In the dark world, red thunder twists and turns. Suddenly, a ray of red light rises into the sky, and the roaring sword energy resounds throughout the world.
Baizhang Sword Light differentiates, one turns into two, two turns into four, four turns into eight...
For a moment, the dazzling red light surged and densely occupied half of the sky. The air flow tore, the cold light filled, and the sword energy that blocked the sky overturned the black cloudy sky, making it impossible to calm down and heal for a long time.
"The sword returns in a moment, the divine sword that defeats evil, exorcises demons and subjugates them!"
Suddenly, a sharp air explosion sounded, and the red light in the sky swooped down like a dome pressing down, shaking the space and washing away ripples.
Red light enveloped the earth, and in the next second, countless sounds of gold and iron clashed across the sky. Wisps of red sword energy gathered towards the center, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a blood-red giant sword that was more than a hundred feet high.
The sword body whizzed down, and the sword spirit roared loudly, suppressing the sound of lightning strikes all over the sky in one fell swoop. The unparalleled sword energy surged horizontally, and before it fell, it cut off a layer of the earth.
The hell creatures were too scared to run away and did not dare to stay near the gate of hell for a long time.
Under the red light, the King of Hell calmly looked at the giant sword penetrating from the sky, his purple eyes dyed blood-red by the red light.
Immediately afterwards, the golden starlight dispersed the blood energy, and stars and galaxies evolved in his eyes.
As his eyes moved, the one hundred and eight light points scattered in the surrounding space regained their strength, and their astonishing momentum became one, creating ripples in the sky and causing huge waves.
The river of stars rotated, wrapping up against the sword's power. The bright brilliance rotated round and round, erasing the sword's power and disappearing. It was shattered bit by bit, and was crushed and exploded.
The next second, a scorching red light bloomed high in the sky. A huge palm print opened up the cloudy sky, split the air, squeezed the heat wave, stirred up boundless chaos, and crashed down.
The star map crushed the sword's power, and the remaining power continued upward, colliding with the giant palm that covered the sky.
buzz buzz
There was no earth-shattering loud noise. At the moment of contact, the wind and waves roared, the air flow rolled, and the two extremely terrifying forces disappeared into nothing at the same time.
It wasn't until half an hour later that a roar like a landslide and tsunami came from the distance.
The King of Hell summoned golden light to protect himself. His face was extremely evil, and he gave birth to a holy aura. He frowned and looked at the height of the clouds where Liao Wenjie was, once again curious about the origin of his opponent.
In the view of the King of Hell, Liao Wenjie belongs to the top category among land immortals. Although his cultivation is far inferior to him, his methods and magical powers are extremely powerful, which can make up for it.
The strange thing is that these magical powers are pieced together without a reliable system. They are much more difficult than those land gods who practice both Buddhism and Taoism.
Which Buddhist great master is the reincarnation?
The King of Hell compared several characters and could not find anyone who matched him, but he firmly believed that Liao Wenjie was related to Buddha.
The evidence is very sufficient. The Tathagata Divine Palm move could not have been executed without the personal guidance of Sakyamuni.
It can't be wrong.
"If you don't want to say it, then let me verify it with my hands."
The King of Hell waved his hand, and the galaxy opened a path and wiped out the void, shortening the distance between himself and the sky. With one step, he was thousands of miles away.
After appearing, he appeared not far from Liao Wenjie, punched and palmed continuously, tearing the dark cracks into blades, and slammed into Liao Wenjie's body.
Click!
Rolling ripples criss-crossed the sky, churning up a mass of paste and squeezing out waves of wails like ghosts and wolves.
Liao Wenjie's clothes were torn, but his golden body was immortal, and he withstood this blow, which was neither light nor heavy.
"Not bad, little god of hell, you did your best."
Liao Wenjie patted the non-existent dust on his body and silently praised the Buddha. It was worthy of being the golden signboard of Daleiyin Temple. The golden body hammered out by him was indeed of high quality.
"An immortal golden body with such strength..."
