The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 384 Buddha's Blood Sprinkled Across the Sky

Mr. Meng looked at Zhang Jiuyang deeply. In his heart, the young man in front of him had become increasingly unfathomable.

If he could really kill gods and accomplish this unprecedented feat, then perhaps he could really carve out a way out of this dark and cold world in the future and bring hope.

Roar!
The battlefield in the distance changed again. A huge figure walked out from the depths of the earth. On three huge heads were hung fifty human bone Buddhist beads, skull crowns and one hundred human eye necklaces.

There are dragons and snakes wrapped around his waist, a white elephant under his feet, and eight arms behind him.

Eight-armed Mahakala, the Killing Tathagata!
A powerful aura rose into the sky and rushed straight into the Milky Way. The ultimate Dharma form recorded in the "Eight-Armed Mahakala Sutra" actually appeared in the world.

And it is not just a simple Dharma image, it seems to be a entity, the entity that the figure has transformed into.

In other words, under Miao Shenke's fierce bombardment, the incarnation of Mahakala Buddha had to reveal his true form to meet this powerful enemy.

If Miao Shen Ke had not set up a formation in advance to conceal the aura and fluctuations, I am afraid that all the cultivators in Jizhou would have been alarmed at this moment.

"Hahaha, what a killing Tathagata, eight-armed Black Sky, so satisfying!"

Seeing that the opponent was hardly injured under the bombardment of his magic, Miao Shenke was not surprised but happy, his eyes lit up.

His yang spirit returned to its position in a flash, and his eyes shot out golden lightning, which hit the eight-armed Mahakala.

This is a kind of mysterious art of the Yuanshen. It involves visualizing the Taichu Leizu worshipped by Taoists and transforming the Yuanshen into golden thunder, which is shot out from the eye orifices. It seems to be hitting the physical body, but in fact it focuses on the Yuanshen.

Miao Shenke had already seen that the turtle shell was frighteningly hard, so he used the secret technique of his soul to kill.

As it turned out, his choice was very correct.

The Eight-Armed Black Sky trembled slightly, obviously affected. The originally surging energy came to an abrupt halt, just like an erupting volcano that suddenly stopped.

"big big big!"

Miao Shen Ke shouted three times and once again displayed his magical powers of Da Ruyi.

He had used this magical power before when fighting the Two-Faced Buddha, but at that time he was just playing around and didn't even use 30% of his strength.

But this time it was different. Under the pressure of the eight-armed Mahakala, he mobilized his magical power that was as vast as the ocean and opened fire at full power.

His body rose from the ground and swelled with the wind. In an instant he became a giant dozens of feet tall. His left hand was in the Taiyin fist seal, and his right hand was in the Taiyang fist seal, like the giant god in ancient legends who could pick stars and hold the moon.

He roared, his voice piercing through heaven and earth, shaking the rivers, and the air exhaled from his chest turned into a whistling wind, sweeping in all directions.

A punch hit the face of Eight-Armed Mahakala.

Well, since there were three faces, he smashed the ugliest one first.

Boom!

The eight-armed Mahakala trembled violently, and the skull crown on his head burst into forty-eight thousand rays of light, which was obviously a precious defensive treasure.

But then, the fist surrounded by golden light tore through the defense of the skull crown like an indestructible axe and smashed hard on the ugly head.

There was a crisp sound.

A huge crack appeared on the skull crown, and the head was visibly sunken.

This overbearing punch seemed to carry the most powerful and masculine force of the sun, causing the seemingly invincible Killing Tathagata to lose his divine power!

The power of mortals can rival that of gods!
This is the power of cultivating immortals, and it is also the motivation for countless cultivators to work day and night, practice diligently, and persist even when it is like treading on thin ice.

Immortal!

However, the strength of Eight-Armed Mahakala is by no means ordinary. Although he is only the incarnation of the Buddha, he has reached the highest level of Nalanda Temple's unique skills and is capable of fighting against the Eight Realms.

As expected, the eight-armed Mahakala waved his arms, and the magic sword, rosary, vajra, trident, hook and other magic weapons in his hands all hit Miao Shenke.

Each one of them is enough to easily crush a sixth-level immortal, and even a seventh-level powerful person would be seriously injured.

A golden lamp flew out from Miao Shenke's Niwan point again, shining brightly and illuminating his entire body.

Protective golden light shield!
clang! ! !
The golden lamp swayed like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that it would go out at any time.

Miao Shen Ke put away the golden lamp and took a few steps back. There was a shallow scar on his terrifying and indestructible fists, and a drop of black blood flowed out.

The blood drops rolled to the ground, causing the surrounding grass and trees to wither and die, turning it into a barren land.

Each of the magical weapons of the Eight-Armed Mahakala actually possesses extremely terrifying cursed power and deadly poison.

Even with Miao Shenke's body protection ability, he was unable to block it completely.

He retreated the first time, and the two men met each other, both were injured, and neither of them gained much advantage.

