Lord Jing's hatred was monstrous, the ugly mask looked particularly hideous, the robe was bulging, the yin wind hunted, and the empty cuffs suddenly stretched out an almost transparent palm, and then slapped it with a palm.

This move is to do it with all your might.

Tan Mo also went all out.

In the unpredictable realm, if you are not careful, you will die.

But after a while, Tan Mo felt that something was wrong, Lord Jing was desperate, it seemed normal, but he always felt that Lord Jing was dragging something.

After realizing this, Tan Mo pulled the timeline with his heart, won the opportunity to be touched by lawlessness, and then blasted out with one palm!

In the void, a beautiful sound suddenly came out.

The figure of the Buddha suddenly stood up.

One after another, the sword qi was mixed with the curse, forming a sword curse that was not pure but more unique.

And when the three are one, the four fields and ten directions, instantly turn into nothingness.

The Jing Lord's body stiffened and collapsed directly.

But in the next moment, the figure of the Jing Lord reappeared in the extreme distance, gradually condensing and taking shape.

"I only killed part of you." Tan Mo was very stunned, lawlessly condensed what he had learned, he was still unable to kill the Jing Lord, which was worthy of being one of the deaths of the Great Black Heaven.

Although the strength is far inferior to the fourth stage of the unpredictable realm, it already has the characteristics of the fourth stage.

Lord Jing's ugly mask was still the same, but the robe on his body had been changed, it was a robe with a long collar with gold edges, but now it was a robe with red edges and wide sleeves.

"You want to kill this seat directly, it's hard!" Lord Jing said coldly, his figure suddenly rose, this is the magic power of the law heaven and earth.

Tan Mo also followed, and once again played lawlessness!

Once again, the Lord of Silence was destroyed.

But after changing into robes, the Lord of Tranquility came back to life.

After fighting half a pillar of incense, Tan Mo couldn't help but become anxious, he had already killed Lord Jing ten times, but Lord Jing only changed ten clothes.

"What is the death left by Wutian?" Tan Mo narrowed his eyes and kept moving.

Take the opportunity to play lawlessness again!

There is a timeline pull, and once this move is triggered, it is often the most powerful outburst.

However, this time it was still the same as the previous ten times, and the Jing Lord, who had changed his clothes, reappeared. The only difference from the previous ten times is that the previous ten times the Lord Jing wore men's clothes, but now it has become women's clothes.

Tan Mo looked at his scalp numb, this women's clothing boss consumed more energy than him!

It's endless!

"Nan Wu Amitabha, the little monk thinks that the donor must have some misunderstanding with the little monk, why don't we sit down, drink tea together, and talk slowly?" Tan Mo thought about it, and decided to stop the war for the time being, and then find a way to pull Zizun into the water.

Looking at Zizun's meaning at the time, it was clear that he was deliberately going to destroy the Jing Lord, so how could he keep standing on the side and watching?

"At this point, don't you think it's too late for you to say this again? It's just that what this seat didn't expect was that what you relied on was not the second realm of the Ten Thousand Transformation Demon Sutra that this seat had always feared, but your own cultivation strength! The Lord of Tranquility seemed to be amazed, and he couldn't help but say.

Then, he sneered: "But it's too late!" This seat fell into the calculation of Zizun's girl, why don't you? If I had known that you didn't take the Ten Thousand Transformation Demon Sutra in your eyes, this seat ......"

"You're still going to find a way to kill me, so in the end, it's still the same." Tan Mo interrupted loudly, what Lord Jing said was certainly a very likely guess, but what he said was also a very likely guess.

He always thought that Lord Jing wanted to kill him because he killed the King of Ominous, but at this time, listening to Lord Jing's words, he suddenly realized that it was actually because of the Ten Thousand Demon Sutra!

The strength of his master, Da Mo Monk, is very strong, but Tan Mo doesn't think that killing his master will require the three of them to join forces in the past. So there is only one possibility - to die in fear of the Ten Thousand Demon Sutra!

