Chapter 1778 Buddhist relics

The battle on the field can be described as chaos. The sword god and the monk Wudao started the battle first, and then the Chaos King and the Demon Lord also fought together. This area was completely filled with the energy of the battle of several people.

A surging energy frenzy surrounding this world, everyone's attention was attracted by the battle in the field. No one noticed that there was a figure outside the field, which suddenly disappeared.

The Sword God and the Monk Wudao are old acquaintances. The two fought side by side a long time ago and participated in the battle against heaven. Unfortunately, some changes occurred in the middle. The Monk Wudao stood on the opposite side, while the Sword God was severely hit by the Monk Wudao and was seriously injured and eventually died.

Although he was later resurrected, the sword god's strength was less than 80% of the time at that time. Now he has been severely damaged by the monk Wudao repeatedly, and his strength has deteriorated and it will only take a while for a while.

On the other side, the Chaos King and the other Chaos Beast jointly attack the Demon Lord. Although they cannot gain an advantage, it is not easy for the Demon Lord to kill them, unless the Demon Lord recovers to his peak period.

Monk Wudao saw this and knew that the Demon Lord would not take his hands to deal with him in a short period of time. He immediately focused on dealing with the Sword God. Suddenly, the Sword God's situation became worse and worse.

"Sword God, listen to me and surrender, otherwise you will be disheartened again, and there is no possibility of being resurrected again!" Monk Wudao severely injured the Sword God while inducing him.

The sword god angrily opened his eyes and shouted, "Put your ghost tricks away. There is no need to disturb my mood here. My heart is like a sword, killing the sky and destroying the earth! Never waver! Kill!"

The sword was yellow and murderous intent soared into the sky. Five golden dragons roared and shook the sky. The fierce murderous aura spread throughout the void. Unfortunately, the momentum was terrifying, but there were very few threats to the monk Wudao.

"Amitabha, Sword God, since you are obsessed with it, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Although the monk Wudao said merciful, he showed no mercy in his hands. In an instant, three Buddhist golden beads flew out, like a waterfall, and shot towards the Sword God!

The terrifying golden beads flashed golden light, reflecting this area, like a golden ocean, and the golden beads carried the power of infinite destruction.

'puff!'

The first bead pierced through the sword god's chest, and then the second and third beads shot one after another to shoot the sword god's body into a mess, like a rag,

Such a sneak attack is nothing to the Sword God, and he can completely avoid it. Unfortunately, he has a deep first-hand knowledge and has no ability to dodge. He can only press the golden bead to penetrate his body.

The golden beads in Buddhism are collectively called Zen beads, but there are many different numbers. The fewest ones are eighteen, which are compassion beads, and the most ones are one hundred and eight, which are called the universal salvation beads!

At this time, the monk Wudao threw out the smallest number of compassion beads. Although he only threw out three, he directly injured the sword god. His entire aura was extremely weak, like an oil lamp, and a gust of wind could easily be extinguished.

Seeing this, Monk Wudao smiled and said, "Sword God, it was all your own fault to get to this point. For the sake of the old acquaintance, I will give you a break so that you will not be sent to endless purgatory!"

A golden bead with larger, stronger energy and stronger color than the three beads just now appeared in the hands of the monk Wudao. This is the most central bead among the beads of compassion and the core relics of every monk.

The Buddhist monks generally have nine relics, each of which blesses the supreme magic power. From the color and size of this relics, it can be seen that this is one of the most precious relics of the monk Hundao.

"Du!" With a light shout, the golden beads flew away, like a stream of light, and rushed to the sword god in the blink of an eye. Although the sword god saw it, he had no ability to dodge.

'puff!'

The relics directly penetrated the sword god's body and took away his vitality. The sword-shaped mark on the sword god's forehead immediately dimmed, and in a blink of an eye, it became dull and bleak and dead.

At the same time, the sword god's eyes also lost their color. After shaking his body, his head tilted and he died directly in the void!

"Amitabha!" The monk Wudao stood with one hand and stood in front of his chest, with a complicated expression in his eyes, and said softly: "At that time, you and I were like each other and were friends who said everything. I never thought that now I would have to bear your life."

Although he said this, the monk Wudao's movements were not slow. He raised his hand and waved his hand and a magic power surged over, trying to destroy the soul of the sword god. But what surprised him was that there was no soul of the sword god in the void. In other words, the soul of the sword god was not there!

Monk Wudao's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he waved his palm again, trying to recall the relics, but the relics were unsensited!

"What's going on?" Monk Wudao's expression changed suddenly, and his huge spiritual consciousness spread out. He saw nothing in front of him. Not to mention the divine relics, even the remnant of the Sword God disappeared, but the remnant of the Sword God was clearly in front of him!

‘Destroy!’

With a light reprimand, the sword god's remnant instantly collapsed and disappeared into the void, but no energy dissipated!

Seeing this, the monk Wudao whispered: "Oh no, I'm fooled!"

The huge spiritual consciousness spread out like a vast expanse, but there was no gain!

Monk Wudao's eyebrows stood up and shouted, "Who is secretly plaguing the devil? Come out!" He was anxious. The soul of the sword god is not important, but the relics are crucial to him. Losing a divine relics will have a huge blow to him!

"Haha! Old bald donkey, do you want to return your relics?" The laughter of the sword god came from the empty sky. Hearing this, the monk Wudao immediately said in disbelief: "Are you dead?"

The Sword God sneered: "I am immortal! No one can kill me!"

A tall body appeared in the air again. This time, the sword god's appearance completely changed, from the original hunched old man to a young man, his gray hair turned black, and the sword-shaped mark on his forehead emitted a dazzling golden light!

The sword god that appeared again was stronger and more terrifying than before, and an extremely terrifying aura surged all over his body!

Monk Wudao felt unbelievable and shook his head and said, "This is impossible. I had obviously broken your soul just now, how could you not die!"

The sword god carried his hands on his back and said proudly: "How could I die? Am I? No one can kill me!" Monk Wudao did not notice that in the hands of the sword god, there was a small bottle containing a liquid flowing with green luster, which was tightly held by the sword god.

Hearing the words of the Sword God, Monk Wudao was unwilling to believe it, so he shouted angrily: "Stop pretending to be a god here, I see what moves do you have!" After that, Monk Wudao shot out three Buddhist beads again, and the three golden beads were as fast as a stream of light, shooting straight towards the Sword God!

(End of this chapter)
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