In the Golden Buddha Temple, the battle of the Buddha and the demon is shocking, and the Venerable of the Demon is caught in the most dangerous moment of his life.

The blue dress dyed red, blood fell, and the eyes as beautiful as the stars were also covered with a touch of bright red.

In front of me, the Bodhi in the devil, the Buddha is scattered, and the demonic energy is monstrous, shocking the world.

"Six Evils, Hell of Blood"

Bodhi stepped out with one step, and the demonic waves around him surged, and the Buddha realm collapsed, replaced by an endless bloody hell, and sinful karma was pervasive.

Hell appeared in the world, the ghost Bodhi waved his hand, and one hundred and eight Buddha beads flew into his hand, and after an instant, he turned into one hundred and eight skeletons, and the Buddha who was completely demonized had no mercy in his eyes, only the killing that made people's hearts palpitate.

Boundless demonic power, heaven and earth are sad, Baiyun Lian is affected by demonic energy, and his body is violently unstable for a while.

At this moment, the ghost Bodhi's body disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of the demon.

Bai Yunlian's eyes shrank, and the water and light in front of him converged, urgently blocking the magic move, however, the magic power was unshakable, and he suddenly shook the water light with a palm and slapped it on the demon.

"Ugh"

Rain, blood gushing out, Bai Yunlian's body flew out, and hit the demon tower directly.

The pagoda was stained with demon blood, the eyes were dazzling, and Bai Yunlian fell to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of vermilion again.

"Demons, shouldn't exist in the world"

The demonized Bodhi, the voice was cold and piercing, the one hundred and eight skull rosaries in his hands, the demonic qi overflowed, the cold and heavy demonic waves were permeated, and the magic tricks came out again.

"The Six Calamities of the Demon Yan, the Natural Disaster of the Wind Soldiers"

The magic waves roll wildly, the sea of clouds churns, the sky and the earth surge, the trick of the devil, the convergence of the aura of heaven and earth, the roar of the black wind, the shocking power of the world, and the robbery of thousands of miles.

The magic move attacked, Bai Yun practiced the demon yuan, the weak water was three thousand, the wind surged wildly, and the backrush came out.

There was a shocking explosion, the chaos of heaven and earth, the unequal cultivation, and then the cruel truth, the Venerable of the Demons, was stained red with blood, and he was injured and injured.

"Bitan Reflecting the Moon"

Hit hard again, Bai Yunlian barely stabilized his figure, turned his palm to raise the yuan, but the determined color in his eyes did not change at all, in order to avenge the revenge of thousands of creatures in the primordial land, even if he fell, he had no regrets.

The vast demonic power converges and condenses, the sky appears as a heavenly river, a bright moon shines down, and the space shakes sharply.

When the moonlight fell, the Bodhi ghost body instantly moved, avoiding the tricks of the demon yuan.

"The Six Calamities of the Demon Yan, the Burning of the City"

After a few steps, Bodhi froze, the skeletal rosary waved, and the black flames roared out, rushing towards the sky.

Water and fire are incompatible, the nine heavens are shaking, the demon yuan is scattered, and the moon is scattered.

"Drink"

The demon is hard to shake, Bai Yunlian finally glanced at the world with nostalgia, and then his eyes condensed, flashed a touch of determination, and a piercing clear whistle resounded throughout the nine heavens, and in an instant, hundreds of miles of heaven and earth trembled violently, outside Yanyun Mountain, the lake water in the entire Qingxi Lake rose to the sky, flew into the nine heavens, and then, Bai Jiao transformed into a waterfall, coiling the sky.

Seeing this, Ghost Bodhi's expression sank, and he said, "Bai Jiao, you want to forcibly urge such a huge water vein with your flesh and blood, you are too naïve."

"As long as I can kill you, Bai Yun will die without regrets"

Bai Jiao drank lightly, and then accepted the last demon yuan, within hundreds of miles, all the water sources converged quickly in the sky, outside Yanyun Mountain, Qingxi Lake dried up instantly, and there was not a drop of lake water.

Seeing the demon fighting for his life, the ghost Bodhi Zhou's skull rosary turned, his palms were combined, and on his head, a huge skull head appeared in the sky, and the terrifying suction spread sharply, devouring all the aura between heaven and earth.

