The battle situation has fallen into a stalemate, the black dragon has been defeated, and it stands to reason that the demon army has fallen into a slight disadvantage, but the words of the Dapeng bird have pulled the situation to a strange and inexplicable situation. Yang Jian wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, the golden light flashed on his body, and he put on the golden armor again, the red robe fluttered behind him, he untied the strap of his hair, and let the hair scatter, as black as ink.

"Too much crap, next." Yang Jian had no weapons, only his empty hands were left, and his fists were clenched, even so, the majestic figure still stood in the sun, becoming the brightest guide in the heavenly court.

"Yang Erlang, you are too conceited. Do you really think that no one can cure you? "In the depths of the demon army, there was a melodious bell, and an old man in a robe walked out, his beard and hair were all white, his body was dry, his eyes were deep-set, and his two white eyes revealed a trace of weirdness.

Looking at this old man, Yang Jian closed his heavenly eyes, "Buddha ghost!" You used to be an immortal, and you were a proud protégé under the command of Rulai, but you were contaminated with evil spirits, degenerated into demons, and was killed by Rulai. Don't give up yet. If it weren't for the great kindness that came back then, would you still be standing here now? ”

The Buddha ghost pinched the rosary and said silently: "In this world, where there is any great good, only the strong can be true. It would be foolish to let me go. Today is the time for him to reap the consequences! Tathagata! Don't hide anymore, if you don't come out again, I'm going to turn these so-called heavenly soldiers into my ghost servants. ”

Heavenly Court, a great sun rises, and the real sun is a little less scorching, but a little more domineering and majestic. That's the Buddha, the real Buddha, the great day. He's going to fight. Zhang Yue hesitated for a while, and walked out under the somewhat surprised eyes of everyone in the Mirror Division, his movements were very light, but the heavenly soldiers and demon soldiers could see it very clearly, and Rulai's movements stopped.

Zhang Yue scratched her head, sensing everyone's gaze, thinking that it would be better to retreat. He was now in the sky, stepped on his feet, and finally walked forward, "I'm sorry, Heaven is kind to me, I always feel sorry for people if I don't do something." So I'll fight you. ”

"You! Who are you? The Buddha ghost shouted coldly, and a bell rang between heaven and earth, hurried, heavy, like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashing into everyone's minds. Seeing this, Rulai was about to make a move, but Zhang Yue's voice came from his mind, "Don't panic, it's not a big problem." "When the words fell, the bell had dissipated,

Zhang Yue paced in the sky, very leisurely, eight hexagrams behind him were arranged, forming a perfect circle, the yin and yang fish slowly rotated in the middle, the yin and yang were harmonized, endless, and the periphery, a circle of golden light, looming. If you look at the golden light, for some reason, it feels a little familiar.

"Young man, this is not a battlefield for young people. Don't come out and be a hero with a little strength. If you are here, what are you waiting for, do you really think that a milky person can fight me? The Buddha ghost continued to shout, not taking Zhang Yue in his eyes at all. Zhang Yue was a little helpless, he felt that he was already pretending to be forced, why couldn't he still attract attention? Do you really look so pure and good as a bully?

Zhang Yue sighed, walked directly to Yang Jian's side, faced the Buddha and ghosts, and slowly opened her black and white pupils, one black and one white, black with white, black with white, the two colors with the greatest contrast, but they were so natural in his eyes. It's like the yin and yang behind it.

"You're called a Buddha, aren't you? Guess what my name is? Zhang Yue said with a smile.

"Who the hell are you?" The Buddha ghost said coldly.

"I ...... I'm a ghost fairy, an immortal who specializes in slaying ghosts! Zhang Yue's hands were stretched, his palms were spread out, and the black and white air currents floated out between the two palms, slowly condensing into two long knives, and the yin and yang gossip diagram converged, blending into Zhang Yue's body, turning into a pair of black and white battle armor. It was the black and white armor that Lao Zhuang made for him, full of elements of modern technology, and in the eyes of the immortals, it was completely different.

The Buddha and the ghost pull the rosary, one by one the beads float out, each independent of each other, and interconnected, forming a wonderful whole, colliding with each other, there are all kinds of sounds spread, spreading in the sky, like a circle of invisible ripples, and in the center of the ripples, is Zhang Yue. The sound waves are formless and formless, but they are real, echoing in the ears, breaking into the spiritual world and turning into the heavens and the earth.

The little doll sat in the black and white pool, the black and white double dragon circled beside him, a round of the big sun was grabbed by him, kneaded into a collar around his neck, majestic, alone in the face of the uninvited guest who broke in, clinging to the tranquility of Zhang Yue's spiritual world, no matter how the Vientiane impacted, there was no effect.

Zhang Yue smiled at the corner of her lips, slowly raised the black knife, shook her hand and drew a few knife marks, a black rose bloomed at the tip of the knife, growing rapidly from the ripples, and every petal bloomed, a strange beast jumped out, yin and strong, as if coming from hell, rushing towards the Buddha and ghosts.

Zhang Yue also rushed out with these strange beasts, the white knife drew a brilliant tail of light on his side, and countless points of light sprinkled, like dandelion tidbits, floating in the sky, a wave of warmth rose from the body of the heavenly soldier, and the influence of the Buddha ghost sound wave that he had received before was dispelled, and even the injuries he suffered during the battle were better.

