"Shadowless Seven Killing Skeleton Poisoner, Scenery Hell!" Silver Dust turned into a phantom, teleported to the tip of the Crying Buddha's nose, and with a claw, the viscous film suddenly retreated to both sides like a heated curled plastic, and the sharp light blade of the fingertip pierced into the bridge of the Crying Buddha's nose, cutting through the rock, and the peak of the light blade baked the tip of the Crying Buddha's nose into a red and bright color, softening it like wax. The claw blade composed of light swirled around the wind, like a drill bit, while cutting the hot and melted rock, while guiding the light blade to extend towards the depths of the weeping Buddha's skull, and it seemed that it was about to really hurt the weeping Buddha, but unexpectedly, from the hole that was scratched by the silver dust, an irresistible stench suddenly gushed out, which seemed to be some kind of terrible poison.

The magician was startled and quickly left the face of the weeping Buddha, and the curled membrane stretched and closed again, quickly repairing the red-hot softened and deformed nose. The mage hovered in the air unwillingly for half a second, his hands were clenched, and two long swords composed of thunder and lightning instantly appeared in his silver palm, followed by two consecutive cross-shaped thunder sword qi slashed out, intending to hurt the face of the Crying Buddha again. At this moment, the palm of the Crying Buddha happened to land on the ground, and there was a deafening explosion, and the extremely heavy rock giant hand was shaken up by the flame burst magic condensed by the flame rune, flew under the mage's feet, and fell heavily on his own face.

The thunder sword cut into the cheek of the Crying Buddha, but was blocked by the sticky film, leaving only a cross-shaped slit on the face of the Crying Buddha, and there was no damage effect at all, and the Crying Buddha slapped himself while the other hand stretched out like lightning, and a powerful and heavy Wuxiang Robbery Finger blasted towards the mage with a swirling sandstorm.

Purple light erupted from the palm of the mage's hand, condensing into a glittering metal chopping axe with many mysterious magic patterns, and the axe slashed down fiercely, hitting the incomparably fierce Phaseless Finger in the middle.

On top of the metal axe, the purple runes lit up silently, and then crackled and shattered, and the deformable chopping axe also shattered into many twisted pieces of metal at this moment, but this time, an unimaginable monstrous force erupted from the slashing axe, and it actually pushed the Crying Buddha's Phaseless Tribulation Finger back several feet away, not at all as embarrassed as Silver Dust was when he fought hard with the Demon Crying Slash Fist at the beginning.

Seeing this, the magician quickly changed the tip of his left finger into a purple fist gauntlet, and at the same time punched out to his side, the purple fist blade pierced into the knuckle of the third finger of another Luohan fist that came quietly, purple light exploded, and the huge force was transmitted, and the fist was beaten back by a light punch of silver dust, and the magician turned into a phantom, teleported and fled, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the top of the head of the Crying Buddha, this time he put his hands together, and a purple spear quickly grew between his hands, and the tip of the spear flashed with green light, and it was actually a spear weapon condensed by a magic curse。

He was about to stab down with a spear, but unexpectedly, on the top of the head of the weeping Buddha, a pair of small arms suddenly grew, and he clenched his fists and quickly punched a set of Arhat punches directly on him. The mage was caught off guard by a series of heavy blows, the spear in his hand shattered into purple points of light, and he himself was blown away by a dull force that could not be transferred.

However, this time, the magician was unharmed, the moment he was blasted out, the barrel of the cannon stretched out from his sleeve, and one after another purple streamers shot out, exploding on the Wailing Buddha's body, and the huge explosion momentum pushed the Crying Buddha to stagger, and he was about to fall.

On the body of the Crying Buddha, the transparent film suddenly spread out many holes, and a large amount of fine sand gushed out from the holes, and the fine sand spread out in the air, turning into a haze of rain and fog, controlled by a strange energy, forming a yellow-black sandstorm, sweeping towards the magician, but this yellow-black sandstorm suddenly encountered a circle of golden light waves that spread out, and the light waves passed everywhere, and the wind stopped the dust.

Order: Wind Barrier.

The silver-colored figure turned into a magical ghost, and suddenly passed through the golden enchantment, and outside the enchantment, the wind gathered in the palm of the hand, condensing thunder and lightning, and the thunder and lightning gathered again, so that the thunder magic could be transformed into a blue long knife. The silver magic robe unfolded in the wind, like a silver falcon spreading its steel wings, the robe was raging, the wind was like a song, and when the wind and thunder were rolling, the silver hands raised a slender sword up to a zhang long, and a hundred steps in the air, cutting down the endless blades.

