At that moment, the wind suddenly stopped.

At that moment, there was a roar of some kind of mechanical rotation in the space.

At that moment, the left and right sides of the Weeping Buddha's body seemed to grow very slowly, but in fact, six other arms grew extremely quickly.

After that moment, the Crying Buddha used eight kinds of Buddhist magic skills, such as the Doroye Finger, the Wuxiang Tribulation Finger, the Wei Tuo Pestle, the Great Demon Fist, and the Dragon Gripper, with an almost inexhaustible cold and icy aura, and the infinite torrent of spells of the silver dust, to launch a shocking duel.

After that moment, the sky turned into four colors, and the four flashes of thunder, fire, and wind obscured the heavenly dome, and the earth became a wasteland of death mixed with muddy water and ice, and the blue cold poisonous mist and the exploding ice stream rippled evil waves around the weeping Buddha.

The hedge between elements and forms, the collision of magic and divine power, the battle between the power of nature and the fierce beasts of the war spirit, the people who command the world, and the "gods" who shatter the world are tumbling and rolling together, until the earth is desolate and falls into a bloody nightmare. The moment one side fell, the world behind him was also shattered.

[At the same time]

"Amitabha, Vajra descends!" An old figure broke away from the suddenly unfolding empty cicada, showed its form in the exploding ice and mist, and slowly fell to the ground, a pair of smooth iron feet gently stepped on the soft soil layer of the Elk Basin, but there was a loud sound of mountains hitting the plain. Although the old figure is very tall, it is also relatively thin, and the yellow robe that should have been very fitting now seems a little wide, in the huge shadow of the Crying Buddha, the old man is like the embodiment of justice that has descended into the night, and the invisible light emitted from his body seems to illuminate the surrounding darkness a little.

"Ami Tofu!~~~~~ old vegetable gang, you're late!" The yin and yang weird voice, the exaggerated smile like Yan Yi, the bloated and obese, but finally washed the body, finally unable to continue hiding in a forgotten grass, appeared in the shadows, in the darkness of the tower-like immovable body, what kind of evil and powerful is contained, dark gray monk robe, black charcoal Buddha beads, pitch black robe, and yellow monk robe mahogany Buddha beads big red robe compared with the old man, as if from the world's negative hornless demon.

"It's never too late to subdue demons and eliminate demons. Kuzen's pair of squinted eyes cracked a pair of tiny gaps slightly, and the essence of the gaps shone brightly, locking on Hai Qianqiu's fat pig's head, as if trying to find some expression on the face that had been squeezed out of shape by fat: "Sure enough, your evil obstacle has changed, and it has become more and more like the devil, the thing you sneaked into the ruined temple and stole in the past...... Sure enough, it has devoured your life. ”

"No, it's too late, now that the Weeping Buddha has been resurrected, and will soon return to the heyday of the Sandalwood Sect 10,000 years ago, and you ordinary people, what can you expect except to sing the so-called useless hymn of helping the world and saving people? Hai Qianqiu's yin and yang weird voice was full of the silver of the villain's ambition, and a fat face showed the vague and distorted face of the post-modernist. Kuzen was about to open his mouth to refute, when he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and an astonishing huge sword slashed out silently.

It was not Wan Jianxin's sword, it was a sword qi that was several times more powerful than Wan Jianxin's Heavenly Expedition, there seemed to be no trace of the power of the battle soul in the sword qi, only the pure sword flow and the supreme sword qi, the blue ice sword light was silent, and the thunder sounded silently, like a wide blue pillar of light, with the cold of the ice and the arrogance of the storm, and slashed into the left leg of the Crying Buddha.

At this time, the magician flying in the sky had just temporarily melted the ice qi on the Weeping Buddha with his endless flame palm, but he was defeated in front of the viscous transparent film on its body. The power of the Wyvern Thief Flame Cannon was still not enough to break its defenses. And this moment when the ice qi melted was keenly captured by tens of thousands of people.

A deep scar opened on the left leg of the clay sculpture of the Crying Buddha, but the scar only lasted for a second, and it healed rapidly under the greasy and sweaty film. The Crying Buddha suddenly conjured up a huge fist, and one of the fists slammed towards the green-shirted swordsman who emitted sword qi.

