Sword Qi was like frost, and it dispersed after a long time.
Old Daoist Open your eyes and look ahead.
Originally prepared to die, he suddenly froze when he heard the hustle and bustle around him. The sky was clear and everything was quiet. Suddenly, he seemed to have turned into the Human World, which should have been peaceful. A trace of fear and fear flashed in the eyes of the ferocious demon in front of him. Then the wind blew by, and the demon slowly collapsed and was destroyed.
Silent and breathless.
What a magnificent scenery.
In the vastness of thousands of miles around, all the demons and monsters are dead. When the wind blows, they are scattered like dust falling on the ground. At the same time, what is also disintegrating is the Daoist great who stands tall and towering, as if he is invincible. Divine Ability, the young Daoist-like Heavenly Manifestation collapsed, annihilated, and completely disappeared in the wind, and the power borrowed from all living beings in the world and mountains and rivers returned.
The dignified twenty-four Dharma Drum-level Xuantan, which gathered an unknown amount of power from Zhongzhou, could only sustain one sword strike.
But with just one sword, hundreds of thousands of demons can be annihilated.
Young Daoist slowly opened his eyes.
The wounds that appeared on his body in an instant were due to the backlash caused by forcibly controlling such a terrifying power. His state of mind would not be lost in the power of Heavenly Manifestation, but the extremely majestic Qi, and it was not the Qi of the human body, but the Qi of heaven, Earth Qi, but controlled by himself, would definitely suffer backlash.
Even if he himself is just the one who raises the altar.
After shaking hands, the circulation of Primordial Prenatal Qi in the body became a little jerky. Daoist Primordial Prenatal Qi already knew his fate. Qi WuHuo's Primordial Spirit felt that his life span was only about a hundred years left. Moreover, this time's shortened life span could not be compensated for by pills. Carrying all living beings consumed his life span.
It can no longer be compensated externally.
Most of the things that can make up for the life span are to forcibly restore the body and Primordial Spirit to a younger state. But now, as Primordial Prenatal Qi, his Daoist sect, his upper limit of life span has been directly reduced by three decades. This is the price of bearing the burden of the common people, which is also [Heavenly Injury]. Young Daoist lay back, looked at the sky, the wind blew across his face, and just closed his eyes.
"Big profit."
In the void, all the demons were shattered, and a Dao Body figure was forcibly forced out. It opened its mouth and coughed out a large amount of blood. It looked confused and complicated, and said, "How is it possible, how is it possible that there is such a Divine Ability..."
He already felt that he had absolutely no security issues -
He has big Divine Ability.
An ontological prototype that doesn't really matter.
Abandoning one's own physical body and a little bit of spirituality, only circulating and changing among the demons of filth. Among these millions of Demonic Beast, as long as there is one alive, then he is alive. Even if he is surrounded and killed by North Pole Exorcism Institute's embryo-killing thunder method, he can still be revived from other bodies.
It is the so-called Primordial Spirit immortality, a little bit of true spirit, lasting forever for all tribulations, inexhaustible killing, and endless killing. It is a mysterious scripture method that is extremely difficult to deal with.
He even hid many evil spirits and never let them go out to fight.
It's just a way out for yourself.
That's why you dare to challenge North Pole Exorcism Institute so boldly.
But just now, it was that sword.
Just a sword!
The body he prepared.
All, all, all were killed!
All souls are destroyed!
The face of this man shrouded in a strong evil miasma was ferocious and twisted, and he was covering his chest. Just now, under absolutely unavoidable circumstances, he withstood a sword with his body. The immortal armor that protected him was split into cracks, and he suffered several wounds. He said with a ferocious expression, "This is... the method of the Xuantan. It gathers the stars, earth, water officials, humanity, and all the luck of all living beings, and then draws out a sword."
"Whose way is he cultivating!"
"Whose method are you practicing!"
"Why is it so complicated, and why is it so pure!!!"
"Where did this crazy Daoist priest come from? Are you willing to die? The world and the common people are heavy, how can a mere Daoist priest be able to bear it?! It is so heavy, just like a man carrying a heavy weight, there must be a heavy cause and effect that will shorten your life, reduce your blessings, and leave you with no place to die!"
