Chapter 201: Heavenly Might, Purifying Demon Spirits

On the light shield in front of Daodong Zihua's body, a giant fist with black qi was resisting, although it came with terrifying power, but after hitting the light shield, it could not advance the slightest.

The broken cage has no silver luster flickering, only endless black gas is surging, the blood-red eyes of the spirit in the cage are solemn, looking at the Daodong purple painting, I didn't expect to look so young, but it has a weight that I can't weigh now.

Daodong Purple Painting condenses a terrifying killing intent, this killing intent is particularly strong for the demon spirit, it is an education since childhood, and it is almost a natural enemy-like hostility and killing intent.

If there was a needle piercing behind the caged demon spirit, the huge body was hidden in the black qi of the cage, and it was still slightly chilling.

There is no way, the tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, and the demon spirit in the cage is now a lost dog, how much cultivation is still in the broken body?

Jie Zhen, who was watching the battle from a distance, looked at the Daodong purple painting like the protagonist of heaven and earth, showing an infinite romantic posture, easily blocking the attack of the demon spirit in the cage, and had some thoughts in his heart, and he was in a dilemma.

Then, a hilarious scene happened.

Jieji flew to the Stygian Moon Mountain with Mu Xue, and stopped at a distance of about ten zhang, which was just the distance that Jiechen could transmit sound and make Daodong Zihua hear.

Jie Zhen said to Daodong Zihua: "This big brother, I will take people to a safe place to settle down first, and once it is settled, I will definitely come back to help you immediately, what do you think?"

Daodong Zihua, who was full of murderous intent, was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Jie Zhen without putting the demon spirit in the cage in his eyes, naturally he heard Jie Zhen's words, smiled helplessly, did not speak, waved his hand, and agreed with Jie Zhen's words.

"These two people should be the disciples of the Moye Academy who are trapped in the Stygian Moon Mountain, so it's good to be fine. "Daodong Zihua didn't think about whether Jieji would come back at all, even if the young man didn't go back after saying such an interesting few words, Daodong Zihua wouldn't mind.

Next, it's about him and the caged demon.

Even if it is a broken body, there is not much power left, but Daodong Zihua knows that the demon that can be suppressed with a cage of extraordinary rank cannot be underestimated.

Although those two punches were easily taken by himself, they were just a means of weighing the demon spirit in the cage, but the weight of the weight was so large that the demon spirit in the cage might not be able to "catch" it.

As the demon spirit in the cage once again wielded its might, the huge cage was so big that it became a mountain under the dust of the years, and it was completely destroyed. Although the traces of the lines were dim, they dissipated directly at this moment, and the huge iron rod like Optimus Prime broke and broke into several sections, each of which was larger than a house, falling to the ground and shaking the dust, falling into the river and blowing up several zhang of water waves.

"My name is Na Mo Ling, I am one of the thirteen scholars under the seat of Lord Na Mo Zu, and today I may have been taken advantage of, the conspirators of your universe are no less than my homeland, and some of the conspirators I have seen can be called scheming.

However, you can't connect in a line, and you like to fight in the nest, which made our clan break the boundary like a bamboo. Anyway, your conspirators like to calculate, not for the common people but for themselves, I must only die if I am reborn today, but it is worth killing you. "The spirit of the horse said the words of his clan, and the purple painting of Daodong couldn't hear it in his ears.

The cage was broken, the traces of the lines on the iron rods dissipated, and the iron rods were broken into several pieces, and the black qi that shrouded the Motorist Spirit also dispersed a lot in that shock, revealing the true body of the Motorist Spirit.

The size of the mountain is more than 50 zhang, there are black horns on the head, the eyes are blood-red, some parts of the body are withered and old like tree bark, and some places seem to be newborn, red and tender like baby skin.

The hand of the Mobi Spirit on the purple light shield has already been withdrawn, and at this moment, the hands are sealed, and the Indian style is extremely strange, and the Mobi Spirit communicates with the Great Dao in the underworld with the secret technique of the race, and after a few breaths, Daodong Zihua feels a strange aura of the Great Dao permeating this world, so strange that it does not seem to belong to this universe at all.

Daodong Zihua's eyes were solemn, and he didn't give the Mo Spirit a chance, and attracted the eight cross swords towards it.

"Don't be so nervous, the broken body will attract the power of the 'True Path', and I will be able to perform three attacks at most, and after three blows, I will not have the slightest strength to fight again. Young man, take it. "The spirit still speaks a language that Daodong Zihua doesn't understand.

The big hand of the normal skin of the Mo Ling was raised, attracting a large black mist in the sky, and the claws on the top of the other withered hand grabbed the palm of the hand, and it was actually to abandon that hand and use it to imprison the eight sword rays of the Daodong Purple Painting, so that it would lose such a boost.

