Chapter 8 Test

"No, you can't refine this diamond."

The huge roar roared like thunder in the infinite ring.

Snake Spirit King Kong, the second arhat under the throne of the Ming Dynasty, is the power of the killing and bloody Buddha world. Now one of his billions is appearing in the sky of the infinite Ring, roaring in the air, and he can't wait to tear the small black dot under his body to pieces.

The small black dot is Wu Pengwei, who holds the King Kong sword.

The snake spirit King Kong roared angrily, and all the power condensed in the palm of nothingness. He was originally composed of light and shadow, one of the countless splits of the heavenly Bodhisattva. Compared with the god itself, the weak is almost like a cow's hair, which can be ignored, and in front of mortals, it is as powerful as a mountain.

"Kid, you go to hell for Ben King Kong."

The big palm is condensed, and there are blue and black mountains forming in the palm. This palm foot weighs tens of thousands of catties, which is enough to crush Wu Pengwei into pieces.

The power of King Kong means the absolute power to eradicate all evil.

Wu Pengwei did not look up, as if he was caught off guard.

"Boom"

The light gas bursts and the air flies.

The huge palm hit in the air, but stopped halfway.

A burly and majestic giant, full of golden light, crossed in front of the giant palm, put his arms on the shelf, and abruptly held up the powerful palm.

Soul one, the fourteen sons of the former blue water dragon clan, now the soul is annihilated, but the dragon that tempers its physical strength to the extreme is enough to compete with King Kong. At least, it will not be inferior in strength.

King Kong was furious, summoned up all his strength, and pressed down again.

And soul one, it's just that the body has dropped a few centimeters slightly. It's not that his power is inferior, but the pure sunken land under his feet.

"You should know, stupid big, many times, strength can't solve the problem."

Then Wu Pengwei raised his head and smiled. His fingers brushed over the blade of the sword and wiped away a trace of soil stained on it.

"No, don't touch my body."

The snake spirit King Kong was furious, and countless light vapors suddenly bloomed on its body, bursting, forming thousands of cyan snakes, rushing into the sky like a tide. Then, swooping down, the shape of each cyan light snake is completely different, and its strength is also completely different, but as long as it is touched, even if Just one will be made into mud by the soil light pressure contained in it.

At this moment, Wu Pengwei suddenly inserted the diamond sword in his hand on the ground, and then twisted a strange magic seal with both hands. This magic seal was the starting style of the Fuzang True Sutra, and also the first style of Buddhism's first martial arts "the life and death of the heavens".

The sound of Nirvana sounds, and there is Buddha's light in the chaotic sky. These lights have the effect of retreating evil and condensing the mind. At the same time, they are also the first killing tool of Buddhism. The moves are ever-changing, the power is deep and far, and at the same time they are not losing their sharp.

At this moment, the martial arts shown by Wu Pengwei's "Empty Eater" is mixed with a trace of mystery and strangeness.

A huge Buddha wheel appears in the void.

In this Buddha wheel, there are countless ancient Buddha characters and countless lights and shadows of the Bodhisattvas of the heavens. Each trace of light contains unparalleled power, which makes people feel irresistible. And these chaotic light comes out in every place, just like hungry beasts, devoured thousands of blue light snakes flying in an instant. .

"Impossible, the light of Nirvana, the Buddha wheel of life and death."

The light and shadow of the Snake Spirit King Kong condensed in the air in an instant, and he was frightened.

The light of the Buddha wheel is the light that maintains the first energy of the Buddha world, and is also the source of the fear of all arhats and bodhisattvas. Although this Buddha wheel is so small and delicate, the breath in it, the fierce breath of one of the three Buddhas, "killing Buddhas", can't help overflowing. Even if there is only a trace, it is enough to make the snake spirit gold. I just trembled.

Tens of thousands of years ago, when it was still a murderous demon, it was this killing Buddha holding the Buddha wheel of life and death, which defeated its tyranny and ferocity with one blow, and was willing to become the protector of Buddhism from then on.

Now he is just a wisp of regret, snake spirit King Kong, one of the regrets of countless planes, but even so, the fear imprinted in the depths of the soul cannot be erased, deeply arousing its fear and memories.

A moment of trembling and stillness.

But it was at this moment that a huge body of the soul rose to the sky like a cannonball, punched out, bombarding the body of the snake spirit diamond nearly ten meters high, smashing it into the ground like a stone, bringing countless smoke and dust.

The next moment, when the snake spirit King Kong raised his angry head, a boot had trampled on its cheek fiercely. The light contained in it was like a golden flame, which made him feel extremely painful, and the light of the Buddha wheel came through the tip of the boot, making him unable to move with fear.