With resentment in his heart, he was about to rush over and kill the exhausted young Daoist, but suddenly there was a chill behind him, and his pupils suddenly shrank, almost instinctively, and they suddenly turned into thousands of bodies and spread out. Just then, he barely managed to avoid a knife. The heavy long knife was just over a mile away from the blade, and it suddenly slashed down. The blade was wrapped with thunderbolts, splitting a crack in the mountains on one side.
The figure revived.
However, seeing the heavily armored Ling Miao Gong, he gave up defense and pursued absolute killing.
The sword missed, but he was not afraid. He just turned around and the long-handled sword used for fighting on the battlefield took advantage of the force of the first move and slashed it down again. The kind-hearted Ling Miao Gong was furious and shouted angrily:
"Come die!!!"
"It's just the true form, who can't do it?"
The man seemed to know that he would never be able to escape this time. The evil miasma escaped, and he also showed a change in his true form, turning into a posture that was slightly lower than Ling Miao Gong's original mountain form, but still very large. This state put great pressure on Primordial Spirit, but the amount of Yuan Qi and the speed of mobilizing Yuan Qi were greatly improved.
It is an all-round improvement.
The two Gods and Devilss showed their true colors and were fighting. Suddenly, there was a fierce roar of dragons, thunder and fire rolled, and fell from the sky.
It hit the man's back hard, and the huge thunder and fire rolled and circulated, making his body stiff and staggering forward. He directly withstood Ling Miao Gong's knife, and Primordial Spirit almost couldn't hold on.
The real dragon hovers in the void, its golden eyes are cold.
The qi machine burned and turned into a golden-red cloud, which vaguely had the strength of the Dragon Lord level.
Ao Liu directly used his own body to resist the man's decisive blow Divine Ability, with bleeding from the corner of his mouth and a determined look in his eyes. "Ling Miao Gong, do it!" It's the fault of the father if the son doesn't teach. Even if there are people behind such a disaster, it is the responsibility, and malfeasance is malfeasance. At this moment, he is almost risking his life.
Ling Miao Gong is not a rigid person, and his sword skills are becoming more and more domineering.
That aura was as if he would not let this man go even if he was killed along with Ao Liu.
In this battle, the land also suffered a lot of losses.
Ling Miao Gong Seeing the juniors who were familiar with each other die one by one in front of his eyes, he felt so sad that he was already furious.
Under the battlefield of immortals and gods, the people of the Human World have completed their own battle.
They themselves, under the Gods and Devils arrangement that could be called True Lord level, protected their homeland from the crazy monsters, even if they paid an extremely heavy price, soldiers against soldiers, against generals. This was originally a disaster that was rushing to destroy the entire Zhongzhou within half a day. It was calculated to be more tragic than Zhongzhou's heritage.
But people are not grass and trees, nor are they calculating.
It is human beings who are always more despicable than expected, but it is also human beings who exceed the upper limit of expectations in desperate situations.
A soldier was breathing heavily, holding a broken spear in both hands, and his body was shaking. He watched all the demons disperse. First he couldn't believe it, and then he realized that he had survived. The dream-like feeling made him murmur, "I survived..."
"Hahaha, Laozi survived, Old Man Li three, Laozi survived, do you know?"
"Old Man Li three, Li..."
He turned around and saw his comrade-in-arms lying on the ground, his eyes dimly looking at the sky.
No one answered him.
He looked around and saw his comrades who were suffering heavy casualties.
He opened his mouth.
Suddenly he burst into tears.
Obviously I am happy to have survived, but my grief is even greater.
And in the City Lord's Mansion, the source of this disaster, the demon who was transformed into flesh and blood and had endless miserable faces on the branches and leaves, also collapsed. However, the evil spirit here was extremely strong. After the demon was killed, the evil spirit still existed, and it was about to break out again, looking for many human parasites. However, at this moment, the endless Buddha light in front of it, which had been checking and counteracting this thing, disappeared in an instant.
There was just a monk in gray standing there.
Put your hands together and look calm.
Don't resist.
