A few days later.

"Buzz ——!!"

The space shattered, and a substantial cyan sword shadow shot out from the red-faced Taoist's hand with a piercing sonic boom!

"Uhhh

There was a soft sound, and a black mark slashed, and the cyan boundless sky was actually split in half by this sword!

"Boom!"

Where the sword light fell, the body of the old man Rama was shattered with a single blow!

"Good!"

Looking at the amazing blow of his junior brother, the thin Taoist clapped his hands and applauded:

"Tsk, junior brother;"

The thin Taoist made no secret of his admiration:

"Your 'Heaven Splitting Strike' is already quite a bit of the legendary meaning of 'Heaven Splitting Like Cracked Silk'."

"Senior brother has an overreputation."

Listening to the praise of the senior brother, the red-faced Taoist priest put away his sword and stood up, shaking his head slightly:

"I've only scratched the surface of what this means."

"Ahem."

A cough interrupted the conversation between the brothers and sisters; The space in the distance fluctuated, and Rama's embarrassed figure reappeared.

"Huh?"

Taking a step forward, the thin Taoist looked at the old man who was coughing with his head down with a slightly mocking gaze:

"I said Luo Lao Mo; Your life is quite hard! ”

The left hand secretly pinched the trick and was ready to go, and the thin Taoist was still unforgiving:

"I think you still have something to press the bottom of the box, do you? How? Don't you want to use it? ”

"Huh-"

Faced with the provocation of the thin Taoist, he grinned, and the seriously injured old man did not give any response.

"Amitabha."

Holding a scepter in hand, the monk on the side also took a step forward, and a Buddha horn sounded, and golden lotuses bloomed in the void:

"Lord Rama, it's not too late to turn back."

"Oh? How? ”

Just after taking a good breath, when he heard the monk's ultimatum, the expression on the old man's face seemed to change:

"If you hand over that little girl, can you still let the old man go?"

"Rama; Now, I don't have to lie to you; ”

Hearing the old man's seemingly loose answer, the thin Taoist lost no time in taking over the words:

"Old Demon Luo, based on what you did before, it was originally a fantasy to let you go; But ......"

The thin Taoist man's face was solemn:

"This is a special situation; We can call the shots: as long as you hand over the little Vermilion Bird girl intact and vow not to step into my Gouchen territory again, I will not embarrass you again this time! ”

After a pause, the thin Taoist added:

"We can swear by the heart of the Dao."

"Oh?"

Hearing the conditions offered by the thin Taoist, the old man's thick eyebrows lifted in disbelief:

"Great Monk;"

Turning his head, the old man squinted at the tall and thin monk who was silent on the side:

"Ma Daochang said that the two of them were willing to swear with their hearts; That... What about your Buddha heart? ”

"Amitabha."

After reciting the Buddha's name, the solemn monk bowed his head slightly:

"The little monk is naturally no exception."

Half an hour later.

His face changed several times, and Rama finally sighed:

"That's it!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the old man took out a purple gourd from his waist that exuded rich spatial fluctuations:

"Wait... Let's take an oath. ”

"Senior brother, slow down!"

Seeing that Rama was so cooperative, the red-faced Taoist priest frowned:

"Rama;"

Looking directly at Rama's ashen old face, the red-faced Taoist priest took a step forward and slightly clenched the bronze sword in his hand:

"The little girl is not in there...... You're going to have to make me wait first, right? ”

"Hmm."

After a slight groan, the old man happily reached out and pulled the stopper of the gourd:

"Several, see for yourself."

"Ahem."

After checking it with his divine sense, looking at Zhu Liu's miserable appearance of being disheveled and even missing a sleeve, the Taoist priest surnamed Ma coughed lightly in embarrassment.

But that's all there is to it... Presumably, the old devil didn't have time to do anything.

After confirming Zhu Liu's identity, the thin Taoist turned pale, and he swore an oath:

"The Four Emperors are above; Ma Yu, a disciple of the Emperor of the Upper Palace, now swears with the heart of the Tao;

If Rama can not hurt this Suzaku, he will hand it over to his disciples as promised, etc.; And swear with a demonic heart that he will never step into Gou Chen in the future; The disciples will let him go without hindrance......"

“…… If you violate this oath, the heavens will rain down the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, so that my Dao heart will become powder! ”

Under the gaze of the old man, following Ma Yu, the red-faced Taoist and the tall and thin monk also made a big oath one after another.

"Old Demon Luo;"

Seeing that the monk had also made an oath, Ma Yu turned his eyes to look at the old man:

"Now you can always hand it over, right?"

With a hint of a smile on his face, Rama reached out and picked up the gourd containing Zhu Liu, and secretly hit a demonic imprint on Zhu Liu's body:

"Well, that's natural, and the old man is also a believer."

Looking up at the three people who were secretly on guard, the old man took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to hand the gourd to Ma Yu, the leader of the three.

"Hey, hey!"

Just as Ma Yu stretched out his hand to take it, the old man suddenly laughed strangely:

"Boom!"

Before the words fell, the old man's body suddenly bloomed with bursts of black light!

"Boom !!!!"

The devastating shock wave swept across the land at breakneck speed, and everything on the surface was destroyed almost instantaneously within a radius of thousands of miles; A huge amount of smoke and dust rose up in an instant, turning into a pitch-black mushroom cloud that obscured the sky!

After a long time, the smoke cleared.

Where the old man was standing, a huge spatial black hole was slowly emitting gravity.

"Ahem."

Looking at his empty right arm, the thin Taoist priest named Ma Yu showed a bitter smile.

"Senior brother?"

Suddenly, the worried voice of the red-faced Taoist priest sounded not far away:

"You...?"

"It doesn't matter."

Spiritual power surged, and a new arm instantly formed on Ma Yu's right shoulder:

"It's not a road injury."

Looking behind him, Ma Yu searched everywhere for the monk's figure:

"Xuanshi?"

"Amitabha."

The Buddha's horn sounded, and the great monk who was no longer solemn got up from the ground with a dusty face:

"The little monk is fine."

Turning his head to look at the miserable junior brother behind him, thinking of the tragic situation of the three of them, Taoist Ma Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly:

The little Vermilion Bird girl didn't know which spatial turbulence she had fallen into for a long time - in the face of the old man's sudden self-explosion, the three people in the defense had no time to be distracted;

As for Rama himself......

"I'm afraid it won't fall like this..."

His brows furrowed, and Ma Yu's eyes were a little solemn.

"Senior brother,"

Hearing the senior brother's muttering, the red-faced Taoist priest asked in disbelief:

"You mean... This old devil is not dead yet? ”

"I'm afraid that's the case."

Using his divine sense to capture something in the air, Ma Yu's expression was very serious:

"If it is a self-explosion, it should be devastated; But have you two ever found even a trace of a scattered spirit here? ”

"Shhhh

"Amitabha, the little monk has not found it."

After glancing at each other, a somewhat incredible thought floated in the hearts of the three of them:

Second incarnation.