Seeing that Emperor Cangqiong put on a desperate posture with Bi Lingkong, not only did the onlookers gasp, but even Bi Lingkong himself squinted his eyes and concentrated on preparing to face the battle.

For example, the strong among the demon gods such as the emperor firmament, he has the magic power to open mountains and land between his gestures, and he sacrifices his life to fight at this moment, which is really devastating the mountains and seas and invincible.

Even Bi Lingkong, whose strength was above him, didn't dare to say that he would definitely be able to block his first few attacks.

As soon as she was ready, she saw the body of the Emperor Firmament fall sharply, shattering the flames with a bang, falling into the valley below, and planting directly into the soil.

"Huh?!"

Everyone was a little dazed and didn't understand what was going on.

Bi Lingkong reacted the fastest, and then shouted angrily: "If you want to run, how can it be so easy!"

She has been in the world for thousands of years, and her divine power is so powerful that whether it is the Son of Heaven or the Immortal Buddha, she must retreat. In addition to suffering losses under Emperor Jiazi in her life, no one can calculate her, but she didn't expect to be fooled by Emperor Cangqiong, a despicable villain she doesn't look up to.

At this moment, everyone also came back to their senses - where did Emperor Cangqiong want to fight with Bi Lingkong, he simply played a violent illusion, fooled Bi Lingkong, and then wanted to take the opportunity to escape!

For a while, everyone in the Tianji Camp was a little dazed, but they didn't expect that this dignified King Wucheng, the protector of the Great Xia Dynasty, would be so embarrassed, but among the masters of the hundred schools of thought, more than one person burst out laughing.

Among them, Pan Long laughed very loudly.

(Is this a comedy?Emperor Cangqiong looks mighty, domineering, fierce, and vicious, but he is still a good comedian!)

Bi Lingkong didn't laugh, but was extremely angry. She reached out and grabbed it in the air, and the raging flames immediately turned into several fire dragons as if they were alive, and rushed into the ground.

The ground exploded, and I saw a pool of blood rolling and boiling, and more flames and blood light kept spewing out, spurting higher and higher, looking like a volcano.

The scope of the explosion continued to expand, and in just a few words, it expanded from the middle of the valley to the edge, and then the majestic cliffs shook violently, and then fell one by one, accompanied by a deafening roar, countless boulders rolled down, and fell into the middle of the pool of blood that had exploded into a sea of fire.

The hundreds of masters in the valley reacted extremely quickly, and as soon as they saw the ground burst, they hurriedly fled, but they were not involved in it. Probably thinking that it would be more reassuring to be close to their comrades-in-arms, they didn't go anywhere, but retreated to Pan Long's side.

It's about five or six miles from the valley, and it should be relatively safe according to the range of ordinary spells.

Seeing that the flames and the blood pool were constantly colliding, exploding blood and flames, the master with a face full of oil paint couldn't help but take out the five-light mirror.

"Let me step up some firepower!"

As he spoke, he urged his mana and shone a pool of blood with a five-light mirror.

"Reverse the five elements and overcome water with fire!"

The light of the mirror suddenly turned bright red, and an additional flame ignited where it sparked.

The scale of this flame was not large, but it was much more agile than the sea of fire ignited by Bi Lingkong. Under his control, he kept wandering as the mirror light moved, looking for those faint splashes everywhere in the blood pool, and once he found it, he wrapped it up and burned it into a cloud of green smoke.

After repeating this four or five times, I suddenly saw another wave splashing in the pool of blood, and there were faint traces of some figures in the waves.

The master was immediately overjoyed, and said with great interest: "Longyou was played by shrimp in shallow water, Tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, and Emperor Cangqiong was beaten by Yiwu Demon God, I just took the opportunity to bully him!"

As he spoke, he urged the mirror light and controlled the flame to rush towards the vague figure, enveloping it in an instant.

However, this time the situation is completely different.

The flames enveloped the waves, turning and grinding like a grinding plate, grinding the waves and then burning them into smoke. But this time, the flames enveloped the figure, and instead of grinding, it froze as if it had lost its spirituality, and stopped there.

Not only that, but there was also a blood light that was so thin that it was almost impossible to see clearly, and it reversed along the mirror light of the pentagram, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed to the front of the master, and suddenly got into his right hand holding the pentatrix.

The people around were still shocked, but Pan Long reacted immediately.

