"Destroy the Jialan Sect?!"
Liao Nan shouted: "Thousand years, thousand years!
Jialan Sect has been inherited for more than a thousand years, far longer than those so-called aristocratic families.
Countless Buddhist dharma and wisdom have been destroyed by your hands.
You are the devil!"
"Cough, cough."
In the main hall, the old scholar coughed twice and had no intention of replying. He just looked outside the hall looking crazy and troubled.
This gesture only aroused the anger of the enemy even more.
He stood up slowly and roared: "Your wife and children are dead, and you feel that you have no way to redress your grievances.
But should the nearly 10,000 monks and 8,000 pilgrims of the Jialan Sect all die? Do they all deserve to become demons?
The evil ghost demands his life, but the injustice has its own owner and the debtor has its owner.
If you release the Demon Buddha, it will harm not only the Jialan Sect, but also the entire Fenzhou and even the Central Plains!"
"...me,"
The old scholar said with difficulty, "I don't care."
After being stunned for a moment, the other party's eyes were extremely clear. There was no hatred of seeing the enemy, or the joy of getting revenge, nor any sympathy for the innocent dead.
For the old scholar, when his wife and children died and he tried to redress his grievances to no avail, his heart died.
Don't care about anyone or anything.
The so-called precious Dharma, innocent people, fellow countrymen, family and country,
These empty concepts can no longer make him worry about anything.
Plop.
The enlightened abbot in front of him completely knelt down on his knees.
The arms, as thin as rotten bamboo, snapped and flipped backwards with a click, revealing pale bone stubble.
However, the Demon Buddha on the opposite side did not pursue further. Instead, as if he felt something, he turned his head and looked towards the back mountain.
Sui——
The sound of breaking through the air was too urgent and too fast,
I saw an afterimage flashing by,
Accompanied by a loud and muffled sound,
The demon with horns on its head, scales on its body, and thorns and a long tail ran headlong into the demon Buddha.
Knock the latter out hard.
Smoke and dust filled the air, demonic energy surged, bricks and tiles sputtered, and beams and columns collapsed.
The exquisite pavilions built by the Jialan Sect with countless money were knocked down and destroyed without mercy. If there is a doctor of architecture from the academy here, he will definitely feel heartbroken and lament.
But Li Ang couldn't care about that. He grabbed the devil's neck with his left hand and pressed it into the ground.
The demon Buddha's face was shaken, and he opened his mouth, "Roar——"
Before the magic sound took shape, Li Ang punched out the demon Buddha's face, knocking the magic sound back.
Boom, boom, boom!
Under the continuous heavy punches, the crack in the center of the demon Buddha's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and the demonic energy gushing out of his body became stronger and stronger.
The ethereal black mist suddenly condensed and gathered, forming a tough rope, wrapping it around the demon's neck and shoulders, and pulling it back violently.
The Demon Buddha took this opportunity to float back against the ground, distanced itself again, and stood up.
Its whole body is surrounded by several ropes made of pure demonic energy. Behind it, flame-like black mist begins to flow out from its ears, faintly forming the shape of a tail and ears.
"缼葑."
Li Ang looked at the demon Buddha who was becoming more and more out of human form, and said silently in his heart: "It looks like a sheep, with nine tails and four ears, and its eyes are on its back. Its name is Qianxian.
According to the records of strange beasts, they can turn their demonic energy into ropes to bind and hunt other monsters and humans.
Patriarch Jialan is really good at turning this inhuman monster into a Buddha.
Fortunately, Mosi is extremely resistant to the erosion of demonic energy, otherwise she might have been assimilated just by being tied by a rope of demonic energy."
Maybe he lost his patience in the confrontation with the mountain guarding formation, maybe he felt the threat posed by Li Ang,
More demonic energy gushed out from the demon Buddha's body, forming hundreds of ropes around him.
Each rope is slowly lifted like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
Phew!!
The rope jumped out like an electric shot. Li Ang flapped his wings and retreated violently, narrowly avoiding the direct attack and the long rope that was nailed deeply into the rock formation.
The demon Buddha refused to give up and chased me again. The dense ropes around him quickly jumped up and beat him wantonly.
Li Ang stepped on the ground and advanced instead of retreating. The wings on his back slowly extended and divided into more pieces, each one as sharp as a blade.
No need to use eyes to see or ears to hear,
Each ink thread can keenly feel the subtle fluctuations around it, and spontaneously cut off those long ropes of demonic energy that are whipped.
The too intensive slashes even produced a noisy sound like birdsong.
Li Ang and the Demon Buddha collided again and fell into a fight.
Everywhere you go,
The monks’ meditation rooms collapsed in pieces.
All the monuments, towers and pavilions were destroyed.
The magnificent palace collapsed like building blocks.
Corridor Courtyard, Luohan Hall, Zhaitang, Lotus Pond...
The aftermath of the battle almost razed Jialan Sect to the ground.
Boom!
Palms and fists collided, and both parties used the strength to retreat backwards.
The demonic Buddha stepped on the ruins of Luohan Hall, and the demonic half became more vivid. The scars on his face penetrated all the way to his chest. Through the scars, the churning flesh and blood underneath could be vaguely seen.
Li Ang stood in the broken lotus pond, and his figure shrunk several times. This was due to the consumption of fighting the demonic energy, as well as the compression and optimization of his body.
As time went by, he became more and more accustomed to Mo Si's current body, and he also felt the deeper changes in Mo Si.
"..."
He slightly bent his knees and stepped on the ground, leaving deep footprints on the ground. As he ran forward, he suddenly picked up an old mountain wood beam from the ruins of the Zhaitang.
The ink threads on the arms flowed and surged, easily penetrating the grain gaps of the old mountain wood itself, corroding and parasitizing it.
Click!
The red paint on the surface of the beams and columns cracked, replaced by dark golden lines that continued to flow.
The demon Buddha retreated violently and controlled the surrounding ropes, forming layers of barriers in front of him.
However, Li Ang is faster than him.
Giant beams and pillars cut through the sky, and the torrential evil energy could not penetrate the surface of the beams and pillars.
The dense barriers were completely unable to block the trajectory of the beams and pillars, and were blasted to pieces one after another.
In the end, he hit the demon Buddha.
Boom!!
The demon Buddha flew out heavily, and his tall figure broke the ruins along the way.
Finally, they stopped dangerously in front of the Main Hall, without entering the influence range of the Sand of Time and the Xumi Hourglass——
Once you are beaten into it, you will completely lose the possibility of resistance.
The last moment has arrived.
Both parties are aware of this,
The flesh on the demon's back split open, revealing its eyes.
The demonic energy around him boiled like never before, condensing into a pointed cone shape and pointing forward.
Li Ang flapped his wings, held the bottom of the beam and pushed forward, hitting the overwhelming demonic energy.
Tear——
Sawdust flying,
The beams and columns were peeled off and cut rapidly, and the ink hidden in them deformed sharply in the air, turning into a sharp drill bit, connected to Li Ang's arm.
Zheng!!!
The drill bit rotated rapidly, and sparks exploded, tearing open the defense line of demonic energy.
"..."
The demon Buddha slowly lowered his head and looked at the long and narrow drill bit that penetrated his chest.
The tip of the drill bit behind him stretched out like a lotus flower, countless ink threads rolled up and wrapped around the body of the demon Buddha, and then cut.
This chapter has been completed!