Above the Great Zen Temple arena, the situation was as precarious as fragile eggs.
Of course, this fragility was concerning Xinyuan's side. He hadn't anticipated that Yi Yeshu would be so difficult to deal with, repeatedly thwarting his trump cards, driving him to the edge of a cliff.
At this point, expelling the enemy was a pipe dream; the Ten Thousand Buddha Array was also teetering on collapse, and it was ti to make a choice.
A gleam flashed in Xinyuan's eyes, as he abruptly broke free of his Ten-foot Golden Body state and soared into the sky, arriving before the Pure Land gate which left only a narrow crack.
"Buddha and I are one—"
Yet again the "Buddha-Self Supre Skill," but Xinyuan's use of this skill at this mont carried an unclear aning.
The next mont, his purpose was revealed, as countless seven-colored threads extended from him, becoming tangible, even the monks below could clearly see the densely packed karma threads.
In tis past, only the Supre warriors or Master of Heavenly chanism could perceive the karma threads clearly, rely sensing their existence. But today, the karma line was visible to all—without a hint of concealnt.
Among those countless seven-colored threads, there were the rolling tides of mortal life and the myriad appearances of living beings. Xinyuan's Karma Wheel was, in fact, an abstract Xuan Xu Martial Arts, gathering the karma of all beings, honing the Divine Skill of Life and Death in the Palm.
In truth, Qing Yu still didn't understand how this Martial Arts was practiced. This was not so fantasy world with profound karma and reincarnation.
Not to ntion gathering the karma of all beings.
Before Xinyuan, neither the Great Zen Temple nor the entire Buddhist world, including Nalanda Temple, possessed this Karma Wheel Martial Arts.
But within Xinyuan, this Martial Arts erged just like this and was practiced.
At this mont, Xinyuan's face constantly morphed, now old, now young, now male, now female, reflecting the myriad appearances of all beings. Simultaneously, the karma threads swirled like a net, probing into the Pure Land, with an inexplicable glaze of light erging, seemingly absorbing sothing from the Pure Land.
"Yi Yeshu, you truly are a tenacious adversary, driving a humble monk to this point, leading to make this move, but this ends here."
Xinyuan's voice overlapped heavily, as if thousands speak simultaneously.
No, it wasn't an appearance; his face continually transford so swiftly that it blurred, manifesting countless faces speaking at once.
This mont of Xinyuan was extraordinarily strange, but he conveyed no sense of malevolence—rather a kind of divine solemnity.
"What's inside the Pure Land?"
"Retreat first."
Both Qing Yu and Yin Tianxia were seasoned worldly figures, sensing such bizarre scenes, they temporarily shelved thoughts of encircling Wula, quickly retreating.
Wula too halted his offense, with his Ten-foot Dharma Body turning to look at the Pure Land crack, lost in thought.
Whatever lay inside the Pure Land was unknown to these people of the Buddhists thousands of years later. According to the records, even those who followed the Buddha to establish Buddhism did not know what was in the Pure Land.
Records regarding the Pure Land were all fabricated by later generations, like the Seven Treasures Divine Tree and Miao Yin's Teachings—all spoken by later generations.
Previously, in the opened Pure Land gate, those present saw the images recorded in the scriptures, thinking the records were correct, but now, the Pure Land seed shrouded in mystery.
And judging by Xinyuan's appearance, he seed quite familiar with the Pure Land, as if he knew the things within it intimately.
"Xinyuan Abbot, you need to give this old monk an explanation." Wula flew forward, solemnly questioning.
He was a Supre being focused on the path of Divine Sense, an elder who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, he couldn't possibly not realize the current abnormalities.
Xinyuan was clearly hiding sothing, possibly playing an unsavory role in previous affairs.
"Matters of excess, we'll discuss later; for now, you should oversee the Great Formation, delaying the closure of the Pure Land gate."
As he spoke, the karma threads contracted, ultimately forming a light band linking Xinyuan and the Pure Land.
Subsequently, Xinyuan once again manifested the Ten-foot Golden Body, but this ti, it was imbued with a supre aura compared to before.
"Amitabha, Buddha's enemies and demon followers gathered here today, is to let this humble monk eliminate demons and protect the Dao."
With one palm pressing down, a golden great formation spread like a vast curtain, obscuring the sky, enveloping the world.
Fierce, unstoppable vastness—this palm, although not entirely different from before, was considerably beyond. The pressure of this strike was enough to rival the Sword Intent faced earlier from the Sword God.
"Ghost Cicada Six Breaks·Assistant Wheel Sky Burial."
Not holding back any longer, Qing Yu directly employed the Great Evil King, with ominous knife cries echoing, igniting the demon-Buddha fierce fla. He swung a horizontal cut, evil fire transford into blade, furiously eting the obscuring Buddha Palm.
Yin Tianxia too turned Qi into ice, consolidating into frost white ice blades, waving the blade to stir the devastating Yin Qi, severing vitality, "Taiyin Frozen Extre Blade."
"Boom—"
The three-sided attacks collided, erupting into an endless frenzy, air waves surged skyward, the rampant Qi Force assailed the Ten Thousand Buddha Array below, rocking it precariously, threatening its imminent toppling.
Seeing this, Wula did not hesitate, returning to the array once more, gathering the monks' power, steadying the Buddha Light Qi Shield.
"The situation isn't right, retreat."
Yin Tianxia transmitted to the demon followers, commanding their swift retreat.
Now in the face of such sudden changes, she and Qing Yu were undoubtedly capable of protecting themselves, but the demon followers were uncertain.
"Xin Du, take the others and lead the pursuit of the demon thieves, the Ten Thousand Buddha Array is enough to support the Pure Land gate for now."
Before the Floating Platform tower, Shi Jue's eyes shone with seven-colored brilliance, he turned towards Xin Du, head of Zheng Dao Hall, speaking in an authoritative tone.
The earlier gathering of all Buddhists was to open the Pure Land gate; now maintaining just a crack, with Wula returning to lead the formation, was adequate, also freeing the Divinity Realm forces.
Xin Du gazed into those eyes filled with seven-colored light, seemingly seeing the shadow of Xinyuan within them, holding steady for a mont before grabbing the Buddha Sword beside him, rising with a proclamation "Xin Hai, Xin Hui, along with several Buddhist friends, join this humble monk in the demon-suppressing."
Xin Hui and Xin Zhi, respectively, heads of the Mahayana Institute and Precepts Hall, undoubtedly within the Divinity Realm. Adding several others, they already comprised a formidable force.
Previously, the demon followers had infiltrated the Great Zen Temple so smoothly because most experts were in the Ten Thousand Buddha Array, now free, it was different.
Several took leave from the Ten Thousand Buddha Array, leading over a thousand monks in pursuit of the demon followers, unfolding a feast of slaughter.
anwhile, the intense clash in the sky was temporarily resolving, Qing Yu and Yin Tianxia together—all it would take against the Sword God—two Sword Forces broke through the Buddha Palm, striking directly at the Ten-foot Golden Body.
"Vajra Wisdom Buddha Seal."
Xinyuan sealed with each hand, reaching out to intercept the Sword Gang, the Vajra Seal Decision and Sword Force clashed, emitting piercing friction sounds, further radiating countless sparks.
Astonishingly, Xinyuan forcibly intercepted the Sword Gang, though his Golden Body cracked, he indeed endured the two's attack.
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