The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 205: The Fall of the Pure Mind Zen Sect

"Sorcery, this is sorcery!"

Looking at the scene before them, many monks had not yet reacted, their ink-black eyes revealed an expression of disbelief and astonishment.

Thousands of monks who were able to fight against an army of 100,000 were reduced to ashes in an instant under Shen Yuanliang's magic, and not a single one survived. Their tears and blood dyed the spotless ground red.

Thousands of monks were killed or injured, and the Jingnian Zen Sect was seriously damaged. Even with just a few masters, they were unable to cope with the situation. Zhu Yuyan, who was standing by, would not miss the opportunity to add insult to injury.

Thinking of this, the abbot Liaokong, who had always been kind and amiable in the past, now had a hideous look on his face, like a hungry ghost from hell, which was chilling.

He put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and said directly without using ventriloquism: "Elders, follow me to take down this Buddhist enemy!"

After saying this, his internal force suddenly circulated throughout his body, and an extremely strong and masculine aura spread out. The Buddhist beads in his hand instantly shot out like hidden weapons.

"Bang bang", a series of roars sounded, and the ordinary Buddhist beads, with the blessing of internal force, were like red-hot cannonballs, cutting through the sky and rushing straight towards Shen Yuanliang.

"The Five Emperors' Canopy."

With a wave of his wide sleeves, a glittering and colorful canopy quietly appeared above Shen Yuanliang's head, and the silky tassels protected him tightly.

Dozens of Buddhist beads carrying all of Master Lekong's anger crashed directly onto the Five Emperors' canopy. A ripple flashed by, and infinite power was dissipated through layer by layer, like a spring breeze blowing on one's face, posing no threat at all.

Upon seeing this, the four great monks who followed closely behind looked at each other with serious expressions, and then took the predetermined steps, corresponding to the positions of the stars in the sky.

A simple yet mysterious formation quietly appeared under their feet, golden runes flashed between heaven and earth, and a vast aura blessed them.

In an instant, the four great monks who were at the level of celestial grandmasters, with the help of the power of the stars, saw a surge in strength, reaching the peak of celestial grandmasters, the early stage of terrestrial immortals, and the middle stage of terrestrial immortals.

The combined strength of the four of them is enough to rival the most powerful immortals on earth. This is one of the foundations of the Pure Mind Zen Buddhism.

"interesting."

Pinching his chin and looking at the four holy monks thirty feet away, Shen Yuanliang seemed to be thinking about something, and a hint of enlightenment flashed in his bright eyes.

All major sects have their own formations, such as the Quanzhen Sect's Tiangang Beidou Formation, the Beggars' Sect's Dog Beating Formation, the Shaolin Temple's Eighteen Bronze Men Formation, etc., which use the power of the crowd to fight against martial arts masters.

If we can figure out the laws of this power, we can develop a more complex formation and use it in the army to connect all the soldiers.

"Qingdi Muhuang Gong."

After a moment, Shen Yuanliang had already figured out the cards of the four holy monks, so he was no longer polite. With his robes fluttering, he waved his hand casually, and endless vitality gathered into the Pure Thoughts Zen.

Under the authority of the Green Emperor and the magical powers of the Five Emperors, the flowers, plants and trees grew rapidly, becoming luxuriant and leafy, and then mutated, becoming fierce and aggressive, ready to devour anyone they chose.

A breeze blew by, and countless young leaves turned into sharp blades. With Shen Yuanliang's wave of his hand, they gathered into a green torrent, like a blue dragon across the sky.
The vast and endless sharp aura filled the area within a hundred miles. Everyone felt pain on their skin, as if they were being cut into pieces by a thousand knives.

"hold head high!!!"

A loud dragon roar was heard, and a green torrent swept in, directly submerging the four great monks, Abbot Liaokong and the remaining monks.

The rustling sound sounded like a beautiful piece of music in everyone's ears. Some sharp-eyed people in the martial arts world saw that the emerald green torrent was gradually stained with some spots of blood.

