Landing a Fantasy Game in the World of Mythology

　　The bells continued to ring, and the entire Shenxia Temple rang out. Lin Fan's sound wave entered it, causing the bell of the town temple to groan, alarming the monks inside.

　　"Who dares to break into my Buddhist Pure Land?"

　　A head like a lion appeared, with a golden hoop tied in a mess, roaring loudly, blocking the ancient road.

　　"Come to borrow the immortal tomb for use."

　　Lin Fan is so fast, stepping on the syllables, like a dream bubble, spanning an infinite distance in a matter of seconds, before reaching the head, the opponent's pupils shrank.

　　However, he is a strong man who has experienced hundreds of battles. Although there are waves, he immediately calms down.

　　"The immortal tomb is an ancient artifact of my temple, how can you take it as soon as you say it, and leave it!"

　　Tou Tuo shouted, his right hand clenched his fist, the golden light prospered, and with a roar, he hit Lin Fan on the shoulder to defeat him.

　　However, Lin Fan only waved his hand lightly, and a majestic pressure surged. The next moment, the head of the head was like a thunderbolt, and the whole person flew out.

　　"Clang clang clang..."

　　From the moment Lin 18 Fan stepped in, Zhong Ming made a great effort, there was a commotion in the ancient temple, and someone broke in.

　　"Swipe..."

　　Lin Fan felt as if he had entered the realm of no one. It was only for a moment. After passing through the fifteenth floor of the monastery, the monks only saw a light flickering, and they didn't even see the human figure clearly.

　　Everyone was stunned, what speed is this, so fast that even the Buddhist formation pattern has no time to react, as if walking on the ground, it came to the depths in the blink of an eye.

　　"Buddha's pure land, who dares to disturb it, don't stop!"

　　An ancient temple was lit up, and an old monk walked out, roaring like a lion, and the ancient land was shaking.

　　At this moment, above the temple, the mind power like a vast ocean is surging, like a galaxy, hanging from the sky, hanging one after another, like a waterfall pouring down.

　　This is a very terrifying offensive.

　　Pure thought power requires a deep foundation to form. Even in places like Jinshan Temple, such a turbulent thought power has not been formed, which requires historical precipitation.

　　Mindfulness is naturally extremely sacred to Buddhist cultivators, but to other cultivators, it is stronger than poison, like hell fire, and anyone who comes will be terrified.

　　At this moment, the thoughts in the sky are falling, and it is obvious that the monks of Shenxia Temple are anxious, and it is taboo to be rushed into the courtyard on the fifteenth floor.

　　"Mind power!"

　　As soon as Xiao Han and Ye Tian stepped in, they felt a heavy pressure. They only felt that their whole body was boiling with divine energy, as if it had turned into flames, scorching them.

　　However, one of them is an evolved Huo Yao spirit body, which is naturally resistant to fire, and the other is an ancient desolate holy body.

　　The golden thought power was like water, completely submerging this place. Lin Fan stood alone in front of him and was under [-]% pressure, but he didn't stop, he still strode forward, and many people saw discoloration, what kind of flesh is this!

　　"Stop, or a great sin will come!" An old monk stepped out and shouted loudly.

　　"I want to borrow the immortal grave, and there is no malice."

　　Lin Fan's whole body radiated light, walking like a god, and the massive amount of thought power could not stop it.

　　"Don't think about it!"

　　A lion's roar came, and the golden clouds in the nine heavens were shattered. An old monk with Buddha light all over his body flew out and slapped Lin Fan with his palm, causing the situation in all directions!

　　"Hey, then you can only speak with your fists."

　　Lin Fan shot directly, without even looking, a silver fist pierced the sky, smashing all obstacles, and snorted the old monk, turning it into a beam of light and flying upside down.

　　Lin Fan shot directly, without even looking, a silver fist pierced the sky, smashing all obstacles, and snorted the old monk, turning it into a beam of light and flying upside down.

　　"you..."

　　In the rear, many monks were shocked when they saw this scene.

　　Lin Fan activated the line of words, leaving an afterglow, disappearing in an instant, and entering the hinterland of the Holy Temple.

　　"stop!"

　　The monks shouted angrily, and were about to unite to rush in, but found that two figures were blocking them.

　　"Everyone, this road is blocked."

　　Xiao Han and Ye Tian were separated from each other, one was full of red clouds, and the other was golden blood.

　　Combat is imminent.

　　...

　　In the hinterland of the Holy Temple, Lin Fan finally came to an ancient pagoda. His whole body was as bright as gold, his faith was condensed, and the Buddha's light shone in ten directions.

　　The ancient pagoda is nine stories high, made of ancient stones, and it is covered with Buddha statues, exuding a sacred halo, as if standing in immortality.

　　It is not very high, only nine feet, but it gives people a solemn feeling, as if it is eternal.

　　Lin Fan stopped here and was greatly hindered.

　　A total of [-] old monks blocked his way, all of them were old monks who had been practicing hard for many years, and they were not much more tyrannical than those high-ranking monks who helped Jinshan Temple.

　　"Donor, stop!"

　　Although the eighteen old monks were thin and dry, they were full of energy, and their eyes were as bright as magic lamps.