"Sometimes, power can't solve the problem, but it can simplify the problem."

Wu Pengwei, the owner of the boot, smiled indifferently, and his right hand probing into the light and shadow body of the snake spirit King Kong like electricity, and squeezed it.

"No..."

The face of the snake spirit King Kong began to twist, and finally turned into fragments of light and shadow all over the sky, while Wu Pengwei's right hand condensed a tiny pattern of Snake Spirit King Kong, only the size of a nail.

Pull out the diamond sword on his waist again, and put his right hand on the blade. The luxurious and thick white light appeared on the body of the sword made of white jade, which was brilliant and powerful.

At this moment, the unparalleled King Kong Sword was completely under the control of Wu Pengwei.

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Blood is all over the sky. Countless thunder and light fireslashed down from the thick clouds, blowing the molten slurry on the ground into pieces, splashing and shooting everywhere. The hot molten slurry is like a boiling flame. Wherever it passes, the smoke is permeated and the earth cracks.

This is the world of killing - the door to death.

On the dark red earth, there is no living thing, of course, except the bloody Shura.

These bloody Shura are the products of the door of death, representing killing and brutality, pure killing machines, no consciousness, no soul, they themselves are part of the door of death, an inseparable part.

The air is filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.

In the rising of smoke, on the top of a high mountain, countless bloody Shura were torn to pieces by sword spirit and knife light. At the top of the mountain, a huge white dragon was roaring up to the sky, and his voice was full of helplessness and pain.

It was awakened from a long sleep.

At the moment of awakening, a square ancient simple sword was swinging down in the air. The white dragon was shocked to get up, but a huge diamond light and shadow rushed out of the sword body in an instant, wrapping it out like a snake, tightly around the white dragon's neck, and tens of thousands of power made the dragon unable to move.

And the next moment, the white dragon's head broke away from his neck and fell to the ground.

The dragon's body turned into white pieces of light and shadow, and a trace was involved in the middle of the forehead of the man holding the sword. There was a vague silver spot, which was the size of a fingernail, shaped like a cloud in the sky, squirming endlessly.

When the light of the white dragon is involved in it, the light spot will automatically disappear, and the forehead will be smooth again.

"I didn't expect you to be a good at dragon-killing. It seems that you have learned a lot of dragon-killing skills in the 'Endless Sea'."

On the top of the mountain, Xiang Ruolan is sitting cross-legged, with a light yellow blanket under her. She prefers light yellow, and the things she carries are always light yellow, elegant and beautiful, just like her dusty temperament.

"No, I didn't kill a few dragons in the 'Endless Sea', and they were slaughtered by Miao Wu."

Wu Pengwei put the diamond sword into the sheath and sat down next to Xiang Ruolan, so that he could look at the iron block in the other party's hand. It was full of strange characters, and even there was a secret divine power flowing between the characters, and the drawing of these characters was Xiang Ruolan's jade fingers like green onions.

"What is this?" Wu Pengwei asked curiously.

"The central organ of the organ puppet beast, control their core." Xiang Ruolan's dedicated carving character, the fingertips have a faint fluorescence, and the fingering is skillful, like a wonderful pen of raw flowers.

"Organ puppet beast? Is it awesome? I don't think they are always useful at the critical moment. Wu Pengwei smiled and didn't think so.

In the battle with the founder, he did not have a lot of contact with such things, but the powerful metal body did not have the corresponding wisdom. The attack mode was single and rigid, and there was no threat at all. At least, it had no effect on a master like Wu Pengwei.

"Is that right?" Xiang Ruolan raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "That's the puppet you didn't see the real smart puppet."

"Maybe." Wu Pengwei didn't think so, but he would not be stupid enough to argue with a beautiful woman.

However, his contempt obviously aroused Xiang Ruolan's dissatisfaction. The wise woman stood up, looked at the countless bloody Shura coming from the foot of the mountain like a tide. She gently patted her palm and smiled, "Let's have a test?"

"Compare? What kind of comparison?"

"Who destroyed more blood Shura than me?"

"You and me?"

Wu Pengwei smiled. Although Xiang Ruolan's means are endless, her own strength is small and pitiful. The power of qi and blood is not as good as the realm of the martial soul. In the door of death, when the power of any blood Shura reaches the peak of the samurai, she is like looking for her own death.

"No, it's not me?" Xiang Ruolan clapped his hands and said playfully, "It's my baby, a machine puppet beast that you don't like."

When the sound of the palm of his hand sounded, the newly carved iron fell to the ground, and a mass of light gas exploded.