Demonized Great Dao

"Amitabha..."

"Buddha is demon, and demon is Buddha. Benefactor, are you still not enlightened?!"

The Buddha Venerable, his entire body pitch-black, murmured a bizarre Buddhist chant. The vast golden radiance he once possessed had now turned into eerie black mist. As his voice fell, black mist spread across the sky.

A Buddha radiating black Demon Qi slowly emerged from the dense fog.

The golden lotus beneath him had transformed into a ghastly pale bone lotus pieced together from countless skeletons.

The Buddhist beads in his right hand had become skulls, each emitting a ghostly glow.

As the black Buddha slowly turned them, wave after wave of shrill screams rang out.

At that moment, as the Buddha Venerable struck out at Shen Lin with one palm, the black Buddha above him made the same move. A gigantic black palm came crashing down from the sky.

On the other side, Yu Tianyuan spread his arms wide. The black wings behind him beat incessantly, whipping up a bloody wind. In an instant, a demonic gale capable of slicing flesh and rotting bone surrounded Shen Lin, continuously shrinking toward the center.

Seeing this, Shen Lin immediately tried to raise his saber.

But in the next moment, the back of his right hand suddenly split open, and pitch-black vines sprouted from it, wrapping tightly around his arm and leaving him unable to move.

Jianmu Tree's doing?

Shen Lin froze for a moment. Just now, he had not sensed any foreign object landing on him.

Those vines seemed to have grown directly from his own flesh.

And while he was distracted, the black palm in the sky came crashing down, while the stench around him had already become unbearably pungent.

After these fellows had transformed into the Demon Race, their strength had not diminished—instead, it had