Chapter 600 Pushing the Strong Enemy

Zen singing all over the world, endless scriptures emerge, huge golden Sanskrit, like stars shining, floating on Moke's body, lotus flowers under his feet, constantly blooming in the void, white petals, spotless, this place seems to be a paradise.

The scriptures of the great sorrow are echoing, and the great meditation light is rippling, crossing the greed, anger and love, hatred and all kinds of bad hearts.

In the light, Moko was extremely sacred, and the infinite dead soul was completely purified by him in an instant and introduced into the space of the demon refining pot. At this moment, in fact, he is also very shocked. It is hard to believe that he has such an amazing power to control his Dharma with the heart of heaven.

It was not until this moment that Moke really realized how horrible the heart of heaven was. No wonder it became the only method deduced by the three saints at the cost of complete fall. Although now it is only a preliminary search for the origin of the road, with a trace of original soul, the horror of the heart of heaven has begun to emerge.

"Amitabha, donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. The heavier the butcher's knife is, the deeper the Buddha's nature is. Empty and false, false and empty, non-false, non-empty, non-empty and non-false. Everything is just an obsession in your heart, why don't you put it down?" His face showed solemn, Moke shouted loudly, and his voice was magnificent and shocking, full of the smell of a head-to-head drink.

This scene was shocking. Not to mention the eyebrows of the people involved, many practitioners on the onlook were actually swayed. There was an impulse to escape into the Buddha gate immediately and understand the supreme meaning of Buddhism.

"Arrogant! Pick me up with a magic hand!"

Chen's eyebrows were furious, and the tiger's eyes were wide open. He suddenly stood up and raised his palm, soaring tens of millions of times, covering the world and covering it fiercely.

"Rumble..."

In the sky, a dark big hand covers it, with a strong bloody smell flowing, grand and vast, full of heaven and earth, giving people an immortal atmosphere, like the sea fishing moon. Around this giant hand, the void collapsed, and the power of chaotic space destruction raged in an instant.

This situation is shocking. The strong man below the immortals can't help trembling and has a strong impulse to kneel down and worship him.

And just as the huge Senluo's palm was about to be completely suppressed, in the palm of the palm, a big axe was born in the flame of boundless war, glory, glory, blood... appeared. On the big axe, blood stains. I don't know how many people were slaughtered, but it actually exuded a taboo power. With a slight movement, it brought nothing The strong sea of corpses and blood has turned the world into hell.

This sudden axe is a taboo weapon!

Taboo weapons, also known as disposable weapons, can break out terrorist attacks comparable to innate spiritual treasures, but generally only last for a moment, and the flood is extremely rare.

"Break!"

In this moment, Moke's palm shook slightly and soared tens of millions of times, turning into a huge hand like Chen's eyebrows, surrounded by a faint dream flame, which was the divine fire born in his 480 million acupuncture points. And the next moment, his palm had been fiercely chopped on the big axe!

The axe is extremely powerful, with a taboo force rushing, and Moke's palm is even more terrible, like an indestructible divine iron, shining dreamy light, unexpectedly shaking the edge of the taboo axe with the body of his palm.

"When!"

A harsh sound wave made the chaotic airflow surging sound waves, and a thorny look covered everything. Moke's palm turned over, and another palm was slapped out continuously. A terrible force shook on the taboo axe. The axe was almost deformed, and the edge of the axe actually rolled up.

mighty! Power! It's so powerful!

At this moment, in addition to being angry, Chen Yimei was more shocked. He simply couldn't imagine that an ancient Buddha's body could resist the bombardment of taboo weapons. Even the immortal golden body of Buddhism, or the Vajra Bodhisattva who specializes in practicing the flesh, may not be so fierce.

"Explosion!"

With rich fighting experience, Chen Yimei made a decision at the first time, wildly injected a lot of magic into it, and then completely detonated this taboo axe to protect himself.

"Rumble..."

With a loud noise, the void turned into a paste, and nothing could be seen. The dazzling light and space-time storms were raging. Fortunately, the scattered horrible energy was attracted by this dragon-shaped fighting platform and did not affect the onlookers. At the moment of detonating this taboo axe, Chen's eyebrows and body shook, and he didn't know what magic skills he had performed. He turned into a magic shadow, winding and twisted, and ran away in an instant, but received a small impact.

A taboo weapon is fully detonated, so powerful that it is unimaginable that if the strong golden fairy is in it, he will definitely die, and even if he is a golden fairy, he will peel off his skin if he does not die!

"buzz..."

In the face of such a ferocious explosion, Moke is still extremely calm. The moon-white robe on his body floats and suddenly blooms thousands of bright lights. Just like this moment, tens of millions of suns and moon shine at the same time, firmly protecting him in it. There is a long river of years, and the power without beginning and ending is lingering around it. Body.

