After Zhao Teng heard the Buddha's words, he suddenly woke up, looked at the dark cage with branches jumping on the ground, and suddenly understood.

His figure leaped into the air in a flash, swinging his vajra and slamming it into the dark cage.

The figure of the Chosen One moved, blocking in front of Zhao Teng in an instant, and he raised his hand to block the mighty power of the vajra.

Bang!

The dignified golden light rushed into a golden light circle between Zhao Teng and the Chosen King, mighty and scattering in all directions.

"Don't bother them, they'll be reborn soon. The Chosen One was not moved by the powerful power of the vajra in the slightest, and said lightly.

Zhao Teng sneered and said in a deep voice: "What I want to do, no one can stop me yet." ”

As he spoke, he turned into a golden light and rushed out, and the waving vajra had just been raised, and the figure of the Chosen One reappeared.

Zhao Teng simply gave up his swing, turned around and galloped away, and raised the vajra again with lightning speed.

Seeing that the vajra was about to smash on top of the dark cage, the figure of the Chosen One suddenly appeared, and raised his palm in an orderly manner, lightly blocking this powerful blow.

Brilliant golden light rippled over the figure of the Chosen One, hitting the edges of both sides of the dark cage without touching a single bit.

Zhao Teng lowered his brows, and quickly turned his figure away, the figure of the Chosen King would always appear at the right time, and completely block the momentum of the vajra smashing.

After repeating this for more than ten rounds, Zhao Teng suddenly paused in the air, and the golden light brought out by waving his arm shrank a lot, and the figure of the Chosen King still appeared in time.

"I advise you to give up as soon as possible and work with me to recreate the chaotic order. ”

"You should give up. ”

Rumble!

The golden light overflowed, Zhao Teng showed a faint smile, and what the Chosen King caught was no longer a vajra, but a palm.

The Chosen King hurriedly looked sideways, only to see a golden light falling rapidly, already smashing on top of the dark cage.

There was a loud bang, and the mighty golden light spread through the void like ripples.

Jiang Fei was thinking about how to get rid of it in the dark cage, when he suddenly felt a light in front of him, the bright golden light dispelled the darkness, and the scurrying dark branches quickly withered, turned into a trace of black gas, and annihilated in the void.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Fei felt incredulous, and vaguely, he saw Zhao Teng's fast-flying figure in the golden light, and only then did he understand.

In any case, this true Emperor Shakti did not completely disappoint, breaking the dark cage at a critical moment and rescuing the disciples trapped in it in time.

As the dark cage fell into tatters and decay, the scarlet in the eyes of the disciples quickly dissipated, and they had already sobered up a lot in a few breaths.

Leisurely, a bright golden light flew in the air and quickly smashed down.

"It's ......"

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, he clenched Ren Yuan's sword and looked at it, and after a few breaths, he recognized this powerful magic weapon with extraordinary power.

"Vajra!"

Seeing that the vajra was about to fall to the ground, Jiang Fei moved his figure elegantly, flew to the front of him with a few ups and downs, and held it in his hand.

Suddenly, a divine and clear aura came from the handle of the vajra, instantly pouring into Jiang Fei's body, and reaching the five meridians and eight veins, making his whole person look radiant and transcendent.

Jiang Fei's black hair was vibrant, and there was a faint golden light bursting out in his clear eyes, and he only felt that his body was full of inexhaustible strength

"This vajra is so mysterious......

Jiang Fei looked at the vajra held in his left hand, but he didn't expect that this supreme magic weapon would have such a role in transforming people.

His heart moved, and he lifted the vajra and waved it twice, only to feel extremely heavy.

Suddenly, the surrounding dark branches jumped up quickly, swirling with churning black gas, arrogant and weird, and spreading rapidly.

Jiang Fei's heart was shocked, and he looked at the Chosen King who was suspended in the air and would not move, holding a half-transparent and half-clear black ball of light floating in his hand, which was spinning a treacherous trajectory in the night.

Zhao Teng's figure rushed quickly, flashing left and right with golden light, punching and kicking the Chosen King, but he couldn't inflict any blow on it, only shooting wrinkled ripples on the void around his body.

The dark branches grew wildly again without hesitation, and soon they were almost covering the night sky.

Before the disciples were fully awake, they fell into an endless wandering, lost in the swirling dark branches, and their eyes flashed with an aggressive scarlet light.

Although the three masters such as Chunyangzi were still able to stay awake for the time being, they were either exhausted in their spiritual power or seriously injured, lying on the ground weakly unable to move, unable to stop the dark aura that was approaching the disciples in front of them.

The Baili brothers and sisters looked dilated, and stood motionless in place, the dark branches dancing and swirling around their arms and legs, and the gaps in the hems of their clothes, which were greatly shackled and imprisoned for life.

Gu Changan trembled, the scarlet light in the tiger's eyes appeared and disappeared from time to time, and he suddenly moved his thick eyebrows, and suddenly laughed.

