(1st Update)

The golden Buddha light is dazzling.

Even if Yang Ming slapped the king of killing, the heaven and earth still lingered for a long time, as if there were bursts of Buddha recitation, purifying people's hearts and illuminating all beings.

The Killing Capital is in for unprecedented changes.

Those murderers who were lucky enough to survive the aftermath of the battle between Yang Ming and the King of Slaughter were bathed in the golden Buddha light one by one, the hideous and ferocious looks on their faces faded one by one, their eyes were full of memories, and their minds kept flashing back to the crimes they had committed, crying like babies, kneeling on the ground to atone for the crimes they had committed.

The Buddha said: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground.

With the eye of reincarnation perceiving the world, Yang Ming was surprised to find that the negative emotions and killing aura that had once pervaded this world were actually like the ice and snow under the warm spring sun melting away one by one.

The originally gloomy and depressing killing capital turned out to be an atmosphere that swept away the past, giving people a new feeling.

"This ......"

Yang Ming's heart was secretly moved, and he was quite surprised by this.

In the Ten Thousand Worlds, Buddhism can be said to be a giant existence, and they can be glimpsed in many worlds, so it is not surprising that they have such a domineering ability.

At this moment, from under the ruins buried by the King of Slaughter, there was a sudden movement.

"Click, click, click......"

Rubble and rubble rolled down, and at the top of the ruins, a broad palm burst out of the ground.

A flash of red light wanted to be unearthed with it, but perhaps because of the heavy injury and the too strong Buddhist aura left by the Vajra Prajna palm, this red light was suppressed again.

"Huh?"

A startling sound came from under the rubble.

The outstretched palm pressed hard, and the whole person stood out from the rubble.

Seeing this man, Yang Ming's eyes froze, and his face became solemn.

His eyes are black, incomparably deep black, and his face seems to have changed a lot, although he is still middle-aged, but he is about to become much more handsome, all evil is replaced by a righteous spirit, the black hair on the back of his head is windless, standing there, there is no longer the previous killing king's body is vain, calm as Yue.

From the claw shape to the wide palm, the red light that originally rushed out was suppressed by the Buddhist breath to the limit, and could only turn into a thin film and stick it in the palm of the palm.

But Yang Ming didn't dare to underestimate the man in front of him at all.

Even if the armor on his chest was shattered, it left a heavy palm print, and his sternum was sunken inward, looking like he had been fatally wounded.

However, at this moment, the aura emanating from the middle-aged man in front of him did not look like he was dying, but it was so powerful that it was indescribable, this kind of self-respecting momentum in the sky and on the ground, Yang Ming had only felt it at the moment when Tang Hao broke through the peerless Douluo.

The next moment, a red phantom full of infinite killing power flashed behind him, and the red light in the palm of his hand suddenly condensed into a hammer shape, a huge red giant hammer, a giant hammer shining with countless magnificent magic patterns, and the strange thing is that after the giant hammer appeared, it changed rapidly, just in the blink of an eye, the hammer body seemed to melt, and it was transformed into a blood-colored giant sword with a length of more than two meters.

"Haotian Sect Ancestor, Tang Chen?"

Yang Ming said solemnly.

"Oh?"

Hearing Yang Ming's inquiry, Tang Chen came back to his senses from the aftertaste of regaining control of his body.

He looked at Yang Ming, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said secretly, what a handsome young man.

The eyebrows are like swords, the eyes are like morning, the face is resolute, and the invincible record since his debut has shaped the belief of invincibility, and the waist is straight, like a cold sword out of the sheath, even if it is just a glance, you will be attracted by his temperament.

In particular, the mysterious sword in Yang Ming's hand made Tang Chen feel quite shocked!

This kind of breath, this kind of temperament, can only be peeked at in the legendary artifact.

However, the weapon in front of him that looked like a sword and not a sword, and a sword and not a sword, was definitely not among the artifacts that Tang Chen had ever seen or heard of, and judging from the gap between the mysterious sword and the artifact, it was obvious that he had come to a shocking conclusion, this was actually a sword that had evolved towards an artifact!

A mortal, a weapon martial soul can actually evolve into an artifact!

How could this make an old immortal like Tang Chen not be shocked?

You must know that even he himself has worked hard to pass the test, and even just now, if it weren't for Yang Ming's fatal palm and killing the blood-red nine-headed bat king who was lodged in his body with one blow, he would have achieved a demigod body on the edge of life and death, and obtained god-level power, and his martial soul Haotian Hammer would not have transformed into what it is now.

A peerless genius that is rare in 10,000 years!

He is also a talent who has the grace of liberation for himself!

Tang Chen's gaze at Yang Ming became extremely soft, if it weren't for the fact that he was too old to accept apprentices, he really wanted to take the young man in front of him under his door.

"Boy, do you know me?"

Tang Chen's voice had changed a lot compared to before, it was no longer sharp and evil, it had become old and heavy, it didn't look like a middle-aged man's voice at all, but like a majestic elder.

For the strong, especially this kind of strong man who has no malicious intent, Yang Ming doesn't mind giving great respect, clasps his hands into fists, and says:

"In Xia Yang Ming, my friend Tang San's father is Tang Hao, and I was fortunate to see the paintings of my predecessors."

Yang Ming lied a little here.

"Hao'er...... Are you his son's friend...... So many years have passed in a flash......"

Tang Chen's eyes were full of vicissitudes, and he had the illusion of seeing all the changes in the world.

No, this is not Yang Ming's delusion.

Because the next moment, Yang Ming saw that Tang Chen raised the blood-colored giant sword in his hand and cut off all his black hair.

"Because the three fruits are unknown, the prosperous floating shadow is ashamed to become a poem. fell into the dream of red dust for no reason, and caused three thousand troubles. ”

"In the past, relatives, friends, lovers, enemies, obsessions, in the end are just a handful of loess, from now on, I will take refuge in Buddhism, and the Buddha's name is pure."

Tang Chen withdrew his martial spirit, clasped his hands together, and chanted in a low voice.

The golden Buddha light that filled the sky was pouring into Tang Chen's body in a steady stream at this moment.

Yang Ming looked confused.

it! it! it!

What a god this unfolds!

What the hell did I just do?

No matter how far Yang Ming was, he saw a round of Buddha light rising from behind Tang Chen, faintly with the image of the Buddha, with a peaceful face, and the fatal wound left by Yang Ming on his chest was healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.