He Xiaotian is truly capable of forcing an old demon who has been cultivating for thousands of years to explode.
The power released by collecting essence and blood for hundreds of years is not in vain at all, as is the Buddha's light on the Ksitigarbha Demon Monument.
Perhaps, when the three demons were just suppressed, or even five hundred years ago.
All big demons should be afraid of the three points of the Demon Suppressing Monument, otherwise.
The legend of the sacred mountain will not be spread in the underworld for only a hundred years.
But thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the Buddha's power in the stone tablet has long been exhausted. How can there be any threat at all?
The only thing worthy of praise is that besides its hardness, there is probably nothing else.
The overwhelming demonic energy is like an erupting volcano, surging and surging.
The entire starry sky completely dimmed.
The huge claws tore apart the space faintly.
Even the strong wind is so powerful that even the insect king will die if it is blown away.
When tens of thousands of scavengers saw this, they all took a deep breath.
Horrible!!
If this terrifying palm were aimed at them, it seemed like they would just close their eyes and wait for death.
Resist?
Don't make trouble, who can withstand this!
And I'm afraid even the person they admire so much is in danger of overturning.
Of course, He Xiaotian was so powerful in the past that he could defeat the big devil all the time.
But after all, there was no real battle between the two, and with their physical appearance, people couldn't help but think of the worse.
What's more, most people have never seen He Xiaotian take action, so they can only hear about it and never see him.
Of course, they hope even more that x can resist and win the final victory.
reason?
Without him, once x is defeated, it will be scavengers like them who will resist the big devil.
Who is willing to die if he can live?
It’s just human nature, even when you joined the Scavengers, you had already made sacrifices for it!
It has to be said that the big devil can become a mortal enemy of Buddhism, and he is only sealed in the sacred mountain before he is dead, so he still has some real skills.
Even if it is such a simple palm strike from top to bottom.
They all give people a feeling that the sky is falling and the earth is falling.
On the palm of the hand, the power of the five elements is intertwined and intertwined, creating and destroying each other.
Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth fall into a strange balance.
But it seems that every force is the strongest.
The majestic oppressive force, like the mighty waves of a river, suddenly descended on He Xiaotian, leaving him unable to avoid or escape.
We can only stay where we are and choose to resist.
The big devil's blood-red eyes shone with excitement, bloodthirsty, joy, and even some annoyance and regret.
He hasn't used his physical body to kill people in a thousand years, he only used his remaining soul to do things.
How could he not be excited and bloodthirsty!
I am happy because this human being who has constantly humiliated him, trampled his dignity on the ground, and rubbed it with his feet will finally become history.
No, he can pull out He Xiaotian's soul and take it into his body.
He will torture the other party with evil fire forever and ever.
The essence and blood of the strong people can be collected with great effort, just for a short time, which makes me feel a little annoyed and regretful.
If the bastard He Xiaotian hadn't gotten involved, he wouldn't have had to sacrifice like this.
Tens of thousands of scavengers outside?
It's not that he, the big devil, has high vision, but that his strength in this world cannot compare with the strong men everywhere.
Those who dare to come to the sacred mountain to seek opportunities have a minimum strength of around level five.
The environmental factors are there, and the energy tide has only passed for more than half a year.
The strength of most of the scavengers is indeed a bit too miserable to bet on.
The tens of thousands of people put together may only be able to equal the average blood essence and blood that the big devil is erupting at this moment.
Overall, he suffered miserably.
"boom!!"
Finally, before the big devil could breathe a sigh of relief, he realized that his hand felt wrong.
There seemed to be something extremely hard pressing against his palm.
"Buzz!!"
The overwhelming Buddha's light suddenly erupted from the palm of the big devil, making people unable to open their eyes.
"Rumble"
The big devil withdrew his huge palm that held up the sky, and saw a monk wearing a Vairocana crown on his head and a cassock. He held a tin staff in one hand and a pearl in the other, sitting on a lotus, guarding He Xiaotian closely.
"Ksitigarbha!!"
This call was full of pain, anger, and depression.
It's just a piece of stone tablet, but it has such incredible power.
Although his strength has been greatly reduced, he is far from what he used to be.
But it is not something that a stone tablet that has been corroded for thousands of years can stop.
If not, how could the man in black be overthrown before?
But the scene at this moment made the big devil have no choice but to believe it.
The stone tablet still has great power.
Ksitigarbha has seven meanings: one is able to generate meaning, which means that the Bodhisattva can give birth to all good dharma. The second is that it can absorb meaning, which means that the Bodhisattva can absorb all the good dharma into the enlightened heart. The third is that it can carry meaning, which means that the Bodhisattva can carry all living beings and relieve all suffering.
The fried shore is carried to the cool other shore. The four powers of hiding meanings mean that the Bodhisattva can hide all wonderful dharma. The five powers of holding onto meanings mean that the Bodhisattva can always hold on to all the wonderful good things and make them grow. The six powers of relying on meanings mean that the Bodhisattva can
It is supported by all sentient beings. The meaning of "seven solid and immovable" means that the bodhisattva's wonderful mind is as solid as a diamond and cannot be destroyed.
Of course, the power of Ksitigarbha in the Demon-Suppressing Monument cannot yet reach this level.
Otherwise, He Xiaotian wouldn't have to practice anymore and could just carry the stone tablet and push it across the entire Netherworld, which wouldn't be a problem.
But even so, it can be as strong as a diamond and unbreakable.
At least, the current big devil cannot burst out all his essence and blood to resist.
