In the brilliant sea of light filled with turbid evil energy, countless rays rush left and right, sweeping in all directions and four poles. The invisible evil fire is burning, stretching and expanding in the void, igniting the entire sky.
The evil fire of Xuanqing Guangsha is based on Dao Yiqi. Once it rises, it will never be extinguished unless the owner of the magical power intentionally stops it.
The angry sea is boiling!
This world is completely dark, and the only thing that is bright is the sea of evil energy surging in all directions.
The corpses of dozens of black demons accidentally killed by the evil light melted. Those tall and hard skeletons were as fragile as tissue paper. Once wrapped in the evil fire, they melted into ashes.
But in the midst of the annihilation, the burly Toutuo, who was six feet tall, still stood in the evil fire.
His body was golden, and the monk's robe had long been burned by evil fire. His naked skin was in direct contact with the evil fire, making a high-pitched sound.
The indestructible Xuanqing light struck the body surface, but no injuries could be seen, as if it was intact.
Toutuo raised his eyes faintly from the fire. Even though he was at an infinite distance, Jiang Yaoshi was still caught by the golden light in his pupils.
Evil, ferocious, ferocious, coquettish... It was almost as if he were face to face with an evil ghost. In those brilliant golden eyes, Jiang Yaoshi could strangely see some compassion.
"Dragon Master Mingwang's golden body, your eyes should be Shura eyes."
On the Golden Bridge, Medicine Master Jiang felt a little annoyed:
"The supernatural power of the Southern Zen Sect, which monk of the Southern Zen Sect are you?"
"In such a situation, what's the point of asking these questions?"
Bai Shu shook his head, and dark red auras of light rose from the corpses on the ground, pouring into Bai Shu's body one after another according to a strange melody.
"Could it be." He smiled and said, "Jiang Yaoshi, your men don't kill unknown people?"
The Yuanshen in the Niwan Palace is sitting cross-legged, forming a handprint like a vase, with the five fingers of his left hand slightly raised, the bottom of the vase facing his heart, and the mouth of the vase facing outward.
Behind the soul, Asura, a man with three eyes and as skinny as an evil ghost, stretched out his long arms. He tried to raise his heavy head, and his nose twitched from time to time like a hungry beast that preyed on prey.
At the treasure bottle, countless dark red streams of light broke through the barrier and were absorbed into the bottom of the bottle.
One way...
Two ways...
Three ways...
As the number of dark red auras accumulated, Asura's originally skinny body gradually became stronger, and at the same time, his face became more ferocious and ugly.
Kill your father, kill your mother, kill an Arhat, draw the blood of the Buddha, and destroy the harmony of the Sangha!
Destroy stupas, burn scriptures, seize the Three Treasures, instigate evil deeds, slander the Sravakas, Pratyekabuddhas, and the Mahayana Dharma!
The body possesses the five negatives of the Great and Small Vehicles and creates karma for all living beings!
This is what is called an Asura.
As Po Zhi's operation continued, karma was continuously drawn, and they were thrown into Baizhu's body one after another, and sank into the deepest part of the vase.
For example, they are like firewood, they are burning continuously, burning the copper cauldron of Shura Xiang red, burning vigorously, and burning hot!
On the attribute panel, under the watchful eye of Baizhu, the values are beating one after another.
"Consuming 2100 attribute points, you can upgrade the "Visualization Sutra of the King of Asuras" to the Asura of Wetness - Dacheng."
"Consuming 1800 attribute points, you can upgrade the "Visualization Sutra of the King of Asuras" to the Asura of Wetness - Dacheng."
"Consuming 146o attribute values, the "Visualization Sutra of Lord Asura King" can be upgraded to the Asura of Dharma - Dacheng."
"Consuming 88o attribute points, the "Visualization Sutra of King Asura of Vastu" can be upgraded to the Asura of Dampness - Dacheng."
Karma continues one after another, and the attribute values required for improvement are also falling off a cliff.