　　They let out a Buddhist lion's roar, which is a secret art of subduing demons. They can roar to shatter mountains and rivers, and shatter the soul. Even if a big demon or a demon king comes here, they will change color, collapse to the ground, and lose their senses.

　　Lin Fan's body is full of star power, his body is like sky gold, and the magic weapon is hard to hurt.

　　"Om...790"

　　Suddenly, a little golden figure appeared between his eyebrows, sitting cross-legged in front of him, chanting ancient scriptures, echoing the heavens and the earth, the mountains and rivers shattered, and even suppressed the lion roars of the eighteen old monks.

　　In the end, in the entire ancient temple, only this vast Taoist sound reverberated, like the roar of a chariot, and the rolling thunder, and finally a vision appeared, with billions of rays of light and lightning intertwined.

　　"Um..."

　　The eighteen old monks, all trembled, retreated, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, and their faces were as pale as paper.

　　"This..."

　　Some young novice monks in the distance were shocked, what kind of supernatural power was this, and it actually forcibly broke the secret magic of Buddhism.

　　In the center, Lin Fan was independent, his expression was indifferent, the little man with the eyebrows walked into the divine court, and without moving, he broke through the demon suppression formation.

　　"Amitabha, my little friend is really powerful. It's not impossible to get the immortal tomb, but you need to pass the last level."

　　An old voice sounded, and from the ancient pagoda, an old monk with wrinkled skin came out, and he didn't know how old he lived.

　　The old monk looked ordinary and did not fluctuate in the slightest, but Lin Fan's expression was slightly stern. In his Yuantian eyes, standing in front of him was a sea of ​​Buddha's light, almost turning into reality, dazzling and dazzling.

　　"What?" Lin Fan asked.

　　"Defeat the poor monk.".

Chapter 214 The Six-Character Mantra! (5/5)

　　In front of the ninth-story pagoda, an incomparably old monk blocked Lin Fan's way and stated the conditions for defeating him.

　　"it is good."

　　Lin Fan nodded, this direct and simple way is the best.

　　"boom!"

　　He took a step forward, and the entire ancient temple trembled, as if a giant was coming, and some monks who came over took a breath.

　　Nothing fancy, just punched straight out, with the utmost strength, running through everything!

　　Although the old monk's body was withered, at this moment, the radiance flowed all over his body, and the golden Buddha light spurted thinly, like an Arhat Vajra.

　　He slowly stretched out his hand, as if swaying the Buddha's principles, and mysteriously blocked Lin Fan's fist.

　　Bang!

　　There was a shock, and there was a huge roar in the void, and the dazzling rays of light burst out, blazing brightly.

　　The old monk retreated more than a dozen meters away, his palms trembled slightly, and the originally turbid eyes suddenly shone with a buddha light, and looked at Lin Fan carefully.

　　Lin Fan was a little surprised. The opponent's seemingly old body was so tyrannical, and he was able to block his punch without hurting, which was enough to show that he was extraordinary.

　　However, the expressions of the monks were shocked, and their eyes were full of incredible.

　　Xuanku is the god monk in their Shenxia Temple, who has cultivated a body that is indestructible and has a strong body, the only one in the temple.

　　Now, in terms of physical strength, it is unbelievable to be suppressed by this youth in green clothes!

　　"This person must have a special physique, but I don't know which one it is? The Holy Body, the Dao Embryo, or those divine bodies!"

　　The monks in the distance remarked that only a special physique in the world can have such a perverted body, and it is not an ordinary special physique.

　　"Om!"

　　Suddenly, Xuan Ku shouted, and a Buddha sound seemed to come from eternity ago, echoing in the depths of the soul, and everyone in the shock was trembling, as if they wanted to leave the body.

　　Not to mention Lin Fan, who was the first to bear the brunt, the stars all over his body were shaking.

　　His expression moved slightly, and he said word by word: "The six-character mantra of Buddhism, the word of Om ~ ¨!"

　　Corresponding to the Jiujue, Buddhism also has the supreme six-character mantra, but it is the same as the Jiujue, and they have been lost for many years. No temple can collect them all, at most one or two mantras.

　　Although Shenxia Temple has been in decline for many years, the fundamental Dafa is still there, and it also holds the mantra.

　　As soon as the word Om came out, a golden ripple appeared on the void of the pagoda, like an extraterrestrial meteor piercing the sky, falling into the boundless sea, and splashing huge waves.

　　This is the word Om, which contains the unparalleled power in the world. It is vast and boundless. It seems to be opening up the world.

　　This kind of heavenly sound pointed directly at the soul, and it was similar to the previous words in the nine jue, shocking the soul, and it was hard to guard against.

　　"Roar!"

　　Lin Fan was not afraid, and he also issued a divine sound. It was the sound of the Dao from his four secret realms. Each of them represented an ancient scripture. go out.

　　"boom!"

　　The two collided together at a high altitude, which could be called a needle-point to a wheat awn. It was like two turbulent seas.

　　The formations flickered everywhere, and they were activated one after another, blocking all the terrifying fluctuations. Otherwise, no one could survive here except Lin Fan.

　　The monks retreated immediately and hid in the pattern. No one dared to stand in the aftermath of this kind of powerhouse confrontation.

　　The monks retreated immediately and hid in the pattern. No one dared to stand in the aftermath of this kind of powerhouse confrontation.