Sealed in the White River Demon Sealing Palace, it was a centipede-shaped Heavenly Demon.

The strength of the Heavenly Demon is naturally extremely strong, this is an undeniable fact, looking at his size, one side is comparable to a mountain, and he knows that he is definitely not an easy master to deal with.

But if we don't stuff him back into the ground, it will be us who will die, in this case, no matter how big he is or how powerful he is, we can only fight him head-on.

The speed of the old monk Yanguo was not slow at all, he was simply advancing towards the Golden Buddha at the speed of a snail.

This can't all be blamed on this old monk, everyone has become a remnant soul, isn't it still fighting with the heavenly demons.

There is nothing else to say, we can only cast our own magic powers to resist the poisonous clouds in the sky.

The miasma of poisonous clouds is getting thicker and thicker, and although the colorful miasma looks beautiful enough to be called beautiful, it is actually full of murder and danger.

We didn't dare to approach at all, so we had to use other means to dissolve the poisonous cloud.

But how can we dissolve the poisonous miasma faster than those poisonous centipedes spewing poisonous gas, that day the demon is an old centipede, after the body drills out of the ground, dense pores immediately appear on the mountain-like body, spitting poisonous smoke from it.

If it weren't for the fact that this space was large enough, we would probably not even be able to make a sound of bones by now.

The poisonous cloud was about to engulf us all, only the golden Buddha light above our heads was still flickering, which could block the poisonous smoke and miasma within a certain limit.

The Immortal Puppet no longer manipulated the Eight Treasure Golden Lotus Platforms now, but handed it over to the remnant soul of the old monk Yanguo to control.

In terms of strength, the old monk Yanguo is just a remnant soul, naturally he can't be the opponent of the immortal puppet, I'm afraid he can't even stop one or two swords.

But the magic treasure also depends on the master, long before Shi Ling got the golden lotus platform, this Buddha treasure is the old monk Yanguo.

The degree of tacit understanding between the old monk Yanguo and the Eight Treasures Golden Lotus Terrace is far more powerful than in the hands of the immortal puppet.

The current situation is pinned on two aspects, one is that the immortal puppet can hold on for a while longer, so as not to let the heavenly demon come out again, and the other is that the old monk Yanguo, quickly enter the Golden Buddha and control the seal.

As for us, well, we are for ourselves, so that we will not be corrupted by those poisonous clouds and lose our lives.

Speaking of getting to this point, we can't decide anything at all.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered one thing, several of us only thought about participating in it later, in order to open our eyes more, enhance our strength, and facilitate the passage of the catastrophe.

But there was one person who was not like that, and he had planned to come over.

Therefore, I immediately turned to Lu Zhenren and asked loudly, "You dare to follow by yourself, are you ready?"

No matter what Lu Zhenren said, he is also the head of the family in a different place, and he must also have advantages in scheduling and calculation.

But Lu Zhenren's face was green like watermelon skin, and when I saw his bitter face, my heart suddenly cooled half.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Lu Zhenren smiled bitterly and said, "What's the matter? I don't have any solution!"

Bian Cannon shouted at the top of his voice: "Then how did you come here before?"

"Before, I didn't go with me before!" Lu Zhenren finished speaking, and we didn't speak.

It turned out that this Lu Zhenren was the first time to go out with an immortal puppet to run errands.

When I was talking just now, Lu Zhenren also peeked at me, and I immediately understood that this person was holding back his energy with me, so he first proposed to follow the immortal puppet to handle this matter.

Since Lu Zhenren doesn't have anything to save his life, then we can only do our best to obey the fate of heaven.

As we continue to disperse the poisonous smoke and miasma, these poisonous clouds have spread to the Golden Buddha.

There was less than three meters of space left for us, and we had to stick to the golden Buddha.

"If it really doesn't work, we can only ..."

As I spoke, I pointed to the golden Buddha attached to my back.

That means we can only climb to the Golden Buddha.

It's a bit disrespectful to do that, of course, but if you don't do that, we'll die.

The others knew what I was referring to, so they nodded without hesitation.

Once the situation really deteriorates to that extent, we will climb the Buddha statue and hold on for a little longer.

Under the poisonous cloud miasma, there were black centipedes, and I burned one after another, and my eyes were almost gone.

There was no difference between the immortal puppet and the Heavenly Demon, and the immortal puppet cut out countless wounds on the peak-like back of the Heavenly Demon, large and small, crisscrossing each other, and the roar and curse never broke.

Finally, the Heavenly Demon still struggled to drill out of the ground again, and his body was a hundred zhang high, and now it had to be five or six hundred zhang high.

"Are we too late to run now?" asked Bian Pao, who was quite lacking in confidence.

I glanced at him, smiled wryly and said, "Where are you going?"

"Now that blue light exit is long gone, where else can we go?"

I was not wrong at all, the light from the exit was so weak that it was difficult to find in the dark, and now it is even more invisible.

"Then we'll just have to wait for death now. The side cannon sighed, and then kept dispersing the poisonous clouds.

I've been using the Buttomu Fire and the South Wind Bead, but now I can't hold it anymore.

At this critical moment, the monk Yanguo, who had been reciting Buddhist scriptures above our heads for a long time, finally came to the middle of the Golden Buddha's eyes.

At this time, I realized that the face of the Golden Buddha was somewhat similar to that of Monk Yanguo.

But when I thought about it, I found that this golden Buddha was not only like a monk Yanguo, but also had the shadow of those previous monks in his demeanor.

The remnant soul of the old monk looked at the face of the Golden Buddha with a complicated expression, and we couldn't tell what kind of mentality he had, probably because he was missing.

"Old monk, can you hurry up?" Huang Bawang was really anxious below.

We can still reach out and help dispel the poisonous mist, but all he has left is stepping on centipedes, and he can't do anything else.

That's why he's in such a hurry.

We were actually quite anxious, and he was definitely not alone, but I still grabbed him and didn't let him urge him to go any further.

Yanguo's remnant soul was probably immersed in his own world, so he didn't even look at us.

But he did change his actions.

Monk Yanguo stretched out his hand, and the palm condensed by the Buddha's light was on the center of the golden Buddha's eyebrows.

At this moment, the golden Buddha light began to spread from the center of the golden Buddha's eyebrows, and the huge light wave formed by the Buddha's light suddenly slapped the immortal puppet from the sky to the ground, and also slapped the peak-like heavenly demon to the ground.

The poisonous cloud miasma and centipedes all disappeared under this burst of Buddha light, as if they had never appeared.

(End of chapter)