In this overwhelming golden rain, the fire burning the temple gradually became smaller and smaller.
White smoke continued to rise from the charred wood.
The same thing happened to Vicchura. Whenever golden raindrops fell, it would be like a burning fire cooking oil. First there would be a harsh sound, and then large pieces of stone statues would fall to the ground.
"Damn bald donkey, full of greed, dug off my golden body and left me naked. I was blown by the strong wind every day like a thousand knives! If I kill an old bald donkey, I will kill a thousand or ten thousand. What about mortals? I, Vichoro, am the son of the King of Heaven. Even if I am a clay figure, you cannot treat me lightly! I want to become a demon! I want to go against heaven!"
He behaved crazily, as if he was crying or complaining about the injustice of God.
Xia Ze's figure gradually appeared in the smoke. Behind him were He Xu, who was safe and sound, and the white dragon that had transformed into a white donkey.
He Xu looked anxious because the Xia Ze in front of him was slightly different from the kind and cunning young man he knew.
Xia Ze's bun was messy and fluttering with the strong wind. He was wearing a robe with blood-colored brilliance flowing. His eyes were of different colors. The left eye was full of divine golden light, and the right eye was full of blood.
The robe, white and red, seemed to be in constant wrestling, tit for tat with each other.
Xia Ze also had a look of pain on his face.
His feet suddenly exerted force, and the sound of footsteps vibrated in all directions. His body was so fast that Vichuro's eyes could not catch it.
His hands turned into claws, crossed in front of his forehead, and flashed in front of Vichulu. Then he swung out his claws, and two bloody arcs cut into Vichulu's chest. Blood spurted out, making him roar in pain.
Before he could throw that punch, the boy who fell into madness pierced his chest with a claw, groped for a moment, and grabbed Liu Qingya's demon pill that he had just obtained.
"Don't even think about it!" Vichuro endured the severe pain and slashed down with his knife, which was bound to cut off Xia Ze's arm with one palm.
No one expected that Xia Ze would retreat instead of advancing, completely exposing the flaw in his body, and then his fist wrapped in golden divine will would explode on Vichuluo's face.
This fist force was mixed with a touch of divine will. Vicchuro felt that his body and bones were being washed away by this irresistible divine power, which made him even more afraid than the previous golden raindrops.
He screamed and fell to the ground like a mountain.
The golden light in his eyes dissipated again, and then filled with a layer of scarlet. He walked slowly, then stepped on Vichuro's chest and stepped heavily on him to the ground.
"You..." Vichuro spat out a mouthful of blood.
Xia Ze raised his foot and stepped down hard again. The force was so strong that after Vichuro fell down, a line of smoke and dust spread out like ripples of water.
"Who are you? Why do you have the aura of gods and demons in your body!" Vichuluo clenched his teeth in pain and took a breath, barely maintaining his figure.
It's just that Xia Ze's face was stern. This time, it was his fist that he had trained himself. With a snap, most of Vichuluo's face was smashed to pieces, without giving him any chance to breathe. He punched one after another, occasionally hitting a particle. Sparks of divine will burst out and hit his face, leaving a large piece of facial fragments with it.
During a cup of tea, Xia Ze kept pumping his fists, or his eyes were filled with golden light, or his face was ferocious. The original statue of Vicchura was majestic and burly, but now its body is covered with dense holes, and there are also The fists made messy fist marks, and underneath the original stone statue's body, there was strange purple flesh exposed.
Vichoro's terrified wailing at the beginning turned into a dead silence. His eyes were lifeless, and he just looked at Xia Ze like a machine, dropping his fist over and over again.
A moment of incense passed, and Xia Ze looked at the ground. In the center of the fragments of the Vicchura statue that he punched thousands of times and crushed into fine sand, there was an ugly purple human shape, stained with blood, and naked.
"The power of the incense has been exhausted?" The blood-red color in Xia Ze's pupils has lasted for a long time. He was holding the Lihuo Bahuang Sword, and there was blood-colored mist lingering on the sword and robes.
Vichuro stood up little by little and said with a wry smile: "What do you think?"
Xia Ze showed no mercy and stepped him back to the ground, then the Lihuo Bahuang Sword sank into its chest bit by bit.
"If you have any questions, ask them quickly. It will be too late later." Vichuro gritted his teeth and smiled ferociously, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Xia Ze's face was expressionless, and the strength in his hands increased a bit: "No need to ask, there is nothing to ask about a guy like you. If I, Xia Ze, want to ask about his life experience before killing someone, I have to see if there are people in his family. It’s too troublesome to be without a wife and children, isn’t it? The good intentions of good people should not become opportunities for evil people.”
He paused and said: "Besides, I, Xia Ze, am not a gentleman yet. I just need to know that you have killed many innocent people. That's enough, right?"
"Innocent people?" Vicchuro wailed repeatedly, holding the sword's edge with his two weak hands, as if this could relieve some pain.
"For his own selfish reasons, this old bald donkey has been scraping off the gold pieces from my statue bit by bit for many years, making me suffer the bone-gnawing pain, and causing me to be fertilized and harassed in this deep mountain and old forest. Is he innocent?" he asked sharply.
