I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years - Chapter 348

day to day.

Bailian recites the scriptures, continuously pulling the Wangchuan River.

A small stream has accumulated in the light river, flowing at the bottom of the river, and there are countless true spirits in the stream.

Zhouyi looks tired, whoever urges such a huge formation for half a year, the mana is not dry, the soul will be numb

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“White Lotus, how long will it take?”

“The stream can reach hundreds of feet before the Wangchuan River can be forcibly drawn.”

When Bai Lian was speaking, the chanting sound continued. At this time, there were two evil Buddhas at the junction of the river and the river.

One man and one woman, sitting in a cross and standing, one in sorrow and bliss.

Chanting at the same time, the efficiency is doubled.

Zhouyi glanced at the river bottom and streams, and calculated with his fingers, it would be almost the same in one month.

Mozi has already completed refining, and the entire underground mansion is integrated. .

The yin and yang bottle mouth is the boundary. The upper underworld is centered on the Yanluo Temple, expanding the temples and divisions in all directions, and the lower level is the eighteenth hell, which is connected by the blood river, and the focus is on the soul sea and the demon-slashing platform.

Such a large project can only be completed in just a few months with Mozi’s ten million clone.

One month, fleeting.

The stream at the bottom of the Guanghe River is already a hundred feet long.

Bai Lian suddenly felt in his heart, smiled, and retracted the bodhisattva into his body.

“Zhou benefactor, big things will be done! After this disaster, I will open up an unprecedented great cause, super **** and ancestor, infinite…”

“Don’t sharpen your chirp, speed!”

Zhouyi’s voice fell, urging the formation of the ban, controlling the Bailiguang River to move slowly to Wangchuan River.

Bai Lian slowly put away the photo stone, but it was a pity that after half a year of thinking about it, he couldn’t say all of it. There is a precious image missing in the history of a million years later.

At this time, Guanghe had already contacted the banks of Wangchuan River, and the muddy Yellow River washed by water, and the array prohibition light suddenly dimmed.

to draw a drop of river water is completely incomparable with fighting against a hundred miles of waves.

“Look at the methods of poor monks!”

Bai Lian did not dare to hesitate, this last step was not done well, it suspected that Zhouyi directly urged the Six Soul Banner.

“Forget Chuanhe, set!”

With an order, the white lotus throne shone brightly, blooming infinite Buddha light, covering the banks of Wangchuan River.

Wangchuan River was suddenly calm, Guanghe took this opportunity to begin to merge with reality instead of virtual.

hum!

The heavens and the earth are shaking, and the will of heaven is born in the dark, and this must be stopped.

The thunderbolt, the sky, the fire and the wind, the demons are full of hearts, the world is tired of… all kinds of punishments fall, and even the two of them can’t shake their minds.

Wow!

A long river that stretches for an endless distance, does not know where it comes from, and where it is difficult to stop flowing, manifests in the underworld.

The long river of hundreds of miles that Zhouyi and Bai Lian jointly settled is just an inaccessible section of the Wangchuan River.

The vast and vast river shook slightly, and it spread to the branches and stormy waves. It was difficult to hold the throne of white lotus alone.

“Amitabha!”

Bailian Gaoxuan Buddha, the body collapsed only a little bit of aura, and it jumped into the Wangchuan River.

The true spirit had no throne for blessing, and was immediately submerged in the rough river water.

“White lotus?”

Zhou Yi exclaimed, it doesn’t matter if you are dead, don’t delay the event of poverty.

The voice did not fall.

The Buddha’s light bloomed from the river water and turned into countless figures. There were sacrifices with feathers, monks in red and purple robes, Taoists in gold and silver robes, scholars, farmers, high officials, and beggars…

Countless figures overlapped, with solemn expressions, while reciting scriptures, praising the white lotus.

From ancient times to the present, from temples to rivers and lakes, hundreds of millions of prayers sounded, dull, pious, fanatical, and even greedy. They gathered together and turned into continuous buzzing whispers, which made people manic and crazy.

The believers just started to call various names, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and others, until they converged into one name.

Venerable Ananda!

Baili Wangchuan River, the waves are extremely calm, like encountering extreme cold and ice,

“This guy is so loud!”

Zhou Yi sighed secretly. Before he even cut Bailian III, he always felt that this man was a parallel importer, and it broke out at this time to live up to the Buddha’s name.

took advantage of this opportunity to control the formation, Guanghe quickly merged with Wangchuanhe.

The two river bars, one real and the other imaginary, were originally exactly the same, but at this time they overlapped and merged exactly.

Wangchuan River has never been subjected to such imprisonment since the opening of the world. Even if it was suppressed by the white lotus, it began to shake slightly.

“Donor Zhou, don’t want to grind the chirp again!”

