The sword light was like lightning, rising from the ground, meandering forward, straight into the sky, slashing the thick demon clouds in the sky, golden sunlight, warm sunlight directly sprinkled from the cut dark clouds, like a knife mark directly through the entire Hell Shrine. Sen Luo's entire skeleton was holding the long knife Moon Beauty in his hand, and the blade was upward—this knife was originally upward. The skeletal warrior was wrapped in thunder, and under his feet was the thunder beast White Lian.

It turned out that at the same time as Sen Luo's slash, this thunder beast also showed its innate fighting talent, and directly found the only "point" in this Luo General's attack and joined forces with Sen Luo to attack this blow - his full force thunder and lightning explosion. The thunder disappeared, the hair on the thunder beast calmed down, and Sen Luo slowly retracted his sword, and both the thunder beast and the skeleton warrior raised their heads to look at the sky in the sunlight.

"It's a nice feeling." That Bai Lian laughed and scratched his cheek with his sharp claws, "But it seems that I won't enjoy it for long." By the way, what do you say your wish is? I don't think you told me. The thunderbeast looked at the bone warrior in front of him, "Didn't you say that...... Yes, it's just a matter of letting the dark clouds of this demonic energy dissipate a little, and I'm afraid it's not something I can do to end this world. Isn't this sunshine now also very comfortable? The sunlight shone on Senluo's iron-colored bones, but it faintly shone on the bones with a dim glow like purple gold.

"Yes, what an amazing wish. Speaking of which, I have one too..... It's just that I'm afraid it's too late to say. Next time, if you have a chance, let's talk about it. With Bai Lian's words, this guy's body leaning on the mountain rock gradually melted into the stone, and soon he turned into a stone like a thunder beast. Sen Luo's skeletal face looked at the situation, and then he looked at the place where the god Luo Jiang was supposed to be.

There was a Luo Jiangshen with a distorted face and a hand with sharp nails covering half of his face. Her beautiful face, which was originally full of seductive power, now looks like an evil ghost, and the shrine maiden costume on her body is in tatters, and the imperial coin in her hand has been broken. "You, you this! Damn it! Damn it! "From the mouth of Luo Jiangshen, such malicious words flowed out." There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. A Buddha horn sounded from the mouth of the old monk who had relaxed, "Donor......." he said as he looked at Sen Luo.

"My sword has cut off your vitality and broken your demonic path, Luo Jiangshen, I'm afraid your wish will not come true." Sen Luo said to the witch in front of him, his tone was very calm, "Monk, the matter of the seal." It looks like I can only leave it to you. Is...... Very nice sunshine too. Don't look at me like that, ronin, I haven't been qualified for eternal sleep yet - just a small reward. Sen Luo clasped his palms together towards the old monk, and then the skeleton of the skeleton collapsed like this, turning into broken bones all over the ground, and even the skull was cracked everywhere.

The long knife lay across the ground like this, and the beads were among the broken bones. The old monk clasped his palms together and bowed. "Naturally." Then he began to recite the sutras and shook the tin staff in his hand. The demonized ronin warrior was now lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, but his body shrunk to the point where it looked like a leather bag hanging from his bones, and the three demon warriors had turned into statues like dead wood, and the samurai of the Yanagi family, sitting cross-legged on the ground, did not know when he had died silently - but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, perhaps he had made his last confrontation in this way.

"Go ahead, take them." The huge mana monk Luo should have been protected, and his own kung fu in chanting Buddhist scriptures and centering was not bad, so although it looked a little aggrieved, it was still much better than the rough ronin warrior who fell to the ground weakly, and he put this warrior on his shoulders and wanted to pull the old monk. "Go, go, don't take care of the old monk." The old monk said, Quiro's body was shocked, he put down the ronin samurai, and the ronin samurai also insisted on standing up, kneeling down with Quiro, kowtowing to the old monk three times, and then put his arm on Quiro's hand, and insisted on walking. The two men never looked back.

However, before leaving, the old monk used a tin staff to pick up the withered ronin warrior with slender eyebrows and eyes to the shoulders of Lu Luo...... The skeleton supported the withered samurai, supported the rough samurai, and walked down the mountain step by step. Behind him, there was a great Sanskrit chant for a while, and the powerful Buddhist mana erupted from the place of the hell shrine.

Luo Jiangshen's movements were very stiff, she put down her hand, and the face was as if there was a thunderbolt splitting it, splitting the face into two halves, but there was no blood in the broken place, there was just nothingness inside, her eyes showed hatred, and her resentment was against the pile of iron-colored broken bones on the ground. It's a pity that she can't do anything now, even if she wants to curse her opponent, she can't do it now, and she has persevered until now thanks to her last resentment. "I hate it......" With this very light and light words, another phantom-like woman emerged from the broken place, with a strange and gorgeous twelve orders on her body, her eyebrows were full of monster breath, and her face and half of her body were wounds that seemed to have been broken by a lightning strike, directly penetrating the front and back of her body.

The witch faded and vanished, and the moment she disappeared, she looked at the pile of bones viciously. But the injury on the original Luo Jiangshen's face disappeared, and her hideous expression also disappeared, and she fell directly to the ground and seemed to have passed out. The old monk just sighed, but his movements did not stop, while reciting the scriptures, he shook the tin staff in his hand, and the steps under his feet were very strange, walking around the hell shrine. When he had walked through all the ground, he sat down directly on the stone that had been split—the black ball of light that had been suspended on it, and the large crack, had now disappeared with the knife. The old monk sat down in front of the stone - although the boulder had been cut open, there were still wisps of demonic energy seeping out from the place where it had been cut open, turning into a faint cloud and drifting towards the sky.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." The old monk just gave a peaceful Buddha call, threw the tin staff, and just stuck into the broken crack. Then the monk sat cross-legged, his long eyebrows drooping, his eyes closed in meditation - the light of the Buddha on his body shone out like a pearl that illuminated the entire Hell Shrine. In the midst of a double sigh, the entire Hell Shrine was silent except for the sound of the wind blowing......