The mummy's blood-red eyes showed confusion and disbelief.
Even though he had lived for a thousand years, he still hadn't figured it out.
Why can the Ksitigarbha Demon Suppressing Monument be able to release such powerful power?
It's a pity that the big devil, an old antique, doesn't know much about the world.
There is a kind of person called the Krypton Gold Warrior, and there is the existence of Guabi.
As long as the money is available, nothing is impossible.
You are weak not because your skills are poor, but because you simply don’t have krypton money.
How to become stronger without recharging!
"You still dare to resist?" He Xiaotian stared, and the big devil wasted all the chili noodles on his body with one palm. He only had this bucket of storage space, and there was nothing extra. The drunken He Damangfu was furious.
Sincerely, right?
This drink can’t make him enjoy himself to the fullest!!
"Who are you with?"
Along with the violent shouting, He Xiaotian waved the Ksitigarbha Demon Suppression Monument and slapped the big demon in the face fiercely.
Eight Hundred Arhats +8, Zhu Xie +8, Eighteen Levels of Hell +8, released one by one.
On the stone tablet shrouded in the Buddha's light, eight hundred bald figures with their hands clasped together could be vaguely seen.
Each shadow provides a considerable bonus for this.
The Buddha's light is no longer peaceful and has become dangerous.
There seems to be a Vajra roaring inside, trying to ward off demons and protect the way.
"boom!!"
One blow hit the big devil right in the face.
This time it was no longer a small fight. Tens of thousands of scavengers could clearly see that the noses of the mummies seemed to have been flattened.
The entire huge body was knocked to the ground, and all the demonic energy began to dissipate.
The dark material in the sky makes up for it, and a little bit of starlight shines through.
The big devil was in severe pain and tortured all over his body.
It was as if someone had pried open the mouth, clamped the tongue with iron pliers, and pulled it out. Instead of cutting it off, it stretched it continuously and slowly dragged it away.
I was in severe pain all the time.
Then the ten fingers seemed to be cut short by scissors.
The so-called ten-finger-to-heart connection, if he hadn't been a devil and had experienced too much suffering, he would have been unable to help but cry out to release the pain.
Originally a dry and lifeless mummy, the high temperature spread throughout the body from the evil soul, making it as unbearable as entering a steamer.
Even the chest began to turn red, and there was a hint of burnt smell.
Like red-hot bronze, it was stuffed into my arms.
Then the frost spread again, and the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow and penetrated deep into the remaining soul.
There was no blood flowing inside the body, but after hitting a monument.
Strong oil appeared out of thin air and flowed freely through the meridians in the body.
The legs seemed to be penetrated by thousands of sharp knives, and the evil spirits collapsed and coalesced.
In short, the whole figure seems to have been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, and is being punished all the time.
Not to mention beheading He Xiaotian alive, even the murderous intention of the big devil disappeared with the torture.
The only thing he wanted was to stop.
I would rather be sealed in the sacred mountain again and live in silence until death than continue to bear the punishment of hell.
The above may not sound like much, just bite the bullet and endure it, and it will pass.
In fact, once you experience it, you will no longer have such thoughts.
"I told you to waste the chili noodles!"
"哐哐哐"
"I told you to do it!"
"哐哐哐"
"I told you to let me find the pot!"
"哐哐哐"
Every time He Xiaotian yelled, it was a brutal and inhumane one-sided beating.
Fortunately, the scavengers, who were used to seeing blood and cruelty, couldn't help but close their eyes.
terrible!
He is a ****, he looks just like the dog you have at home.
Any beating will increase the torture of the big devil.
It's like the torture of the eighteen levels of hell, gradually getting worse.
He Xiaotian, who was out of temper, didn't care about the big devil's pain.
The only thought in my mind is that I will beat you until your father can’t even recognize you as a turtle grandson!
"Bang bang bang!!"
I don't know how much time passed, but He Xiaotian was still swinging the Ksitigarbha Demon-Suppressing Monument.
"Hoo ho ho"
He seemed to be tired from the beating and began to pant.
"You gave me a bucket of chili noodles for nothing."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience rolled their eyes.
Are you mistaken? Is it really just because of a bucket of chili noodles?
In fact, He Xiaozhen was like this.
After all, he drank too much.
Perhaps the big devil never thought that one day a bucket of chili noodles would beat someone into a state of panic like a dead dog!
"Hoo ho ho"
After resting for a moment, He Xiaotian picked up the Ksitigarbha Demon Suppression Monument again and continued to beat him.
The dragon was lying in the quiet world waiting, his head already buried in the soil.
Don't dare to look!
Too bloody.
[Ding! Kill the Taihang Demon and get 350,0000 experience points. 】
"Huh? Dead? Bah!"
He Xiaotian spat disdainfully to express his dissatisfaction with the big devil.
Chili Noodles hasn't compensated you yet, you will die.
"Sorry, it's a pity my Zunyi pepper."
He Xiaotian sighed and shouted at Jiaolong with an unhappy look on his face.
"Xiao Hei, go home."
"Ouch"
Dragging its broken tail, the dragon immediately flew over.
"As one wishes."
When the Ksitigarbha Demon-Suppressing Monument continued to shrink until it became the size of a toothpick, He Xiaotian put it into the storage space and flew into the world with two horns in his hands.
At this moment, Vice Minister Luo was in a panic, his hands were shaking a little, and his legs were no longer working.
Who can tell him how to treat a drunkard so that he will not lose his temper?
By the way, this drunkard just beat to death a super boss in front of tens of thousands of people.