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to have been destroyed at a moment, and many worlds seemed to collapse at a moment. The void showed a trend of great destruction and chaos. The destructive power spread out. If it hadn't been for the fact that the dragon-shaped fighting platform had shown a magical texture in vain, half of the people around would have disappeared. !

"Sw...."

In an instant, countless onlookers retreated and dared not approach. The two fierce attacks were really too fierce. If this fighting platform could not stand it and escape, everyone was likely to suffer from the fish pond.

"Amitabha... Donor, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore..."

In the endless light and violent airflow, Moke's body was surrounded by a light of years, which was extremely dazzling, completely protecting him, and he seemed to be walking and seemed to be galloping. In an instant, he unexpectedly appeared in front of the runaway Chen Yimei again. The fighting platform is 10,000 meters away. If you escape from this area, you will admit defeat.

"Air seal!"

Moke's face was like a spring breeze, and his hands moved with a Buddha seal. His three fingers were intertwined and intertwined with each other, as if he wanted to capture everything and encircle the heavens. The other two hands spread out and unexpectedly showed a lotus-like posture.

In an instant, Chen Yimei felt that there was a supreme Buddha. The Buddha's power was unstoppable, compassionate and solemn. The Buddha's hand took it down and wanted to choose himself, give the supreme Buddha's Dharma, and wash away his sins. How strong his will is, naturally not be disturbed by this trace of confusion. He roars, domineering and wildly. Between heaven and earth, he gave up his own thoughts and impulsive chest, like thousands of hot-blooded rivers and mountains, and the god of war danced, and suddenly broke this illusion and restored Qingming again.

"Kill!"

Chen's eyebrows turned over, and a sword appeared in his palm. It was two feet long and wide as cicada wings. On both sides of the sword body, there were three extremely thin blood grooves. The sword body and the hilt were integrated, but they were cast by a material. On the hilt of the sword, the texture rotated like thread, crossed each other, and finely. Look, it seems to be inlaid with countless bloody eyes, which is extremely strange.

Blood-eye sword, innate spiritual treasure, supreme magic soldier.

As soon as this sword appeared, a kind of bloody flame appeared everywhere, especially the dense bloody eyes on the sword, full of cunning, insidious, cruel, thousands of magic breaths, showing the true essence of the devil vividly.

"The canopy! Canopy! Canopy!......”

A gorgeous light bloomed, and the blood light and the Buddha's light were intertwined. The terrible power surged wildly, like a roaring sea of anger, extremely majestic and indescribable. I don't know how many moves have been fought. An angry roar came, and Chen Yimei actually broke his arm and burst out with shocking power. Then he cut out with a sword and Mo Ke temporarily forced back.

No one knows the details of the struggle between the two, but Chen Yimei is extremely angry and frightened at this moment.

Powerful! Too powerful!

Although Moke is also a strong man of ancient Buddhas, he is simply as horrible as a pseudo-saint. Between his hands and feet, with a Taoist charm, his moves are extremely horrible. Even with the innate spiritual treasure of the blood-eye sword, he can't resist step by step! This feeling is stronger than facing the first general, which gives Chen Yimei a strong sense of frustration.

At the level of Daluo Jinxian, Chen Yimei has always been extremely confident enough to fight against any enemy. However, in the face of Moke's attack, he can't resist! Moreover, Chen Yimei also keenly found that Moke did not seem to have fully used his means, just relying on a horrible moon-white monk's robe and the dream flame. How can it be possible to practice to reach his level without one or two powerful magic weapons?

Thinking of the other party's clumsiness, he was not an opponent, and Chen Yimei became more and more frightened.

"Amitabha... Donor, if there is no other means, can you retreat?" Moke spoke calmly, with a sense of calmness and self-confidence.

"Hmm! Take my last move. If you are not defeated, I will admit defeat!"

Chen raised his eyebrows, and a primitive and ignorant demonic breath came out, and his body trembled rapidly, and his whole body exuded a rotten breath. On his tall and perfect body, he showed a crane-haired chicken skin-like old man, his face was unkempt, a stench, and an old breath, as if immediately Death is average.

"Magic surrender!"

The old voice suddenly opened his mouth with a kind of determination, turned into an old Chen Yimei. Immediately, a dark gray evil and extremely dirty airflow rushed out and went straight to Moke.

"The source of Buddha's light! Infinite light! Infinite longevity! Infinite and comfortable!"

In the face of this extremely dirty airflow, Moke showed an extremely solemn expression and shouted, a bright and unparalleled, as if it could clean all the dirty Buddha light between heaven and earth. With a thorn, he collided with it and immediately made a series of sounds of extinction, turning into a piece of nothingness...

"You won!" Chen Yimei quickly swallowed a precious elixir, and his face quickly became young again, but his face was extremely pale, as if he was a serious illness.

Looking deeply at Moke, Chen smiled, dodged, left the fighting platform directly, and chose to admit defeat.