Bai Lian repeatedly reminded that the burning of the original beliefs had fixed Wangchuan River, and every moment of loss made her heartache.

“Extremely sorry, I was just suffocated by the daoist gods!”

Zhouyi grabbed the six soul flags and inserted them in the middle of Wangchuan River. With this supreme treasure suppressed, Wangchuan River suddenly became quiet.

At this time, the two rivers are just the fusion of reality and reality, and they are not integrated into one. However, there are hundreds of meters of refined streams at the bottom of the river, and on this basis, they began to continuously transform the Wangchuan River.

From the beginning, the goal set was erosion and transformation. No one can refine Baili Wangchuan River instantly.

The white lotus jumped out of the river and landed on the throne. The spiritual energy converged and condensed into a Dharmakaya, feeling the slowly transforming Wangchuan River, with a smile on his face.

turned his head to look at Zhou Yi, put his hands together, and said slowly.

“Zhou’s donor is really the son of destiny, and it will become an unprecedented cause!”

Zhouyi arched his hands and said: “Relying on the magical powers of the Taoist friends, the poor Tao just produced some mana and treasures.”

“Long time forever, countless people conspired to reincarnation authority. Ancient gods and people, great power and peerless. Buddha and master, original six ways. The formation of reincarnation created by poor monks, the mysticism is not in the top ten.”

Bai Lian looked at the six soul flags and the prominent name on it, and slowly said: “However, they all failed. The core is to suppress the Wangchuan River without the supreme treasure.”

“This flag is predestined with fellow Taoists!”

Zhouyi didn’t turn his face right away, after all, he hadn’t completely controlled the power of reincarnation.

In case Bailian has a back hand, wouldn’t it be a waste of all previous efforts? And seeing the scene of the white lotus outbreak. At this time, if you fight for luck or be unsafe, you will soon become the lord of reincarnation, except for the righteous **** of the demon court, who will worship and die!

Bai Lian said: “The poor monk has heard about it. The day the netherworld is built, is the poor monk dying?”

“Master is too worried, you and I will reincarnate together, and we will support each other in the future!”

Zhouyi had a sincere face when he spoke, as if he were real.

“Amitabha!”

Bai Lian proclaimed the Buddha’s name and stopped talking.

Wangchuan River’s transformation has changed from slow to fast. With more and more river water for refining, the speed increases exponentially.

So another half month passed.

A long river of hundreds of miles, flowing in the underworld, the water of the Yellow River becomes real.

Zhouyi stretched out his hand and fished it. There are tens of thousands of true spirits in the river in his palm. This section of Baili Wangchuan River has been completely refined.

“Friends, it’s time for you to take action next.”

“Good!”

Mozi nodded slightly, pinched the magic formula with his hands, and dragged the Wangchuan River through the Yanluo Temple, following the inscriptions of the profound and mysterious prohibition, flowing to the judge hall, and then to Tichasi…

Wangchuan River flows once in the upper layer of the underground palace, enters the lower layer through the entrance, and turns along the blood river through eighteen hells, and merges into the soul sea.

The sea of ​​soul contains countless remnants of souls, and it feels the true spirit in the Wangchuan River, as if smelling the supreme deliciousness~www.mtlnovel.com~ rushing towards it frantically.

Wow!

The river flows, drowning the remnant soul and taking away the true spirit contained in it.

Following the Wangchuan River passing through the Soul Sea, and returning to the Yan Luo Temple, Mozi’s inscription inscribed in the underground palace is forbidden, and it lights up at the same time, and the entire Nether underground palace shines with dazzling mysterious light.

hum! Hum! Hum!

The underworld kept shaking, and the attic of the palace that originally existed in reality gradually became illusory and transparent.

Yan Luo Temple first disappeared, and then the entire netherworld was transformed into nothingness. After disappearing for a while, it gradually manifested itself as it was.

The Yin Soldier who lives in it, the evil spirit Li Gui who is being punished, feels like he has changed the world.

……

Beyond the ghost.

The Xuanhuang clone of Zhouyi suddenly looked up.

In front of it should be the Ghost Gate, and the Netherworld hidden by the Great Yin Array.

At this time, it was empty, and there were bottomless pits on the ground, as if there was a great force to move the underworld away.

“Reality turns into illusion?”

Zhouyi carefully sensed the yin and yang avatar, feeling a bit similar to the sky separated by the sun, moon and cave, and it seemed to be farther away.

faintly guessed in his heart, after the Netherworld was merged with Wangchuan River, it changed illusory and became a world of its own!

Zhou Yi looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

“The demon court is the heaven, the center is the human world, and the underworld is the underworld. Since then, the three realms have been preliminarily determined! As for the ghost world, since it has fallen behind the times, it should be merged into the underworld and under the jurisdiction of the underworld…”