"The Six Calamities of the Demon Yan, the God Devouring the Spirit"

Under the thunderclouds, the two people who are constantly improving their strength are like the two brightest stars in the world, illuminating thousands of miles of heaven and earth as bright as the polar day.

The next moment, the two moves collided, Yanyun Mountain was robbed instantly, and the mountains that had survived for an unknown number of years collapsed in response, the mountains moved, the rocks flew, and the image of the end of the world was shocked.

In the battle, after a few breaths, the aftermath dissipated, but on the ground full of holes, the demon was stunned, and the white robe stained with demonic energy hunted with the wind.

In the sky, the white Jiao who re-transformed into a human form fell from the sky, full of life, and it was difficult to detect.

"Ugh"

At the end of the war, on the chest of Ghost Bodhi, a waterfall of blood gushed out, staggering a few steps, and the heavy damage was irrepressible.

"It's over"

With a bang, Ghost Bodhi stabilized his body, stepped forward, flipped his palm, and not far away, the Demon Suppression Tower sounded and slowly rose.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, on the Yandang Plain, the battle between the two powers is also at the last moment.

The lord of the Divine Palace strongly forced the demon body of the fate, and the purple qi was mighty, attracting thunder from the sky, and the gods were frightened.

A hard-hit fate, restoring the demonic appearance, the demonic fire around the body illuminates the heaven and the earth, the beginning of the Hua, and the red practice of the present.

The shaking heaven and earth are constantly collapsing, and the powerful palm power and sword qi are devastating, and everywhere they pass, they are full of devastation.

Blood stained the sword, and as the blade of the sword slashed, it spilled between heaven and earth, severely hurting the untenable Zhifanghou, and the situation became more and more critical.

"Sky Fall"

Red practice Qingtian, the sword intent spread, and tens of thousands of sword lights fell like rain, destroying the hundreds of miles of wasteland in an instant.

"Purple Air Resists the Long Wind"

When the sword intent attacked, the Purple Heaven Palace flipped its palm to absorb the qi, the wind swirled, and the purple qi swung out, blocking thousands of sword rains.

The sword move is broken, the purple qi is majestic and endless, and it is shocked to know its fate.

The red clothes flew upside down, blood splashed down, and the demon calamity and serious injuries were added at the same time, making it difficult to kill the body, and there was no way forward.

Seeing that the opponent's skill body was restricted, Zitiangong did not spare his hand at all, and with a step on it, the palm yuan rolled and surged, slapping the former.

The sword palms collided, one advanced, the other retreated, and the hand holding the sword that was constantly overflowing red, but it was still holding the sword in his hand, fighting with all his might.

With a bang, the red cloth stopped, the ground under his feet cracked, and the blade of the sword turned and slashed at the former.

In close combat, the palm sword clashed again, the sword of killing, the heavy palm, one move and one style, life and death.

Stabbed, a sword blade across the clothes tore sound, blood stained red and purple clothes, the sword of killing, extremely sharp, even if the demon was seriously injured, it was not easy to deceive.

The injuries are exchanged, the sword and the palm, the close fight, intertwined with the most beautiful life and death.

After a long battle, Zitiangong's expression became more and more heavy, and he came prepared, taking advantage of it, but he still couldn't fully control the situation, and his tenacity exceeded expectations.

"Bloodflame"

The magic move manifests, the flame rises, the momentum of burning the sky, shocking people's hearts, the flame in the blood, the sword in the flame, and the sword urges the soul.

With a loud bang, the two powerhouses clashed again, the flames fell like rain, and the two people standing in the sea of fire were injured at the same time, and their mouths were stained with vermilion.

The aftermath was gone, and the Purple Heaven Palace flipped its palm and shook back the people in front of him again, with a gloomy and abnormal expression.

"One move for another, knowing the fate, how many moves can you resist?"

"Demonic Style, Nirvana"

Without saying a word, the sword blade in Zhifang's hand turned, stepped into the air, and the breath around his body was filled with a sword, and in an instant, tens of thousands of sword intents converged from all directions, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, magnificent and lightless.

The strongest sword, the demonic aura was full of sky, and the magnificent sword light swept out sharply, slashing towards the lord of the Divine Palace.

