Bai Xiaotian flew to Chen Luo's side, hurriedly took out two healing pills and stuffed them into his mouth, then quickly pinched hands with both hands, and fell on Shen Luo like raindrops.

From time to time, a ball of golden light lit up on Chen Luo's body, and the wounds in his body slowly healed, but his breath did not recover at all, but continued to weaken.

Bai Xiaotian unconsciously felt a large bead of sweat from his forehead, rolling down his cheeks, but his movements in his hands became faster and faster, and he continued to use the healing spell of Huasheng Temple.

After Chen Luo was seriously injured and unconscious, the golden magic circle covering Zhanguo's body disintegrated and quickly dissipated. Zhanguo's body appeared in everyone's sight again.

At this time, his body was cut into two pieces in half. The incision was bleeding, but there was no strange blood flowing out. His closed eyes slowly opened and had not yet fallen.

But he became extremely old, with countless wrinkles on his face, and he seemed to suddenly become a dying old man.

Zhanguo's expression was no longer as fierce as before, his eyes were full of confusion, as if he had lost hope for everything, and he did not try to heal...

Although Zhanguo was not moving at all, Bai Xiaotian had a high level of cultivation and immediately discovered the changes in the other party's aura.

He slowly helped the sinking with one hand, raised the other hand, and a golden sword magic weapon appeared, with golden light rolling on the surface, and was about to completely kill Zhanguo.

"Donor Bai, wait a moment." Chan'er's voice came from a distance. He, sitting cross-legged in the golden cicada Dharma, opened his eyes at some point.

Bai Xiaotian always respected Chan'er, and immediately stopped hearing this.

At this moment, a few loud "bang" and "bang" sounds came from a distance, but the battle on the other side was over.

Chen Luo had just used the three-star demon-destroying demon-destroying, and now Zhanguo has been defeated. The remaining demon-destroying people have greatly reduced their aura. All demon-destroying people, including the Demonized Treasure Mountain, have been killed by many Western Region monks.

The gap in the seal was blocked by Chan'er with the Golden Cicada Dharma. The venue, which was originally full of demonic energy, was restored to a clear sun. Everyone who was reborn after the disaster felt like they were a different world.

Of course, there is another disharmonious thing, that is, the culprit that caused all this, is still alive.

The monk whose companion died suddenly showed anger, and a loud sound broke through the air, and more than a dozen magic weapons shot towards Zhanguo with a fierce aura.

But a golden light curtain appeared in front of Zhanguo. A loud rumbling sound was shaking violently, causing the magic weapons to be reversed back.

"What are you doing?" The monks glared at Bai Xiaotian nearby.

They saw it very clearly that this golden light curtain was released by Bai Xiaotian.

"Everyone, please do it for now. Master Jin Chan has something to ask about this fruit." Bai Xiaotian raised his left hand and bowed to everyone.

His right hand formed a magic seal and pressed it on Shen Luo's chest. The soft golden light continued to merge into Shen Luo's body. The breath of sinking and declining began to calm down. I don't know what secret technique was being used.

The monks had already seen the existence of the Golden Cicada Dharma Image and respected Chan'er very much. After hearing this, they stopped.

"This Shanguo colluded with the demon clan and almost brought the demon clan into the world. He was an absolute demon disciple. What is there to say about such a person? He should immediately cut him into pieces and avenge his dead colleagues!" Several people who were blinded by hatred did not agree and shouted angrily.

"Amitabha, masters, no one is perfect, no one is wrong? This donor of the fruit was deceived by the demons, so he committed such sins. Seeing that he was not alive for a long time, there were many people who died today, so why bother to add another sin?" Chan'er walked over and said with his hands clasped.

The Golden Cicada Dharma image did not come with him, but remained on the seal, blocking the damaged gap.

Chan'er looks a little different from before, less ignorant, more solemn, calm and shiny, like the appearance of a Buddha.

When Chan'er saw the clamor, his heart was trembling and he couldn't speak.

"Are you pitying me? Humph! No need! I am Zhanguo, one person who does things and one person, and I will kill and cut them. I will follow my wishes!" Zhanguo's eyes regained a little bit of consciousness and he said coldly.

"If you want to kill you and slaughter you, the little monk would not stop these masters just now. Zhanguo donor, are you still obsessed with it today? Everything in the world is empty, everything in the world is vulgar and fights, and does not think of harm. Everything goes with the flow and goes by itself. This is where wisdom is." Chan'er walked to Zhanguo and said.

"Everything goes with the flow and goes by itself! Haha, it's so light. You have never had a wife and children. How could you understand my pain?" Zhan Guo laughed a few times at first, then shouted in a cold voice, and the fierce flames in her eyes rose again, mixed with a hint of sadness.

"Even if the donor is in pain, he should not surrender to the demon clan for his own selfish desires, intending to disrupt the world. How innocent are you? I wonder how many people will suffer disasters and separation of their wives and children. Could the donor be willing to see such a scene?" Chan'er continued.

Zhanguo frowned and fell silent.

"I look at the donor's face, and I am definitely not a traitor or evil person. My body is just a fate. All the previous actions have also been affected by the demonic energy. Now that I have escaped from the control of evil demons, why not put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore?" Chan'er looked at Zhanguo with a serious expression and said.

Zhanguo heard this, his eyes flashed with a hint of softness.

But the next moment, his body trembled, his expression regained its coldness, and he said angrily: "I want to enlighten me? I advise you to spend less time. I defect to the demon clan, and I end up with my own consequences. If you want to kill and cut, you will be the only one who wants to be killed and cut! But if you want me to convert to your Buddhism again, you can't imagine it!"

Seeing this, Chan'er sighed, said nothing, and sat down next to Zhanguo.

"What are you doing?" Zhan Guo seemed to realize something when she saw Chan'er's actions and shouted coldly.

However, his breath became weaker and weaker. Although he shouted angrily, his voice lost its energy and had no deterrence.

"The donor's heart is like a rock, so the little monk naturally dares not force it. It's just that the donor has committed too many sins. If he goes to the underworld like this, he will definitely suffer endless suffering. Let the little monk make a little bit of effort and recite the scriptures to wash away some karma." Chan'er said, and then recited the scriptures.

As his lips twitched, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of brilliant golden light, and his whole body became solemn, and a faint golden ripples appeared in the void around him.

Countless golden Buddhist mantras emerged in the ripples, and they gathered into wisps of trickle flowing to the two bodies that were stained with fruit. As soon as they touched it, they flashed and disappeared into it.

"Stop! You don't have to meddle in other people's business!" Zhanguo couldn't move and roared angrily.

But Zen'er was unmoved and continued to recite scriptures.
Chapter completed!