As time passed, under the azure blue sky, a giant red and green dragon rose into the sky, then floated in the wind, which was very sad and beautiful.

"Oh! How terrible!"

Among the crowd, Wanwan, who was barefoot and wearing an anklet, screamed, with a trace of fear in her grape-like eyes. Not only her, but also many experienced and experienced people in the martial arts world could not bear to watch, gasped, and screamed loudly.

The scene before my eyes was truly horrifying. Dozens of skeletons without a trace of flesh and blood, with their hearts pounding, stood between heaven and earth. It was even more terrifying than being cut into pieces.

The leading skeleton had red eyes and took his last breath. He took a few steps forward and said in a grim tone, "The ancestor will not let you go."

Just as he finished speaking, dozens of skeletons fell to the ground with a thud, their internal organs and eyeballs burst instantly, and pools of blood dyed the white jade square bright red, as if it were covered with a layer of carpet.

At this moment, the Jingnian Zen Sect was silent. No one dared to speak loudly. Many people even lowered their heads, muttering in their hearts, "You can't see me, you can't see me."

Compared to the Demon Sect, Shen Yuanliang was more frightening. The Pure Zen Sect that had lasted for hundreds of years was destroyed in an instant, and in such a cruel way, they could not help but feel fear in their hearts.

"Buzz!"

A dazzling white light flashed, and a three-inch flying sword suddenly flew dozens of miles and drew a long straight line in front of the gate of Jingnian Zen Sect.

It was like a needle prick, and the sharp sword energy lingered on it, turning the road into a chasm. Playing with the flying sword in his hand, Shen Yuanliang said with a smile: "Whoever dares to cross the line will bear the consequences."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Upon hearing this, many people in the martial arts world waved their hands and behaved like quails, no longer thinking of fishing in troubled waters, and the same went for the prestigious Yingui Sect.

No one wants to provoke Shen Yuanliang, the god of death!
Glancing around, Shen Yuanliang was like a young man from a noble family going out for an outing. He walked on the wet steps, step by step towards the dilapidated Jingnian Zen Sect, ready to collect his spoils.

Mine, mine, all mine!

At the same time, thousands of miles away, on the snow-capped Kunlun Mountains, a monk with a skinny face as thin as tree bark closed his eyes and rested, waiting beside a sky blue snow lotus.

He is the celestial monk of the Jingnian Zen sect, the ancestor mentioned by Abbot Liaokong, a great monk who is like an ascetic and is now over 300 years old.

The celestial monk who was in seclusion encountered an unexpected change in the world, and took this opportunity to make a breakthrough from his current realm, becoming a top immortal on earth and extending his life by hundreds of years.

In order to go further, the celestial monk measured the earth with his own footsteps, traveled all over the country, and finally stopped at Kunlun Mountain.

"Pfft!"

The celestial monk who was sitting cross-legged frowned, and a stream of bright red blood gushed out, forming a sharp contrast with the white snow and his one-foot-long white beard.

"Something happened to the Pure Mind Zen Sect."

A pair of vicissitudes of life eyes looked towards the direction of Luoyang Jingnian Zen Sect, and an ominous premonition surged in the monk's heart.

As the founder of the Pure Nian Zen Sect, Tian Seng enjoys 50% of the luck and can sense the good and bad fortune of the sect. At this moment, he cannot feel the aura of the Pure Nian Zen Sect. What this means is self-evident.

Thinking of this, a boundless rage filled his heart, his pale fists crackled, and his deep eyes emanated a cold light.

"Come on, come on."

The monk turned the Buddhist beads in his hand faster and faster for a while, and finally his anger gradually subsided. His ferocious face slowly became calm and kind.

There is still one day left before the thousand-year-old snow lotus in front of you blooms on the full-moon night. By then, by taking the thousand-year-old snow lotus and relying on the medicinal power of this elixir, it will be no problem to break through to immortality.

By then, any revenge can be taken!
(End of this chapter)