Eight tribes, the eight protectors of Buddhism and the gods!

King Shura, King Nasha, King Nara, King Dragon, King Garuda, King Minva, King Raja, King of Heaven!

Every god king stood up, and it was a powerful existence that killed a god and pushed a continent sideways!

The horror of the Eight Great God Kings lies not in their realm, but in their never-limited force value and will to fight!

Among them, the fighting god Asura has the strongest attack!

At this moment, in the main hall, the forty-four King Kongs were restrained by the Supreme Corpse Demon and the sixty-four Arhats, and the beam vortex representing the eight tribes finally moved.

Surrounded by a layer of divine light, the tall and mighty true body of the Eight Great God Kings fully appeared, and in an instant, it shot out like eight bolts of lightning, and finally made eight bangs, smashing heavily on the ground.

Each god king has a different form, but they all have a god-like divine charm, their eyes shoot a cold luster, and they are dressed in different styles of armor, surrounded by divine light, exuding a suffocating power of the gods.

These eight god kings, just by appearing, will set off a bloody storm in the great domain, and the appearance of the eight tribes at the same time is simply a catastrophe in the world.

However, now, in order to surpass Ling Yun and suppress the new Buddha intention condensed by Ling Yun, all the eight tribes have been dispatched.

Even the Turtle God, who was a demon venerable, couldn't help but be terrified when he saw the cold and tall figure of the Eight Dao slowly walking towards him, and the body inside the entire turtle shell was trembling, such a powerful and terrifying opponent was the first time it had encountered it in a million years.

Chen Goushun's rickety body was already coveted, and he barely had the courage to compete with these eight killing gods.

The Eight Tribes were not in a hurry to attack, but simply moved forward slowly, and each God King exuded a powerful battle intent and murderous aura.

Ling Yun, at this moment, has almost reached the end of the crossbow. With the help of the power of the sixty-four Arhats, he could barely suppress the forty-four Vajra Heavenly Kings, but in the face of the imminent attack of the Eight Tribes, he also felt deeply helpless.

It's almost a dead end!

How to break?

Ling Yun continued to recite the Buddhist scriptures persistently, with the help of the power of the life essence of the turtle god and Chen Goushun. Urging the Heavenly Gate and the Fourteen Mountains has completely reached the limit of what he can support, and it is no longer possible for him to urge the phantom of the Immortal Emperor, is it ...... Do you really want to use the last hole card?

As for the figure of the green dragon hidden in the ninety-nine mountains, Ling Yun has not been able to really establish a way of communication with it until now, and he only knows that the green dragon will not appear unless it is really on the line of life and death. However, can it really resist the attack of the Eight Divisions, which represents the strongest force value?

Although the Immortal Emperor and the Demon Emperor are powerful, that is only for their realm and the width of their enlightenment, but in terms of strong combat power and force value, they cannot be compared with the combination of the eight tribes!

Right now, Ling Yun can't have more means at his disposal!

His mental power is also overloaded, and in the future, he can no longer reverse time and space. This is really to the point of exhaustion.

"Tonight, I heard the pipa language. If you listen to Xianle's ears, it is temporary. Mo Ci even sat down and played a song, and translated the pipa line for you. ”

"The upper and lower yellow springs are gone, and the two places are gone. Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. ”

......

"Wow Kick ......"

In the turtle god, Chen Goushun looked depressed and fell into deep fear and despair. When Ling Yun's firm and persistent unwilling will was also a little shaken, a sound of pipa like a rushing water began to echo throughout the hall, and at that time, the rapid and sometimes slow pipa notes touched people's heartstrings, and a sad song that wanted to cry also came into the ears of the three.

With the sound of the pipa, it was imminent. Another piece of sad and sad piano music permeated, which made people's emotions fall to the bottom.

Even the turtle god who is the old god is there, at this moment, it seems that he is old again, and Chen Goushun even shed two lines of old tears......

Ling Yun Zhen looked at the graceful figure in the void, it was the Qin Demon Demon King.

Her clothes are elegant, the water show is flying, like flying into the sky, still holding the pipa, suspended in the void, and the sad pipa sound is she playing.

At this time, the god of fighting, Asura, appeared.

