Yifeng was knocked into the ground by the sword shadow, and the last two black sword shadows bombarded him, slamming him deep into the ground, blasting the ground out of a large crater.

He lay in the dirt, panting, tingling pain all over his body, but this was far from the time to rest!

He gritted his teeth, flew up, and saw that there were already a small half of the legion soldiers in the canyon, led by several generals, and began to organize a counterattack, and the two thousand monks he led were also injured at this time, one thousand monks had died in the pile of corpses, and another thousand monks quickly approached him.

Yifeng quickly ordered him to withdraw all the monks and soldiers at the mouth of the canyon, and the thousand monks immediately took the order and left.

At this time, he saw Liu Yi carrying the Red God Spear, flying into the small half of the soldiers who were fighting back, and killed several generals and colonels with lightning speed, vigorously, neatly, and decisively, just like his title of "Cold Face Killing God".

He knew that this was to crush the fighting spirit of this small half of the legions, and if it continued like this, then more people from the three legions would come to their senses, and the Wind Roar Army would fall into the encirclement and suppression of the three legions.

So he also walked towards that place, and at this moment, Yifeng saw a monk next to him who was being killed by the legionnaires, and his heart was cold, because he saw the face of that monk - Monk Zhenglin!

Yifeng roared wildly, and with a bang of his fist, the golden mang flashed, blasting the legionary soldier with his back to him into shreds, and he dodged and flew over, helping the fallen Zhenglin monk to his feet.

Monk Zhenglin vomited blood in his mouth, his chest was a wide wound pierced by a war halberd, the flesh and blood were blurred, and Yifeng felt a burst of grief in his heart, this scene was so familiar, the elders of Nanzong Temple, and even the Xuanying Leopard, all died by his side like this, in his arms, his heart was still a cold colic like being pierced by a sword.

Monk Zhenglin still had his last breath left, tried to open his eyes, looked at Yifeng who was supporting him, and said weakly: "General Feng, I want to die, and, a senior brother, Fatong, he ······"

Yifeng's eyes were sad, and the chill in his heart spread throughout his body, staring at him and shaking his head slightly.

Zhenglin's eyelids trembled, stared at Yifeng, and continued: "General Feng, I'm going to die, also, okay, I won't be again, I'm afraid, I'm dead, I'm not afraid······"

Zhenglin opened his eyes and looked at the dark sky, and hung his head weakly.

Yifeng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and endured the sadness in his heart, but the cold was still running around his body, making him feel like his heart falling into a frozen lake, getting colder and colder.

He turned his head to look at the canyon, the corpse pillowing the corpse, the blood flowing into the larger blood flow, the remnants of the army were broken, and many more people fought to the death in the blood-red mud.

Afraid?

Why be afraid?

You are devout Buddhists! Why should you be afraid? Heaven is unfair, the world is strangling, and Buddhism is suffering, why be afraid? Shouldn't it be these people who are afraid of slaughtering Buddhas?! They deserve a strong damnation!

Senior Brother Xi said that if you go against the sky, you will be punished by the sky! If not, I am the "must have"!

Yifeng looked up at the sky, it was as dark as ink, there was no light shining on the world, the heavenly immortals and Buddhas were all silent, all of them were indifferent spectators, since all things are dogs, then, let me, the guest in my body, open this curse!

Heaven is unfair, take me right!

He stood up, raised his hand, clenched his fists, the golden light was shining, and with the last strength, he raised his head to the sky and roared loudly: "Heaven and earth weep Buddha!" ”

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the originally dark and lightless night sky instantly condensed two clouds, one black and one red, which rotated rapidly, twisted into a huge black and red vortex up to a hundred feet, and a golden face of the god and Buddha appeared in the center of the vortex, but the eyes were hollow, and there was nothing, and the golden Buddha's face was reciting a grand Sanskrit sound in his mouth, but it was not as solemn as before, but it was an indescribable sadness, such as crying.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change and raised their heads to look at the sky. At this moment, the golden light flashed on the fists raised by Yifeng, and two golden rays of light shot into the sky, instantly shattering the face of the golden Buddha in the black and red vortex, the face of the golden Buddha was broken like a mirror, and the face was not solemn at all, but became more hideous and terrifying.

