"bite!"

The sound of the bell is chaotic. I read the book and the book

The already crazy demons became even more crazy and began to kill each other, slashing at all living things in front of them.

The abbot of Yangon left the monks and rushed into the battlefield. He followed the direction of the bell sound and searched desperately, as if he was crazy.

"Where?"

The monks in the Jiuzhou world had never heard of the name of the White Bone Bodhisattva, but they instinctively felt blasphemy, so they regarded her as a Buddha's enemy.

However, as a second-fruit Arhat, the abbot of Yangon was not thinking about these two words, but looking for an answer.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva! Why, why do you betray my Buddha!"

He felt extremely sad and his face became old. He neither dared nor could he regard that person as his enemy.

"Didn't you make a great vow to turn the world into a pure land of bliss?"

The first person in Pure Land Sect passed on Mahayana Buddhism. He ascended the Arhat fruit as a bhikkhun, and obtained the wordless scriptures passed down by the Buddha. It was once the glory of the entire Buddhist sect and even the Pure Land Sect.

If you succeed in the eight heavenly tribulations, you will be the first mortal to attain the Bodhisattva’s fruit since the four great Bodhisattvas.

Above the nine heavens, the six paths of the Buddha, the attention of the Buddhist sect, but the bones are waiting for, and the four poisonous oaths are: the boundless sentient beings are vowed to kill, the endless troubles are vowed to destroy, the infinite Buddhist sect vow to destroy, and the supreme Buddhist path is vowed to eliminate.

The Buddha was sad and shocked, and the foundation of Pure Land Sect was shaken, and it has not been restored until today. Many monks from Pure Land Sect were confused, and their cultivation has stopped from then on.

Even if the flesh and blood soul is burned out by fire and will never be reborn, he must ask, what is the purpose of this?

However, when he finally found the source of the bell, only a small skeleton demon appeared, holding the bell, and smirking and jumping on his heads.

After turning his head halfway, Yangon's abbot also appeared, squatting on the head of a crazy demon king. Two pale flames in his eye sockets were staring at him with his head tilted, as if asking, "What are you looking for?"

"You're not"

The abbot of Yangon recovered and realized something strange. The Samadhi Bone Fire was carefully controlled, but only burned the demons and not the humans. This was really strange. Even the Bone Heir was too strange. If the legendary Bone Way was "distinguishing good and evil" like this, what else could be blamed?

In the chaotic battlefield, in the sound of the bell that urged the soul to capture the soul, he folded his hands together and bowed to the ground: "If you are the descendant of the White Bone, please make clear the reason. I will die without regrets."

"Monk?" The only trace of reason that the Demon King Beast was overwhelmed by anger and rushed towards the abbot of Yangon, with sharp teeth and a fishy storm storm.

The Ming King descended from the sky, slashed the huge head of the demon king's beast with one sword, and rolled to the front of the Abbot Yangon. The skeleton demon stepped on it like a roller, and he didn't care about laughing strangely. After finally stopping, Ang spit out a mouthful of Samadhi White Bone Fire at the Abbot Yangon.

The abbot of Yangon waved away the Ming King, without dodging or blocking his eyes, and his eyes were firm. The pale flame rushed in front of him, and when it was about to burn his eyebrows, it formed sixteen words in the air:

"Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color. Form is emptiness, emptiness is color."

"Heart Sutra!" Yangon's abbot was stunned. But he saw that the skeleton demon had already left, the sound of the bell went away, and chaos spread.

The abbot of Yangon frowned and thought hard. The Ming King protected the Dharma for him and kept killing the demons.

In the semi-dried river channel, the bones are half buried in the mud and sand.

Xiao An thought to himself: "Fount this monk first to avoid causing trouble. If those mortals are burned, Qingshan will definitely be unhappy." Although it is not easy to determine the difference between mortals and demons, she would not want to make him sad if it were not forbidden.

With a group of skeleton demons as their eyes, she carefully controls the Samadhi White Bone Fire, sometimes gathering, sometimes spreading, sometimes rising, sometimes falling.

Gathering like a white lotus blooming, swallowing up the demon generals and the more powerful beings such as the demon generals and demons; scattering like rain in the sky, sprinkling on countless demons.

Ascend to the sky, it rushes into the sky like pale hands, grabs the monster flying in the air; as it descends into the soil, seeps into the water, and even the deep white bones buried deep in the battlefield burn out.

She also always pays attention to Li Qingshan's movements.

With a bang, his brain burst. "Jiaowu" tried his best to squeeze Li Qingshan's head.

Tu Wancheng said viciously: "Look at you still don't die!"

"Jiaowu" laughed wildly at the sky, and his voice shook the world.

"Qingshan!" Xiao An sat up.

Everyone of the true disciples changed their color, and when he returned strongly, he could not resist the weak "南时".

The headless Li Qingshan punched "Zhiwu" in the face, shattering its smile.

Li Qingshan was not dead, with a trace of flesh and blood, pieces of bones, and his broken heads condensed again, and even a drop of blood was lost, and there was no shortage of a single head.

Tu Wancheng's laughter froze.

The Mad Flower Sword Soul laughed: "This idiot, don't you know what the 'Asura immortal body' means?"

