Chapter 440 Heavenly Demon

"Moke is guilty!" Ye Yingru exclaimed.

Obviously, he is a notorious demon murderer, but he performed the Buddha's spell, which makes everyone feel ridiculous.

Liu Wanyun suddenly realized. She had never figured out how Qin Yan killed the evil Bodhisattva before. At this time, she finally understood that one was wearing a demon monk, and the other was Buddha turning into a demon, and the Buddha got rid of demons, which was taken for granted. However, will the king of demons like Ge Xinglie, who is far more fierce than ordinary monsters, disappear into the palm of the Buddha like this?

The golden halo spreads through the land on the mountains, and the rocks and plants are rendered with a layer of sacred color. The compassionate Sanskrit sound spreads like smoke, like songs and words, wandering around people's ears.

The Buddha statue sitting in the void is more solemn and magnificent. Birds and beasts from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside in the distance are even infected by this indescribable compassion and fall to the flat ground, crawling on their limbs and worship.

When the Buddha comes to the world, the devil surrenders!

Between the five fingers, the Buddha's power was vast, and the square inch of land was suddenly rung into nothingness. And the heavenly demon trapped in it has even disappeared, and there is no doubt that it has been crushed to pieces.

You Xiahan's body trembled, and his eyes were wide open, and he could hardly believe the fact in front of him: "No--"

She let out a sad scream, and jumped angrily, regardless of the unarmed in her hand. She looked straight at the gorgeous Buddha light and rushed to the huge Buddha statue with her bare hands.

"Looking for death." Fang Yiyuan, who hid in the distance and supported Song Qingsha, sighed in a low voice.

Although the woman saved him once, he still had to say that she was really stupid. Whether Ge Xinglie is alive or not, she rushed up at this time and just caused chaos and died in vain. Even if Ge Xinglie is alive, can he still be distracted to take care of such a burden?

He and Song Qingsha looked at each other and quietly retreated backwards.

But You Xiahan only ran halfway and suddenly stopped. She raised her face and stared at the peaceful face of the giant Buddha. The joy of loss surged into her heart, and in a blink of an eye, she was already full of tears.

She felt that the evil, stubborn and arrogant atmosphere still existed, and she stood still under the turbulent Buddha's power.

The smiling and solemn Buddha's face was suddenly covered with a gray-black shadow. And the Buddha's look also became strange in an instant.

But soon, a huge golden Buddha flame suddenly appeared all over his body, unscrupulously burning all the magic obstacles in the void. A huge wheel appeared behind the Buddha's golden body. The wheel was carved with seal text that praised the true words of Buddhism and Taoism in ancient times. After slowly turning, a circle of ripples swept the Buddha The dark shadow on his face disappeared.

You Xiahan finally put down her heart and tightened it again.

If the Buddha can't conclude the seal of the Ming Dynasty with both hands, he will demonize the sky and return everything to the Pure Land.

The leisurely Sanskrit singing spread to the whole world, like countless monks chanting in unison, magnificent and shocking.

However, at the next moment, the strange dark shadow appeared on the Buddha's face again, and the momentum was more fierce, condensed into a dark purple lotus flower, slowly falling from the Buddha's forehead. The Buddha showed a painful expression, and the wheel behind him also stopped turning, like a broken wheel, making a squeaky and sharp sound. The singing of Buddhist scriptures scattered around could not be consistent and became noisy, making the originally extremely sacred and solemn scene noisy.

Fang Yiyuan and Song Qingsha, who retreated to the edge of the cliff, stopped, and like everyone else, couldn't suppress their surprised expressions.

The next moment, a dark purple light suddenly appeared in the Buddha's eyebrows, slowly leaning out. Half a foot later, people saw that it was a sharp sword. Purple flames were still burning on the sword, and the boundless magic spirit emerged from it, which soon submerged the Buddha's whole head in the rich purple fog.

All the Sanskrit singing suddenly stopped, and the noisy world suddenly stood still.

The Buddha's golden body gradually became illusory, and the pure world built by Xianyin, golden wheel, arhat and white lotus was completely subverted. After swaying like a few reflections in the water, it disappeared.

Under the bright sun, it turned out to be the devil who destroyed the Buddha!

The figures of the two appeared in their hearts, drifting back several steps, and the grass in the middle had already been reduced to scorched earth under the impact of fierce force.

The golden Zen stick erected between the two people has been torn apart, and the fragments of pearls, bells and rings splashed everywhere.

Qin Yan's face was so red that he almost bleed, which was full of blood and uncontrollable. After four steps back, he stabilized his figure. His eyebrows were bleak. He silently read a few heart-clear spells, forcibly suppressed the depressed, sad and desperate emotions that appeared in his heart, opened his mouth and exhaled a turbid breath, and clenched his medieval bronze sword again.

Ge Xinglie recovered earlier than him, but he was not in a hurry to chase him. He looked at him with a smile, like a cat and mouse, with a leisurely posture.

"Big brother, how can you keep countless treasures in the door and learn the tricks of monks pretending to be ghosts? I thought we would come to the last swordsman fight. You are so unserious, but it disappoints me!"

Qin Yan said expressionlessly, "As I said, it's not enough to be simple and fast. Your performance just now has not reached the point of forcing me to draw my sword."

"Oh! So how can I make you draw your sword?"

Qin Yan smiled coldly: "First of all, you have to touch the corners of my clothes."

Ge Xinglie nodded: "Not bad. I just gave you 1,200 swords, but none of them hit you. But it doesn't matter. I have a lot of strength. Since a thousand swords don't work, there will always be a time to cut off ten thousand swords and 100,000 swords. The corners of his lips were raised, and a faint flame flashed in his eyes. "However, at that time, even if you want to use a sword, you may not have a chance!"

Qin Yan's face changed slightly and he did not answer.

Ge Xinglie's eyes moved down, looked at the bronze sword in his hand, and smiled and said, "What you have in your hand is the ancient sword 'Tianlong' left by the predecessor of Yandang Mountain Sword God, which is not an insult in your hand. But for you, it may not be a good one. Big brother, you have to think about it. Today is likely to be your last battle. Why don't you change your usual sword? I heard that before going down the mountain, the doorkeeper personally gave you 'Ye Shangqiulu'. Why don't you take it out and let me appreciate it?

"Brother!" Yu Hanyan, not far behind, gently called.

Qin Yan understood what she meant and waved to her.

He is indeed more familiar with the broken sword, but Yu Hanyan also needs a weapon. If she can't defeat Ge Xinglie, she has to block this fierce demon.