He didn't pay attention to the blood light, but he clearly felt that an evil aura was approaching quickly.

So he rushed forward and grabbed the wrist of the master's right hand.

"Let it go!"

As he shouted, the bones of the master's wrist were pinched by him and gurgle, and naturally he couldn't hold the pentagram, causing it to fall into the dust.

The mirror light dissipated, and this powerful treasure mirror turned into the original colorful toy-like appearance at this moment.

The master's wrist bone was almost crushed, but there was no pain on his face, he just looked at Pan Long in surprise.

"You ......," he immediately reacted, looking at his right hand, "my hand!"

I saw that his right hand had turned a blood-red, and the flesh and bones under the skin seemed to have turned into blood, and even the skin seemed to have only a thin layer left. In the blink of an eye, the whole hand became shapeless, as if it were a thin leather bag filled with blood.

But the bright red blood color only reached his wrist, and where Pan Long grabbed it, the green and yellow qi was like two small snakes circling, dissolving the continuous surging blood light layer by layer, preventing them from crossing the thunder pool by half a step.

The surrounding masters also reacted at this moment, understanding that this master was plotted by the emperor's firmament.

But...... How did Emperor Cangqiong plot against him?

"What should I do?"

"Hurry up and think of a way!"

"I can't ask for this hand, cut it off!"

"Hey, don't chop off other people's hands!"

"If you don't cut it again, the evil power will enter the body, and everyone will die!"

Everyone talked about it, and some of them were anxious and had already pulled out their short knives to help this comrade-in-arms solve the trouble.

The master with oil paint on his face suddenly turned white, and shouted loudly: "I can't cut it! At this moment, the evil power is still trapped in my hand, if I cut off my hand, the evil power will be splashed with blood, then it will be out of control!"

The man who was about to swing a knife to help him chop his hands was stunned for a moment, nodded, and looked at Pan Long.

"What can you do, friend?"

Pan Long smiled bitterly, the reason why he was able to block the evil power of the emperor's firmament was only because of his own profound merits and suppressing evil with good. But the question is how to use this body of merit...... Where does he have any good ideas?

But when he thought about it, he realized that he really seemed to have a way.

"I'll give it a try. ”

As he spoke, he spread out his left hand, palming his palm against his right hand, which had become unshaped.

True Qi flowed, and a circle of Sanskrit words appeared in his palm, and then turned into a circle of golden light like a lotus flower, covering the right hand.

Not only that, but then another lotus platform appeared, but it appeared under the right hand.

The upper and lower lotus platforms rotated slowly, and a faint fragrance suddenly appeared in the air, and there was a faint sound of Sanskrit singing in the two lotus platforms, looming, if there was nothing.

Next, a heavy lotus platform appeared one after another above and below the right hand, and finally the eightfold lotus platform up and down totaled, the fragrance was fragrant, and the sound of Sanskrit singing became clear and recognizable, as if reciting the Buddhist classic "Amitabha Sutra".

This is exactly when Pan Long first met Bi Lingkong, he learned from Bi Lingkong the mastery of Buddhism, "Immeasurable Light Longevity Thousand Heavy Lotus Flowers".

It's just that compared to the vision of the huge lotus flower that unfolded layer by layer, covering half of the sky, the scale of the vision that emerged at this moment was much smaller, and it didn't seem to be worth mentioning.

But if there are Buddhist monks here, they should smile when they see this scene.

Sorcery isn't about size, it's about whether it works. The last time Pan Long cast a spell, although the scale was huge, in fact, more than ninety percent of his power was wasted. And at this moment, although the scale is small, the power is completely condensed, and there is almost no waste.

Casting a spell like the last time, even if Pan Long had immeasurable merit, it wouldn't take a few rounds—and before then, he might exhaust himself to death.

But if he uses it like this, even if he uses it thousands of times in one go, it will only be a drop in the bucket for him.

The golden eightfold lotus platform kept rotating, accompanied by Sanskrit chanting and fragrance, and the golden light continued to seep into the right hand of the master with oil paint on his face from both sides of the upper and lower sides. I saw that the flesh of his right hand shook violently, like a bag of blood, there seemed to be countless snakes and insects struggling and wriggling, trying to break through the skin and wreak havoc in all directions.

But the golden light was firmly wrapped in them, and it couldn't rush out at all.

As the Yae Lotus Platform rotated, it approached the hand, and one after another of the lotus platforms seeped into his hand.