……

"The Taoist immortals versus the incarnation of Mahakala, the Buddha of the Tantric Buddhism, can be called the ultimate battle of the time. Who do you think will win the battle between Buddhism and Taoism, Mr. Meng?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly asked.

"If it was just a simple battle between them, I wouldn't know who would win or lose, but now I can be sure that Lord Mahakala will lose."

Mr. Meng quickly gave the answer.

"Oh why?"

"Because you must have a backup plan."

"clever."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, counted with his fingers, and decided that the time was about right.

Let me lend a helping hand to my senior brother and take down this so-called incarnation of Buddha!

hum!
The Dragon-Tiger Overlord Spear in Yue Ling's hand suddenly trembled, as if it felt something calling it and wanted to fly out of her hand.

Immediately afterwards, the earth shook and it seemed as if thousands of troops were roaring towards them.

The entire city seemed to be surrounded by a million-strong army. Although there were no flags or figures, the thunderous sound of horse hooves could be clearly heard, as vast and mighty as rolling waves.

"coming."

Yue Ling's eyes suddenly became exceptionally bright and energetic, as if they had penetrated the ancient city walls and saw the red battle flags outside that were like waves in the night.

There was a big word on the flag that seemed to be written in blood - Yue!

All 200,000 cavalrymen from Jizhou have been mobilized!
The ten statues of divine generals that had been worshipped in the Ancient General Temple for hundreds of years were all carried out by chariots, and the elders who had been in seclusion for many years all broke out. The old generals wore armor, and although they had white hair and gray faces, they held Spring and Autumn swords, their eyes were as sharp as lightning, and they were full of fighting spirit.

Under their command, the well-trained Jizhou cavalry began to arrange themselves in battle formations, with their qi drawn and murderous aura gathered to form the images of divine generals.

The flying general who could shoot an arrow through a willow tree at a hundred paces, the dragon gall bladder who rode a white horse and wielded a silver spear, the overlord who could pull up a mountain, the killer with the most vicious aura, the martial saint who could defeat thousands of men...

These divine generals who had left immortal legends in the long river of history reappeared in the world, just like the Ten Heavenly Kings, surrounding the entire city.

The last person to appear was a middle-aged general holding the Dragon-Tiger Overlord Spear and a Dragon-Sparrow Saber hanging from his waist. He was wearing golden armor and his face could not be seen clearly, but one could still feel the demeanor of a great general who could stroll leisurely in the garden even when faced with thousands of troops.

Unmoving as a mountain.

It seems to be able to block all wind and rain and hold up the sky.

That was the image of Yue Jingzhong, the military god of Daqian! More than six hundred years ago, it was him who fought in the south and the north, trampled across the nine states, conquered every battle, and cleared all obstacles for Emperor Taizu Liu Xuanlang, making an unprecedented contribution.

At that time, the Nine Provinces were in turmoil, and the princes were fighting for their own sovereignty, one after another proclaiming themselves emperors. Yue Jingzhong once set an unparalleled record of destroying three kingdoms in one day, which was unprecedented and will never be repeated.

Later, he, Zhuge Qixing and Taizu were collectively known as the Three Heroes of Qianyuan, and they created the Qianyuan prosperous era. However, the good times did not last long. Taizu passed away, and Zhuge Qixing had been ill for many years since the battle in the underworld, and Northern Liao began to make moves.

It was also Yue Jingzhong who led his army to fight in the south and the north, conquered the Liao Dynasty in the north, suppressed Loulan in the west, and pacified the barbarians in the south, thus maintaining the stability of Daqian.

However, he was seriously injured as a result, and coupled with the fatigue from years of fighting and the grief of Taizu's death, he eventually died of illness on the march.

Until his death, he never stopped fighting and always protected Daqian.

It is said that when Zhuge Qixing heard the news of Yue Junshen's death, his hair turned white overnight and he vomited three liters of blood. After struggling with his sick body for more than ten years, he finally died of illness.

The Three Heroes of Qianyuan, the three most brilliant figures of an era, all died of illness in the end, which is really sad.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the image of the military god Yue Jingzhong with respect in his eyes.

He glanced at Yue Ling and saw that she was staring at the ancestor's image meticulously with a very focused look.

"Yue Ling, I know that Yue Junshen has always been the person you admire the most. Go and fight side by side with him. Don't leave any regrets."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice sounded, gentle and encouraging.

Yue Ling seemed to be interested, her eyes flickering, but she still shook her head and said, "No."

She was worried that if she left, Mr. Meng would harm Zhang Jiuyang. Even though she was eager to participate in this battle and fight alongside her ancestors, she still forced herself to hold back.

"It doesn't matter. I believe in Mr. Meng, and I believe in myself even more."

Zhang Jiuyang winked at her and said in a voice transmission: "Have you forgotten that I still have a life-saving hair?"

Hearing this, Yue Ling pondered for a moment, and the Overlord Spear in his hand began to clang and make a dragon's roar, as if urging its master.

"Well, you must be careful."

Yue Ling gave a warning, and then looked at Mr. Meng with eyes as sharp as knives.