The entire hall was shrouded in the powerful artistic conception of Asura, and in an instant, the original golden light of the hall turned into a dark Shura field, and the ground was filled with countless corpses separated from each other, and the corpses were all over the field, and from time to time from the depths of the Shura ground, there were painful moans.

"Asura Path ......"

Ling Yun looked at the incomparably familiar picture and muttered to himself, but at the same time, a memory in his consciousness was awakened at this moment.

Staring at the Asura, the Asura also stared at Ling Yun with cold eyes.

At this moment, it seems that there is nothing else around them, but only the world of the two, and the two stand on top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of corpses, forming two powerful "potentials" and confronting each other.

Lingyun's "potential" comes from the struggle, from the unwillingness in his heart!

And Asura's "potential" is the strongest fighting spirit, full of the most boundless domineering, that is the artistic conception of the fighting god!

This artistic conception gave Ling Yun a powerful oppression, almost making him willing to bow down!

However, in the end, Ling Yun still relied on his strong spiritual strength to survive, and his fighting spirit was high!

The Asura in front of him was not the Asura that Ling Yun saw when he was fighting Dao Soul at the ruins of the Immortal Dynasty.

This asura's demeanor is obviously much richer and more handsome, as if he is a god, but the asura that Ling Yun faced before is like a hell reaper, just a killing god.

Looking at the asura, Ling Yun was not afraid at all, and under the shroud of the asura fighting god's artistic conception, it stimulated his strong fighting spirit.

"Come, show your strongest killing move! This god has felt your Shura Dao intent, and you are also Asura!"

This is a world with only two figures, the Shura battlefield, where there is only killing, only death, and no compromise.

Ling Yun showed a shocked expression, he didn't expect that this Asura would actually speak!

Shouldn't it be manipulated by that powerful Buddha will?

What's going on?

After the Asura spoken, in the entire Fighting God Artistic Conception, a blood-red cloud began to surge in the void, and a powerful killing intent from that Asura was the source of the blood-colored cloud, Asura was wearing black armor, his expression was cold, and his form was majestic.

It had no weapons in its hands, but it felt like a sword, a knife, a spear would pierce its chest at any moment.

For the first time, he felt that his spiritual power was so weak, in front of this Asura God, he seemed to have seen that he was stuck by the Asura by the neck and held up in the air.

"Asura Dao...... Asura ......"

Ling Yun is unwilling, unyielding, although the other side may be a supreme god-like existence, he is just an ant, but he is unwilling to give in!

If you want to fight, let's fight!!

The powerful battle intent awakened a sleeping memory and soul in his soul!

That was the Dao intent condensed in the killing battlefield!

"Shura !! everything"

Finally, Ling Yun burst out with the strongest emperor technique that had been hidden, and the whole person jumped into the air, turning into the image of an asura, his eyes were red, and his body was shrouded in a layer of blood mist, blasting out the most powerful slash.

Rumble!

Ling Yun's entire body turned into a blood mist churning, and the giant blade of flames fell from the sky and slashed down towards the body of the Asura, and the entire Shura Field seemed to start to shake after feeling the bombardment of this strongest force.

The corpse mountain and sea of blood on the ground withstood this terrifying slash and directly disappeared, leaving only the tall figure of the Asura still standing.

And when this powerful shock wave calmed down, Ling Yun saw that Asura's cold figure still existed, and his slash was like hitting cotton, and there seemed to be a layer of aura on Asura's body, which was that layer of aura, and he dissolved this powerful slash.

"Not strong enough!

Asura said coldly.

Seeing Asura's expressionless face and hearing Asura's voice without any emotion, at this moment, Ling Yun felt that his brain was blank.

His strongest emperor technique was almost full of strength, and he couldn't shake the essence of the Asura in front of him in the slightest.

And after Aishura's words fell, he saw that the blood mist in the void instantly condensed into a huge blood-colored figure, and in an instant, the figure blasted a huge fist towards Ling Yun.

It is a devastating force, not only the destruction of the body, but the complete wear and tear of the soul.

This punch directly blasted Ling Yun into the endless void, and in an instant, Ling Yun lost all his will. (To be continued.) )