Then everything makes sense!

It seems that this Ten Thousand Demon Sutra still has secrets that he doesn't know!

Tan Mo's thoughts turned, and he pondered how to kill Lord Jing.

After Lord Jing heard Tan Mo's words, he fell into silence for a moment, and after a while, he laughed and said in a cold voice: "Then you still said that you want to drink tea with this seat?" ”

"The little monk talks casually, don't take the donor seriously." Tan Mo clasped his hands together, and he said with a wooden face.

Lord of Tranquility: "......"

The next moment, the Jing Lord made a move with hatred!

Yin qi is like the sea, overwhelming, and has the potential to encroach on the sun and the moon.

Tan Mo used the Wanhua Demon Sutra this time.

The demon intent locked, which startled Lord Jing, but after losing a robe, it also made Lord Jing sure that Tan Mo had not cultivated the Wanhua Demon Sutra into the second earth-shattering realm of weeping ghosts and gods.

The hatred for Zizun in the heart of the Jing Lord suddenly deepened!

If Zizun hadn't stopped him at the beginning, how could this little monk be his opponent when he failed to become enlightened?

He doesn't have to be forced to take that step!

Lord Jing glanced at Tan Mo, and suddenly turned to leave.

His time was running out.

Tan Mo guessed correctly.

He was indeed stalling for time, and after dying a dozen times, he finally delayed the opening of the thing.

And this step is not enough, he needs to sacrifice himself.

If he succeeds, he will be reborn, even if it costs him even greater—he will no longer be immortal!

Seeing that Lord Jing wanted to escape, Tan Mo hurriedly chased after him.

Letting Lord Jing leave successfully today is tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountain.

The Jing Lord is dead, and he has his own strange method, coming and going without a shadow, Tan Mo Shenzu chased after him, and then broke into the underworld together.

Bang.

The yin qi pervading the underworld clashed with Tan Mo's Buddha power, stirring up many waves, and it seemed that the Buddha's light was shining in an instant. The yin qi avoided everywhere, and the ghosts affected by the Buddha Li suddenly wailed.

This is the purest Buddha power of the World-Honored Buddha!

Tan Mo looked around, but he didn't see the figure of Lord Jing.

However, he soon sensed the whereabouts of Lord Jing, who was standing on a strange altar at this time, not knowing what he was doing.

Tan Mo was about to go over, but found that several unpredictable yin people appeared in front of him.

They blocked his way.

Without waiting for these yin people to speak, he raised his hand and pressed it down.

Suddenly, several yin people who blocked the way were killed, regardless of men and women, and they were all wiped out.

Tan Mo immediately rushed towards the location of the Jing Lord, but suddenly felt that something had happened in the big black sky, and after a sound of chains, it was like something falling from the sky, and the whole world was shattered.

Even if he is in the underworld, he can hear it clearly!

Tan Mo's face changed slightly.

"Do you know why the golden peach will be held, and will make the King of Ominous give in to this? Do you know why there is a saying that blue eyes are the greatest horror of the Great Black Sky? Because the Golden Peach Club is the great horror of the world! And Blue-Eyed is the gatekeeper of the Golden Peach Society! Hahaha! Go quickly, as a Buddhist deity in this world, how can you not sacrifice yourself for others when you see the world falling? ”

The figure of Lord Jing reappeared, and at this time, the mask he wore on his face had been torn, and his strength was obviously greatly damaged. Under his mask, it was no longer a robe, but a burly body, and at this time his body was covered with wounds, and he looked very embarrassed.

Lord Jing's voice was very playful, full of sarcasm and mockery.

But as soon as his words fell, an unbelievable sound came out of his throat, the mask on his face was oozing blood, his body twitched slightly, and his breath was rapidly declining.

"Donor, why do you think that the little monk is the kind of person who will sacrifice himself?" These were the last words that Lord Jing heard before he died.