"Purple Qi comes from the east, Shenwu Law Phase"

Seeing that the move was extraordinary, the Purple Heaven Palace also urged a body of martial arts, flipped its palms, and the endless purple qi quickly converged, and the image of the martial god reappeared in the world.

The bipolar collision, the sky is miserable, the dust and sand roll like a terrifying wave, in the aftermath, the sword light dissipates, and the martial god breaks nirvana.

The blood spilled was the bell of the demon's defeat, the red clothes that slammed to the ground, the sword blade crutches the ground, and the blood around the body flowed like a spring, flowing into the earth along the red practice.

"Know your fate, don't fight again, retreat quickly"

The forty-nine Dao Sect leaders opened their mouths and reminded in unison.

"At the very least, hold on until Yin'er leaves safely"

In a pool of blood, Ning Chen staggered up with his sword, and with a grip of his left hand, Tai Shi appeared, and the power of the twin swords transformed the demon phoenix, rolling phoenix fire, and the forest and the demon waves, spread endlessly, and the double breath rotated, and then opened the array of yin and yang.

The black-red Taiji diagram appeared in the sky, reflecting the brilliance of Liangyi's life, and the ruthless demon refused to retreat for the first time for the love of the world.

The two instruments opened the formation, and the aura around Ning Chen's body was sharply consumed, and the unequal yin and yang aura vibrated violently.

Looking at the Taiji diagram that appeared in the sky, Zitiangong's brows furrowed, his right palm flipped over, and the purple qi surged, sweeping towards the demon body in the array.

A violent earthquake, yin and yang power, in an instant, the purple qi dissipated invisibly.

"The formation is not bad, but unfortunately, it is still in vain"

When the words fell, the figure of Zitiangong flashed, his palm was heavy and heavy, and he bullied himself again.

The double sword blocked the move, the aftermath scattered, the formation force, and the formation of yin and yang imbalance shook violently again.

Zitiangong urged three more forces in his palm, and with a bang, he shook back the former.

"Heaven Cry"

Ning Chen froze, condensed the Yuan through the force, the two swords took off his hands, and flew into the two instruments, and in an instant, the sky Taiji array turned rapidly, and the yin and yang qi turned into sword rain Tianluo, falling from the sky.

"Needless struggle, retreat"

After a long battle, the anger of the Purple Heaven Palace was uncontrollable, and he shook the sword rain with his palm, and all his martial arts exploded, and the mighty purple qi disappeared for hundreds of miles, and the precarious Liangyi formation broke the formation in an instant.

"Ugh"

With a muffled snort, he retreated in a few steps, the blood and water spilled reddened the ground under his body, his two swords slammed into the ground, and the demon body with exhausted energy was no longer able to hold on.

The serious injury is difficult to suppress, the demon calamity is added, the demon phoenix has wings and is difficult to spread its wings, and it is in danger.

"Let's Die"

As soon as Zitian Palace stepped on his feet, his breath turned into a majestic and angry wave, and a majestic palm forced his life out.

No more turning, no more hesitation, at the moment of life and death, the blood light flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, and with a deep drink, the demonic qi around his body surged wildly, unprecedented pressure, and turmoil.

"Drink"

The earth that shook, the dust waves soared into the sky, the move did not come out, the wind and clouds fell sharply, the terrifying breath, and the world trembled.

With a bang, the black hair broke through the shackles, and the hunt danced wildly, and under him, one after another the earth cracked, and the huge ravines spread hundreds of miles away.

"Six paths fall together, thousands of demons, Taishang forbidden sword ......"

The two swords flowed side by side, the demonic qi, the phoenix yuan pole turned to excite, the demon body was thousands of years, and the eyes were as red as blood.

Feeling the extremely terrifying coercion on the former's body, Zitiangong's expression sank, and his body urged three more points, and after the Dragon Gate manifested, the purple qi gathered and helped the momentum.

At the moment when the double move was about to be made, in the distance, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, the sound of footsteps, a touch of plain clothes appeared, and after a few steps, he appeared in the battle.

Between the two, Su Yi raised his hand to suppress the edge of the twin swords, and immediately flipped his right palm, slamming back the lord of the divine palace who was approaching.

"You've done a good job, leave the rest to me"

Familiar voices, familiar faces, plain clothes, dancing lightly in the wind, knowing the body of fate, reappearing in the world.