Chapter 442 The heroes gather again, and things are not human. 5

Stepping on the black cloud, the handsome and unparalleled monk appeared in everyone's sight, solemn and meticulous, as if the Buddha coming out of the Buddhist niche, in sharp contrast to the black cloud of evil on the soles of his feet.

Like Lv Fengqi, Dian Kui and others, Wuhua also looked at the gun in An Bochen's hand at first glance.

When the cultivation reached the realm of immortals, and even as early as the real world, ordinary soldiers such as knives, guns, swords and halberd were no longer useful, and were replaced by various magic weapons or flying swords. Only the tigers and wolves who came out of Da Kuang still retain the swords and halberd that record their glory and achievements in the world. There are not many masters of guns in the world. They still rely on heavy gunmanship in the fairyland, which inevitably makes Da Kuang's old people think of that person.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Wuhua said another Buddha's name, and the mud and dust on the ground rose in his soft sigh and rolled away in the distance.

Flying sand and stone, no stars and moon, the sky and the earth are dim, and you can only faintly see the snow-white monk's robe, half solemn, half evil.

This move moved the masters of the Three Dynasties, and a name appeared in their hearts in a blink of an eye. Like Huo Jiajun, that man was also a big trouble for the three dynasties. He was the first person among the fake demons in the world, and the demon monk Wuhua.

"Wunhua, you're late."

Dian Kui laughed loudly. The former comrades-in-arms died and disappeared, and the rest gathered here, but there were very few.

He hated that he was so weak that he was not even qualified to enter the war. He didn't have too much hope. At worst, he would die together. He could witness Da Kuang's last counterattack at the end of his life, and it would not be in vain for his life. Unexpectedly, Wuhua also came, as if the dawn in the depths of the night made him faintly see a glimmer of hope.

If you can live today, give me another hundred years, and meet again a hundred years later, I will definitely let you taste this fear, just as you brought me again and again.

Dian Kui's smile bloomed, and he swore secretly in his heart.

His eyes fell on Dian Kui, with a smile on the corners of Wuhua's mouth, and his solemn look fell away in this smile, revealing his original face.

The blood of killing overwhelms the Buddha's Zen heart and flows under every inch of Wuhua's skin.

Leaving the Tian Grottoes and returning to the battlefield, every pore of Wuhua exudes faint joy and excitement. He belongs here. As for the ethereal Xitianling Mountain, it is as far away as the dream of his previous life.

My Buddha, is this what you want to see?

The handsome face was stained with demons, and Wuhua completed the war at a glance.

He smiled and walked towards the old demon.

Walking in the void, the breath on his body increased by one point with each step. After ten steps, there was a cloud of demons above his head, but the soles of his feet seemed to be stepping on the lotus seat. Step by step, it was a lotus flower as red as blood.

"Huo Chuanyun, you can retreat." No Hua Dao.

Far away from hand, Huo Chuanyun did not insist. He withdrew from the war, crossed his knees in the void, and rested.

"You seem to be very confident?" The old devil stared at Wuhua and sneered.

"You are a demon, I'm a Buddha, I'm here, just killing demons." No Hua Dao.

"Hahaha..." The old devil seemed to hear something funny: "Wuhua, how dare you claim to be a Buddha? Would not make people laugh when you say it?"

"All sentient beings are equal and can become Buddhas. For you, I am the Buddha. Wuhua said word by word and shook his head: "Well, talking to a demon like you without wisdom is equivalent to playing the piano to a cow."

"Really?"

The old devil's voice became erratic. The next moment, he suddenly appeared behind Wuhua, with a ferocious smile on his face, and his arms trembled like black smoke. He gathered the power of evil and bombarded at Wuhua's vest.

Wuhua's body was smashed and turned into golden flowing sand and scattered.

I didn't wait for the old devil to be happy for too long. The golden sand gathered around the old devil and turned into four identical white-robed monks. They looked the same, but their look and movements were different.

The flowers in the east smiled, the King Kong in the west was angry, the demon in the south was soaring to the sky, and the fierce spirit in the north was evil.

More than a hundred years of hard work has made Wuhua become a senior monk full of experience, and also made him understand a lot. Although all sentient beings, immortals and demons have strengths and weaknesses, they are all colorless. Colorless and phaseless is the emptiness of Buddhism. Everything is empty, but not everything is empty.

The "empty" mentioned by Buddhism is an extraordinary state of mind, using "empty" to fill the inner desire.

The more empty it is, the more you can have everything.

The source power of Wuhua is the so-called emptiness of Buddhism.