As a result, these evil spirits rushed into monk's body almost instinctively. His face instantly turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and large beads of sweat fell from his face. However, he did not retreat or avoid it, and he forcefully accommodated the remaining evil spirits. His eyes were calm, and he felt the misery and persistence of the sentient beings in the evil spirits. He just said a word of mercy.
Immediately, Buddha light was circulated.
The result Varada Mudra is submitted.
The huge demon that was transformed into flesh and blood and swallowed up the entire City Lord's Mansion had countless branches and vines, all of which had human faces, men, women, old and young, suffering and persistent. At this moment, all their evil thoughts were endured by monk, and under Buddha light, the viciousness on the faces of these people who were swallowed up and killed by the demon at the first time was gone, and they were transferred to malicious madness.
Be free from the bondage of this demon.
"Everyone, let's go."
"North Pole Exorcism Institute If they come, they won't care if you are being held hostage."
"We, we..."
"You are not monsters. People who are trapped by evil spirits also have a chance to turn around."
Grey-robed monk put his hands together and said with a gentle expression on his pale face, "Everyone, please go."
The remaining evil thoughts were driven crazy and unwilling. "What are you doing?! What are you doing?! These people also killed people, they are accomplices, they are accomplices, what are you doing..."
Grey-robed monk replied, "Killing all living beings in order to survive is not a sin, a sin, and it is not an evil."
"But it's bitter."
"What causes people to behave like this is evil."
"Why don't you destroy them! Why!"
He stepped forward with calm eyes, turning Buddhist beads, and Buddha light flowing under his feet, even if he had this evil obsession, he would answer:
"Mercy."
"Why bear the evil spirit?!"
"Mercy."
If this evil energy escapes, the common people will inevitably be eroded. This is also the possibility of the monster's final survival. The latter's remaining spiritual thoughts are almost crazy and crazy. "What about yourself? You are also a human being. You will also change to extremes because of our energy. Hahahaha, you will also turn into us..."
"If your strength were to fall into Shura, the weight of killing would be much greater than if you didn't bear the evil energy today and let me recover!"
"What, you think you won't be infected?!!"
Monk's voice was calm. "Then the poor monk will commit suicide before he becomes a demon."
"You--"
"Seeing people Suffering of Birth but doing nothing is not compassion."
"And you have committed many evil deeds, endangering and killing people for pleasure. I don't need to say more, just one word."
Grey-robed monk took a step forward, raised his right hand, turned Buddhist beads in his hand, and wrapped it around the edge of the fist.
Hold tight.
Eighteen Bodhi seed, all emitting crystal clear light.
Punch hard.
The entanglement of Qi turned into the roar of a huge lion, Buddha light was as clear as a burning flame, the sound shook all directions, but it was bright and upright.
"Die!!!"
My Buddha is also angry Lion's Roar!
Buddha light skyrocketed, directly dispelling all the remaining demonic and evil spirits on the entire City Lord's Mansion, killing decisively and without mercy! Finally, Buddhist beads fell down, and only the remaining tail of the bewitching voice left by the evil obsession was left, and he murmured, "You are compassionate to all living beings, compassionate to the innocent, and compassionate to those who fall into the devil's way. What about you?"
Monk Bodhi seed dropped and replied calmly:
"As a poor monk, I don't need mercy."
The demonic thoughts are speechless, collapsed and annihilated.
Monk carried this evil spirit and left step by step, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
I only chanted Diamond Sutra, using my body to trap the evil miasma and resolve it with Dharma, instead of killing the demon with thunder just now. In that case, the souls of many innocent people swallowed by it would also disappear. Monk I have seen those people. They are very good people. It is sad to be trapped here and they do not deserve to die.
Don't deserve to die.
There are Mahayana in Buddhism and Hinayana. The world respects Mahayana, but poor monks only respect Hinayana.
The Hinayana crosses itself, among which are ascetics, and the world laughs at them for their stupidity and dullness.
But Buddhism says that everything in the world is corresponding. The suffering of everyone in the world and the happiness of everyone in the world are equal.
In this case, the poor monk will suffer more.
People in the world will suffer less.
Do asceticism for the sake of the world.
Monk stepped step by step, leaving bloody marks on his back. His body was in severe pain, his eyes were calm, and he just said:
"Mercy..."