The King of Hell frowned slightly, waved his hand and used the galaxy beam to tear apart the space in front of him, pulled Liao Wenjie in front of him, and punched down with his casserole-sized fist.
Liao Wenjie's vision went dark, and he felt that the fist in front of him was condensed with infinite darkness, but also contained countless starlight points. Wherever the fist passed, the airflow, dust particles, and sounds all stopped, as if time had been taken away.
.
Although he was very confident in Buddha's signature, this punch would definitely hurt him. Liao Wenjie did not dare to take it forcefully, so he put his fist under his belly and turned it into a palm gesture to shoot out.
Fists and palms collided, darkness and red light confronted each other, the turbulent flow of energy spilled shattered the void, boundless darkness twisted in, and the two figures disappeared at the same time.
A few seconds later, there was an explosion high in the sky of hell, and the shock wave spread in a circular shape, blowing away the rolling clouds and clearing the black sky.
The two kept their fists touching each other, sensing each other's momentum and looking for the fatal weakness to defeat the enemy.
After a while, the red light was swallowed up by darkness, the balance tilted, and victory gradually slipped towards the King of Hell.
Liao Wenjie's eyes flashed red, and he looked into the eyes of the King of Hell. The inner demon weaved evil thoughts and desires, causing his purple eyes to dim and lose their highlights.
After a successful attack, Liao Wenjie took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. A white light rushed out of his eyes, and purple blood exploded in the Hell King's eye socket.
Immediately afterwards, he waved his hands continuously, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten palm strikes hit the Hell King's chest, knocking him from the sky to the mortal world.
Before it was over, wisps of red light rose from the ground, condensing a hundred-foot-long sword body and wrapping it around the King of Hell.
The killing sword power condensed and turned into a blood-red crystal coffin, sealing the King of Hell inside, and then crashed onto a mountain in Hell.
Liao Wenjie stood in the air, looking at the coffin from a distance, spreading his fingers and shaking them violently.
"burst!"
Rumble
The scorching red light waterfall soared into the sky, and the bloody wind and rain spread into a continuous sheet, overwhelming the sky and rolling in all directions.
In its center, a sudden bright red light persists, like a slowly blooming red lotus, blooming between heaven and earth, using its divine power to smooth away the filth around it.
The red color of Yin Yin illuminates the mountains and rivers, and the powerful power contained in it can be clearly detected thousands of miles away.
Liao Wenjie took a deep breath and waved his hand to summon a large red light, which swept across the Dangping Mountains and continuously threw out mountain peaks to press against the withered bloody lotus.
Based on the strength that the King of Hell had shown before, an attack of this level could not harm him. As the battle between the two gradually escalated, Liao Wenjie became a little overwhelmed.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Hell King is playing easily and freely, but he is gradually unable to keep up with the opponent's rhythm. In other words, every time he improves his own rhythm, Hell King can easily maintain the pressure.
Fortunately, the clone is quite reliable and knows how to help him share the pressure and remove the seals from the whirlpool cracks in the Tokyo area one by one, allowing his strength to gradually approach its peak, otherwise this battle would have been over.
boom-
The dark sky pressed down, crushing the bloody light, and a tyrannical will filled the world, suppressing Liao Wenjie's breath.
The space in front of him was shattered, and his body was uncontrollable and dragged by invisible forces, moving in the direction of the flattened mountains.
There, there is a mass of darkness compressed to the limit, constantly swallowing up the mighty starlight. Every ray of star rising and dying contains the power of endless destruction.
Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly, his body flashed and disappeared, and he moved away from the dark area. He raised one hand and summoned a bloody sword.
Click!
Hearing a crisp sound, he twitched his eyes and glanced at the sword body, only to see that the sword body was broken from half of the position, and the fine cracks continued downward, spreading all the way to the hilt.
After all, it is a mortal thing with limited quality. It can kill demons and monsters. Against a strong person like the King of Hell, it has no sharp edge. It can only use the sword power as a fire stick.
Liao Wenjie held the Sword of Victory tightly, thinking that this sword was increasingly unable to keep up with his own pace. It was urgent to upgrade and he could not delay any longer.
