The angry monk uses his power to prove the Tao, destroying all the Buddhas in the sky, and destroying his own Buddha, and finally ends up with no self and no Buddha. I am the only one in the heaven and on the earth!
At this moment, the aura emanating from his body made the entire underground space tremble!
However, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"It's my fault..."
"If you are not strict as a teacher, your disciples will go astray; if you are not strong as a teacher, your disciples will be ruined... I have only two disciples in my life. Lian Xin is dead, who dares to touch Liang Yan again?!"
Saying that, he took a step forward.
The vast golden light surged and roared like a tidal wave, instantly destroying the "Five Elements Gu" and "Reverse Star Gu"!
"you!"
Wu Yuanxiu's face was horrified, the energy and blood in his body was boiling, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He has never seen this kind of method before, it is not fancy at all, it is purely about force over skill. Even if the "Five Elements Gu" and "Reverse Star Gu" change twice as much, they still can't stop the vast divine power!
At this moment, Huichen's whole body was covered by golden light. He was no longer the rickety old monk, but a Vajra with angry eyes!
The death of Lian Xin really touched him too much...
Therefore, the strongest move he uses is: no self, no Buddha image!
"You shouldn't touch my apprentice."
There was only anger in Huichen's eyes, without any unnecessary words, and he rushed towards Wu Yuanxiu with long strides.
"You...don't come here! Otherwise I will perish with you!"
Wu Yuanxiu was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst.
He pinched the magic formula and let the "collapse Gu" block Hui Chen, and he turned into a ray of light and escaped into the distance without hesitation.
"snort!"
Huichen had no expression on his face, raised his hand and grabbed the "Beng Gu" in his hand.
No matter how powerful this "collapse Gu" was, it couldn't stir up any waves when it fell into his hands. It only struggled for a moment before it was mercilessly crushed by Hui Chen!
Bang!
After the death of "Beng Gu", it exploded with powerful force, instantly shattering the void and hitting Hui Chen's chest hard.
But he just shook for a moment, and the golden light around him dimmed slightly, and soon returned to what it was before.
On the contrary, Wu Yuanxiu suffered serious backlash due to the death of his natal Gu insect. During the escape process, his seven orifices bled, and his speed was also slowed down by half!
Huichen strode out, shuttled through the void, and caught up with Wu Yuanxiu in an instant.
"You are guarding the Dragon Vein for the Buried Emperor, so you should have expected this day to happen to you!"
Hearing a roar, Hui Chen grabbed the air and shattered the space around Wu Yuanxiu.
Wu Yuanxiu's escape suddenly stopped, and he shouted in his heart, "This is not good!"
Sure enough, when he turned around, he saw a majestic old monk, his right hand clenched into a golden fist, punching him!
"Move the mountain voodoo!"
At the critical moment, Wu Yuanxiu used his strongest life-saving Gu.
I saw a palm-sized shelled Gu worm appearing between the two of them.
As soon as the Gu insect appeared, it exuded a thick mountain aura, as if there were endless mountains and rivers, layer by layer... blocking Wu Yuanxiu's face.
The next moment, the golden fist shadow came with a bang!
An earth-shaking loud noise erupted in mid-air, and the immense power of the Vajra was seen destroying all the mountains along the way, smashing the endless mountains into slag!
Rumble!
Amidst the loud noise, the mountain barrier collapsed.
The divine power of Vajra rushed forward and hit the outer shell of the "Moving Mountain Gu". With a strange cry of "squeak!", the insect fell apart and turned into countless fragments.
Green blood spurted out from its body and splashed onto Wu Yuanxiu's face.
Wu Yuanxiu shivered violently!
"What kind of strange power is this?"
He only had time to think of this idea.
The next moment, there was an indescribable severe pain in my chest, and my body flew backwards uncontrollably...
"ah!"
Wu Yuanxiu screamed and felt that all his internal organs had moved.
He looked down and found that his chest had collapsed, and his chest was pressed against his back, like a thin piece of paper...
This wasn't over yet. Before he could stabilize his body, the angry monk took long strides and quickly caught up with him.
At this time, Wu Yuanxiu was completely desperate.
There was a look of madness in his eyes: "I am also a saint after all. You old bald donkey, you have to put me to death, right? Okay, okay! Then we will die together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yuanxiu made a magic trick, and dozens of black Gu worms crawled out from his sleeves and quickly crawled up his arms.
In the blink of an eye, these weird Gu insects got into his seven orifices!
As Wu Yuanxiu muttered words, his skin turned from white to black, and even his eyes turned pure black.
A putrid smell emanated from his body, like a rotting corpse that had been dead for tens of thousands of years...