"If Zhang Jiuyang is injured by even a hair, I will chop off one of your arms. If an arm is not enough, I will use my leg. I don't care if you are compassionate or not, my gun will not show mercy."

"Zhang Jiuyang is kind, but I am different. It is better to offend the King of Hell than the King of Light. I believe you have heard this saying."

After saying that, she snorted coldly, turned into a blazing fire and flew away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Cough cough."

Zhang Jiuyang coughed, and although he expressed disgust, his face was full of smiles.

"My wife is ignorant, Mr. Meng, have some tea."

Mr. Meng shook his head, too lazy to look at him. This young couple was more difficult to deal with than the other.

"You married a good wife."

He sighed, "Such a strong woman, if she doesn't fall in love, she will be devoted to you and never leave you. Even if the whole world is your enemy, she will protect you and fight for a way out. It's really rare."

"Haha, fiancée, fiancée, Mr. Meng, thank you for the compliment."

Zhang Jiuyang spoke modestly, but the smugness and pride on his face were almost overflowing.

Mr. Meng felt upset and felt like he had been offended in some way.

……

On the battlefield, Miao Shenke and Eight-Armed Mahakala were fighting fiercely. Both sides were really angry and both were injured.

But one is the Miao madman from six hundred years ago, and the other is the guardian god of war of the Western Tantric Buddhism, both of whom are very good at fighting.

Miao Shenke has many methods, including the technique of immobilization, the innate qi grappling, the incarnation, the spell of the immortals of the three mountains and five peaks, and many other magical powers that are dazzling.

The Thirty-Six Jade Ding Techniques that had been lost for hundreds of years reappeared in the world, unleashing astonishing power. Each one of them is enough to make an ordinary cultivator comprehend it for a lifetime.

The Eight-Armed Mahakala has a terrifyingly strong physical body, and possesses many evil spells and powerful magical weapons. His magical powers are also strong, and he has almost no weaknesses.

The most terrifying thing is that as the fight continues, the combat power of the Eight-Armed Mahakala is constantly increasing. It seems that the more he fights, the angrier he gets, and the angrier he gets, the stronger he becomes.

Miao Shenke's fist not only does not cause him to feel pain, but instead arouses a raging rage, which is transformed into stronger magic power.

The angrier you are, the stronger you become.

This is the most powerful Dharma form evolved by the Buddha in his extreme anger, and he is truly worthy of the title of Dharma protector god of war.

At the beginning, Miao Shenke still had the upper hand, but gradually, he found that the two sides were evenly matched. After fighting for two hundred rounds, he was even at a disadvantage.

It must be resolved quickly!

His heart sank, knowing that if he delayed any longer he would probably be defeated. As expected, it would still be a bit difficult if he did not comprehend the ninth picture.

These ancient gods who have lived for countless years, even if they are just incarnations, their background and magical powers are not comparable to those of a mortal who has not yet become an immortal.

Fortunately, at this time, the Dharma images of the ten great generals also joined the battle.

The flying general shoots arrows, the dragon gall charges, the martial saint swings the sword, and the overlord carries the tripod!
Each of the divine generals can burst out combat power close to the sixth realm in a short period of time, especially the Dharma image of the god of war Yue Jingzhong. He is Yue Ling's father. Old Marshal Yue personally takes charge of the formation, and his strength has even broken through to the sixth realm level.

Although they were no match for the Eight-Armed Mahakala, the main attacker was Miao Shenke, and they were only assisting in the attack.

In an instant, the slight advantage that Mahakala had just gained disappeared.

Miao Shenke took a deep breath, seized this precious opportunity, performed the immobilization technique again, and then pushed the Jade Ding Xuan Gong to the extreme. His black hair danced wildly in the wind and his momentum rose steadily.

Behind him suddenly appeared a precious tripod that suppressed the nine heavens and ten earths. It had three legs and two ears, and the body of the tripod was covered with mottled copper rust, as if it had been washed away by billions of years.

As he continued to activate the Jade Ding Mystical Art, fairy pictures began to appear on the treasure tripod.

Fire dragon and water tiger, sun crow and moon rabbit, three views of the positive and negative, large and small tripods and furnaces...

As fairy pictures emerged one after another, the rust on the tripod gradually faded away, and brilliant fairy light burst out, and the tripod body became more and more solid.

Until Miao Shenke reached out and grasped a tripod leg and took it out.

Refining falsehood into truth!

boom!
His long hair danced wildly, his eyes were shining, and he held the immortal tripod and rushed towards the eight-armed Mahakala.

At this moment, the immobilization spell was no longer effective, and the eight-armed Mahakala struck with the vajra in an attempt to shatter the tripod.

The strength of this Vajra lies in the word "shock". It can easily shatter various magical weapons and is specifically designed to defeat defensive magical weapons.

clang! ! !
The immortal cauldron rumbled but did not move at all.

The vajra was turned into powder at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the arm holding it was cracked at the base of the thumb.

Buddha's blood spilled across the sky!
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(End of this chapter)