(2nd Update)

After a round of fighting, the armor of the Sixth Soul Ring God of War on Yang Ming's body was cracked and shattered, and the Xuanwu shield had already been broken, and now the cracks were constantly repaired under the nourishment of Yang Ming's soul power, and even the fusion of Susanenghu and the body of the fire demon Zhu Rong incarnation also broke an arm.

The King of Slaughter was nourished by the Rakshasa Divine Breath of the Most Yin and Evil, and his strength was actually improved so terrifyingly!

However, the King of Slaughter is not having a good time.

The high-necked garment was in tatters, like the clothes of a beggar on the street, and a huge bat wing was uprooted behind it, leaving a deep hole with a large bowl mouth, and the sweet smell of blood continued to flow, and the other huge bat wing was not good, crisscrossed with various sword marks, and there were also air leaks in many places.

Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself.

The contest between the two ended in halftime with a heavy blow from the common force.

However, at this time, the Killing King once again raised a wisp of the breath of the Rakshasa God in his body.

In an instant, the face of the King of Slaughter flashed a trace of red, and the yin and evil aura on his body became more and more intense, and the killing aura lingering around him skyrocketed instantly, and in an instant, most of the wounds on his body were healed.

A hint of melancholy flashed between Yang Ming's eyebrows.

Although Yang Ming also understood that the King of Killing was fishing in the dry water, once there was no interference from the Rakshasa Divine Aura in his body, Tang Chen's consciousness would be completely revived, and he, the fake King of Killing, would be put into a goof, and even the nine-headed blood-red bat king who stayed in the house would be liquidated.

But God is worthy of God.

Even if it was just a residual wisp of breath, it also brought the King of Slaughter back to its peak state.

"Quack."

The King of Slaughter was extremely arrogant, and shouted:

"Be disappointed, despair, and die in endless remorse!"

"In this killing capital, I am invincible as the embodiment of evil!"

Set up a good FLAG.

Yang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and the thoughts in his heart turned sharply.

If you rely on ordinary skills, even if you can inflict countless heavy injuries on the King of Killing, as long as the other party keeps sucking the residual breath of the Rakshasa God to survive and fight a protracted battle, it is still yourself who suffers.

After all, opening the eight doors and seven doors of Dunjia will be stronger, but it will also further shorten the duration.

Time is running out for myself.

Evil incarnate?

Evil prevails over good!

Yang Ming's eyes lit up slightly, thinking of a classic role in a film and television drama, ignoring the clamor of the King of Killing, and said in a deep voice:

"The mighty Heavenly Dragon, the World-Honored Jizo, the Buddhas, the Buddhas, the Buddhas, the Buddhas, the

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for saying the classic lines of Fahai in the Green Snake and getting a chance to draw a lottery, do you want to start the lottery wheel?"

"Yes!"

In the retina, a golden roulette appeared, carved with Buddhist inscriptions in the middle, and even faintly could hear the sound of Buddhist chanting, as if to save the world and persuade people to be good.

"Green Snake" is a very old movie, which tells the story of Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian, but due to the rise of station B in recent years, videos about Fahai continue to play, which makes this movie re-enter everyone's sight.

Although the Green Snake World is a mortal world on the surface, in fact, there are heavenly immortals, and countless Buddhas in Western Buddhism are a high demon world, which belongs to the top ranks in the heavenly plane.

In the plot, Fahai is ostensibly the abbot master of Jinshan Temple, with strong fatigue, but in fact, he is the reincarnation of the Buddha, just to experience the red dust and understand the seven emotions and six desires in the world, so as to fade away from the mortal body and go to the next level.

Items, skills, and magic weapons all swept in front of Yang Ming's eyes.

The many lottery opportunities stored before, Yang Ming did not have the slightest intention of being stingy at the moment, and all of them were consumed.

The first few times, although the things drawn were good, they were not what Yang Ming urgently needed at the moment.

In the end, the draw pointer is fixed in the skill bar.

Vajra is like a palm!

Again, this is Fahai's proud skill!

In the next moment, the relevant tricks, as well as Fahai's cultivation experience, especially Fahai's concept of cultivating Buddha as one, were all instilled into Yang Ming's mind.

"Pure faith. then reality arises. He is the one who is the truth. That is, right and wrong. If a man goes into the dark, he sees nothing. Subodhi. Good man. Good woman. Receive the recitation of this version of the sutra. If you are a despised person. It is the sinful karma of a person's previous life. You should fall into the evil way. In this world, people are despised. The karma of past sins is extinguished. He deserves to be the three bodhisattvas. Su Quan Bodhi. I recite the immeasurable tribulations of the past monks. Yu Ran lamp in front of the Buddha. It is worth 84 trillion of the Buddhas of others. All of them are provided for. There is no vacancy. If there are people again. In the post-apocalyptic times. Able to receive the recitation of this sutra. Merit gained. The merits of the Buddhas that I have made offerings to. One percent less than one. Quadrillions and even arithmetic metaphors are beyond the reach. Subodhi. Good man. Good woman. In the post-apocalyptic times. There is a sutra to be recited. Merit gained. If I have a speaker. Or someone smells. The heart is in turmoil. The fox was incredulous. Subodhi. It is inconceivable to know that the meaning of the scriptures is incredible. The results are also incredible. ”

Yang Ming's head buzzed.

It is as if there is a monk who constantly rings the bell in his ear and recites the Buddha, wanting to influence himself and make himself naturalized under the Buddha's door.

Fortunately, Yang Ming's spiritual power far surpassed that of ordinary Title Douluo, and he was forcibly suppressed by him if he had a slight abnormality.

The sinister is not enough for outsiders, and it is only a blink of an eye in the outside world.

Seeing that Yang Ming shouted a word menacingly, and nothing happened, the King of Killing couldn't help but laugh and mocked:

"I thought it was, but you just fart?"

"Quack!"

Facing the undisguised ridicule of the King of Slaughter, Yang Ming only threw a palm at him from a distance.

This palm is extremely heavy!

As if to get rid of the resentment that Fahai forcibly instilled his Buddhist concept just now, Yang Ming's left palm was full of gold, and the whole body seemed to be made of gold, and a swastika was faintly outlined in the palm of his palm.

Grandiose, upright!

Feeling the breath of Buddhism coming to his face, the King of Killing instantly changed color!

In an instant, the breath of the Rakshasa God on the body of the King of Killing was actually under this breath of Buddhism, if the ice and snow melted in summer, even the strength of the King of Killing was suppressed to the limit, and there was no one in ten.

It's as if the Buddhist exercises are specifically aimed at all the evil and filth in the world!

"Nope! No! ”

"Don't kill me! I'm willing to recognize you as Lord and be a watchdog for you! ”

No matter how tempting and intimidating the King of Killing was, Yang Ming was unmoved.

The palm of the golden Buddha rose bigger and bigger, turning into a palm print of the Buddha Gate as high as 100 zhang, and slapped it towards the King of Killing!

"Boom!"

What killing realm, what evil body, in front of this palm print that seems to be the wrath of the Buddha, all are paper tigers!

"Whew!"

Yang Ming retreated from the state of Bamen Dunjia, the atmosphere was not breathless, and he felt that the consumption was unprecedentedly large.

He stared at the place hidden by the rubble, and said secretly:

"Lord of Slaughter, is he dead?"