When Huichen saw this scene, although he frowned slightly, he kept walking.
When he came in front of Wu Yuanxiu, the divine power of the Vajra gathered again and turned into a shocking punch, hitting the opponent's face hard.
"Harsh!"
Wu Yuanxiu grinned and suddenly let out a breath of black air.
The black energy quickly evolved in mid-air and turned into dozens of tentacles, which were not afraid of Hui Chen's divine power and wrapped around his arm like a poisonous snake.
At the same time, hundreds of tentacles sprouted from Wu Yuanxiu's back and soon wrapped around his limbs.
In the blink of an eye, Huichen was tightly entangled by these tentacles, and the strange demonic energy began to eat away at his golden light and disintegrate his divine power!
Under the entanglement of hundreds of tentacles, the angry monk finally stopped and stood in front of Wu Yuanxiu, his fist raised high without falling.
"Qingke! Old bald donkey, you don't really think of me as a soft persimmon, do you?"
Wu Yuanxiu's voice was very strange, it sounded sharp and harsh, completely different from before.
"I gave up everything to achieve what I have today. Why, why don't you look at me seriously?"
"You are a saint and I am also a saint. Why do you think you can defeat me?"
"You have forced me to do this, and we will all die together. Are you satisfied?"
Wu Yuanxiu laughed wildly, looked at Hui Chen whose entire body was covered with black tentacles, and asked loudly: "Speak! Old bald donkey, you are talking!"
In the darkness, no one answered him.
The black tentacles growing out of his body have tied Hui Chen into a rice dumpling, not only sucking the opponent's mana, but also consuming his own life source.
There is no turning back for Wu Yuanxiu.
There was both madness and sadness in his eyes...
At this moment, a ray of golden light suddenly burst out from the gap in the tentacles, like a meteor in the dark night, cutting through the layers of darkness!
Wu Yuanxiu's expression changed, and he murmured to himself: "How is that possible! Could it be that even this 'Demon Beard' can't trap him?"
Before he finished speaking, two golden hands stretched out.
These two big hands grabbed the "Devil Beards" on the left and right sides respectively, and pulled violently. The roots of the "Devil Beards" broke, splattering large amounts of black blood!
Huichen's figure strode out.
His skin turned dark gold, his pupils were burning with golden flames, and his whole body was bathed in bright golden light, like an ancient Buddha, containing infinite divine power!
"I told you that people like you are not worthy of sanctification!"
Huichen's voice was like a bell, echoing in the dark underground space.
"You...you're talking nonsense!"
Wu Yuanxiu's face changed again and again, and he shouted in a sharp voice: "Once you become a saint, you become a saint. I have infinite life, how can you say I am not a saint?"
"You are just a puppet at the mercy of others!"
After Huichen finished speaking, he clenched his right fist, concentrated his divine power on the edge of the fist, and struck with a punch!
This time, Wu Yuanxiu had no means to resist, and could only mobilize the remaining "Devil's Beard" to attack Hui Chen.
It's a pity that these "devil whiskers" couldn't stop the divine power of Vajra at all. They only lasted for a few breaths and then collapsed...
Rumble!
This earth-shattering punch hit Wu Yuanxiu firmly in the face.
His face was first sunken inward, as if a ball of cotton had been squeezed together, and then suddenly exploded, and countless blood sprayed out!
Wu Yuanxiu let out a shrill scream, and his headless body retreated backwards, trying to avoid Hui Chen's attack.
But Hui Chen followed him like a shadow, and his golden fist shadow kept hitting Wu Yuanxiu's body like a violent storm.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
With a series of explosions, Wu Yuanxiu's body twisted and deformed, and in the end almost turned into a puddle of mud!
Suddenly, a true spirit flew out of the fleshy mud, speeding towards the distance at an extremely fast speed!
Huichen had long expected that this person's true spirit wanted to escape, so he sneered: "I have made a big mistake, how can I still cause trouble to my disciples? Just stay here today!"
After saying that, "No Self, No Buddha" gathered his shocking divine power, punched Wu Yuanxiu in the air, and hit Wu Yuanxiu who was escaping far away.
But before his fist shadow could get close to Wu Yuanxiu's true spirit, the man let out a shrill scream!
Hui Chen was slightly surprised. Looking from a distance, he saw a purple demonic fire emerging from the inside of Wu Yuanxiu's true spirit, and it actually ignited spontaneously in the darkness!
"No... no! Emperor Burial, I don't want to run away, and I don't want to betray you either!"
But the purple demonic fire didn't give him a chance to explain at all. It started burning from within the true spirit, and it burned more and more fiercely...
