Eighth Heaven.
Pei Qing stepped in with one step.
"boom!!"
As soon as he stepped in, vast bursts of chanting came from the entire eighth heaven.
If you observe carefully, you can see that in the entire eighth layer of heaven, there are many figures standing impressively. Each one of them is a majestic figure standing tall and tall.
These figures are all of a famous Buddhist arhat.
These Arhats were wearing cassocks and chanting scriptures.
When reciting the "Rebirth Mantra", every word and every sound contains incomparable power.
"Amitabha, donor, please stay!!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded, and an Arhat in red robes stood up, his eyes filled with compassion, appearing in front of Pei Qing.
He stretched out his right arm and intercepted it in front of him.
"You have killed too many people and are burdened with karma. It is better to take refuge in me, the Buddha, before you have time to save yourself. Don't persist in it. Otherwise, you will fall into the devil's path and you will regret it for the rest of your life."
The red-robed arhat spoke, his words full of kindness, admonishing Pei Qing, and seemed to sincerely hope to convert him.
Pei Qing glanced indifferently and said, "I have done too much killing and I don't want to be an evil monk. Please get out of my way."
"If the poor monk insists that you stay."
When the red-robed Arhat heard this, he shook his head and had no intention of moving. Instead, he continued: "After the eighth heaven, you will have no chance to look back."
Pei Qing said calmly: "My sword tells me, don't force things in the world. My sword heart tells me, the road is in my hands!"
brush! !
After the words fell, he waved his hand with a sword. This sword did not have any dazzling moves, it was just an ordinary and casual slash without any skills, not even swordsmanship moves were used.
But this sword has a special rhythm.
This is the path of kendo.
"Amitabha."
There was a hint of regret on the face of the red-robed Arhat, and he shook his head and said: "Since you are stubborn, I will let the poor monk personally send you to hell."
After saying that, he raised his hand, and all the Arhats in the sky took action, and they all attacked Pei Qing.
These Arhats have different levels of strength, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are extremely powerful physically, and various Buddhist secrets have appeared one after another.
Pei Qing didn't pay attention and just lightly stepped forward. In an instant, swords all over the sky passed by him and headed towards the group of Arhats.
He climbed up step by step, and with every step he took, a wisp of sword energy spurted out from his body.
The sword energy is extremely sharp and penetrates the void.
Those golden Arhats were not strong enough to resist, and were torn apart on the spot.
The sword energy was rampant, killing all the Arhats like a beast.
There was nothing they could do to stop Pei Qing's progress. Even if Bodhisattvas joined forces, it would still be of no avail.
"How can this be."
A golden Arhat let out a horrified roar. Although their fighting power was weak, they were numerous in number. Together, they were almost invincible. However, at this moment, they were killed in an instant.
This scene was like a nightmare, unbelievable.
"Is this the Sword Immortal?"
A look of shock appeared in the eyes of an Arhat.
The offensive methods displayed by Pei Qing were so powerful that they couldn't help but think of the riot when the three great swordsmen broke into the ninth heaven.
At this moment, a Buddhist monk who had attained the status of Bodhisattva took action, holding a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, and struck Pei Qing's head like lightning.
His speed was very fast, and the magic pestle roared through the air.
"Ten of Swords Sky Burial!"
Pei Qing murmured softly and flicked his wrist.
The sword energy burst out, and the Bodhisattva immediately felt an extremely sharp edge coming towards his face, as if his entire soul was about to collapse. In the face of this edge, there was no resistance at all.
puff! !
The sword energy penetrated his chest, and a blood mark appeared. Then, he saw a sword lotus growing on his chest, blooming with brilliant divine flowers and exuding the breath of death.
At this moment, the Bodhisattva fully understood how overbearing Pei Qing's attack methods were.
"Amitabha, it's a sin, it's a sin, I know it's wrong."
There was a bitter look on the corner of the Bodhisattva's mouth, and after slowly uttering a word, his figure turned into flying ashes and disappeared.
"The Bodhisattva has reincarnated?"
"How can this be?"
"This mortal is too scary!"
"Can he really ascend to the ninth heaven?"
"He only used one sword!"
The golden Arhats all looked horrified. They did not expect that the Bodhisattva would fall in the hands of a mortal, and they did not even have a chance to escape.
"kill him!"
I don't know who shouted, and in an instant, a golden Arhat once again burst out with terrifying fighting power.
This time, there were hundreds of them.
They were densely packed and overwhelming, heading towards Pei Qing.
For a moment, Pei Qing seemed to be in a desperate situation.
But he didn't panic at all. He still walked gently and moved forward step by step. With every step he took, a golden Arhat fell at his feet.
He did not draw his sword because there were millions of sword weapons surrounding him.
The sword moves with the heart, one sword and one arhat, one step and one killing step.
When we first arrived at Tianmen, which slowly approached the ninth heaven, there was nothing around us. No one dared to approach, and those golden Arhats were all destroyed.
"Amitabha."
Suddenly, the sound of a Buddha's chant came out, and they saw a monk wearing cassocks sitting cross-legged on a throne at the Nine Heavenly Gate. He looked at Pei Qing, his eyes were slightly closed, and he spoke the truth.
Buzz! !
The moment he spoke, countless Sanskrit sounds sounded from all directions in the west,
Beside him, endless Sanskrit words condensed into an ancient totem.
The totems were carved with various lifelike Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats. Each one had a different expression, and seemed to come to life and move towards Pei Qing's suppression.
Boom! !
At the same time, Pei Qing felt that his whole body was sinking, as if he was carrying a huge burden and was struggling.
"Amitabha, donor, this road is blocked!"
The monk spoke again. He opened his eyes, and two golden beams of light shot out, staring at Pei Qing.
"Get out of here."
Pei Qing shouted coldly, his whole body filled with sword energy soaring into the sky, and the millions of sword weapons behind him instantly moved out and swept towards the monk.
The monk faced these swords and did not dodge or resist. He just sat there and let the swords hit his body.
"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust..."
As the monk chanted, endless runes appeared on the surface of his body, and his aura became ethereal, as if he did not exist in the world.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
No matter how many swords hit his body, they would be instantly ejected.
"Amitabha!"
"The donor should leave, otherwise, don't blame me, the Buddha, for being so compassionate and causing the donor to disappear into ashes."
The monk stood there, and as he spoke, a vast Buddhist power burst out from him, and a huge Buddhist seal fell from the sky, pressing down on Pei Qing.
While persuading people to leave, at the same time, he kills them!