Under the care of the blood-colored vortex, Li Qingshan is almost the real Asura Emperor. The so-called "Asura immortal body" is not only resurrected after death, but also a true immortal body. Not to mention the burst of the head, even if the whole body explodes, it can be reunited instantly.

Only the consumption of power is still a problem, and he will die after exhaustion. However, there are endless earth and the power of the Bull Demon divine power.

The two are united and they create a true immortal body.

It seems that Asura Dao is showing his kindness to him. Come on, taste it first and then buy it. Asura Dao is your destination.

Li Qingshan smiled and said, "I can't kill me, go to death!" A head hammer hit the body of "Zhiwu". With a crack, the sky spirit shattered and didn't care about it.

He used this trick "Niu Demon's Top Horn" well, and only "Tiger Demon's Heart" can be compared with it. Even if he loses the bull horn, he is not afraid. The sky spirit cap can also be used to hit people, and it can also inject more shock power!

"Zhiwu" staggered, and Tu Wancheng was furious and attacked Li Qingshan madly: "I want to kill you! Kill you!"

During this stormy attack, Li Qingshan's head was blown up again, his body collapsed and cracked one by one, almost crushed into meat paste. The one-eyed "Zhiwu" shot out a magic light, cutting him in half from the middle.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Li Qingshan laughed at the same time with his mouth, and simply gave up all defenses, attacked wildly, danced wildly, and slashed at the "Zhiwu".

The sword wind flew wildly, and it was as red as fire. Most of the time, he was a monster without a complete human form. The crazy laughter in his mouth was not as if it could be seen by humans. Instead, it seemed to come from the blood-colored vortex in the sky, constantly shaking the arrogant and tough spirit of "Jiaowu".

Xiao An lay down with peace of mind again.

Everyone was stunned. Wan Jianfeng thought to himself: "My sword may not be able to kill such a person." He asked Dai Mengfan again: "Senior sister, should we help?"

Dai Mengfan sighed: "This is no longer something we can intervene, so let's stay away!" Look at this situation, it's just a matter of time before Li Qingshan overwhelms "the slap". If they catch up with the help, not only will they not be able to help much, but they may be pulled over, which is not worth it.

The ground battlefield is in full swing, and the morale of the soldiers is rising, and the continuous advancement is constantly coming, and the torrent of steel is unstoppable. They no longer need their help.

He gave a big sigh of relief and showed a relieved smile. As expected, Guihai Lingzun was still far-sighted. Thanks to this son, even if half of the people fell here, they might not be able to win. No, they would definitely lose.

"God's will!" Letian's face was radiant, his head turned white and black, and his face disappeared: "Several brothers, but I still lost, I was convinced. Without waiting for thirty years, if this battle ends, he will be a true disciple, maybe he will be the eldest brother!"

Ke Xin was so impressed: "Miss Yaozhu really has good eyesight!" Such a person is not only limited by the human emperor, but even the previous senior brother Lin Xuan is not as good as that. If she could become a Taoist couple, she would be willing to marry.

The war has reached its last moment, and the shadow of terror seems to be dissipating.

However, at the same time, the demon emperors who heard Yingzhe's words were all shocked.

The "Twelve Capitals Heavenly Demon Formation" can create the incarnation of the demon god through the totem pole, which contains the spiritual will of the demon god, but has no independent consciousness and is controlled by the master-controlled demon emperor.

With the strength of Tu Wancheng, it is actually extremely difficult to control such a huge power. The troops commanded by each Demon Emperor or Human Emperor are basically around 500,000, which is the limit.

Therefore, "Zhiwu" has extremely powerful power, so far, it has only had three moves of "one slap, one step, one glaring", which is even simpler and mindless than ordinary people fighting, but has not even exerted one-third of its combat power.

Yingzhe’s so-called invitation to the real demon god is not the person who comes in person, but rather the idea of ​​the demon god being summoned and injected into the incarnation of the demon god. In an instant, twelve points of combat power can be revealed, even higher, because the methods of the true gods are unimaginable to them, such as the "mortal demons".

However, even the Demon Kings do not want to see this situation. The Demon God may not be summoned first. They are not cats and dogs on call. There are countless important things that they need to think about and deal with. Such a "local war" may not be worth their distraction. Winning a victory in a corner of the chess game may be the price of a global defeat.

Secondly, even if the demon god responds to the summons, there is a sacrifice, that is, a demon emperor, that is, the Tu Wancheng in the body of "Zhiwu". The twelve demon gods are all moody, and even if they may not be able to bear the consequences of casual disturbance.

The Demon Kings exchanged colors and thought to themselves: "This old guy planned to summon the consciousness of the demon god from the beginning and offer "Tu Wancheng" as a sacrifice. Are you not afraid that the demon god will take his anger on him? It is indeed worthy of being the Chaos lineage! No matter how far-sighted the surface is, he is still a madman in his bones."

"Fellow Daoist Yingzhe is right! Tu Wancheng is a waste and should have taken him to sacrifice long ago."

Yingzhe said: "Since you're going to start! The winner is here!"

"The victory or defeat is here."

The core of the formation of the "Twelve Capitals Heavenly Demon Formation" is flickering,

Tu Wancheng felt a stern heart, as if a disaster was coming, and suddenly: "Yingzhe, you are not allowed to do so."

A bunch of consciousness descended from the sky and penetrated through the sea of ​​consciousness, destroying all his will. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!