"Abbot Chongyuan!"

The three Buddhas who dared to come later folded their hands together and bowed.

"Well, Huiming, Huizhen, Huixin, you should step back first, sweep the battle for me, and leave it to Lao Wei here. ”

The abbot of Chongyuan has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his voice is soft and authentic.

"Yes, Abbot. ”

Hearing the abbot's command, the three Buddhas did not hesitate at all and spoke at the same time. Then they each flew in one direction, surrounded the blood demon and the abbot in a triangle, meditated on the spot, recited scriptures, and with a serious face, they really stopped caring about the blood demon and completely withdrew from the battlefield.

From the beginning to the end, the Blood Demon stared at the abbot of Chongyuan, looking at every wrinkle on his face, the ring scars on his head, and slowly, his eyes were full of palpitating hatred and madness.

This is this man, this is this knife, this is him, who personally cut off his own head thousands of years ago.

The Blood Demon remembered his appearance, and at the last moment, his eyes saw his back, and he also saw Chongyuan, who was covered with blood, and spurted scarlet blood from his neck and drenched him, and the blood flowed down the top of his smooth head, through his eyes, nose, and into his mouth, that scene will always be engraved in the heart of the Blood Demon forever, the figure holding a blood-stained ring knife, the whole person as if crawling out of the blood tank, has been his nightmare for more than a thousand years.

"Chongyuan!"

The blood demon roared, and his voice was hoarse, as if he was a devil from the Nine Shadows, like a madman.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen it for a thousand years, although the donor's magic cultivation has been one in ten compared to the beginning, but the anger, resentment, and demonic energy have increased unabated, my Buddha has been purifying for thousands of years, but the donor still refuses to take refuge, but is nostalgic for the sea of suffering, and is willing to fall, it is really the incompetence of the old man, the incompetence of the old man. Chongyuan put his left hand on his chest and said with a guilty face.

"Don't talk to me about this bullshit, if you really feel guilty, if you feel that you have imprisoned me for a thousand years, and you can't stand me, just come over and give me the head! Don't engage in these false things, they are all a group of fucking sanctimonious and high-sounding people!" The blood demon's face squirmed, looking extremely terrifying.

"Amitabha, the old man sat down in a battle with you thousands of years ago, giving up his whole life, his body, and his soul, so that the donor could be punished, and now in front of you, it is just a trace of my residual consciousness. Chongyuan's voice was calm.

"Don't tell me this, you and I have no grievances, and I have never killed a Buddhist disciple, but you have deceived people too much, not only beheading my blood demon body, but also imprisoning me for thousands of years.

"Amitabha, the donor's anger is too deep, and the thousand-year-old suppression can't resolve your grievances, it seems that only the old man has tried his last strength to help the donor get out of the sea of suffering!"

The old monk was probably also angry, and he didn't plan to have anything to do with the Blood Demon, so he raised the three-meter-long ring knife and pointed it towards the Blood Demon's head.

Wang Fan was also drunk, he found out for the first time that the Buddhist monk could be so shameless, holding a three-meter-long knife that was still stained with blood to cut people, and he could say with compassion on his face, and the old man used the ring knife in his hand to help the donor get out of the sea of suffering and ascend to bliss.

But since this kind of shameless person is standing on the same front as him at the moment, Wang Fan is still very happy, and he likes this kind of shameless teammate!

Sure enough, the blood demon was so angry that he roared with a hideous expression, "Chongyuan old thief, even if Lao Tzu pays a big price today, I will crush your bones and scatter ashes and eat you alive!"

"Amitabha, the benefactor has been deeply enchanted, and see how the old man can help you get out of the sea of suffering and ascend to bliss. ”

As he spoke, the old monk dragged a three-meter-long broadsword in his right hand towards the Blood Demon, his skin turned yellow and brightened little by little, and after a few steps, the whole person and his eyelids turned into a golden appearance, like a golden man.

"Are you really afraid of you?

The blood demon was also stimulated a lot, just as the so-called enemies met, their eyes were red, this is what it meant, he roared angrily, and the demonic energy in his whole body was agitated, and his resentment was surging.

"Ten thousand, resentment, blood, sea!"

It's still this powerful magic trick, once it is used, the whole space is full of ghosts and demons.

The blue light in the blood demon's eye socket was sheng, and the whole head was burning with terrifying demonic flames, and ten thousand human faces roared at the same time, taking people's souls, and rushed towards the abbot of Chongyuan with terrifying power, and the demonic power was mighty.

Chongyuan didn't say a word, took a big step forward with his left foot, turned sideways slightly, and then twisted his waist suddenly, dragging the right arm of the three-meter big knife suddenly picked up, and the terrifying blade slashed through an arc of death in the air, wrapped in the power of cutting everything, and blasted over without dodging.

"It's a pity that there are no melon seeds and peanuts. Wang Fan looked so strong that he simply sat on the ground and leaned against the wall to watch.

Mo Yu was standing beside him, also looking up at this fierce battle between the righteous and the demon.

"Who do you think will win?" After looking at it for a while, Mo Yu suddenly asked.

"It must be an old monk, do you still need to think about it?"

"Why are you so sure? A thousand years ago, the strength of the blood demon should be higher than that of the abbot of Chongyuan, the abbot of Chongyuan gathered the strength of the monks to suppress the blood demon, and now a thousand years have passed, although the strength of both sides has been seriously weakened, but the blood demon is still a blood demon after all, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and Chongyuan may not be able to win. Mo Yu frowned.

"This is simple, evil is invincible, any evil is like a firefly to Haoyue in the face of justice. Wang Fan began to talk nonsense again.

Mo Yu rolled his eyes directly, and ignored him, this person is not in shape, and he is a hanger.

……

Bang

Chongyuan and the blood demon head separated again after the fierce collision, both sides were lost, the golden light on the old monk's body dimmed a little, but the blood demon was even more miserable, the knife marks on the whole head were criss-crossed, some deep and some shallow, and the wound was full of Buddhist willingness, it could not be healed at all, and a trace of demonic qi seeped out.

Obviously, in the first round of the encounter, Chongyuan had the upper hand.

Mo Yu turned his head and glanced at Wang Fan, a little surprised and hopeful, he didn't expect Wang Fan to be right, the blood demon was invincible to Chongyuan, but I didn't know if he guessed it, or if he knew it from the beginning.

Wang Fan didn't speak, and looked at the two people who were caught in a confrontation above, looking unfathomable.

How do you say that? Pretend to be like the wind, always with me. In front of Moyu, Wang Fan always pays attention to his own image and strives to improve his qualifications.

……

"Damn, if I was in my heyday, how could you be my opponent?" the Bloodfiend roared.

Chongyuan: "Amitabha, don't be obsessed with it, you are deeply sinful, condense the blood of thousands of people, refine the resentment of thousands of souls, and it is not tolerated by heaven and earth, but my Buddha is merciful, as long as you put down the butcher's knife and take refuge in my Buddha, you will still have the opportunity to resolve the sins on your body." ”

(End of chapter)