Eventually, the entire true spirit was covered in flames!
"Buried Emperor, I didn't..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wu Yuanxiu's true spirit was burned away by the demonic fire, leaving only a wisp of green smoke, slowly floating in the air.
Huichen's powerful and heavy punch finally failed.
Before he hit Wu Yuanxiu, Wu Yuanxiu had already died and completely disappeared from this world...
"well……"
Huichen saw this scene from a distance, and his expression changed slightly.
It seems that the Buried Emperor does not believe Wu Yuanxiu at all and has manipulated his true spirit. Once he abandons his body and escapes, he will be ruthlessly obliterated...
"Such heretics are not the orthodoxy of our human race. Even if they are sanctified, they are not saints... Even if they are proud for a while, they will eventually be counterattacked!"
Huichen sighed softly, then turned around and looked at Liang Yan in the distance.
At this moment, Liang Yan had passed out and was leaning against a boulder.
Huichen's figure flashed and appeared next to him the next moment.
"Well..."
He put his hand on Liang Yan's shoulder, checked it carefully for a moment, and said to himself: "Fortunately, it didn't damage the root."
As soon as he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged behind Liang Yan, put one hand against his apprentice's back, and golden light flowed uncertainly...
…………
At the same time, in the mountain and sea map.
The Buried Emperor fights one against nine, with all kinds of magical powers and spells emerging one after another, and the aura of the real devil stirring up, turning the world in this picture upside down!
However, the once dominating Lord of Tiangong City now has disheveled hair, pale face, and looks extremely embarrassed...
His true demon power was still strong, but it lacked that brave and fearless aura.
"Emperor Buried Heaven, without your immortality, you have become timid!"
Xuanyuan Potian laughed loudly, the holy energy of the heavenly dragon surrounded him, and his offensive was like fire, and it would not stop for a moment!
Li Yuxian and Xiao Kunlun also pushed their magic power to the extreme, forming a powerful force with Xuanyuan Po Tian, surrounding the Burial Emperor in the middle.
These three people all inherited Linghu Bai's Qing Ming Heart, and their magic powers can sense each other. They cooperated almost perfectly. Even with the strength of Emperor Burying the Heaven, he could not escape the blockade of the three!
At the same time, six saints including Wu Nian, Feng Wu, Wei Wen Xiang, Ying Ronger... also launched a fierce offensive against the Buried Emperor.
This terrifying battle continued for ten days and ten nights!
In the end, the mountain and sea map could not withstand the magic power of the ten saints, and the millions of miles of space collapsed one after another. The aftermath of the saints' battle spread out from the map, flattening almost all the peaks in the Misty Mountains!
Fortunately, Nanxuan's army has evacuated this place in time.
The war is coming to an end. The once mighty Beiming army has either died in battle or surrendered. Only a few people have escaped here...
Now, in the entire Beiming, only Emperor Zangtian is still holding on!
Bang!
An earth-shaking loud noise suddenly erupted above the ruins.
The map of mountains and seas that was originally floating in the air was shattered into pieces and turned into countless scraps of paper, scattered in the wind...
Ten figures appeared from the picture and returned to the Antarctic continent.
"Emperor Buried Heaven, you are exhausted! In the past, there were Nine Saints slaying immortals, but now there are Nine Saints slaying demons!"
Xiao Kunlun shouted loudly and pinched the magic formula with both hands.
Thousands of mountains appeared in mid-air, transforming into a sky-reaching killing array, firmly locking the aura of the Buried Emperor.
The other saints also took action one after another, and various magic powers swept in from all directions!
"It's ridiculous that you saints are all frogs in the well. How can I, the one who carries the Heavenly Dao, be afraid of you!"
The eyes of the Burying Emperor were a little crazy.
He held a black iron staff, and ninety-nine and eighty-one demon gods appeared above his head, urging the power of the real demon to the extreme, trying to stop the Nine Saints from encircling him.
It's a pity that his magic power is no longer as good as before. Even if he is so powerful, how can he stop the Nine Saints from joining forces?
Rumble!
A loud noise was heard as Xuanyuan Potian's Heavenly Dragon Holy Qi took the lead in breaking through his body-protecting demonic light. Li Yuxian entangled the Demon God's phantom again, and the other saints swarmed forward, using all kinds of magical powers to hit the Burial Emperor's body.
The Buried Emperor took several steps back and swept away the crowd with his black iron staff, but blood flowed from the corner of his mouth...
He looked around and found enemies on all sides!
I don’t know since when, there is no more Beiming monk in the entire Piaomiao Mountain.
Those who once followed him, Poison Saint, Martial Saint, Soul Saint... none of them are around now.