A small enchantment was formed in the hand of the withered old man, and the eight cross swords were contained in his hand, imprisoning them, and letting the eight swords be extremely sharp, the withered old hand was constantly pierced, and he was still imprisoned by death.

The sharp pain in his hand was nothing to the Maharaja, and the endless loneliness of ten thousand years had passed, and there was nothing more painful than loneliness.

If there is, then there is.

The black qi in the sky that the other hand of the Mahari Spirit had fallen, like a black river pouring down from the nine heavens, turning into a huge waterfall, and at the same time, this side of the heaven and earth returned to the light of light.

"Detention Sea. "The spirit of Namo drew a finger to the purple of the east of the Dao, and the black qi waterfall rushed along the path of the void, and in the black qi, countless black hands stretched out, and each black hand had a soul chain, and the two were actually connected together, and the chains stretched out from the black palm, and countless chains stirred with each other, making a loud sound like the sound of the waves.

"It's so small, it's really a little shabby, I think that when the Detention Spirit Sea came out, it was mighty, like a void storm coming, and hundreds of miles of land were covered. "Maybe it's been too long since I spoke, and the spirit who broke the seal is talking nonsense.

The really small Detention Spirit Sea surged in, and the black hands in the black sea shook the Detention Spirit Chain, and the Detention Spirit Sea did not directly submerge the Daodong Purple Painting, but surrounded it.

In the sea of detained spirits, the purple painting of Daodong is located in the center, and every direction you can see is a surge of black gas, and the black hand grasps the chain of detention that stretches out from the palm of the hand, constantly shaking, and the sound of agitation is endless, this is also a means of attack, and the sound of the chain of detention has a soul-shaking effect, which will make the listener appear more and more serious with the length of time he listens.

However, the purple light on Daodong's purple painting body, such as the protective divine light, could not affect it even if the sound of the Zhenling chain echoed.

Then, it may be that those black hands who finally got rid of the sore hands threw the spirit chains in their hands towards the Daodong Purple Painting, and countless Detention Chains came out together, and the Daodong Purple Painting caused the source force to shock out of the body, wave after wave, turning into a purple light shield to resist the spirit chain.

After the spirit chains hit the purple light shield, they directly entered it, but they couldn't penetrate it, but in fact, it was Daodong Zihua's control of the source power that was almost superb, and the purple light shield pulled all the spirit chains that came over.

In the purple light shield, the purple light on the body shines like a god's Daodong purple painting, which conveys the inheritance source power unique to the family and needs to be condensed in the body, the purple path dragon qi, into the purple light shield.

Suddenly, dense cracks appeared on the purple light shield, and then the shield exploded, and endless purple path dragon qi slammed outward, accompanied by the sound of the shattering of the spirit chains, and in the end, there was nothing left.

And in the eyes of the Mo Ling, he saw that the black mist that had fallen from the sky to the ground enveloped Daodong Zihua, although he didn't expect to be able to kill the young man in black with this, but at least he wanted to exchange it for an injury on Daodong Zihua's body.

I saw that the black mist was pierced by huge purple mangs one after another, and at this time, it was not ten breaths before the black mist enveloped the Daodong Purple Painting, and then the black mist was exploded, and there was not a trace of black gas left, and it was all wiped out in the void by the purple dragon qi.

The Daodong purple painting not far in front of the Mo Ling was still shining with the purple light, unscathed.

At this moment, the power of Daodong Purple Painting has reached a peak, and the purple dragon on his body swims, and even his hair floats slightly, each emitting purple light.

"Being young and strong is a scourge. "The blood-red eyes of the Mo Ling were cold, and he was desperate to burn his soul and cast a taboo.

An icy aura suddenly permeated between him and Daodong's purple paintings, and the breath carried an unpleasant smell similar to burning.

The pain is certain, the face of the Maha Spirit is hideous, and a huge illusory Dharma Appearance manifests out, standing in this piece of heaven and earth, hundreds of zhang in size, with the current Maha Spirit, even if it is a burning soul, the manifestation of the Dharma Aspect is nothing more than that, and there is no way to condense.

However, the illusory law is still majestic, and the heavens and the earth seem to not allow it to appear, and the wind and clouds are changing, and there is actually a thunder explosion, which is extremely violent.

The huge illusory law phase is almost the same as that of the demon spirit, stepping on the ground, bringing a big vibration, and in one step, it is close to the Daodong purple painting, and the huge law phase is hanging down with a faint blue mist, as if it is a phantom spirit that has been summoned from the nine shadows.

The Dharma Statue followed the Dharma-Bit Spirit, and the latter's hands grabbed before his chest, and the same was true of the Huge Dharma-Image, where the Maha Spirit's hands were together, but where the Dharma-Spirit's hands were together, it was the Daodong Purple Painting.

Outside of Faxiang's huge hands, the endless blue mist fell, like a chain of sealed gods, imprisoning the space on both sides, so that even if Daodong Zihua wanted to hide, he could only retreat backwards, but that would not be safe, Faxiang would put his hands together and push forward.

However, Daodong Zihua did not intend to hide, the source power that already contained the secret power of life and death was vented from the body, and the painting scroll behind him revolved around it like a swimming dragon, as if it was extremely excited, it was the urge to see the favorite food.

"Go, let's go. The two words came out of the mouth of the Daodong Purple Painting, sonorous and powerful, with killing intent, and the purple qi scroll that rotated around it seemed to be the subordinate of the leader, leaving the Daodong Purple Painting, stretching out behind it, and increasing little by little, this picture scroll was surrounded by purple dragons and passed through, but the content of the scroll was a purple light, as if a spell was cast on it, and it could not be detected casually.

The spirit looked at the content of the scroll with the eyes of the law, but he couldn't see it really, and could only vaguely see that the purple qi in it was extremely rich, and the purple qi seemed to be a vast purple ocean.

The purple qi scroll grew to its normal size, eight zhang long and three zhang wide, and constantly spewed purple qi outward, and then inhaled those purple qi into the scroll in circulation.

Where the purple qi scroll was suspended in the air, the hands of the huge Dharma Statue possessed by the Maha Spirit were blocked, and they could not continue to approach each other.

However, above and below the Daodong Purple Painting, a large amount of black gas gathered, and the black gas swirled, going up and down, turning into a storm and impacting the Daodong Purple Painting.

"The spirit of ruin, how can he be murderous, and be banned. Daodong Zihua reached into the purple qi scroll behind him, and drew two drops of purple liquid from it.

The two drops of liquid are purple and clear, and no purple light emittes, but there are thunder and lightning beatings around them, which can be regarded as calm.

But when Daodong Purple Painting hit two drops of purple liquid up and down, the purple liquid stopped at a distance of three zhang from it, when the storm formed by the black gas came to the impact, the purple liquid seemed to have a spirit, and felt the black gas storm, and suddenly the tyrannical nature of the thunder and lightning was exposed, and a small drop of liquid, some thunder and lightning emitted, blocked the black gas storm.

Thunder and lightning have the innate power to eliminate all the qi in the world, and the black gas storm is like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth, and it is completely eliminated by the few thunderbolts.

"Now I don't want to seal you into the picture scroll, I just want to eliminate you in this world for the sake of the Eight Realms Heavens. Daodong Zi's picture is expressionless, almost ruthless at this moment, and the killing intent is pervasive.

The spirit burned its soul and squeezed the potential of the realm in its body, and at this moment it was also exhausted, and it couldn't even complete what he said earlier about being able to perform three attacks.

"Weak, powerless, not a single bit. "The spirit of the Mahari couldn't even blur his vision.

But Daodong Zihua didn't intend to let him go, because before that, the ancestors of this realm had also begged Na Ma Ling to let him go, however...... The corpses are still piled up, and the blood is still flowing like a river.

The two drops of purple liquid were attracted by Daodong Zihua's hand, snapped out of their fingers, and turned into two streamers, the streamers became bigger and bigger, huge and incomparable, and the Mo Ling watched with his eyes, powerless to resist, like a dead dog.

After those two drops of purple liquid entered the Dharma Phase, they exploded directly, and the endless purple thunder and lightning were surging, tyrannical and crazy, and the Dharma Aspect quickly disintegrated at a speed visible to the flesh.

The body of Daodong Purple Painting rushed out and rushed towards the Dharma Phase, but the Dharma Aspect had been disintegrated by the thunder and lightning, and Daodong Purple Painting flew over and did not stop, attracting the purple thunder and lightning that filled the space to accompany it, heading towards the Maha Spirit.

This is the power of panic, the purple thunder and lightning are extremely tyrannical, and they want to wear everything down.

Daodong Purple Painting stepped on the air and slammed on, and suddenly fell above the Mo Bit Spirit, and that foot stepped on the space, causing a shock, and it was at this moment that Daodong Purple Painting showed its true strength and hit a real blow.

The space shook, Daodong Zihua bent down and slapped down, the purple thunder and lightning rushed down like a heavenly river, mighty and mighty, and wiped out everything, and the huge body of the Mo Ling was wiped out under the impact of the purple thunder and lightning.

The entire earth collapsed under the impact of purple thunder and lightning, and cracks cracked outward from the Stygian Moon Mountain, and there were still thunder and lightning purple rays that did not disappear in the cracks.

The spirit of the Maha was gone.

Daodong Zihua stood in the air, the purple light on his body slowly dimmed, and muttered, "It's cheap for you." ”

The purple qi painting scroll slowly shrunk, slowly retracted itself, and flew behind Daodong Purple Painting.