Thunder light, suddenly turned into a piece of blood red, in the electric shock attribute, with a little flame burning, a zhang long thunder light blade in the moment of swinging, turned into a hundred steps of the sword, the lonely knife in the moment of swinging, thousands of cracks, into a knife trapped cage.

All of a sudden, it was dark.

The ground, all of a sudden, turned red.

The blood flowed like a river on the earth, the thunder swept wildly above the sky, the endless swords were woven into a heavenly prison of thunder, the wind exploded into a roar like Lin Lan, and after repeated shocks and conflicts, it finally mixed into a terrifying spiral hurricane, blowing the entire statue of the Crying Buddha up from the ground, and was completely shrouded in the cage woven by the mad knife and thunder mang in mid-air.

The wind exploded, the sword dominated the sky, and the magician's crazy knife technique was actually the final mastery of the Golden Sword Gate, slaughtering the city at night.

The blood-red electrified knife rays weaved into a net, ferociously enveloping the whole Crying Buddha, and then rapidly contracted, the viscous thin could not stop the penetration of the blood-colored electric light, so criss-crossed knife wounds appeared on the brick-red rock. The earth-attribute rock can absorb the power of thunder and lightning very well, so Silver Dust's several attacks are completely useless, but this time, the thunder and lightning immediately turned into toxin after passing through the film, and the blood-colored lightning suddenly turned black, and the cracked rock quickly festered, and the entire Crying Buddha was slashed by thousands of swords, and it looked like it was about to melt and collapse by the rushing poisonous water.

However, the viscous liquid film on the Crying Buddha's body, while emitting a stinking black ice mist, quickly repaired those diffuse wounds, and the magician's curse magic was dispelled by a distorted orthodox divine will contained in the film, and the magician's two consecutive attacks were easily dissolved by the Crying Buddha.

The huge and bulky Crying Buddha fell to the ground, turned around, a pair of fat rock fists clenched tightly, and with the Crying Buddha suddenly came with a clear roar of "Heavenly Evil!", the fist that was originally composed of earth, sand and rocks actually came out with a cold light.

The cold ice turned into a monstrous wind and snow, and with the fist of the Crying Buddha, it was a real miracle, the magic of Buddhism "Luohan Boxing", the Luohan Boxing with the power of cold ice, and the previous Luohan Boxing was completely incompatible, regardless of speed, strength and accuracy have been greatly improved.

The heavy fist roared like an iceberg crushing over.

The magician seemed to laugh the moment he saw the power of ice burst out.

The claw blade condensed in his hand, and with a transparent Gangfeng, he struck the skull poison hand hard, and the five fingers with a sharp light all pierced the first index finger of the Crying Buddha, and then, the light exploded, and the power of ice collapsed directly, and the magician blocked the giant fist of the Crying Buddha with one hand as a small human being.

The wind gathered, and the extreme power of the wind flashed white aura around the mage's arm, and the mage's arm was slightly forced, and the entire Crying Buddha statue was lifted directly!

The wind, which brings to the magician, is an infinite power, a simple, mechanical power.

The magician's robe swayed violently in the wind, and the slippery and fluffy dirt under his feet was affected by his magic, turning into dry rock formations, which were swept up by the violent storm and cracked into countless uneven stone slabs in the air, gravity seemed to disappear everywhere but under his feet, and everything on the earth, dirt, rocks, grass roots, and shrubs was sucked up by a terrifying force field, and in mid-air, it was crushed into countless thin pieces like aluminum foil by the huge wind pressure like a grinding disc and swirled and flew around his hunting sleeves, and the claws of light on the mage's hands slowly extinguished, turning into a circle of black steel claws that were almost scrapped, and then shattered in the moment when the wind raged, and at this moment, the wind turned into flames.

In the heart of the claw, the wind gathered, the fire flickered, and a huge fireball with a diameter of more than three feet swelled silently, and then was sprayed out by a pillar of fire the thickness of a bowl in the heart of the claw, and along with it, there was a whole statue of the Crying Buddha.

The weeping Buddha, which was huge and looked like it weighed hundreds of tons, was thrown out with one hand by the magician!

