Dragon-Marked War God - Chapter 3798

[Chapter 3796]

“So, Buddha, are you going to fight with us to the end?”

Venerable Natijaye said with a sneer, staring at the tyrant monk. When the Buddhist sect was destroyed, five hundred Arhats died. The death of the dead, the betrayal of the betrayal, the remaining few of them are sticking to the pure land of the Western Divine State, but unfortunately they are no longer prosperous.

Today, Venerable Natijasyapa, as the leader among the five hundred Arhats, naturally cannot forget the harm that the Buddha brought to the Buddhist sect. The reincarnation of the Buddha is their eternal nightmare.

“Amitabha Buddha, Venerable Nati Kasyapa, the little monk has always adhered to the idea of my Buddha’s compassion and single-mindedness, and has no two hearts. I can’t deny what happened in the past, but I won’t admit that my reincarnated demon body was long ago. It has become one, and it is no longer me at all. Evil comes from my heart. It is a trace of evil in my heart. I can’t blame it for the disaster. Let me give you an explanation, but I think that day will be in the near future.” The

tyrant monk is neither humble nor arrogant, Venerable Natijaye is the top master among the ten monasteries, and the mainstay of the five hundred Arhats back then. The grievances and grievances of the Buddhist sect at that time cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

“Okay, since this is the case, there is nothing to say, Buddha, you are no longer as brave as you used to be, and we are no longer the Venerable Arhats of the year. Today’s battle, there is no need to show mercy, we You should fight to the death to the end, and fight for the last shred of dignity in Buddhism.”

Venerable Subhadra shouted in a deep voice, his mighty power was overwhelming, and he was already ready to fight the tyrant monk to the end.

“It’s useless to talk too much. Since people still rely on the power of the Buddha back then and think they are the masters of the Buddha world, why should we be polite to him? The Buddhist sect has already fallen apart. If it wasn’t for your reincarnated demon body, how would the Buddhist sect become what it is now? This way? No one is forcing you, but the Buddhist sect has been completely destroyed in your hands.”

Venerable Youxian Wugou angrily rebuked the bully monk. The Buddha, the ancestor of the Buddha, is indeed to blame, and can even be said to be a sinner of the Buddhist sect.

“Amitabha, the little monk is deeply sorry. I will never forget what happened back then. When I rebuild the Buddhist sect, I will definitely apologize with death. The mistakes I made will be fully borne by the little monk. But, it’s not now.”

The tyrant monk said with a serious face.

“Buddha, you,”

Venerable Wood Spirit said in a low voice, his face anxious.

“It’s easy to say, but the three of us, today, must abolish your cultivation base, and your Buddhist rhythm, we have to decide.”

Venerable Youxian Wugou gritted his teeth, saying that he already hated the Buddha to the bone. War is already inevitable.

“Amitabha! You deceive people too much. The Buddha has repeatedly forbeared, but you are aggressive. As disciples of Buddhism, aren’t you ashamed? Five hundred arhats are so dirty, they even think about embezzling my Buddha’s Buddha. Yun, is really a rebellious and unruly person, extremely vicious, I, Venerable Wood Spirit, are ashamed to be in your company.”

Venerable Wood Spirit was already unbearable, and he even sneered at these rude people.

“How old are you? Even your respected master, Guan Zizai, may not dare to talk to us like this. There is no distinction between the high and the low, and the mere servants and waiters dare to discuss seniority with my respected masters. It’s a joke. It’s ridiculous. To.”

Venerable Subhadra shook his head, with a murderous intent in his eyes, the drastic changes in Buddhism in those days, and now these five hundred Arhats have long since fallen apart, their temperament has changed greatly, and they are no longer the bodhisattvas who rescued the suffering. Because each of them has to live, only then can they hang the pot to save the world and make good karma.

But now, all of these have been destroyed by the Buddha, the Buddha is the success, the Buddha is the failure.

“You!”

Venerable Wood Spirit said with a livid face and gritted his teeth, but was stopped by the tyrant monk.

“Amitabha, everyone, I said that if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell, but not now.”

The tyrant monk also became frowning. What he wants to do now is not to fight against these Arhats, but to influence them, to make them convert to my Buddha again, and to make Buddhism a pure land, not Murderous devil land.

“Stop talking nonsense, you two, it seems that if we don’t do anything, Lord Buddha is not going to have a good talk with us. Hmph.”

Venerable Subhadra sneered again and again. At this time, the three of them looked at each other, and they were already right. The tyrant monk rushed away, mercilessly, with a killing spirit, across the world, instantly blocking the way of the tyrant monk.

The figure in the middle stage of the three emperors rose up and attacked the tyrant monk, one after another Buddha light, became extremely cold, and one after another palm print, became cold as frost.

“Ten thousand Buddhas!” The

tyrant monk’s palms were like thunder, whizzing past, under the light of the Buddha, above the earth, the brilliance filled the sky, and the rhythm of the Buddha lasted forever.

“That Yanluo Seal!”

“Dara God Palm!”

“Light of the sages!” The

three great Arhats are murderous, their breath is no longer pure Buddhist rhythm, but full of distracting thoughts. Full of chaos, full of confusing atmosphere, like an executioner, there is no trace of the Venerable Buddha.

However, it is undeniable that the strength of the three people is extremely terrifying, and they are coerced and forced to make the tyrant monk move and retreat, but the Buddhist rhyme that wins in the hands of the tyrant monk is incomparably pure. The Buddhist rhythm blessing of Guan Zizai, the tyrant monk fights three against one. As a Buddha, he has a profound background. In the face of the three great Arhats, with the same combat power, the tyrant monk does not need it at all. Back away, embarrassed.

But his body was also greatly suppressed. The three Arhats vowed to attack him to the death, for the sake of the Buddha’s rhythm on his body. They wanted to win their own relics, and they wanted to incarnate into Buddhas, but that was just whimsical.

The two sides are constantly intertwined, and the momentum is fast. Every time the tyrants and monks leave room, but Venerable Natijaye and others are facing each other in life and death. It cracked open, the Buddha rhythm gradually disappeared, the sky was eclipsed, both sides tried their best, and Venerable Wood Spirit couldn’t help worrying about the Buddha, because he always did not shoot with all his strength, but was hit hard by three people one after another, and the scene was extremely extreme. danger.

“Hahaha, worthy of being the ancestor of all Buddhas, he is indeed a broad-minded person. He would rather suffer and suffer serious injuries than kill people. If I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell? It’s admirable.

” The sound of drinking sounded above the void, and the expression of the tyrant monk became completely gloomy at this moment. Even the wood spirit sage was stagnant, and the shadow that covered the sky made him feel a little suffocated. feeling!

[End of this Chapter]