"Great Compassion Donor, you won't forget the poor monk, right?"

When the Great Compassion Demon Lord grabbed the fragment of the scattered gourd into his hand, the golden Buddha light shone up, and the young monk clasped his hands together and smiled, "This thing is related to the poor monk, and please ask the Great Compassion donor to cut his love." ”

"Huh, you monk has some skills. ”

The Great Compassion Demon Lord turned his head to look at the young monk, the expression on his face was a little surprised, "My Great Compassion Mantra can't actually move your Zen heart?" Monk, who are you?"

"Amitabha, poor monk golden cicada!"

The handsome monk with red lips and white teeth saluted the Great Compassion Demon Monarch with a smile on his face, "Demon Monarch, this thing is related to the poor monk, and I ask the Demon Monarch to give me charity!"

"Golden cicada?"

Hearing this name, the Great Compassion Demon Monarch frowned, "In the Central World, if you come to the great disciple of the Buddha, the golden cicada?"

"The cheap name is not enough to worry about, and the little monk is the golden cicada. ”

The golden cicada is still smiling, unhurried, and light-hearted.

"Even if you are a saint's disciple, if you want to let this seat be captured, it is also delusional. ”

The Great Compassion Demon Lord burst into a shout, and the jade flute in his hand burst out with a terrible flute sound, as if all beings were crying, as if heaven and earth were in the same sorrow.

tried his best to cast the Great Compassion Curse, but the Great Compassion Demon Lord did not love to fight, but ...... Turn around and run.

No matter how confident the Great Compassion Demon Lord is, he doesn't have the confidence to do it over the big disciple Jin Chanzi under the Rulai seat. This is the legend of the saint, one of the biggest backers in the desolate world, and one of the hardest characters in the background.

The Great Compassion Demon Lord is a disciple of the Styx Ancestor, and compared to ordinary monks, the background is indeed very hard. But compared to the saints, it's nothing.

Don't run...... Waiting to be arrested and suppressed for thousands of years, eating fasting and reciting Buddha every day?

"Amitabha, why is the donor obsessed?"

The Great Compassion Demon Lord turned around and ran, only to find ...... The golden cicada suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Enlighten your grandma!"

The Great Compassion Demon Lord roared angrily, and the jade flute in his hand waved his hand and smashed it down.

"Boom!"

"Self-destruction", this is the legend of the River Styx. The Great Compassion Demon Lord seems to have a deep meaning, this trick self-detonating magic weapon, whether it is timing or decision, is very in the style of the Styx Ancestor.

"Boom!"

There was a shocking explosion, and the Great Compassion Demon Lord blew up the jade flute magic weapon.

And then...... Don't look back, turn around and run!

"Donor, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and it is the shore!"

As soon as he ran out of a section, the golden cicada shining all over his body appeared in front of him again, as if he had just exploded his magic weapon, which had no effect on the golden cicada at all.

"Damn it!"

If the Buddha passed on his disciples, he was really strong.

The Great Compassion Demon Lord suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, and said in his heart: "I'm afraid I can't bring back this fragment of the scattered gourd!"

Even if I can't get it, I can't make you feel better!

Thinking of this, the Great Compassion Demon Lord gritted his teeth and raised his head to the sky and roared: "Red Cloud Relic Treasure, the Ninety-Nine Scattered Gourd Fragments are born!"

The mighty sound spread all over the four fields, and the sound was heard in the sky.

"Red Cloud Relic?"

"Scattered gourd fragments?"

"What a peerless opportunity!"

After this roar, everyone near the Two Realms Pass heard the news. Combined with the previous rumors, the birth of the treasure is indeed true!

One after another, the light rose to the sky and rushed up with a roar.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Seeing such a scene, the golden cicada showed a bitter face, pronounced the Buddha's name, and sighed.

"Hehe, even if you can't get it, don't think about it!"

The Great Compassion Demon Lord smiled fiercely, grabbed the fragment of the scattered gourd, and smashed it fiercely at the light that rushed up from behind, "The fragment of the scattered gourd is here!"

"Huh?

"My! my!"

When the Great Compassion Demon Lord smashed the fragments of the scattered gourd into the crowd, the crowd suddenly became chaotic.

Fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting in a mess.

"Amitabha!"

With compassion on his face, the golden cicada stepped out and stepped into the place where everyone was fighting, and the mighty Buddha light rippled out.

Like golden waves of water, the mighty Buddha light rushed out, enveloping all the monks around. Every monk was shrouded in a golden curtain of light.

This is the "Vajra Talisman Mantra". It's not an attack spell, but a great blessing spell.

However, after this "Vajra Talisman Mantra" is blessed, it cannot be moved.

With a scroll of golden light, the thousands of monks, one by one, like statues made of gold, were fixed in the air.

"Amitabha, poor monks are not good at fighting, please forgive me. ”

The golden cicada smiled all over his face, stretched out his hand and grabbed the fragment of the scattered gourd in his hand, "This thing is related to the poor monk, and the poor monk is ashamed!"

"Damn it!"

"Thief bald!"

"Bastard!"

A group of loose cultivators who were imprisoned jumped to their feet in anger one by one and scolded loudly.

The golden cicada smiled all over her face and turned a deaf ear.

"It's fate with you, thief bald, get out of Lao Tzu!"

Suddenly, an earth-shattering explosion sounded, and the demonic anger soared to the sky.

A majestic demonic aura, like the Pillar of Optimus, soared into the sky. The vastness of the breath is overwhelming.

The wind howled, the wind surged, the lightning thundered.

Between the roar of heaven and earth, a huge figure appeared in mid-air.

It was a huge black bull.

"Bull Demon King ......"

Seeing this figure, a terrifying scream rang out all around.

Jilei Mountain, the Bull Demon King, is famous and powerful.

The appearance of this peerless demon made the monks near the Two Realms Pass pale with fright and trembled.

"That fool of the wild bull, did you die at the hands of this thing? Red Cloud Relic Treasure Scattered Gourd Fragment Fragment is good! It's mine!"

The demon wind was howling, and the huge black bull turned into a big black man with two horns, and a dodge appeared in front of the golden cicada.

"Golden cicada?"

A pair of red bull's eyes stared at the golden cicada, with a rough breath in his nostrils, and the Bull Demon King grinned, "I heard that you guy, you can't beat people, you can only be beaten, and you claim to be unable to die?"

A mixed iron rod like a giant pillar appeared in his hand, picked it up high, and smashed it down at the golden cicada.

"Amitabha!"

The golden cicada shook his head helplessly, folded his hands, and proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the Buddha light intertwined in the sky, turning into a golden lotus, and firmly protecting the golden cicada.

"Bang!"

With a bang, the mixed iron rod of the Bull Demon King smashed heavily on the Buddha's light golden lotus manifested by the golden cicada, and there was a loud bang.

Under one blow, the golden cicada was like a ping-pong ball, and was knocked out by the Bull Demon King with a stick.

However...... The golden cicada in the golden light suddenly escaped unscathed.

"It's really durable!"

The Bull Demon King grinned, spat at the palm of his hand, grabbed the mixed iron rod, picked it up high, and smashed it with another stick.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Like "whack-a-mole", the Bull Demon King picked up the stick and smashed it violently, smashing the earth, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains, and smashing the golden cicadas everywhere.

Pity...... Still can't move.

"Yes, there's been a lot of movement. It's time for Poor Dao to play!"

In the Two Realms Pass, a figure wearing a green robe and covered in green clouds stepped out of the gate.