In his hand, there was also a terrible scream.

The surrounding masters watched this scene nervously, and they didn't even dare to take a breath of air.

After I don't know how long, finally the eightfold lotus platform seeped into his hand, and in the end, even the golden light did not enter it. There was no more screaming sound from that hand, and it was no longer strangely shaped, it looked no different from a normal palm, but there were traces of a circle of lotus platforms on the palms and backs of the hands, which looked lifelike, as if they were painted by skilled craftsmen.

Pan Long breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his right hand that was holding his wrist.

As a result, as soon as he let go, he saw the golden light rushing up his right arm and directly into his head.

The masters were shocked and were about to save it, but they saw that this person's full head of hair suddenly fell gold, and a little compassion appeared on his face full of oil paint.

"Strange!" he muttered, "I suddenly remembered that on the way here, I saw a beggar begging on the side of the road. I didn't care about it at the time, so I just left, and now that I think about it, I should at least buy him a few cakes to eat......"

"What are you talking about?"

The man shook his head, only to notice the hair that had fallen out, and he was immediately startled, and reached out to touch the top of his head, his face full of bitterness.

"Bitter! Bitter! How did I become bald!"

Seeing that he was safe and sound, everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly someone made fun of him: "You are not called bald, you are called shaved." ”

"Shaving?"

"Yes, this lay master is a master of profound Buddhism and has saved your life. As for your hair...... What is hair for life?"

"That's the way I said it, but I'm bald......" The master with oil paint on his face saluted Pan Long with a sad face, "It's a joke, a disciple of the Yin and Yang family." He is a contemporary 'Duobao Boy'. Thank you Master for saving your life, if you have the opportunity, you will repay it in the future!"

Pan Long smiled, nodded, and did not speak.

At this moment, he had already figured it out.

He has just performed outstanding hard skills, and at this moment he has cast Buddhist spells, in the eyes of these people, he is clearly a Buddhist master who cultivates both inside and outside. It's just that he hasn't been shaved and has never been ordained as a monk.

It's also good to cover as a master of Buddhism.

At this moment, a master exclaimed: "Stop talking nonsense, quickly retreat! Blood and fire are coming in front of you!"

Only then did everyone come back to their senses and look forward, only to see that the burning blood pool had expanded to a radius of more than ten miles, and the turbid waves in the blood pool were rolling, and the flames were constantly churning, but they could only burn the blood pool to the boiling end, not to burn it dry.

Now, the edge of the pool of blood is not even a hundred feet away from them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, they hurriedly made wind under their feet and flew into the sky.

From the sky, the burning and boiling pool of blood was even more terrifying. In the pool of blood, you can clearly see countless figures floating and waving, letting out a terrible cry, and there is a huge skeleton wrapped in flames inside, struggling desperately.

"Emperor Firmament, don't waste your efforts!" Bi Lingkong looked coldly at the still expanding blood pool below, and said, "I admit that your Blood Firmament Demon Skill is indeed extremely powerful, even Zhao Da back then, if you only use this kung fu, I'm afraid you won't be able to beat you - but the Blood Firmament you use now has completely deviated from the original purpose of Zhao Da's creation of this divine skill, and the more you cultivate, the farther you will go on the crooked road." ”

"It's impossible to win against me with this crooked blood firmament!"

In the boiling pool of blood, the skeleton said angrily: "How can there be any 'inevitable' truth in the world? The Blood Firmament Divine Skill created by Taizu is only a part of the Heavenly Treasure Book. What I have cultivated is the blood firmament that only belongs to me! Taizu has obtained his knowledge, I have obtained his essence, and everyone has their own strengths!"

"Fallacy! Zhao Da was able to treat thousands of people in one breath when the Blood Sky was displayed, and he was even able to create an undead army out of thin air on the battlefield, invincible. Is your magic good for this? You can only eat people!"

"My strength alone can defeat thousands of troops!"

"Zhao Da can use the Blood Sky to heal more than a dozen demon gods at the same time, so that they can always maintain their strongest combat power, can you do it?"

Emperor Cangqiong was speechless, roared angrily, and continued to struggle.

But no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from the heavy chains of flame on his body.

Bi Lingkong had already seen through his kung fu, and as soon as he made a move, he locked his vital point.

If this continues, his original body will be refined alive in the pool of fire and blood!