"Desire comes from the cracks of light, and so does darkness, and it is impossible to come to an end until the end of life. ”

The Chosen King's domineering gaze flew arrogantly, and as the black ball of light in his hand rotated unconsciously, the spread of the dark branches also became savage and rapid at the same time.

After Jiang Fei held the vajra, the golden light in his clear eyes was rippling, and he could actually see the scenes that he couldn't see before, such as the figures of the disciples of the various sects hidden by the dark branches, and even the distribution of their meridians and bone structures, which were clearly visible.

A few crows flew under the waning moon, which usually seemed to be just a few inconspicuous black spots, but now you can clearly observe the rough feathers on their bodies, and the eggs in the belly of the female!

Jiang Fei was shocked, looking at Zhao Teng who was flying in the sky, there was only a strange shape of a golden light figure, and then at the Chosen King, it was just a thick-eyed monk wrapped in black mist.

"Why is this monk so familiar...... Jiang Fei lowered his eyebrows.

"Is it one, three, five?"

Suddenly, a bitter face flashed in the memory, and it became one with the thick-eyebrow monk in front of him.

Jiang Fei felt incredulous, 135 was just an ascetic monk, how did he become the Chosen King?

The dark branches that spread all over the place were circulating, entangled, stretching and twisting, crushing Jiang Fei's puzzled and contemplative gaze, he raised his head to see, and within the dark branches, there was a long black thread as thin as a hair.

These long jet-black threads methodically drove the dark branches to swing around, densely wound around the night sky, tightening the sparse moonlight.

Jiang Fei looked deep along the cumbersome lines of the jet-black long line, and after several twists and turns, he finally found the key.

These dense black long lines, all the roots, actually came from the black ball of light in the hands of the Chosen King.

"I see. ”

Jiang Fei's heart moved, and he looked around at the disciples around him, most of them had already fallen under the crazy invasion of the dark branches, and their eyes flashed with scarlet light.

Jiang Fei frowned, Ling Ran looked back, looking at the Chosen King suspended in the air, he decided not to hesitate anymore, since the vajra was already in his hand, he had to have the courage to challenge and try it out for himself, what was the difference between this Chosen King!

Sou!

A golden light rushed to the ground, and Jiang Fei flew into the sky with the vajra in his hand, heading straight for the Chosen King suspended in the air.

"Oh, even mortals dare to do their best?" the Chosen One smiled, and the contempt in his eyes shone vertically.

Jiang Fei had come to the front in an instant, the Chosen King didn't dodge or dodge, and he didn't even bother to take a look, even the Emperor Shakti, who guarded the realm of living beings, couldn't break through his defensive barrier and hurt him in the slightest, what could this stinky hairy boy do?

Bang!

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fei's vajra easily pierced through the defensive barrier around the Chosen King, and smashed into the spinning black ball of light like a thunderbolt.

The cracked black fragments roared and scattered, the Chosen King's black hair swept backwards, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the domineering figure flickered and flickered, flickering illusory.

"How could I fail?

The Chosen One let out a hideous roar, and the domineering figure continued to pull and expand, and then contract and condense. He never imagined that this Bodhi Demon Seed, which he had painstakingly cultivated, would be destroyed in the hands of a mortal.

Jiang Fei was extremely shocked, and a golden light appeared in his clear eyes, what he thought would take a lot of effort and hardship to do, but now it was achieved as smoothly as he imagined.

Could it be because of the vajra in his hand?

His joy was mixed with doubt, and he lowered his head to look at the vajra in his hand.

Zhao Teng was also very surprised, the true demon who felt helpless by all means would be defeated by the mortal people in front of him in one fell swoop!

The black ball of light scattered and shattered, and the dark branches that filled the air began to wither rapidly, and the momentum of frenzied scurrying down in dejection shrank into the vast night sky, withering into nothingness.

The figure of the Chosen King slowly disappeared, and the bitter appearance of the thick-eyebrow monk emerged, he calmly played a Buddha number, and said leisurely: "All living beings are exhausted, the proof of Bodhi, hell is not empty, how can it be a Buddha." ”

"It's really one-three-five!"

Jiang Fei's heart was shocked, and he felt extremely surprised, after the first meeting, there was no news of 135, and he would actually appear here!

Could it be that he is the ancient Buddha that everyone says they are talking about?

If this is the case, how could he appear in Jinyong City to meet him?

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, and he felt a little confused, so he opened his mouth and asked the thick-eyebrow monk, "Are you one three five, or a Buddha?"

The thick-eyebrow monk looked sideways and said calmly: "As far as the donor is concerned, I am one-three-five, and as far as sentient beings are concerned, I am the Buddha." ”

In this way, he is indeed one hundred and thirty-five, but where did he go after Jin Yongcheng?

Why did he merge with the Chosen King who commanded a foreign army three years later?