But it's not possible now. Without the Sword of Victory as a carrier, his sword control skills cannot be brought into full play. He just hopes that this sword can last for a while longer.
The breaths are connected, and the Victory Evil Sword senses the master's expectation, buzzes and trembles in response.
"What, you said you were going to split, but it doesn't matter, you can still hold on?"
Buzz —
"I knew you could do it."
Buzz —
"Understood, your edge is already thirsty and you need to drink the enemy's blood."
Buzz —
"Shut up, just say you can do it, you can do it, you are not buzzing, there is nothing wrong with you, why are you trembling!"
Liao Wenjie raised his arms and shook, and the Shengxie Sword roared softly again. At the same time, two more cracks appeared.
After the brief conversation ended, the space in front of Liao Wenjie collapsed, and darkness enveloped him and starlight spurted out, swallowing up his place the moment he retreated.
The King of Hell stepped out of the starlight, and his exploded eye sockets had completely healed themselves. Perhaps it was the supernatural power of the evil demon that made him see unpleasant memories. His evil face was as cold as ice, and his purple eyes revealed murderous intent.
"What are you looking at? If you have the ability to face it head-on..."
Bang!
The King of Hell flashed and moved across. The moment Liao Wenjie raised his sword to block, he smashed the edge of the Shengxie Sword with a punch. The punch continued to exert force and hit him hard in the face.
At the same time, he stopped Liao Wenjie's nonsense and beat back the unfinished words.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom
A red light flew upside down, penetrated the vacuum tunnel, and carried shock waves visible to the naked eye, flattening the mountain peaks, rolling away the dust, and blowing it down.
The King of Hell stood expressionless, with the five fingers of his left hand spread wide, and with a sudden pull of Shattering Starlight, he pulled Liao Wenjie's escaping figure back in front of him, then formed a fist with his right hand and struck out with a loud bang.
His body shook, and the surrounding space rippled. The ground beneath his feet swayed like water waves, and the ground rose. Countless pieces of gravel were carried by the hurricane and pushed in all directions.
Liao Wenjie flew backwards again, and he didn't know how far he fell and how many mountains he smashed before he stumbled to a stop like a drifter.
"This punch really hurts..."
Liao Wenjie dismissed the broken sword, stood up with his hands on his slightly swollen cheeks, shook his head to dispel the dizziness, and looked in the direction of the King of Hell with an equally unkind look.
Far away, the King of Hell had repeatedly experienced Liao Wenjie's rough skin and thick flesh, and knew that if he didn't go all out, this battle would never end.
At that moment, he did not hesitate, his purple eyes transformed into a galaxy, taking in one hundred and eight rays of golden light, and his figure slowly grew in size.
The purple giant is three feet tall, strong and muscular, with extremely masculine beauty. It has a ferocious head and face, fangs in its mouth, and long hair that turns into horns and rises into the sky.
The two golden earrings he originally wore turned into two full-moon golden knives, one held by each hand.
Behind him, the starry Milky Way dimmed, forming a round of golden light of merit, before the divine power became more powerful.
The King of Hell·Happy to the Dharma of Heaven!
The purple eyes opened, like a bright sun in the sky, with a surging momentum sweeping across, and the overflowing pressure spread to the entire hell. Wherever it passed, everything became silent, and the space was baked into folds.
"No way, this bad guy actually has a golden wheel of merit?"
Liao Wenjie's eyes widened when he saw this. He had already said that doing all the bad things would bring about merit, and he would no longer be a gentleman in the first place.
boom!!
The King of Hell jumped up and landed in front of Liao Wenjie with a thunderous roar. He said condescendingly: "I am the King of Hell, in charge of a whole realm. I perform my duties well, and the heaven and earth can learn from me. My merits are immeasurable. Why shouldn't I have a golden wheel of merit?"
"Ah this..."
Liao Wenjie was stunned when he heard what he said. It was reasonable and well-founded. He couldn't argue. He could only look at the circle of golden windlass with envy, jealousy and hatred, and murmured in his heart.