From the moment he stepped into the battlefield of the two countries, he started to use the idea of Vuzhi Guan, and with a little tug, the immeasurable and uncountable karma was like a sea tide, almost swallowing up his entire soul.
There was a slight tingling sensation in the center of his eyebrows, as if his head was about to explode.
Baizhu took a deep breath and focused half of his mind to maintain the high speed of his thoughts.
Another notification sound came from my ears.
"Consuming 44o attribute points, you can upgrade the "Visualization Sutra of the King of Asuras" to the Asura of the Dampness - Dacheng."
Soon, soon...
In the Niwan Palace, Asura's muscles were gnarled and he was no longer as skinny as paper. His ferocious and violent aura spread out from his body and radiated throughout the Niwan Palace.
At the same time, Asura's left eye became brighter and brighter, flowing with hot golden light, as if there was a small sun hidden in his left eye.
Bang!
Bang!!
Bang!!!
There was a strong sound like a heartbeat, one after another.
There is something in the left eye.
It is about to be born...
Bai Shu raised his eyebrows. He covered his slight beating and looked at Jiang Yaoshi who was standing on the Golden Bridge with a surprised look on his face.
"Why didn't you attack just now?"
"There is no connection between the Southern Zen Sect and the Star Reaching Sect."
Pharmacist Jiang pondered over his words and continued:
"Little Master, since you know the life of a certain family, you must also know the purpose of coming here."
"What's your purpose?"
"I am greedy for realm and aim too high. After falling from the second level to the eighth level, my status in the Star Reaching Sect has been declining."
Pharmacist Jiang responded sincerely:
"A teacher from a certain family was plotted against by his fellow disciples many years ago and died in Luoze Township. Now he has unfortunately encountered the eighth-grade King Kong. A certain family came here just to survive."
"Stay alive? What do you mean by this?" Bai Shu asked curiously.
"The Holy Lord once promised to protect me for thirty years, but the condition is that a certain family obtains eight hundred Yang Talisman levels of Dazheng."
Seeing that Atractylodes atractylodes was slightly moved, Jiang Yaoshi simply stopped at Jinqiao and spoke more earnestly:
"The teacher acted in extreme ways during his lifetime. The elders of the sect were offended by him. In David, my reputation has never been good. I even suffered a lot of trouble from a certain family. Many people wanted to chop me with a thousand knives!
After the death of the teacher, a certain family finally became the Holy Son and was able to avoid the disaster of killing, but now..."
On the Golden Bridge, the young Taoist bowed slightly and sighed:
"Little Master, now that I am an eighth-grade Vajra, I am already a rat crossing the street that everyone calls for beating. Otherwise, you see, Little Master and I have been fighting for so long, but why no one comes to help?"
Bai Shu suddenly understood. He raised his head and took a look. There were still fierce battles everywhere in the Sea of Light.
Countless figures were flying across the sky, there were bursts of divine light, heavy formations were crushing the earth, and the black devil was waving its tentacles and eyeballs wantonly.
Looking around, except for the two of them, there are very few people who are so one-on-one.
"What does the Holy Son mean?" Bai Zhu turned around and asked with a smile.
"How about we let it go?"
Jiang Yaoshi smiled and said:
"The young master has eaten my Xuan Qing Guang Sha without any damage to his skin and flesh. He is obviously accomplished in physical sanctification. With such a physique, he must not be an unknown person in the Southern Zen Sect.
I came to the battlefield just to survive, and I don’t want to offend people like you, why don’t we just say goodbye?”
"A certain family is in the fourth realm of vajra. Now that it has transformed into a human and demon, it is the fifth realm. It is by no means out of reach."
Jiang Yaoshi spoke meaningfully:
"I would like to make some friends with the little master. In today's world, one more friend is better than no friends at all."
He waited with bated breath for a long time on the Golden Bridge, and finally saw a look of excitement on the face of the burly Tutu.
"But the Holy Son can beat Sajia once."
"Someone was reckless."