The so-called four empty people refer to wine, color and wealth in Theravada Buddhism, while in Mahayana Buddhism, it refers to the land, water, fire and wind. Wuhua does not practice Hinayana or Mahayana, but he knows both Hinayana and Mahayana, because he has four empty. At present, each of the four Dharma phases he has transformed is infinitely close to the emptiness, and the cultivation strength he has is not inferior to himself, which is equivalent to the four Wuhua.

"Amitabha Buddha."

The four demon monks recited the Buddha's name at the same time, looked at each other with eight eyes, showing a meaningful smile, and then rushed to the old demon from all directions at the same time.

The old devil also played with the Buddha when he was in Jiuyuanzhou, but he had never seen such strange Buddhist skills. After more than ten rounds, he gradually fell behind.

He is the hope of the Three Dynasties to turn the situation around, but now he has become a flaw among the masters of the Three Dynasties.

At the moment when Wuhua and Lao Mo started fighting, two amazing momentum rose one after another, one from An Bochen, and the other from Lv Fengqi.

The victory or defeat is at this moment. An Bochen and Lv Fengqi are both people who have been fighting for a long time. How can they not know?

Lv Fengqi took the lead.

He pulled out the square halberd from the drowsy night, turned his wrist, and the dazzling yellow light flowed through the halberd body, and then shot away, stabbing the four demons in front of him unable to open their eyes, and his heart was shocked.

A chaotic breath from ancient times flows around Lv Feng, half bright and half dark, and tomorrow's scorching sun is as dark as a ghost realm.

This is the mystery he got from the underworld.

There is no master in the underworld, and the highest is just like two ghosts. Therefore, Lv Fengqi has never used magic when traveling in the underworld. He used his body to walk in the ghost realm, cross the yellow spring, and walk on the edge of life and death. He is in danger again and again, and understands his mystery and source power between life and death.

For more than a hundred years, his understanding of life and death has reached an outrageous level.

The rolling yellow spring is not very turbulent. The river in the yellow spring seems to have never been filled, and it seems that it has already been taken away, leaving only a big pit like a long sword.

On the day when he reached the end of the yellow spring, Lv Feng looked back. Suddenly, he seemed to see a man dancing sword by the yellow spring. He knew that it was the memory left in ancient times, and it was the man who took half of the yellow spring and became the legend that belonged to that person.

And the remaining half of Huangquan, on the day when Lv Fengqi walked out of hell, was included in Fang Tianhua halberd by him, and at the same time received Xuan Ao in Huangquan.

Fang Tian painted a halberd and pushed down the light of light and dark. Lv Feng rose to the sky, swept Zhou Tianyuan's power, and bombarded the four demons.

The source power is intertwined, with vigorous vitality and the withered breath at the end of life, all of which are presented under Lv Feng's Fangtian painting halberd.

Life is like the scorching sun, death is like a star meteor, and the way of life and death should be like a yellow spring!

The halberd fell, and the first demon's scream was strangled into powder before he could even scream in the future.

The remaining three demons wandered between life and death, struggling.

The painting halberd came out again, spanning a hundred miles, as if the water of the yellow spring was sprinkled into the sun, sweeping the three demons. Lv Feng took advantage of the victory to chase, and its momentum was unstoppable.

His victory and defeat can only be known in a flick of his fingers.

Compared with the old demon and the three immortals and three demons faced by An Bochen, Lv Fengqi's opponent is the weakest.

The painting halberd was taken back, and Lv Fengqi stood on a mountain with his hands on his back.

A few muffled hums sounded, and the three Kui Chao Moxiu were torn apart on the top of his head, turning into a trace of black gas under the moonlight, and turned into the night.

Looking at Wuhua, who fought with the old devil, and An Bochen, whose breath had been brewing to the peak, Lv Feng's face was expressionless and there was no sign of help.

This is what he wants most.

He has been practicing hard for nearly 200 years. Although he has not reached the legendary extreme world, he has skills comparable to the extreme world, which is his enrollment and death. Therefore, he laid out this game without scruples. He is confident that he can pick all the immortals and demons today. With the help of Wuhua and others, he should be 70% sure of this battle. After winning the victory, he can also take the opportunity to subdue Huo Chuanyun and Wuhua and others and reshape the Kuangqi of those years.

I just didn't expect that Dian Kui did not meet his expected strength, and Zhang Bushi, First Wang Feng and others did not appear.

Fortunately, a master of using a gun came out from nowhere. His mess happened to hit Lv Fengqi's arms, which also made Lv Fengqi's game perfect.

The six immortals should also do their best. In this way, it will be a situation of losing both sides.

After that, no matter who wins or loses, he can't escape the life and death.

Looking at the brown-haired man in the distance, Lv Feng smiled coldly on his lips.