Chapter 172 Dream Space
"kill!"
Although Saint Zhunti was extremely angry, he was not carried away by the anger. Instead, he became calmer. He could clearly feel that the realm of the Demon Lord of All Tribulations seemed to be one level higher than his.
How can this be? You know, he is now the first level saint, and if the Demon Lord of All Tribulations is really one level higher than him, wouldn't he be the second level Hunyuan?
How can this be? You know, he Zhunti has been a saint for hundreds of thousands of years, but now he is only trapped in the first level of the saint. However, the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations has just broken through, but he directly crossed the first level and became the second level. This is It's so amazing that it's unbelievable.
Saint Zhunti felt heavy in his heart and did not dare to be careless. A strange light flashed in his eyes. He stepped forward through the layers of void and came to the sight of the Demon Lord of All Tribulations.
Suppressing the heaviness in his heart, the strange fluctuations in Saint Zhunti's eyes suddenly increased tens of thousands of times, like two black holes, trying to suck everything in.
boom!
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations only felt his soul trembling, as if it was about to leave him and be swallowed by the black hole. He instantly thought of Saint Zhunti's method of enlightenment in his dream, his eyes flickered, and he began to think about it. He gave up resistance and felt a trance, and he appeared in a strange space.
In this space, it is infinitely large and splendid. Various halls are lined up in rows. You can see them everywhere. Various temples have many monks inside. They are all wearing cassocks and reciting scriptures silently. Saint Zhunti turned into a big Buddha and sat on the cloud platform. , on him, the Buddha's light is endless, and the sound of Sanskrit is lingering, as if he is singing, but also as if he is praising...
This is a great Buddhist country.
And I don’t know how many Buddhist countries there are in this space.
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations appeared in a grand hall, and his spiritual consciousness touched it, but it was only vaguely there. At the highest point above the hall, Saint Zhunti sat high, and below, stood various Bodhisattvas, Arhat, Dharma protector and other monks all immediately set their sights on the Demon Lord of All Tribulations.
Without fear, the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations felt the existence of his own strength while looking at this strange Buddhist space.
This should be the method of enlightenment in dreams, which can pull people's consciousness into a strange space, and can also bring their own magic power to engage in a duel between spirit and magic power.
Although he can exert his own strength here, he is subject to great restrictions. This will happen to everyone, because this is not his own field, and the space here is only dominated by Zhunti.
In this way, almost no one can be his opponent here.
"Bold devil, why don't you kneel down when you see my Buddha? Kneel down!"
A hollow but soul-stirring voice sounded in the mind of the All-Tribulations Demon Lord. At the same time, a seemingly ethereal but ethereal mysterious force penetrated to force the All-Tribulation Demon Lord to kneel down.
"Put down your butcher knife, become a Buddha immediately, and realize my way. Enter my Buddha door, take refuge in my Buddha, kneel down...take refuge..."
"Put down the butcher's knife, become a Buddha on the spot, and realize my way, like my Buddha, take refuge in my Buddha, kneel down...take refuge..."
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The sound was continuous, with thick Buddhist Sanskrit sounds, echoing continuously in the hall, hollow, but every sound hit the depths of the listening soul.
A call from the depths of the soul reaches the consciousness of the Demon Lord. An illusory and mysterious force is eroding the magic power of the Demon Lord, eroding his consciousness, and constantly calling for the Demon Lord to crawl on his knees. Come down, pray and worship, and even kneel down and sacrifice your life. Only in this way can you achieve the great path and become a Buddha and an ancestor.
A strong sense of piety arose in the heart of the Demon Lord of All Tribulations, and he even knelt down to worship. He was calm on the surface, but deep inside he was like boiling oil. This kind of terrifying power rushed in, trying to convert his heart. If it were a person with a slightly weaker cultivation and ambition, he might have prostrate himself on the ground and convert to Buddhism.
How determined is the determination of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations. As a Demon Lord, he cultivates the calamity energy. The daily training with the calamity energy has already honed his consciousness to be as hard as iron and cannot be shaken. In addition, the calamity energy he cultivated happened to be somewhat incompatible with this mysterious power. For a while, even the mysterious power of transformation was unable to defeat him.
"I am a Demon Lord, and I am born to be the enemy of you bald men. It is a joke to convert to Buddhism! I think you might as well all join my Demonic Sect! Hahaha..."
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations had an expressionless face, sneered, and then burst into laughter. His voice was arrogant and spread throughout the hall, lingering for a long time.
"You are so impudent and bold, you dare to hit my Buddha, let me catch you!"
Seeing that the voice could not seduce the Demon Lord of All Tribulations, many eminent monks in the hall took action one after another, trying to conquer him with force and make him surrender.
"Hmph! If you bully the few with more, who is afraid of whom?"
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations snorted coldly, and then waved his big hand, and the demonic energy around him gurgled out, crossing the hall, instantly turning the magnificent hall into a smog, and the demonic energy soared into the sky. Then, this overwhelming demonic energy instantly transformed into various kinds of tribulation demons, flying into the sky and on the ground, fighting with the monks in the hall.
Soldier against soldier, against general!
However, the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations cast his gaze on Saint Zhunti on the high platform and sneered:
"Isn't the saint taking action yet?"
"Good thing. Now that the Demon Lord is ready, I'm not welcome to do it."
On the high platform, the voice of Saint Zhunti came. After the voice fell, Saint Zhunti, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, slowly opened his eyes at this moment. Inexplicable pressure came, and his eyes shot out with extremely bright light. The whole space suddenly trembled.
At this moment, Saint Zhunti seemed to be the master of heaven and earth, able to easily control the entire space.
The Buddha's light that filled the sky became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a huge "卍" Buddha seal. During the rotation, a vast and vast force of heaven suddenly suppressed the seal of the Demon Lord of All Tribulations.
"Namo Zhunti Buddha Mother, the Dharma is boundless!"
At the same time, in this strange space, countless voices praising the Buddha came from all directions, and countless descendants of the Buddha were worshiping the Buddha.
"Boom!"
The power of countless faiths gathered together and merged into the huge "卍" rune, causing the power to greatly increase and the Buddha's light to shine.
"Hmph! Saint Zhunti, you deserve to be a saint, he actually created such a dream magic. However, your magic power cannot grow indefinitely. If it exceeds the endurance of your body, your body will explode. Then your thoughts will become rootless duckweeds and cannot last forever. Moreover, you are so whimsical that you actually created a kingdom of hundreds of millions of Buddhas in your dream. The people in the kingdom are all Buddhists and provide you with countless beliefs. ”
"However, these beliefs are all illusory. They are only useful in dreams. Hey, you think you can suppress me with these alone. How ridiculous!"
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations sneered, his face full of disdain.
"False and false, real and false! What's the difference? For you and me, this place is illusory, but for the countless Buddha's sons and descendants here, they are real, but you are It’s false. They thrive in this dream space and think they are real. At least, I can suppress you with the power of these beliefs.”
"Joke! If you really reach the point where you can turn the imaginary into reality, you may really be able to suppress me. It's not that I look down on you, but with your first-level cultivation as a saint, you are still far from reaching that state? Do you want to? Suppress me, you can't even dream of success!"
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations sneered, and slashed diagonally with the magic knife in his hand, tearing the space, distorting time and space, and breaking the "swastika" seal. At the same time, he himself continued to kill Zhunti.
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