At the same time, thunder roared in the black-red whirlpool, and countless golden thunderbolts flashed and exploded in the black-red whirlpool, and the rumbling sound echoed in the heavens and the earth.

Just when everyone's faces were frightened and at a loss, two golden thunderbolts passed through the hollow eyes of the broken golden Buddha's face, and slashed down with the power of thunder, bombarding the Dawu Legion in the canyon.

However, the thunder in the black and red whirlpool above was still rumbling, like the earth-shattering anger of countless gods and Buddhas, and the golden light flashed in the eyes of the broken golden Buddha's face, and soon two more golden thunders were about to be split!

At this time, the people of the three legions finally reacted, this divine power like heavenly damnation was far from being able to resist them!

So they rushed in the direction they came, frantically rushing to the entrance of the canyon like a tidal wave, throwing away their armor, crawling on their hands, stepping on their feet, wailing and screaming, all of them fleeing for their lives.

The black and red whirlpool above is not enough to be powerful, and black and red sparks fall like raindrops, fine and dense, dotted and dotted, in the dark night sky, against the backdrop of the face of the broken golden Buddha, like the tears of the gods and Buddhas falling from the sky, one after another.

The black and red sparks fell on the monks of the Wind Roar Army, and they were extinguished in an instant, but when they fell on the soldiers of the three legions who fled, the whole body was ignited in an instant, the hell karmic fire burned the soul, the red lotus karmic fire disintegrated the body, and the soldiers of the three legions seemed to have fallen into eighteen layers of hell, with corpses and bones everywhere, and the ears were full of screams, the flesh and blood disintegrated on the way to escape, and the soul was thirsty and tormented in pain.

Seeing this scene, the morale of the Wind Roar Army increased greatly, and under the command of Liu Yi, they roared wildly again, bluffing after them and driving them out of the canyon.

After some chaos of pursuit and flight, the forces of the three major legions all escaped from the mouth of the canyon.

The roar above stopped in the air with a black sword, and after seeing the cultivation strength that Yifeng finally showed, his face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly, and immediately recalled all the generals who were fighting in the air, and when he saw the battle situation below, he ordered all the generals to go down and reorganize the soldiers and horses, and the three major legions retreated to the west.

Xiao Fudie helped the fire monkey to fly to Yifeng's side, Yifeng slowly lowered his fist, there was no blood on his face, and the two black flames in his eyes also became very dim.

In the night sky, the face of the Golden Buddha exploded, and together with the black and red cloud swirls, it slowly dissipated into the sky.

The fire monkey's face was gloomy, and with the support of Xiao Fudie, he sat on the ground with his buttocks, holding the fire teeth with both hands, and the blood was stained with blood, and the blood gradually submerged into the fire teeth, but it still continued to flow down from the trembling palms of the fire monkeys.

He turned his head to look at Yifeng, who was standing in the blood-colored mud, closed his eyes and hung his head, trembled his lips, and said in a trembling voice: "Yifeng, it's over." ”

Yifeng shook his head slightly, opened his eyes, the black lotus phantom pupils slowly stopped rotating, and the black flame also disappeared, looking up at the sky, silently plucking the conch on his chest, flying up, and rushing into the sky.

He raised the conch in the air, infused with mana, and the humming sound was loud, resounding in the sky, and countless small rays of light inexplicably appeared in the air, injected into the conch, and the whimpering sound of the conch became even stronger, the golden light was shining, and Yifeng's face was painful, as if he was bearing something.

The fire monkey looked at it and sighed, he didn't know what Yifeng was doing, but his ritual made people feel a kind of tragedy and desolation, as if he wanted to choose one person to bear all the sins after each battle.

Liu Yi also rushed to the side of the fire monkey, and Xuanluan also flew from a distance, transformed into a human body, raised his head together, and silently looked at the wind above the night sky.

However, at this moment, a man quickly passed through the Wind Roar Army, which was reorganizing the ranks, and ran towards them wildly, shouting: "General, it's not good, the rear has been attacked by someone!" ”

A wave of unsettled waves is rising!