As soon as he finished speaking, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas from all directions began to whisper some obscure Buddhist scriptures.
In an instant, golden Buddhist inscriptions spread all over the world, condensing into the palm of Gaia's sky above the sky!
The heavy pressure constantly forced the Demon Lord to bend down, but in response to this pressure, the Demon Lord just smiled wildly and said:
"You need a boat to sail across, great wisdom, I remember your name.
You are also the strongest person who has died in my hands so far."
These words made the melon-eaters a little puzzled, because the Demon Lord's words were so confident that they didn't seem to be bluffing at all.
As the referee of the battle at Wuxia Mountain, Huan Cangyuan seemed to have thought of something and said solemnly:
"The Demon Lord wants to use that move. I don't know if that move can kill Quezhou, but it's not difficult to break through Fangxi Tianling Mountain."
Seeing the doubtful looks cast by everyone, Huan Cangyuan did not explain much, but kept his sight firmly fixed on the battlefield.
As for Que Zhou's words to the Demon Lord, he simply ignored them.
At this moment, he transformed into Sakyamuni Tathagata and raised his right arm high. Faintly in the sky, the palm gathered by infinite Buddha power has joined with his right palm!
The moment he opened his palm, the vast universe and the boundless Milky Way seemed to be included in his palm.
This is his last palm! It is also the palm that gathers all his power!
The next second, the palm fell, countless Sanskrit sounds filled the world, and along with the devil's wild laughter, everything returned to dust!
By the time Quezhou raised his right hand, the Demon Lord's aura had dropped to the limit, and his eyes were filled with an unbelievable look.
"Impossible! Impossible! Why can't I use it! Huan Cangyuan shouldn't have stopped me, and he definitely doesn't have the ability to do it in such a short time..."
Having said this, the power of the Tathagata's palm in the demon body exploded again, and under the immeasurable holy light, golden rain fell. On the Lingshan Mountain, the Buddhas clasped their hands together and recited the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra" in a low voice.
"I have heard that at one time the Buddha was in the Trayasa Heaven, preaching the Dharma for his mother.
At that time, all the indescribable Buddhas, as well as the great Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas from the immeasurable worlds in the ten directions came to assemble.
I praise Sakyamuni Buddha for his ability to manifest the power of incredible great wisdom and supernatural powers in the evil world of five turbidities, to tame strong sentient beings, to know the Dharma of suffering and happiness, and to send his attendants to inquire about the World Honored One."
Ten Thousand Buddhas were sent to their end. This was the last thing Quezhou Yifandu could do for the Demon Lord. Looking at the corpse that turned into little golden light also represented the Demon Lord's mysterious and awe-inspiring life disappearing in the long river of time and space.
Immediately, the Lingshan Mountain was shattered, the ancient temple disappeared, and only one person was left on the top of Wuxia Mountain, but the Manjusri Sword was still suspended beside him, and the live broadcast box belonging to this battlefield disappeared.
But Que Zhou's eyes were looking at the bloody sun, which had reduced his presence to the lowest level early on. A small black hole emerged inside, and there was a vague figure standing there.
Quezhou clasped his hands together, watched the figure and the black hole disappear at the same time, looked at the horizon and sighed inexplicably.
In this battle, he didn't win or lose, but he still had some regrets.
Perhaps aware of Quezhou's complicated mood at this moment, Buddha's light gathered on the Manjusri Sword, and a cute-looking little monk who was only the size of a palm appeared.
He said seriously: "Master Quezhou, you are too obsessed with this. This is not good."
Quezhou poked the little monk's head helplessly and said, "It's not obsession, but I just didn't see the last move, so I always feel a little unwilling.
Other consciousnesses have already taken charge of the Buddha part, and I only need to specialize in the martial part, but it is just like this that makes me feel this regret that should not exist."
The young monk shook his head and said seriously: "Then how does this compare with Emperor Yuanxie?"
There was a hint of fighting spirit in Quezhou's eyes: "He is the one with the obsession, but now I am not as good as him, but fortunately we have room for improvement.
Next, I will take you to the Human Realm Huizhutang to let you realize the power of your own realm as soon as possible. As for me, it is time to prepare for breaking through the Shattered Sky Realm.
If one or two roads cannot break that barrier, then I will realize that the third, fourth, tenth, three thousand roads converge, and it is not impossible to win through measurement."
Then Quezhou put the young monk on his shoulder, put the Manjusri sword into the scabbard on his back, and when he took a step out, the figure had disappeared.
However, this battlefield that should have returned to nothingness has undergone some different changes, and the cracks in the space are constantly healing.
The sunken Wuxia Mountain began to stand upright again, and the gable wall riddled with holes was constantly repaired by an inexplicable force.
In the medical hall.
Everyone looked at Huan Cangyuan with scrutiny and suspicion at the same time. After all, they all clearly heard the Demon Lord's last words through the live broadcast.
Huan Cangyuan was confused, what was stopping him, what was he unable to endure, what the hell was that!
It feels like yellow mud is sticking to my crotch, it’s either shit or shit.
Just as he was thinking about how to explain this to everyone, two small squares appeared in the dark live broadcast space of Fortune Mountain.
One of them is surrounded by a layer of blood flames, and the other is decorated with a small white lotus.
At this moment, everyone knew that the last two battles related to the first game were going to start at the same time, but what they were curious about was who would be on Lin Mo's side.
Nowadays, no one from the eight tribes has shown up, and the Qin Sheng, who is ranked ninth on the heavenly list and is only under the God Gu Evil Emperor, has not shown up either.
And the Lord of the Underworld, who has long brought the underworld to play with the human world, is number 10 on the Heavenly Ranking, but he has yet to show up.
So in the last two battles, there are many candidates for the participants who will represent Lin Mo's side.
Immediately, everyone immersed their spiritual power into these two small squares, and a poem trumpet sounded in their ears!
Kill, just live up to your dignity!
Destroy, the sole emperor is domineering!
Fight, the victory belongs to me!
Fight, the emperor comes from heaven!
A flash of red light fell from the sky, and the location was still Wuxia Mountain, but it was Wuxia Mountain that no longer seemed to have any traces of battle.
A red sun has long been hanging high in the corner of the sky, and on top of the mountain, a white shadow has been waiting for a long time.
He was sitting on a big rock, holding a long sword with a strange red light in both hands, and quietly watched Zunhuangtian walking towards him step by step.
The battlefield on the other side.
No birth mother, empty hometown.
This most simple poem title, which is not a poem title at all, has already revealed who it is.
The Holy Mother Wu Nian stepped into the void and looked at the vast ocean water below, frowning slightly.
He looked carefully at the young man in black standing on the sea, exuding bone-chilling murderous intent and malice.
The next second, the figure of the young man in black disappeared, and a powerful white light instantly penetrated the Wu Nian Virgin Mary, and the fist pressure of the ocean waves crushed the Wu Nian Virgin Mary's body to pieces.
Scattered pieces of flesh, blood and bones fell into the sea.
The young man in black licked his bright red lips and said with some lingering thoughts: "Sure enough, it's a bit difficult to really kill you."
The Holy Mother of Wu Nian came through the air from another direction at this time. Her white clothes were not stained with any blood stains. She just said lightly:
"Lin Mo, no, I'm evil Lin Mo."
Also on Wuxia Mountain, Zunhuangtian clenched his fists and couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes:
"With this white dress and this feeling of being under the warm sunshine, you are Lin Mo's good body!"
The last two battles of the first game start at the same time!