It's just merit, nothing extraordinary, and he has it too.
On the other side of the system, the evaluation of his merits has been good from the beginning, but until now, this evaluation is just an evaluation, and the amount of merit has never reflected specific effects.
Short name: Useless!
After some thought in his mind, Liao Wenjie instantly regained his balance and conveyed his will, telling the clones in the world to hurry up. He would not hesitate to self-destruct in one minute at most. He wanted to see all his energy go back to his original body.
After the transmission was completed, Liao Wenjie raised his head and showed his big white teeth that were harmless to humans and animals: "Teacher Hell King, the merit you are carrying is so big, what is its specific use?"
Buzz!!
The King of Hell glanced coldly, and slashed down with the golden sword in his hand. The golden light turned into a blade, extending infinitely, filled with the vast and majestic charm of birth and death, and the vastness of all things.
Liao Wenjie's eyes suddenly shrank, he turned his hand and swung out his palm. At the moment when the bloody palm print was cut off by the golden blade, he narrowly avoided the blow.
Behind him, the golden light spread to the end of the world, and anything that stood in its way was split into two.
The earth roared, dust was like pillars, and boundless air waves surged horizontally. The sound was like destroying the heaven and earth. With just one blow, the haze all over hell was swept away.
(?`?′⊙;)
Where is the referee? There was a foul on the other side!
Liao Wenjie wiped the golden blood with golden light on his cheeks and hurriedly transmitted the message again. He was joking before. Within thirty seconds, within the thirty seconds limit, all the clones would self-destruct and clean up the trash.
If you don't hurry up, the main body will die and everyone will be in trouble!
The golden light struck again, and Liao Wenjie used the technique of small movement in the three realms to dodge. Unexpectedly, as soon as the golden wheel of merit turned around behind the King of Hell, a map of the stars of the Milky Way would appear.
Standing in it, he felt that the vast universe was boundless, flowers were blooming and falling, and stars were rising and dying in just a flick of his finger. He could not even find a single coordinate that could be transferred if he captured it with his mind.
At this moment, the ripples froze the sky and the earth. Alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to get back his power. Thinking of the hellish creatures still wandering around the cracks and whirlpools, he resisted the urge to survive.
Boom!!
The golden light tore apart, and the bloody light shot out.
As the King of Hell took the trouble to chop it down with his sword, the mighty waves of the galaxy rolled, and were then torn into pieces by the terrifying destructive power.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom
…
Outside the gate of hell, the exorcists looked pale, and their faces twitched every time a ray of golden light fell.
Isayama Yomi, who had been sulking before, now looked pale and bit his lower lip tightly, not even noticing the smell of blood emanating from his mouth.
The clone looked at the light screen with an expressionless face, quickly calculated with one hand, and then suddenly squeezed the starlight catalog in his palm.
"It's done!"
On the light screen, the Hell King stopped attacking and took a few steps back with confusion. In his sight, Liao Wenjie was lying on the ground, with blood splattering on his golden body. A stone mask was fastened on his face, with a trace of Yin Qi.
Pull it out and pour it into his body continuously.
Serious injuries that should have been fatal, under the nourishment of Yin Qi, healed themselves faster than the damage!
"The power of the underworld...how could this happen? Whose reincarnation is it?"
Soon, the distracted King of Hell realized that he had too many distracting thoughts, so he drew his sword and struck him with another round of crazy slashes.
This time, the situation is very different from before.
Amidst the roar, the golden blade that stretched across the world was defeated by a beam of white light. Then, a pair of white arms protruded from the dust and tightly clasped the hands of the King of Hell holding the sword.
Four bloody palm prints blasted out at the same time, hitting the Hell King, scattering dust and gravel, making the space dim, and flowing towards unknown places.
The King of Hell flew out upside down, leaving only a holy white appearance in place. His face could not distinguish between male and female, and there was a blood-colored vertical stripe on his forehead. He had six arms and was three feet tall.
The Dharma appeared, and the space suddenly changed. The black sky was broken like a mirror, and bloody beams of light were interspersed to illuminate hell.
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