"Stinky boy, dare to look down on me!" The Buddha and ghost roared, his hands were folded, and the beads were arranged in a curved straight line, turning into countless chains, stabbing from all directions between heaven and earth, instantly trapping and locking those strange beasts, and at the same time entwined Zhang Yue. Zhang Yue didn't avoid it, the wind and fire roared under his feet, and he hit it directly, and before the chain could get close, it was swept away by an inexplicable force.

A roar sounded in the ears of the Buddha ghost, heavy as a mountain, and it could not be pushed down, let alone trapped. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yue had already come to the Buddha and ghost, the white knife slashed down, causing thunder, only to hear a burst of thunder in the clear sky, which stunned a large number of demon troops, but made the heavenly soldiers boil instantly.

"This person is so strong, while fighting with the Buddha and ghosts, he still has the strength to bless the heavenly soldiers." Guanyin was amazed again and again, and in her heart, she had unconsciously put Zhang Yue on the same high status as Rulai. For her thoughts, if he saw it very sincerely, he didn't feel that it was inappropriate, if it was just about soul power, he was not even as good as Zhang Yue, although he had other ways to suppress him.

The Buddha gritted his teeth, held a bead, and a wisp of gray gas hit the bead, and the whole person turned into a cloud of mist and dispersed. Zhang Yue was not in a hurry, turned around and the black knife fell, only to hear a sound, and the disappearing figure of the Buddha and ghost appeared under the blade, and the bead had a shallow crack. He looked at Zhang Yue's black and white pupils, and for no reason a trace of fear rose in his heart, and he had the illusion that he had been seen through. If he only didn't have an illusion, maybe his expression would be more exciting.

Zhang Yue stepped out, the flames burned his soul, causing his soul power to skyrocket instantly, and then his eyes froze, and the Buddha only felt that his body sank, and for a moment, he couldn't even move. Zhang Yue's knife fell again, and the bead automatically protected the master, rushed up, and blocked another knife. The Buddha ghost let go of his body and immediately retreated, only to find that the space around him had become like a swamp, and his body was stuck to the sky, and he struggled to move his body, looking like a wriggling worm. This time, the beads that wanted to protect the lord couldn't catch up, and Zhang Yue slashed it horizontally, and there was a faint flash of thunder.

The Buddha ghost only felt that his eyes lit up, his mind was buzzing, and when he came back to his senses, he already had an extra wound on his chest that was more than a foot long, and it was bubbling with gray gas. Before the Buddha ghost could react, the second knife slashed again, and the black knife body conjured up countless knife shadows, like ocean waves, layer after layer, smashing heavily on the Buddha ghost, more and more gray gas gushed out, the Buddha ghost snorted, and fell directly to the ground, the beads that were out of control quickly flew up, circled around, and held up a shield to block Zhang Yue's ubiquitous soul power.

Zhang Yue didn't intend to give the Buddha the slightest chance, he knew the control of a soul power master over the battle situation, so from the very beginning, he had a murderous intent, as soon as he stepped into the void, his speed skyrocketed, the white knife dissipated, and the white patterns on the armor all turned black,

The black knife became more and more solid, and even the clear knife lines on it could be seen. "Ghost Knife, ban!" Zhang Yue sighed in his heart, the blade slashed out, and the black light fell on the Buddha ghost without any obstruction, this time there was no ash gushing out, and the beads did not shatter, the light just passed through, and all the defenses of the Buddha and ghost were useless.

Yang Jian recognized this move at a glance, and the knife that made Nezha "die" instantly, what would be the effect of slashing at this Buddha ghost? Yang Jian was thinking about it in his heart, but in the next moment, he showed an expression like a ghost. The Buddha ghost that can make Nyorai feel tricky becomes illusory in the black light.

The corners of Zhang Yue's eyes began to bleed, and his armor also cracked, he held the knife with both hands, turned around and stabbed again. The Buddha ghost watched the black light descend, but there was nothing he could do, in his field of vision, the whole world was the black sword shadow, he had already fallen into hell, the place he was most familiar with, but the most terrifying. The Buddha and ghost shouted silently, stretched out his hand and grabbed it into the air, but he could only shake it weakly, and no one could save him.

Dapeng Bird's eyes froze, the golden wings behind him opened, and he was about to move, but Yang Jian stopped in front of him. Not only that, but the eyes of everyone in the mirror division also locked on him, and the heavy pressure made him make a judgment in an instant and retract his wings. Even the other few in the demon army didn't make a move.

Zhang Yue gritted his teeth, his soul power worked again, and a trace of black qi overflowed from the armor, at that moment, he seemed to be incarnated as a ghost, holding a ghost knife, and became a judge in hell.

The figure of the Buddha and the ghost completely dissipated, and the string of beads also turned into annihilation powder and was blown away by the wind, not knowing where it was going. Zhang Yue gasped slightly, holding the knife, standing in the sky, calmly looking at the demon army, the armor covered his face, no one saw his exhaustion, only he knew how much strength the three knives just now consumed him.