"These pilgrims seek wealth, marriage, and blessings. They seek everything that others have and that they don't have. The hall is full of idols, and they worship them regardless of whether they know them or not. If it doesn't work, they even yell at me."
"Their misfortunes, blessings, life and death, what do they have to do with me? I just want to live, what's wrong with that?"
Vichuro eagerly wanted to catch a trace of hesitation and delay in Xia Ze's eyes.
Xia Ze smiled faintly: "I can't answer this question, I'd better send you to see your Buddha!"
He held both hands on the hilt of the sword.
"Don't do it yet! Do you want to see me die?" Vichuluo shouted.
Before he finished speaking, Xia Ze immediately turned around. Thunder and lightning surged from his palm. The thunder in his palm was so powerful that the raging thunder and lightning contained in it poured into the ground like a mountain torrent that had been accumulated for a long time.
The ground bulged, and a huge black figure, wrapped with thunder and lightning, broke out from the ground in front of Xia Ze. He immediately stepped on Xia Ze's resisting arm, flew high above his head, and then grabbed He got up from Bichuluo and fled far away.
There were two red beads the size of goose eggs, which slipped from Xia Ze's sleeves to the palm of his hand, and then Xia Ze threw them forcefully in the direction where the two demons fled, drawing two red lines in the night sky.
Behind the tiger demon, there was a sudden explosion, and then there were two burning red beads, which clattered tightly to his back, making him grin.
The light on the bead became more and more dazzling, and the tiger demon knew that something was wrong, so he had to cut off his wrist, put one hand behind his back, and slashed the tiger's claw, and the pieces of tiger skin, flesh and blood were torn off with the soul-seeking bead.
There was a loud bang in mid-air, and the beads became transparent and flew back to Xia Ze's hands.
"Li Huo!" Xia Ze shouted.
Before he finished speaking, the Lihuo Sword inserted in the ground soared into the sky, drawing a dazzling light in the night sky that was more dazzling than the previous two. Then he caught up with the two fleeing demons and penetrated them with one sword.
Xia Ze ran very fast, with two divine walking armor and horse talismans attached to his feet. His steps were like flying, he crossed the high temple wall, and punched out on the top of the mountain!
A golden fist shadow flew out towards the position of the tiger demon and Vichuro.
No one expected that in such a dangerous situation, the tiger demon would reluctantly pull out the Lihuo Sword from his body, and then resolutely throw Vicchura's body towards the golden fist shadow.
After an explosion, a golden ripple appeared in the mountain, and Vichuro escaped into the demonic body derived from the demonic path, and disappeared into thin air.
Xia Ze frowned slightly when he saw the tiger demon's cruel behavior.
The tiger demon looked at him across the mountain. The tiger's claws patted its body, and the blood all over its body fell to the ground like dust.
"Boy, if you are really capable, stay on this mountain for three days. After three days, I, Chang Chong, will definitely return here and kill everyone on and off the mountain."
After he finished speaking, his figure swayed, scattered into a line of blue smoke, and disappeared without a trace.
Xia Ze stared at the top of the mountain for a long time. After confirming that the tiger demon had left, he quickly walked down the top of the mountain and came to a towering ancient tree. His face turned miserable, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and leaned weakly against the tree.
Quickly use the method of inner vision to look around the Qifu acupoints.
You don't know it, the Qi Mansion is in a mess, and the two qi of gods and demons that were originally peaceful for the time being, because of his random use, are killing each other again. Every time they fight, Xia Ze will feel the energy coming from his internal organs. Severe pain.
The two qi were so strong that they expanded the battlefield to all the acupoints all over the body. The defeated spiritual qi clung to his veins like molten syrup.
Red blood overflowed from the tendons.
Xia Ze gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "Fuck your mother! I'll go to hell with you! I, Xia Ze, haven't suffered anything since my parents left. If you make such a fuss, if I snort, I will follow you." Your last name!"
The two groups of Qi in the body, as if they heard Xia Ze's provocative words, temporarily stopped fighting, and started to fight in the acupuncture points with all their strength. From time to time, Xia Ze would have bulges on his arms and calves, which hurt so much that he almost wanted to Passed out.
He gritted his teeth, grabbed a handful of dirt, stuffed his mouth full, and then grabbed the grass on the ground with both hands and fingers.
Another burst of indescribable severe pain hit Xia Ze, and Xia Ze's whole body was almost convulsed with pain. He arched his body twitchingly, with cold sweat covering his face.
Not only did the pain not lessen, it was like a raging wave, wave after wave, and the soil accidentally rolled into his lungs. He couldn't bear the strong nausea, coughed several times, and then vomited blood, water and mud.
Xia Ze was lying on the ground, his eyes blank, muttering a certain name in a daze.
Among the three souls and seven souls, the three auras that were originally sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight flew out in response. First, the weakest white aura hit the golden spirit, but was quickly knocked away.
Finally, there are bright red and orange auras, each holding the two spirits of gods and demons, pushing them back to their original positions bit by bit, ending this potentially endless war.
Xia Ze was lying on the ground, breathing heavily and raising the corners of his mouth.