When Jiang Yaoshi heard Toutuo's words, he knew that most of the matter was over. He took out something from his sleeves and threw it towards Toutuo.
"After all, a certain family is a King of the Four Realms. Although it is in a miserable state, it has saved some wealth. The young master has a bodhisattva heart, and the certain family cannot show nothing."
Seeing Bai Shu holding the object, he smiled and said:
"This is an empty-line talisman. It can hide one's body and hide one's energy. It is perfect for assassinating and detecting enemies."
Bai Shu opened his palms, and in his palms, there was a strange talisman with a fish body and a bird's head, curved in the shape of a "bow", shining with a vague illusion of light.
"Good baby."
When Jiang Yaoshi was smiling, a cold voice suddenly came from his ears.
when?!
Jiang Yaoshi turned around in anger, only to see a huge fist coming towards him that filled his field of vision, filling every tiny gap.
The fist intention condensed into substance, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and the air within a radius of ten miles was violently twisted and turbulent, like torn paper, rustling.
The other side!
Jiang Yaoshi, who was approached by that huge fist seal, felt his hair stand on end and a coldness rising in his heart.
The violent and wild blood energy made the vision in front of him blur for a while, and the fist mark approached at an unimaginable speed, blasting into the sky, with unparalleled power that shattered the mountains and rivers.
Like an evil star falling from the sky, the air flow roars endlessly and the sun's flames linger endlessly.
After driving the Sea of Suffering Buddha with all his strength, he briefly borrowed the maximum power of heaven and earth that he could bear.
This punch was enough to strike across borders and attack King Kong Daxiu, who was in the fourth realm.
"disease!"
In a snap of his fingers, or in a brief moment, Baizhu uttered the curse again.
In Niwan Palace, two dim sword lights were shining brightly again.
Using mantras to assist sword escape, he moved into the void in an instant, his mental energy was almost exhausted, but it was so fast that Jiang Yaoshi, an eighth-grade Vajra, had no time to react.
This punch is meant to smash the Golden Bridge of the World!
The turbulent power of heaven and earth surged, and the physical body could no longer be restrained. Blood marks burst out, and Baizhu's physical body was like a cracked mirror.
The excess essence overflowed from the blood marks and condensed into petals of the avenue, swaying and shining.
Time seemed to slow down dozens of times. In Jiang Yaoshi's senses, the sound of wind, shouts of death, clashes of soldiers, knocks... all the corresponding sounds disappeared.
In the field of vision, only the fist that swelled to the size of a millstone was approaching inch by inch with an unshakable attitude.
Snap!
For a long time, it seemed that in just one breath, half a cup of tea had passed.
In Jiang Yaoshi's astonished expression, the golden bridge under his feet that suppressed the surroundings suddenly trembled violently.
Pieces of golden light peeled off from the body surface, floating in the air, and cracks covered the golden bridge, spreading from top to bottom like a spider web.
The next moment!
The entire golden bridge suddenly collapsed!
The fiery fist intention that burned through the void continued after smashing the Golden Bridge. Every inch of the void was ignited by the overbearing fist intention, and rumbling explosions resounded throughout the sky and the earth.
Wild, domineering, and full of pure power, it is like a typhoon passing by, extinguishing all the unquenched evil fire and sweeping it away!
A huge hole appeared in the sky. At both ends of the hole, Baizhu and Jiang Yaoshi were looking at each other from a distance with indifferent expressions.
"Why?"
Jiang Yaoshi looked at Jin Qiao who was beaten to pieces by a punch in the distance, with a slightly painful expression on his face.
The golden bridge of the world...
Needless to say, the beauty of this magical power is that it can be used both offensively and defensively, but it is more like a magic weapon than a magical power.
The golden bridge has been shattered by Atractylodes. It could not be built in a hurry. It took at least ten days of hard work.
His greatest reliance for survival has been shattered by human life.
"Why?"
Bai Zhu raised his head and exhaled slowly.
