone had already stood up.

That person is none other than Yiyin Chuo, who was conferred by Wu Jie himself.

"Your Majesty Khan, you have offended the gods."

Yi Yin Chuan, who looked neither humble nor overbearing, spoke in such a low voice.

Then, as if some kind of tacit agreement had been reached, the officials behind him also stood up in unison.

"You... what do you want to do?!"

The expression on his face instantly changed from dazed to terrified, and Wu Jie, who already had a premonition of something, shouted angrily.

"You want to kill the king?"

"Don't forget, I am the 'Khan' canonized by the heavens, no one can kill me!"

"Quick, kill this group of rebellious officials and thieves!"

Dazed by anger, Wu Jie turned around and gave orders to his own soldiers, but all he got back was a dead silence.

"Your Majesty, it is not us who want to kill you, but the gods."

His eyes paused briefly on the child in Wu Jie's hand, and then he saw Yi Yin Chuan suddenly pull out the long sword from his waist, and then directly stepped forward and stabbed Wu Jie in the chest.

"From today onwards, you will no longer be our Khan."

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(End of this chapter)