The swordsman's figure avoided it with a whirlwind, but another silver-white figure in the sky, suddenly I don't know where to pull out the same blue giant sword, learn the posture of the swordsman and slash out, another blue sword light burst out, like a laser cannon strafing again on the same position on the left leg of the Crying Buddha, the viscous oil and sweat mixed film as if pulled by the out-of-control subcutaneous tissue, the cicada wings trembled, but there was no way to resist the cold sword light, under the sword light, the film was very difficult, very reluctant to be torn apart a little bit, revealing the Crying Buddha that looked like a red rock below"Flesh".

Time and Space Magic: Time Reversal.

The silver figure that shot out a huge sword light as long as a hundred zhang suddenly changed its tricks at this moment, and the cuffs that were originally flying in the wind suddenly swelled, like the mouth of a pit viper, and from the cuffs that were as black as an abyss, a short and thick round tube stretched out, and a dazzling purple light lit up on the mouth of the round tube.

A short stream of purple light shot out, instantly disappearing into the tightly exposed "wound" that had been healed in an instant. The greasy and sweaty film was restored to its integrity at the moment when the blue sword light disappeared, and then the left leg of the weeping Buddha suddenly swelled, like a rapidly proliferating malignant tumor, and suddenly the originally bulging knee was swollen to almost the size of the head, and the "flesh" under the film instantly turned into a red and yellow mottled substance like lava, and the quicksand spread towards the calf under the action of gravity. And the hand of the Crying Buddha still hammered towards the silver-white figure unabated, but the white figure floating in the air like a phantom dodged all the fists with a few delicate spins.

The Crying Buddha itself does not feel pain, but the swollen and melting left leg makes it more difficult for the Crying Buddha, who is already unable to move, to move, and the target stays in place. Behind the silver-colored figure, the light suddenly converged, and the wind, snowflakes and holy light, mixed to form a pair of heavenly wings, quickly opened between the storm and the cold fog, and the moment it opened, the silver-colored figure suddenly accelerated, and the already extremely flexible body became like a fighter jet, and the route of action was mysterious and unpredictable. The silver-colored magician spread his wings, and the bright red fire once again gathered in his silver-colored hands.

"Even if there is a Crying Buddha, but with the help of the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons, do you really think that this evil obstacle can turn the sky upside down? You see, even if the Crying Buddha comes in person, I am afraid that it will be destroyed before it has gone far. Taking advantage of the gap between the weeping Buddha being beaten by the silver dust, Kuzen suddenly activated the Buddhist Sect Divine Skill "Great Brahma Prajna", and a blue mist suddenly condensed from the air around him, forming a layer of cold mist-like rigid force field. While saying this, he wanted to hit the confidence of Hai Qianqiu, and suddenly made a move, how did the "Great Fan Prajna Palm" hit out like a mad dragon in the sea, and in the thick and warm palm, the cold ice was stacked layer by layer like a tower shield, and outside the palm of Kuzen's hand, it condensed into a giant cold ice palm that was half a foot high, and smashed it head-on like a battering ram.

"Defeat the Crying Buddha?!Joke!" Hai Qianqiu still used the tone of yin and yang, and still used that face that made people dare not look at him directly, but the magic skill in his hand was not ambiguous at all, and at the same time as the bitter meditation hall was slapping with a palm, he also swung out a palm like lightning, the same magic skill, the same move, and even the palm condensed by the layers of cold ice were exactly the same, but in the cold ice he emitted, there was always a black evil energy rolling, infecting the cold ice into a blood-red color.

The blood-colored ice palm and the blue ice palm emitted by Kuzen collided head-on, and there was no earth-shattering explosion, only the roar of blunt instruments hammering each other, like two pieces of soft iron slamming together, followed by the sound of crystals shattering, and the red and blue ice palms shattered into ice slag at the same time.

"Look, even if you just borrow the realm of Yicheng from the Crying Buddha, it's the same as you! The realm of the Crying Buddha itself, can you mortals imagine it?" Hai Qianqiu was triumphant, his hands crossed his hips, and he put on a posture that looked like a compass, not Buddha at all.

