"Fellow Ksitigarbha, Shen's remarks are not true. Everyone has different definitions of good and evil. I don't know how to explain the relationship between cause and effect and good and evil."
Shen Lang said frankly.
"It doesn't matter, what Daoist Fellow Shen just said has given me a lot of inspiration. My mentor's obsession may not have any meaning as you said."
The young man in monk's robe shook his head and sighed, no longer having any hesitation in his heart.
I saw him clasping his palms together and silently reciting Sanskrit sounds.
Suddenly, the Buddhist inscriptions above his head surged like a tide, and then turned into a whirlpool.
At this moment, the seal of Shura Pagoda was unlocked by the young man in monk robes.
"Buzz buzz!"
The golden divine light released by Pangu's severed foot poured down, and the terrifying energy fluctuations almost swallowed up everyone in the tower.
The entire Shura Tower was roaring and shaking.
The young man in monk's robe stretched his palms to the sky, shooting out the dazzling nine-color Buddha light, resisting the impact of the golden divine light.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, this poor monk can't hold on for long, you should quickly take away this broken foot of Pangu!" the young man in monk's robes said.
"good!"
Shen Lang took a deep breath and immediately transformed into a blood shadow, flying towards Pangu's severed foot in the sky above the tower.
The power of divine light released by Pangu's broken foot is comparable to the previous broken arm of Pangu from the Tomb of the Water Witch. Shen Lang's body and soul may have been nourished by Pangu's divine light and can barely withstand the energy fluctuations of the divine light.
The moment Shen Lang approached Pangu's severed foot, he sacrificed the Samsara Heavenly Palace and took Pangu's severed foot in the Shura Tower into the second floor of the Samsara Heavenly Palace.
Seeing that Shen Lang was able to touch the remains of Pangu without being injured, the young man in monk's robes was completely relieved and sighed: "The mission of the poor monk is completed."
Zhen Yuanzi and others also looked happy.
Just when Shen Lang floated to the ground, a roar that shook the sky suddenly came from outside the Shura Tower: "Shen Lang, son, get out of here quickly!!!"
Everyone in Shura Tower was instantly alarmed.
This roar seemed familiar, and Shen Lang's expression changed drastically: "This voice... is Kong Xuan!"
Zhen Yuanzi frowned and said: "Shang Zhou's bandit army is really lingering."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunderous roar outside the Shura Tower.
Kong Xuan fought with Di Ting, who was guarding the mountains in the world.
Outside Shura Pagoda.
"Anyone who dares to trespass into the mountains will die!"
The Furious One opened its mouth and spat out a large amount of black sea water. Countless Yaksha ghosts emerged from the sea water, holding three-pronged forks, and charged towards Kong Xuan.
"Huh, what a small trick!"
Kong Xuan had a look of disdain on his face. He lifted up his sleeves and rolled up the five-color thunder, which was like an overflowing river, and bumped into the ghostly figure of Yaksha who was charging towards him.
"Boom boom boom!"
A series of ear-piercing roaring and bursting sounds came.
Countless Yaksha ghosts were turned into nothingness under the bombardment of five-color thunder, but those killed by the bombardment quickly condensed into shape and launched attacks one after another.
"Huh? It's actually the art of reincarnation?"
Kong Xuan was quite surprised when he saw the ghostly shadows of the Yakshas that had been killed by the magical power recover. He never expected that the mountains in this realm were shrouded in the power of such a superb law.
The so-called technique of reincarnation is a spiritual magical power based on the law of reincarnation.
The soul in this spiritual realm can be transformed into an immortal body, which is an extremely advanced magical power, at least the third level of peak magical power.
Although this spiritual realm is clever, it also depends on the ability of the "soul operator".
With just this ability to listen carefully, there is no way to fight against Kong Xuan.
"Third-level magic, nine-color thunder!"
Kong Xuan pushed his palms forward, and dazzling nine-color lightning rolled up in his palms, sweeping towards the incoming Yaksha ghost.
The nine-color lightning, carrying indescribable strange power, killed all the Yaksha ghosts in an instant. Before these ghosts could regroup, the nine-color lightning struck at the black cloud at the speed of teleportation.
Listening carefully.
Di Ting's expression changed drastically. He had never seen such a terrifying power of thunder.
Seeing the nine-color thunder suddenly attack, it was almost inevitable for Di Ting to avoid it.