Chapter 1830 The power of one palm! Taming the demon!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
As Otomo Yizhen raised the sword towards his family and subjects, the madness in his body became more intense, and his eyes were so red that they were almost bleeding!
"Crazy, the master of the house is crazy!"
"Run away, get out of this hellish place quickly!"
"Otomo Yizhen, we curse you. If you act so perversely, you will die in your own hands sooner or later..."
"..."
Amidst the wailing and desperate cries, terrifying blades tore through the surrounding buildings, billowing smoke and dust shot straight into the sky, and the entire Dayou family was completely reduced to ruins!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Footsteps sounded like drums, and Otomo Yizhen's figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes!
At this moment, his figure and appearance had changed drastically.
Weird green-black pieces of flesh squeezed out of the clothes and turned into tentacle-like strips of flesh. The face was as ferocious as a terrifying evil ghost. Densely packed eyes appeared on the muscles. Each eye was turning to look at the surroundings.
Everything, even just looking at him, will give rise to instinctive fear and panic.
"Run away! The daimyo was eaten by a demon!"
"He is not a daimyo, he is a demon, he is a demon!"
"Hurry up and find someone to go to Bihe Mountain to invite the Buddha to come down to the lower realm and suppress this demon!"
boom!
Passers-by on the street suddenly started running away in confusion.
Whoosh!
However, their escape aroused the anger of Otomo Yizhen: "Even you despicable bastards want to betray me... Do you still have a king and father in your eyes?"
"My father is as merciful as I am, how can I allow you to be unfaithful and unfilial people..."
"So, go to hell!"
boom!
He stepped suddenly, and the sword on his waist slashed out with a bang. The street instantly turned into a river of blood, and corpses were everywhere. However, under the demonic energy he exuded, these corpses had faintly demonic characteristics!
"Kill with me!"
"So what if you die? Life is my bull and horse, and death is my villain! No one can escape!"
Otomo Yizhen smiled ferociously, and billowing demonic energy enveloped him in all directions.
The next moment, the corpses of the Japanese that he had killed with his own hands actually started to move, spreading like a tide in all directions with the Dayou family as the center!
It’s like, a hundred ghosts walking at night!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Amidst Otomo Yizhen's unbridled laughter, the eyes all over his body lit up one by one.
He shines brightly on the world!
"Everyone in the world can deceive me and deceive me, but only my strength is worthy of me!"
"Have you laughed enough?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the attic in front of him.
"Um?"
Otomo Yizhen's laughter stopped suddenly, and his eyes couldn't help but condense.
After his bloodline was purified, he became the Son of Glory, and he was successfully promoted to Chonglou. However, within such a short distance, he did not find the owner of the voice at all!
"Do you know that there are more than six Buddhas from Tiantai sects outside the city at this moment, and they are all looking at you to see how crazy you can be in the end..."
The owner of the voice continued.
When Otomo Yizhen heard this, a look of anger flashed across his face.
Because of course he knows about this, and he also knows that Francisco, that bastard bishop of the Holy Spirit Church, has escaped, and the best outcome left for him may be death!
Even more, according to his understanding of the Tiantai sects, it is more likely that he was skinned, boned and fleshed, and eaten alive by the lofty Buddhas. Human skin was used to make cassocks, and the blood and bones were used to make alchemy bells.
So much so that when he thought of this, a trace of fear flashed across his eyes.
"Who the hell are you!"
Otomo Yizhen looked at the loft in front of him and spoke again.
While he was talking, he saw the window above the attic suddenly open, and a young figure was sitting with his back to him, seeming to be sipping tea. The faint fragrance of tea wafted from the elegant room, which was indescribably leisurely and tranquil!
This kind of temperament is really incompatible with the outside world that has turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Otomo Yizhen instinctively felt a little vigilant.
"Of course I'm the one who saved you!"
The owner of the voice turned around, it was Yang Fan.
At this moment, he was condescending, his eyes were like the sun and moon in the sky, looking down at Dayou Yizhen under the attic, and said lightly: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
"It's just that you haven't killed enough now to become this Buddha and achieve this fruition! I will allow you to sit on the immortal Buddha seat. It depends on whether you can kill enough to satisfy me!"
Yang Fan continued.
"Allow me to become a Buddha? What a big statement!"
Dayou Yizhen raised his head and looked at Yang Fan, but his eyes were filled with sternness, "Let me weigh your weight first and see if you have the qualifications to say this to me!"
boom!
He actually took the initiative to attack Yang Fan, his figure suddenly jumped up, and his sword suddenly came out of its sheath.
Whoosh!
An extremely fast arc seemed to appear in the void, like an antelope hanging its horns, slashing directly towards Yang Fan's neck!
"Magiciri!"
This sword was the result of Otomo Yizhen concentrating all his strength and coercing the tyrannical momentum of his previous killings. It was the ultimate sword of his. He thought to himself that no matter how strong the mysterious monk in front of him was, he would still have some clues!
However, the next second, his face suddenly changed color, showing horror!
"This is impossible!"
I saw that the mysterious monk in front of me was completely motionless in the face of this unprecedentedly ferocious sword strike. He let him slash at his neck. The sword collided with the flesh and blood body and made a clanging sound!
And the most terrifying thing is that his knife didn't even scratch the opponent's flesh!
"Have you finished weighing it?"
Yang Fan looked at him calmly, stood up calmly, and pushed away the sword on his neck with one finger, "Now, it's my turn. Let's see if your strength is qualified to be my... dog!"
After the words fell, Yang Fan slowly raised a hand and grasped Dayou Yizhen from a distance, just like a mortal reaching out to the stars and moon in the sky inadvertently to grab the stars and moon in the sky.
However, it was Yang Fan who did this, and he could never be like an ordinary mortal!
Therefore, when this palm was taken out, Dayou Yizhen felt that his eyes suddenly went dark, and he felt that the infinite world was suddenly turned upside down, the void collapsed instantly, and everything was turned into the ruins of eternal silence, and everything was about to be buried under this palm.
!
This palm is like the fist of the ruler of heaven and earth!
Cannot be resisted, cannot be looked at directly!
Otherwise, it will be destroyed!
"No!"
Facing this palm, Otomo Yizhen shuddered instinctively, feeling that he was as humble as an ant, as small as dust, and that all the brilliance was just the light of fireflies!
boom!
The world shrank like the palm of a hand, Yang Fan turned his palm into a world, and grabbed Dayou Yizhen into the palm of his hand. His five fingers were like five heavenly pillars. He looked down at Dayou Yizhen below like the master of all things.
"Tell me, do I have this qualification now?"
Dayou Yizhen experienced Yang Fan's power firsthand, and how could he dare to have any resistance in his heart? The sword in his hand fell to the ground, his legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of Yang Fan.
"...You are so great, you already have everything."
His head, which was originally held high, was pressed deeply into the ground.