The fierce wind replaced by flames spread rapidly on the surface of the Weeping Buddha's body, but the flames were no longer simply incinerated and high-temperature, but had been mixed with the elemental attributes of explosion and bombardment. The flames engulfed the Weeping Buddha entirely, turning the huge stone statue into a mountain of flames in the air, and then countless explosions rang out in the fire, and layers of hemispherical shock waves with a diameter of one zhang exploded in the flames covering the whole body, and at the same time, there were clusters of cold ice flowers.

"Desperate situation!"

The magician launched a torrent of flames, vowing to burn the Crying Buddha entirely, but the surface of the Crying Buddha's rock is not only infinitely repaired film, but also a dangerous and indistinguishable ice breath from the divine warrior, the ice breath condensed into a blue blizzard, whistling and roaring from all over the body of the Crying Buddha, the Crying Buddha that had been bombarded into a large fireball, gradually infected into a blue crystal, flame and ice, at this moment, the completion of the hedge.

Ice and fire, hedged into light.

Circles of white light spread out, and the shock wave of the explosion roared and tore apart the surrounding air, shaking the space, and finally accumulating into an extremely powerful hurricane, and in an instant, the hurricane was mixed with the power of the sand, turning into a grayish-yellow, dream-like sandstorm. The magician put down his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and let the weeping Buddha fall to the ground with a bang, and then took a light step forward, stretched his hands forward, and countless fire dragons erupted from his palms, and the fire dragons opened their mouths and spewed out a large number of fireballs.

A huge storm lingered around those fireballs, like a blast of wind from a primordial infant master. The storm flew into the sweeping sandstorm with a fireball, and for a moment, the sky and the earth turned red.

The fireball cluster of the Flying Dragon's Flame Cannon exploded at the same time in the sandstorm, and the power of the flames increased each other, instantly spreading into a red dawn.

In the red dawn, the lava erupted, flowing like fire, and no matter how many earth-attribute sandstorms the Wailing Buddha sent out to fill in, it could not shake the terrifying realm in the slightest. The red dawn spreads, and everything in its path is returned to the hell of the scorching sun.

Although the Crying Buddha can disturb the Heavenly Rules, fight against the will of the world, and even steal the magic of this world, and customize a powerful battle flow for himself, he cannot change the most basic part of the Heavenly Rules. In this world, he is still constrained by the constraint of "it is impossible to attack with all his strength", but Silver Dust's own ability can make his attacks more powerful the farther he goes.

At this time, the magician had already given up other spells and means, and pushed the red dawn with all his might, like a frenzy of annihilation, sweeping the realm magic beyond the forbidden spell, but the Weeping Buddha, or the Corian hidden in the head of the Weeping Buddha, did not stop there, it plundered the distorted orthodox energy accumulated in countless universes, and compared to the magic power of Silver Dust, it was infinite.

It swept up the distorted orthodox energy cloud and transformed it into a universal magic skill in this world, and a thick layer of blue ice crystals suddenly condensed on the surface of the rock texture, and a raging wind and snow erupted on the ice crystals, and in the wind and snow, a blue oracle instantly unfolded, and the sound of clattering ice condensation gathered into a row of roars on the sea, as if a cold ice bomb was dropped in the volcanic lava, and the bursting ice flower was like a blue plague, instantly blasting a blue gap in the center of the flame field of the red dawn.

"Great Freedom, Heavenly Evil, Joyful Buddha, Restlessness, No Curse".

The Crying Buddha, as a god-level existence, finally eroded the origin of the world's will, and the cottage produced an evil divine skill.

Relying on the cold ice and wind and snow, the Weeping Buddha used the distorted orthodox energy of the continuous Goryeo stick to transform it into the icy power of the divine power, and easily resisted the flame realm of silver dust. The magician had no choice but to rise into the air again, and the tips of his fingers erupted into various flashes of light, condensing large runes in the air, and in the wide sleeves, all kinds of elemental weapons were sprayed again.

This time, all the weapons he conjured up were guns, rockets and other long-range strike weapons, and his figure turned into a silver ghost in the air, and the ghost shadow was close by, dozens of thunderbolts, hundreds of lasers, thousands of arcane missiles and more than a dozen fire dragons formed a terrifying elemental flood, covering the sky and the sun towards the weeping Buddha.

At this time, several thick stone pillars suddenly emerged from the feet of the Crying Buddha that landed on the ground, firmly fixing it to the ground. Then, with a thunderous voice, he really opened his mouth to read a scripture like a cult spiritual virus:

"The Korean nation is above all else, and it is the mission of our generation to conquer China and destroy Japan!"