White mist rose from the body, deep bloodstains slowly healed, the charred skin fell off, and tender new flesh appeared.
"There are many reasons. For example, killing a Holy Son would be a great military achievement. For example, if you wanted to kill me, you used the Nao Shi Zi Guangsha to hit Sajia's head. Another example is that you are a human demon..."
"But..." Bai Zhu smiled: "I just want to have a good fight!"
A huge wave of air exploded, sweeping through all the small and invisible substances in the world. In the loud wave, two white lines quietly swept through the air and attacked!
"Flying sword?"
Jiang Yaoshi's expression did not change. He punched out his right fist flatly and knocked "Yao Ling" three hundred feet away. His left hand bent into a claw and crushed the cold sword light of "Bai Chi Tower". His body swayed slightly.
He moved the void and grabbed the small flying sword body in his palm.
The sizzling sound of sore teeth resounded like a clear echo. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yaoshi calmly accepted the sudden attacks from the two flying swords.
"I bypassed you earlier, not because I was afraid of you."
The young Taoist's acupuncture point bulged, and the mysterious light erupted from all over the sky again, intertwining into a large net and covering all directions.
He looked at the burly Tutuo who was brazenly breaking the waves, and said calmly:
"I will give you one last chance to get out of the way, and I will spare your life."
"Give Way?!"
The loud laughter stirred up a strong wind, blowing away several approaching lights.
The will of the soul spread out like a mountain torrent, and along with Baizhu's clear roar, Jiang Yaoshi's expression changed drastically.
He eagerly released the five fingers that were squeezing the "Bai Chi Tower" to death, and the sword rays were shocking, flying around the body of the sword, almost slicing off Jiang Yaoshi's palm.
Mighty and mighty, like the sword energy rolling down from the Milky Way, like the rainstorm hitting the plantains, like the maggots on the tarsal bones, no matter how Jiang Yaoshi moves the void, it will follow closely behind and fall all over Jiang Yaoshi.
"The eighth-grade Vajra is nothing more than that. He was obviously beaten to the point of vomiting blood by my punch, so why bother to hold on!"
Bai Shu laughed and stretched out his hand, and the "Yao Ling" that was knocked away by Jiang Yaoshi's punch instantly fell back into his palm.
On the one hand, he used his soul to pull the "Hundred Foot Tower" and slashed out sword rays to trip up Jiang Yaoshi. On the other hand, he bravely faced the figure with his sword.
The divine flames were rising, the sword light was surging, and pieces of blazing light were swaying. Only two figures flew across the sky like divine thunder.
Their battlefield moved from the sky to the underground. Under Baizhu's deliberate restraint, large areas of black demons and human demons were involved.
"it's over!"
I don't know how long it took, but a long shout suddenly came from the void.
Jiang Yaoshi did not dodge or evade, he held the sword against his body, and with a backhand palm, he slammed Baizhu into a small barren mountain.
Bang!!!
Pieces of mountain rocks were swept up into the air and exploded into pieces. The power contained in the palm exploded, instantly crushing the half-collapsed small barren mountain into powder.
"The eighth-grade Vajra is also a Vajra."
The bone-deep scar on Jiang Yaoshi's shoulder healed instantly. He looked at the figure staggering out of the smoke and said coldly:
"I have proven that all heavens are flawless. Even flying swords cannot break my body. Why do you defeat me?"
"This is Vajra Warrior? What a joy!"
Baizhu wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth and laughed.
He made a strange seal with one hand, and the cold air that cut off skin and bones covered the ground like white frost, sweeping dozens of miles in an instant.
Under the shimmering cold light, within dozens of miles, whether they were human demons, black demons or Northern Guard soldiers, their bodies all froze and fell to the ground.
Their spirits, and even every inch of vitality in their flesh and blood, were all wiped out the moment the sword light rose.
"The sword shines brightly in the sky, and the sky turns blue, and I have been famous for fifteen years!"
Bai Shu let out a clear whistle, then lightly drew his finger between his eyebrows, saying:
