"Let it all begin. Thinking so, he lowered his hood and let his long silver hair flutter in the wind like a banner, and as the day began to lighten, he walked alone towards the center of the basin, and at the same time said a word to the headset:

"Wan Jian Xin, inform all the seniors that the great killer weapon of the Heavenly Evil Temple is about to appear, I'll wait...... You can only face it. ”

He knows that he has no way out, even if he can't beat the Crying Buddha, he must control it and occupy a slight advantage, once she can't occupy the advantage and is suppressed by the Crying Buddha, then his lover, his friends, his heritage, his faith, his world, and his future will all be written off. The battle he is about to face is not a life-and-death battle, but a cruel battle in which either Kufo dies, or he dies with the Crying Buddha, in short, the Crying Buddha must die.

He walked forward, and one rune after another slowly appeared in the air, water, fire, and light, except for the runes of the wind, but the power of the wind slowly gathered in his hands, so that it condensed.

He saw a man slowly emerging from the lowest point of the basin, a lonely man, a man in a yellow robe and hood, this person he did not know, and there was no need to know him.

The people who appear here at this time are friends or foes.

"You pulled. The man's appearance was hidden in the hood, and it was not easy to see, and Silver Dust was interested in identifying it. An incomparably powerful wind gathered in the magician's hand, and when the mage was still six feet away from the man, the mage stretched out his hand and flicked his sleeve in a dashing manner.

The wind spread, converging into a small spiral-shaped tornado around the man, the tornado was transparent, and the transparent wind blade cut the body of the yellow-robed man from all directions.

"Wrist Flash: Wind Cutting!"

"Break it!" the yellow-robed figure shouted as a vague figure of an animal appeared behind him, and then the ice exploded, almost turning the whole person into a ball of ice thorns, scattering the swirling wind. Yinchen didn't put down his hand, with a flick of his fingertips, a few more gusts of wind flew out, but instead of rushing directly towards the man, they converged on the top of his head, instantly turning into blue thunder.

"Rebel Mirror Lei Xiang!"

The electric current passed through the Xuan Bing, shattering the Xuan Ice Thorn Ball, and the arc of electricity on the yellow-robed man's body flickered, making him tremble several times: "You person, don't you claim to be righteous?

"Don't talk nonsense, where is the crying Buddha? If you don't move, your life will be gone. Silver Dust put down his hand, and his tone was cold, and at this moment a long wind suddenly rose on the basin, and the sky gradually brightened up, and it became gloomy again, and lead-gray clouds gathered above the high sky, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.

"What? you, how do you know?" there was a slight surprise in the yellow-robed man's tone, he was planning to make a surprise attack, but he didn't expect the other party to know his hole cards directly, which made him feel a slight sense of frustration.

He wanted to say something, at least two sentences of declaration of war, but Silver Dust's attention was no longer on her, and his gaze fell on the feet of the yellow-robed man.

"Get out of your current position, or I won't have to do it—" said the magician, and all the runes left behind him suddenly lit up.

"What......" As soon as Huang Weiren opened his mouth, he was blasted into the sky by an energy that did not belong to ice or wind at all, and spit out a large mouthful of blood before he landed.

The earthquake, coming from the lowest part of the basin without warning, was not violent, but it was extremely difficult, Silver Dust wanted to condense more runes, but found that in this kind of earthquake, his mystical power could not be concentrated, and just as he was about to take measures, the earth cracked.

The dark green earth rumbled into dust mist, and in the dirty earth, a huge head that was indescribably ugly grew out of the ground, like a groundhog poked out of its head dozens of times magnified. The face of the ugly head is really impressive, that crying face, obviously with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, but it wants to pretend to be solemn, it is a pair of skins that are empty inside, but it has to force itself to be rich in connotation. The face that floated to the ground was really the cheeks of the sharp-billed monkey, the heavens collapsed, the frowns were full of mountains, the ears were deformed, with bacon-like hyperplastic tissue, and made an ugly crying and mourning appearance, bitter and hateful, extremely aggrieved expression, for some reason it always made people feel a chilling evil smile, and the smooth top of the head that originally seemed to have some ring scars was slightly raised, but it was not sharp corners, making its head look more like the spire of the Qing@Zhen@Temple, and the whole head looked twisted and crazy.

The head rose from the ground, and a small mountain slowly puffed up in the center of the basin, and then the mountain peak shattered, the sand flew, and a big, fat and round stone statue prostitute stood up in front of the magician, and on the brick-red rock on the surface, there was a layer of viscous on it, and the sweat was not sweat, and the plastic film was not a transparent film of plastic film, and the film was a defensive energy similar to the AT force field, which could block the bombardment of missiles, and it seemed to be able to defend against any magic in this world. The huge stone statue of the Crying Buddha rose up, except for a viscous film, no energy radiated from the body, and there were no clouds, demonic mist, and dark light of the evil Buddha followed, just like a statue that was too ugly to exceed the scope of art, standing under the lead-gray sky, it looked very powerful, but it brought a desperate coercion to all the warriors in this world, whether it was a fighter or a swordsman.

It's not something that human beings can overcome, like a tank facing a Gundam. When the weeping Buddha broke out of the ground, he opened his small mouth slightly like a deformed mouth, and let out a wail like the cry of a giant baby, which made everyone who heard this voice, whether friend or foe, tremble, their eyes were dazzled, and their vision was chaotic.

Except for the sand and scorpions, everything is like a scene in a dream. Although the mage condensed a lot of runes, at the moment when the weeping Buddha let out the cry of the giant baby, a thunderclap sounded above the mage's head.

"The battle of fate, the world is sinking and floating in your hands,"

"Don't ask about the future, don't make mistakes like a dream. ”

"Driven by divine will, wind, fire, thunder and light are your choice. ”

"Abandon experience and innovate to win. ”

Gao Second's voice was mixed with thunder, and it reached Silver Dust's ears like a spy, and the mage nodded, and in his silver pupils, the snow raged like never before.

The hand hidden in the sleeve suddenly clenched into a fist, and the runes suspended in the air lit up at the same time, and a circle of magic arrays expanded in the air, and then, more than a dozen light blades stabbed straight towards the Crying Buddha. Silver dust, the silver-colored magician, also exerted force under his feet at this moment, the silver figure swayed up in the storm, and instantly flew to the chest of the Crying Buddha, the thunder flashed in his hand, and a blow knife with the Collapse Thunder Sword pierced the heart of the Crying Buddha.

The viscous film struck by the dark blue lightning turned back as if reflected in a mirror, cutting a dozen long, blackened holes in the wet earth. At the same time, the mouth of the Wailing Buddha let out a loud roar: "Korea!", and a puff of black poisonous smoke erupted from the small, deformed innermost. At the same time, he picked up a fat rock palm and slapped it towards his chest.

In the midst of the poisonous smoke, with endless chaos, as if a combination of a spiritual attack and a poisonous cloud of bones, the magician's figure flashed, and disappeared in front of the chest of the Crying Buddha like a teleportation, and a pair of silver-colored palms drilled out of the cuffs filled with the wind, drawing a cross in the air.

"God Teaches the Art of Great Judgment II. God Punishes the Cross. "The golden cross light spread out in the air, purifying the spewed poisonous mist into nothingness. At the same time, a large number of runes lit up on the magician's body again, these runes were red and blue, and circles of magic arrays spread out in the long wind, and fireballs and thunder swords fell alternately like hailstones.

The fire burned on the viscous membrane a few times, and then it was extinguished, and the thunder and lightning in the shape of a long sword bombarded the membrane, lighting up a large blue flash, but it did not cause any visible impact on the membrane, the figure of the magician suddenly burst forward, and the fist gauntlet condensed above the right hand, and the long sharp fist spurs on the fist gauntlet flashed with golden light, and the golden light exuded a penetrating high heat, and the mage blasted out with a blow of demon crying and slashing fist, and the fist blade directly penetrated the film, but it could not make the film crack, but instead burned the rock behind the film to crack many gaps.

The magician was about to attack again, when he suddenly felt the wind pressure in front of him, and a huge fist came towards him, and the magician turned into a phantom, dodged this punch lightly, and stood on the rock arm wrapped in a viscous film, only to see that this punch was actually the more basic Arhat fist in the Hanshan Temple.

"Buddhism kung fu? The mage squatted down and gently tapped the film-like evil god force field under his feet with his right hand, and found that the feel was a bit like plastic: "You 'world hooligans' who tamper with history and culture, and imagine yourself as the first high-level life form in the universe, even if you apply for the entire Buddhism as a World Heritage Site, it is just a monkey and a crown, how much Arhat can you have Arhat Fist?" As he spoke, he jumped high from the arm of the Wailing Buddha, and the silver-white robe flew wildly in the wind, like a butterfly-shaped flag, and the silver-colored hands clenched into fists in the air, and at the same time as the wind gathered, countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, and the ice crystals condensed into snowflakes, and the snowflakes turned into metal under some kind of purple poison that spread in the wind, so a silver-white "blizzard" It was like a chainsaw thrown out with the magician's fluttering palm, and it slashed at the neck of the Crying Buddha like a powerful horizontal slash, sparks splashed, lightning flew, and the high-speed rotating storm that almost turned into a chainsaw could really cut through the thick viscous film bit by bit.

However, the progress of the metal blizzard was still too slow, and the weeping Buddha shook for a while, and the huge belly dodged the storm, and at the same time, a thick fleshy palm hit the silver dust.

It seemed like a palm, but it looked like a dead fat house reaching out to swatt a fly. The magician's figure disappeared again, and instantly returned to the ground.

As soon as his palm fell into the air, the Crying Buddha raised his foot and stepped on it, and a thin cannon barrel suddenly stretched out from the sleeve on the right side of the magician, and he didn't want to raise his hand to make a cannon.

"The Black Sky Gang God Cannon!"

The fireball exploded beneath the giant foot, rolling and expanding into a cloud like a red giant. The irresistible impact blew the Weeping Buddha's feet high, and the heavy cannon in the magician's hand saw this opportunity to let out a series of roars.

Clusters of rolling spherical explosions lit up repeatedly on the two legs of the Crying Buddha, and the huge impact and explosive force given by the arcane finally put the Crying Buddha down, and at this time, a whole row of empty cicadas flashed under the body of the Crying Buddha, the Ice Spirit Dao unfolded, and Hai Qianqiu appeared on the basin with his "Buddhist disciples".

As soon as he appeared, he encountered a bloody disaster, and there were about thirteen or fourteen fat or thin fake monks who had not recovered from the weightlessness of the empty cicada, and they were crushed to the ground by the Crying Buddha.

When the other disciples saw this scene, none of them roared, only a few of them smiled and recited a crooked scripture, and the blood and minced flesh under the weeping Buddha actually twisted a few times in a cloud of black gas, turning into a finger-high distorted little person, twisting his waist thinner than a pencil and running over, and then being grabbed by this group of obscene monks, put it in his mouth and chewed, that scene can almost make people vomit out all the overnight food. Hai Qianqiu hid in a corner full of shadows, carefully observing the silver dust that was excited after putting down the Crying Buddha, there was no hatred in a pair of eyes full of evil thoughts, only a deep confusion. Although he serves the Crying Buddha, it can also be said that he controls the Crying Buddha, and the Crying Buddha itself is like a weapon, and if he receives enough of the "shame" emitted by the girl when she is humiliated, he can activate it, and crush everything under the command of Hai Qianqiu. Hai Qianqiu himself did not know that the core of the Crying Buddha was a "rogue will". This weeping Buddha was fine after he woke up in Feiyan City, and he had been obedient to him, but after he arrived at Duntian, he suddenly lost contact with him and took action on his own, burrowed into the ground, and then came out to fight the silver dust. Hai Qianqiu solemnly knew that the Crying Buddha wanted to deal with Yinchen very much, but he didn't know the deep-seated reason, he had always thought that Yinchen was a powerful and obstructive existence like Hanshan Temple, but just after looking at Yinchen's performance, he didn't think it was strong?

"Why does the Crying Buddha want to deal with this silver-haired man?" Hai Qianqiu didn't understand, and he didn't need to understand, he only needed to command those fake monks of the Heavenly Evil Temple at this time, leaving a few people to arrange the empty cicada node, summoning the "army" of nearly a thousand people in the Heavenly Evil Temple, and the rest of the people rushed towards the silver dust in one go.

These evil bald heads in black robes have black mist on their bodies, and the Buddhist magic in their hands blooms with black poisonous light, and there is no compassion and righteousness of Buddhism at all, and they believe in the crying Buddha, they simply regard the heavens as nothing, and they don't need to use the power of the heavens, so there is no taboo to besiege and sneak attack. There were about a hundred of them, rushing together to besiege the magician, and at this time, a pair of steel claws of the same color were conjuring up in the magician's hands, and on the steel claws, thunder and light rose.