"Since the realm is so profound, then it should be invincible in the world, why is it so invincible for so long now?" Kuzen's tone was calm, his voice was steady, and the words he said had a strong spicy taste, Hai Qianqiu glanced sideways at the Crying Buddha, only to see that it conjured eight giant hands, each of which was full of ice power, rumbling in the air waving all kinds of Buddhism mastery, but these Buddhism magic skills were seen through by that silver figure, and easily dodged, and even conjured a shield from time to time to resist and cover the swordsman who was disturbing from the side. The silver-colored magician stood proudly in the sky, with a colorless wind on his head and feet, and above his hands, fire, ice, arcane and light emerged, condensed into runes in the air, and then the runes unfolded from the center to the surrounding magic array, in the magic array, fireballs, arcane missiles, ice beams and purifying light shot out one after another, and even a few black flashes of cursed magic. The fireball exploded and burned the membrane, and the huge thrust generated by the arcane force made the Crying Buddha's attack deformed and distorted, and missed the target, and the ice beam delayed the Crying Buddha's movements, and the light, which was enough to purify all the roars of the Crying Buddha, and the long-range attack of spitting poisonous water and poisonous ice directly purified into nothingness.

The duel between the Crying Buddha and Yinchen is not a long-term invincibility, but can only barely be defeated. The magician has fallen into a state of rage at this time, with fireball onslaught, arcane missile interference, the freezing effect condensed by the cold of the deep snow to delay the action, the light is used to create energy weapons, giving the Crying Buddha sudden kill, as well as the Sword of Time, the Great Dimension Slash, the Great Seal and various artillery bombardments as a high-output composite magic, it can be said that the Crying Buddha fights, although the Crying Buddha is huge, and it also changes out of eight hands, but it has never touched a corner of the magician's clothes, the silver-white figure is flying gorgeously in the air, and many fire dragons, many thunderbolts, many lightsabers, and many are suspended in the air in a large whirlwind movement, slowly opening the magic circle to launch powerful magic runes. In particular, Silver Dust no longer uses the Myriad Magic Synthesis Machine Gun to fire arcane missiles at this time, but levitates the runes in the air, creating a large arcane vortex, and from the vortex stretches out the clustered Gatling barrels, emitting endless missiles, like a machine gun position to achieve a cross barrage, so that the action of the Crying Buddha is greatly affected, and it almost becomes a stake monster, continuously bombarded by the flames, thunder and lightning of the silver dust, and sees that the viscous liquid film on the surface is slowly thinning and crumbling.

At this time, the magician had been fighting with the Crying Buddha for a whole morning, and the runes on his body should have been used up a long time ago, and even the magic cultivation that maintained Chiyou Martial Arts and Chiyou Wanhua should have burned out, but at this time, he became more and more courageous, and unconsciously, his magic seemed to have no need for any consumption and preparation, and a single thought could be achieved.

His fighting figure was so brave in Kuzen's eyes, but it made Hai Qianqiu disdainful.

"Looking at his joy now, I have to pull up the list afterwards. Hai Qianqiu was not moved at all, and still maintained a confident appearance: "The little donor is so desperate, I am afraid that my internal qi is insufficient, and it won't be long before my skills are exhausted...... The strength of this crying Buddha is endless, and the defense is also unlimited, knocking out a hand, you can grow a hand, you can break a foot, you can also grow a foot, you have already reached the invincible state in the world, and the Buddha I, borrowing its strength, is naturally the same as it, there is no invincible hand in the world, the old thief rabbit thinks that the Buddha I dare to play the banner of the Heavenly Evil Temple openly, is it because I hugged the thigh of the slave of Jianzhou? Wrong! That's because the Buddha and I and my disciples and grandchildren have the invincible capital in the world!" After Hai Qianqiu finished speaking, he suddenly recited a lewd and vicious scripture aloud, only to see that the crying Buddha also let out a cry of a giant baby, and the roar of "Korea" also became sharp and high-pitched, and at the same time, including Hai Qianqiu, all the bodies of the prostitute monks of the Heavenly Evil Temple rose up a black cloud, like some kind of violent toxin, and the black cloud surrounded them, and actually smoothed out the damage they suffered instantly.

Many of the monks of the Heavenly Evil Temple who had recovered with full blood had been executed by the young monks of the Hanshan Temple before, and at this time, they all suddenly opened their eyes, jumped up like zombies, and slashed behind the backs of the people of the Hanshan Temple. Many young monks, and even masters who have achieved cultivation, were directly killed by a wave of strong sneak attacks, and those who barely defended had to face a group of enemies who could not be killed.

The black clouds and mist seemed to be spreading, and the believers who had been put down before also jumped up suddenly, conjuring up the battle spirit and screaming and surrounding from behind, but at this time, Yang Wushu took the Golden Sword Gate, and Wan Jianxin led the Xuantian Pavilion, both killed, and the sword flow of the sword that worshiped the prison and Wan Jianxin had no scruples broke out instantly, directly slashing these immortal believers into pieces.