King Luohu suffered a lot in Banshan Temple, and he was very troubled. He knew his opponent's strength. Unless he ended up in person, he might have a chance to win one or two points, but this was just thinking about it. The guardian of the Lotus Platform was immortal and his injuries were severe. The Buddha's light turned and returned as soon as he turned. He was unwilling to fight with the other party. The benefits were all gone.

King Chi Xiao shot a frightened shot, and King Luohu was silent, obviously unwilling to take the lead, but King Guiwu was eager to try. His territory was far away in the Jixi Desert, and he had always coveted the rich hinterland of the Arizona Realm, but it was not easy to seize food from several demon lords. Now it was an opportunity. When discussing in the Seven Star Lake, King Luohu and King Chi Xiao suggested that the Eight Kings each took out a piece of territory to serve as the spoils of this battle. Those who have more efforts can choose first. King Guiwu had long taken a fancy to an oasis adjacent to the Jixi Desert, so he deliberately fought for it.

Seeing that everyone was silent and the atmosphere was a little awkward, King Guiwu immediately slapped the table and took the initiative to ask for the battle. He came out in person, rather than sending a subordinate general casually. Everyone looked at him, and it was also obvious that King Guiwu's courage was said to be "the king should not move lightly". If he wins, it would be natural. If he loses, not only will his face be ruined, but his position as the Eight Kings will not be very stable.

King Luohu poured a cup of blood wine with his own hands, solemnly brought it to King Guiwu and said, "King Guiwu invites you to drink this cup. If you have this responsibility, some family will wait and see!"

King Guiwu did not say anything, "Put the wine down, come when you go." He said boldly that in front of King Luohu, he was a little witch and saw a big witch. He drank a glass of blood wine respectfully. His blood rushed to the top of his head, his hair and beard were all wide, and he rushed towards Banshan Temple with great pride.

The Demon Lord of Blood and Qi made an extraordinary momentum. The demon general felt pressure, like the receding sea water, and was divided on both sides. The King of Ghost and Wu took the lead without saying a word. Di Ling also knew that the visitor was not good. He held the brass stick tightly in his hands, swelled the power of Nirvana, and rushed forward and smashed it.

King Guiwu had a bare hands, a steel bar and a pair of fists comparable to a magical weapon. He was the most proud capital. He worked tirelessly for hundreds of years and tempered his body with his blood and energy, which was almost the ultimate. He believed it deeply. Seeing that the mature copper stick was close to him, it was faintly wrapped in a scattered force, and the power was unusually great. The void was turbulent. King Guiwu did not dodge or avoid it, stepped on the ground with his left foot, and hit the right fist with the momentum, and the Yuanshen Mountain was shocked.

The boxing sticks intersect, and the power of blood and Nirvana collided head-on. The cooked copper stick bent and peeled off at a variable speed of the naked eye. Then a sharp roar passed through the clouds and cracked silk, shaking the clouds in the sky, causing the monsters and monks to scatter in a radius of a hundred feet. All the monsters and soldiers fell to the ground. The King of Ghost Black opened his voice and exhaled, and the joints crackled, and the cooked copper stick bloomed like petals, but it was not like it. Di Ling's hands and feet were sore and could not lift them up in one breath. He retreated, his feet were buried in the soil and rocks, sinking deeper and deeper.

The judgment is based on the superiority and inferiority. The Demon Lord of Blood and Qi should not be underestimated. Di Ling knew he was defeated, but he was not panicked. He tried his best to remove the remaining power of the impact and barely gained a foothold. He abandoned half of the cooked copper stick, stretched out his hand to signal, and asked King Guiwu to enter the mountain gate for a while.

King Guiwu looked at him for a while, and thought in his mind that he had already known the strength of Banshan Temple as soon as possible. There was a senior brother, Shoumu, and a Lotus Platform Guardian above Shoumu. As for their master, he had already left Yuanshen Mountain and traveled around the world. The dragon saw the head but not the tail, so he accepted disciples and built 12 large temples one after another, and made a preaching world with his own strength.

If their master was still in Yuanshen Mountain, King Guiwu would never stand up, but a mere Lotus Platform guardian who combined with the power of the Eight Kings would definitely be able to take him down without blood. As if he noticed his thoughts, King Luohu, King Chi Xiao, King Qing Yang, King Jin Peng, King Dhara, King Lion Slaughter, and King Dijie stepped forward together. King Guiwu leaned on his back and had no worries. He laughed and strode forward and rushed straight to the gate of the Banshan Temple.

In the Buddhist temple, Qingyang, the guardian of the lotus platform, slowly opened his eyes. He was originally a general who had a strange energy. He lived in the pillar of the Archaeoptera bird bones. He was washed with the Buddha's light for 7749 days, and was reborn and transformed into the Buddhist Vajra Dharma body, and was able to appear in the world. However, leaving the Buddha's Kingdom, the power of Nirvana in his body was lost in a slight amount. Over time, he accumulated a lot of numbers. Therefore, Qingyang, who meditated in the Buddhist temple in daily life, was like a dead tree, and did not move at all. Until King Guiwu defeated Diling, the thin wood eyes saw that the general trend was about to fall, and knew that his strength was weak, he knelt in front of the Buddhist temple and begged him for strength.

Turning the tide, Zu Qingyang appeared to meet. Once he got up, all his previous skills were gone. The power of Nirvana in his body woke up from his sleep like a beast, scattered out through the 3,600 pores, and disappeared from the world. He estimated a little, and if he had all his strength, he could only last for three days and three nights at most, and then he would be powerless after that. However, Zu Qingyang was not afraid at all. The power of Nirvana was erect, his feet off the ground, his body rose slowly, and he stood high in the air, looking coldly at the Eight Kings, and suddenly turned into a phantom, colliding heavily into the King of Ghosts.

He never thought that one against eight, and could defeat one or two people before the opponent siege, it would be a great victory. However, King Guiwu did not give him such a chance. He crossed his arms to protect his chest, and blood qi burst out, spreading a slowly rotating vortex to block the opponent from fitting together. The power of Nirvana and the power of blood qi confronted again. This time, the strength was easy. King Guiwu flew backwards several feet like a kite with a broken line, plowing out two gullies with his feet, grabbed the ground with one hand and stabilized his retreat, and raised his head and showed a ferocious look on his face.

King Guiwu retreated, and King Qingyang rushed forward. Taking advantage of the opponent's old force, his arms turned into two phantoms before they could be released. Countless fist forces poured down, pressing down like a storm, and even he had no way to control himself. Zu Qingyang tilted the power of Nirvana to dissolve the fist power, but he knew that the opponent's attack was elusive, and his back, waist, eyes and legs were bent, and he fisted one after another. The power was unusually great, and his energy was stagnant, and then he suffered dozens of heavy blows all over his body.

The wind never lasted, and the rain never lasted all day. The King of Qingyang's attack lasted only ten breaths, and then declined from prosperity. He retreated to the side. King of Jinpeng stepped forward, spread his wings and pounced in the air, showing a pair of sharp claws, and grabbed the opponent's head. At the critical moment, Zu Qingyang lowered his body, raised his right arm and took the initiative to send it to King of Jinpeng's claws. The sharp claws closed, but it was like grabbing a swimming fish, slipping without restraining.
Chapter completed!