Chapter 117 Powerless

"Don't think that if you don't shake the naive sword, the poor monk will have nothing to do with the real person. As long as you are in the hands of the poor monk, you are the best weapon against him. Yamole paused and saw that Yu Hanyan did not respond. He couldn't help humming and said, "Of course, before that, the poor monk will get the Mahayana Wanzang Sutra first. As for the other two benefactors..."

Yemole turned around, bent his fingers and pinched the seal, and saw a circle of ripples spreading in the waves of the blood river. The wind blew through thousands of waves, and the delicate lotus rose out of the water in the turbulent waves, quickly stretched and stretched, and condensed like blood, blooming in anger in the red sky and the red sky and earth.

In only one breath, the blood and water of the river turn into a delicate lotus flower, and the wind does not move. It is boundless, and the light radiates, which can beautify the world, and can reduce disasters. It is a fire that cleans the dirty karma and burns the soul.

The Buddha's Demon Flame - the Red Lotus!

Yamole stepped out and went to the center of the red lotus all over the sky. As soon as his thoughts gathered, the red flames turned into dragons and silently roared at Qin Yan and Lu Li.

The flame burned, but it was as cold as Shura's ice prison. Qin Yan shouted deeply, and his body was full of golden light, and the huge blood spewed out thinly, and he fought hard with Yanlong. There was no unexpected sound, but the fire of the red lotus passed through the bloody defense without hindrance and quietly penetrated the body. In an instant, it emptied the temperature of his whole body, and the original forces such as spirit, life and divine consciousness seemed to leave the body.

In a moment, the sky swirled, and the body was cold. The eyes were black, and the body shook a few times. There seemed to be a fierce beast in the bottom of my heart roared angrily before it could barely stand firm.

As soon as he came to his senses, he heard a strange cry beside him, but Lu Li fell to the ground and rolled back and forth. His limbs were still trembling violently, like epilepsy, and he sang like a dream: "Yin, water... his own words hurt, evil star... Mao... Kunkan, disaster..."

'What the hell is this guy doing?' As soon as such a question rose in Qin Yan's heart, he was shocked by a huge pressure that suddenly stood all over his body. He raised his head and saw Yemole walking in the ten thousand red lotus. There seemed to be a trace of surprise on his face. Although he did not open his eyes, he made Qin Yan feel great pressure, as if it was not a man coming to him, but a wild beast that swallowed the sky and the earth. Just the fierce spirit emitted made Qin Yan tremble and almost fled.

'It's absolutely impossible to win, run away, run away...' The warning in the depths of the soul can't help echoing in the sea of knowledge.

Yamole, who completely released his pressure, can't say that Buddha is a demon, but all three people present fully realize that the victory or defeat of today's battle has become a foregation.

Such a monster is not something that mortals can compete with at all...

"I was still worried about my companion's life and didn't run away first. It's good, very good!" Yemole stopped seven steps in front of Qin Yan, "Then, you two can also enjoy a complete creation at the same time, and the poor monk will go west with the great compassion and karma of our Buddha."

As soon as he raised his hand, thousands of lotus all over the sky turned into hundreds of burning wild dragons, coiled around its body, but it condensed without hair. He turned around and asked Yu Hanyan, "Lord Yu, won't you make one last effort?"

Yu Hanyan bit her lower lip without saying a word, and her hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

'It's a relief for him to die like this. But... But why is there such a heartbreaking feeling in my heart? ...I don't want to be so painful before I die. Well, since you have enjoyed these eleven years more than me, as compensation, it's up to you to bear this last sadness...'

At this thought, she raised her head and shouted, "Demon Monk! Since you are determined to die, my family will fulfill you. Put your head over!"

The joy on Yemole's face flashed away, and the fingerprints turned, and the hundred red dragons swirled with him and approached the jade cold smoke step by step.

However, what he didn't know was that the shocking sword he was looking forward to had actually been destroyed by his own light wheel as early as when the three first joined hands. Although shaking the sword is to gather the power of the enemy for its own use and fight back with ten times the power, it is also necessary to consider the swordsman's own ability. Yu Hanyan used the emperor's extremely shocking sword twice in a row and was defeated by him. He was seriously injured. It was reluctant to use the naive sword again. How could he withstand the power of his whirlpool light wheel to tear everything? He was defeated as soon as he looked at it, and there was no fighting power at all.

Yamole saw her exquisite swordsmanship, but in fact overestimated her cultivation. If he knew the truth, he might be annoyed that he took too much action. The power of this monster can't even be predicted by himself!

The boundless power caged up, and the delicate body trembled slightly. At this time, the state of jade cold smoke could not even exert the illusion that made him "not afraid".

Yamole approached step by step and saw her situation. He couldn't help frowning slightly: "Jade Lord, how long will it take for you to condense your sword?"

With a reluctant smile, Yu Hanyan replied, "Actually, my family has no strength. Let you go for nothing, stupid monk!"

After saying this, she closed her eyes, raised her head, showed her long white neck, and put on a mermaid posture.

After a moment of silence, Yemole took a deep breath: "It doesn't matter, the poor monk can wait." With a wave of his hand, the illusions of the red flame burning wild dragons dispersed. He turned around, carried his hands on his back, and strode along the mountain road towards the carriage hundreds of meters away.

He Zhongyi and Bai Lang were just standing in the distance watching the battle. They never thought that Qin Yan and Yu Hanyan would lose to this village monk. The result of this battle really stunned them and unbelievable. And when Jemole came closer, they couldn't help stepping back a few steps and couldn't lift the courage to move forward.

Qin Yan watched Yemole push into the carriage, but there was nothing he could do. At such a distance, if Yemole wants to do something, he can't and can't stop it.

Miss, I just hope you will be smarter. If the thief monk asks for the Mahayana Wanzang Sutra, just give it to him obediently. I believe that with his cultivation, he does not disdain to kill you two weak females...

Alas, if you use the "life-snecd formula", it is equivalent to directly declaring the failure of the advanced task. Before the last moment, I really can't make up my mind!

Qin Yan looked at Yu Hanyan and quietly winked at her: If you still have strength, run away together! Although this monk's power is superb, his light skills may not be excellent. As long as we run desperately, he may not be able to catch up!

Yu Hanyan shook his head helplessly. She didn't deceive Yemole, but she really had no strength. However, under the call of Qin Yan's several gestures, she still stepped forward and walked to Qin Yan.