final catastrophe

365. Chapter 48. Buddha vs. Corpse

After closing it for the first time, and then opening it suddenly, the red-eyed ghost snake frantically roamed about.

Of course it no longer walks along the stone steps.

They will not go from the fourth floor, then to the fifth floor, and then to the sixth floor. All the way to the No.18 floor.

No one could have imagined the direction in which the ghost snake would swim.

That's straight down.

chi chi chi.
Suddenly, a torrential rain fell in the whole hell. It was black rain, but upon closer inspection, it was actually a black snake.

The snake ignored everything and directly penetrated from the fifth floor to the sixth floor.

Steamer Hell, Copper Pillar Hell, Knife Mountain, Iceberg, Oil Pan, Cow Pit
Layer upon layer of hell, Hei Yu didn't seem to notice any resistance.

At this time, No.16 floor.

Volcanic hell.

Holding the purple gold Zen stick in his left hand and counting the Buddha in his right hand, Shikong stopped.

The hideous Shi Ru also took out the Jiedao.

Because, this layer is not a volcanic hell.

The whole world is white, white, quiet, and cold, and has nothing to do with the so-called volcanoes.

"Senior brother, there is so much corpse energy here! It's weird!"

Shi Kong didn't speak quietly, but he did stop, standing at the entrance of the white world, but he didn't take any further steps.

"Junior brother, stay here for now."

After a short pause, Shi Kong's voice was calm.

Then, he took a step forward and stepped on the white ground covered with volcanic hells. He never opened his eyes, and what he wanted in closed eyes meditation was not to see the filth of the world.

Darkness can make people feel confused, scared, and overwhelmed.

However, for him, only when he is in the midst of great fear can he have a great understanding and go further.

One step is followed by two steps.

Not slow, but began to recite the Buddhist scriptures silently in his mouth, with an extremely pious voice.

And behind him, countless golden lotus flowers suddenly appeared. The petals centered on him, bloomed, rotated, and spread out. In an instant, it became a sea of ​​flowers.

But there is only one flower.

There is only one monk standing in Huaxin.

In front of him, the white world began to distort, turning into an indescribably huge tongue, with a sting, it rolled around.

Wherever it rolled, the outer petals withered instantly without any stagnation.

Shi Kong didn't look flustered, he inserted the purple gold Zen staff heavily, folded his palms together and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

The golden brilliance of the lotus is even more magnificent. At first, it was like a flame, but soon, it was like a scorching sun that made people unable to look directly at it. Later, it made the original volcanic hell glow golden, full of hot and holy light.

"Alaya Consciousness" Shi Kong quietly spit out these four words.

The flames centered on him and swept across the surroundings.

However, the cold and pale tongue was still rolling.

Brush brush.
The lotus is all withered, the speed of the tongue has not stopped at all, it seems to be able to speed up, but it has an inexplicable taste of "cat and mouse", and hope makes this monk feel desperate.

Revealing the ugliness before death.

But Shi Kong disappointed him, even though he felt the lotus gradually withering and his tongue curling up, he never changed his expression, even his heartbeat was normal.

Facing death and being in a desperate situation, he was still in front of the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng as usual, and with the dim light, he quietly brushed the old pages with his hands to read and follow the footsteps of the Buddha.

ten meters seven meters three meters
White Tongue doesn't slow down.

Shi Kong can hold back, but it doesn't mean his junior can hold back.

"Hey, that ghost, don't let go!" The hideous Shi Kong roared, and the Jie Dao began to grow longer and thicker.

He rushed out of the mezzanine between the 56 layers of hell, and at the same time, the Jie Dao in his hand turned into a boundless golden sword.

The saber pointed at the sky, and slashed down with invincible power.

At the same moment, his slightly shriveled figure suddenly became fuller, and then it seemed that the fullness was not enough, and gradually swelled.

His body also began to rise.

As if aware of this weird horror, he has already shown his strongest in an instant.

The body is the true body of Arhat!

The knife is the Zen Saber of Subduing Demons!

The monk, who was less than two meters tall, had reached the height of a giant eight or nine meters in an instant, and that golden giant knife was even more terrifying.

It made people feel that his blow could completely split the ground, and even everything in front of him.

"Bah!"

The knife fell, fell hard, and became a bright golden light.

The white world also responded, but the tip of a white tongue was pushed up, barely reaching the sharp edge of the golden knife.

There was no sound of collision.

It's like using softness to overcome rigidity.

The golden knife fell into the white softness, and all power was lost.

"Demon, I'm sorry!" The giant Arhat looked terrified, with divine power in his eyes.

A huge visible fluctuation in the strength of the arm was instantly transmitted into the nearly thousand-meter-long golden knife.

The blade trembled, and every tremor was like a dragon wagging its tail, capable of throwing everything away.

The white was soft and began to tremble with it.

"Hey!" Shi Kong roared angrily, his voice was like thunder rolling from the sky, carrying the supreme power of heaven.

And the white softness, with the strength of his roar, all solidified and fell off
Then the purple bandage was revealed.

"This is."

The golden body Arhat was stunned, he suddenly recognized the thing that was on his way back then
"Owl Cicada."

After all, although the three veins of Corpse Buddha and Taoism are very large, some of the characteristics of the top characters are still understood by each other.

When I saw that whiteness before, I hadn't thought about it in this regard, but I was a little suspicious.

Seeing the purple bandage at this time, the symbol of the strange owl veins in the corpse, Shi Kong still doesn't understand the real body of this white world.

But he still couldn't understand.
When did Xiaochan become so terrifying?
Even covering the entire volcanic hell?
how can that be?

But, if you don't go through this hell, how can you go to the underworld on the No.19 floor to meet him who has been waiting there?

With this dazed effort, a hundred white hooks protruded from the ground, wrapping the golden body Arhat in an instant.

The long knife in the golden Arhat's hand got stuck between the two white hooks and he couldn't move.

He tried to communicate: "Xiaochan and Corpse Buddha have a long history, your goals may not conflict with mine, why bother fighting with me and my brother here."

But the white tongue sea ignored him, just silently doing the devouring work.

brush! !

A sharp, hurried voice rose.

A sudden, pale light burst out from the ground between the golden-bodied arhats, and that pale light broke his Jiedao in an instant.

He had just reacted, but he only held one handle of the knife.

"Owl Cicada?"

In his impression, even when the owl cicada was stationed in its strange area, it had never been so powerful.

At most, it is on its territory, and it can expel itself, but it has never been like this, not only trapping itself, but even the senior brother can't do anything.

Brother, but the future Buddha!
how can that be?

(End of this chapter)