The clouds are quiet, flowing with the wind, tossing and turning the sky. Sometimes it turns into a divine phoenix, spreads its wings and dances in the sky, and the phoenix sings for nine days; sometimes it turns into a golden scale, the fish leaps into a real dragon, and travels in all corners of the world; sometimes it turns into a nine-day divine peng, driving the wings of the sky, resisting the wind of the world, and traveling for thousands of miles in an instant. Eventually, it turned into a five-colored cloud and came to a halt in front of a black mountain.

Dressed in animal skin, War Song jumped down from the colorful clouds and smashed down a deep pit at the foot of the Black Mountain.

The Black Mountain stretches for dozens of miles, but the huge mountain is as silent as death, and the black smoke in it is filled, breeding patches of dark green poisonous miasma, covering the entire Black Mountain.

Zhan Ge stood at the foot of the main peak, looking at the peak, his brows furrowed slightly. This place is hundreds of miles in circumference, full of beautiful mountains and rivers, but here the mountains and rivers are extremely sinister, such as a huge murderer. He stepped on the sky and swam up, wanting to see what was going on.

A golden light smashed, with a grand momentum, with the sound of wind and thunder, to subdue the demons. War Song dodged and retreated, not because he was invincible, but because he didn't want to show his strength.

The rocks flew out, and a touch of gold rose in front of the war song, turning all the stones into powder. There was a large pit in front of him, where lay a purple gold demon pestle. This Buddha treasure is clear throughout, and the purple gold light and black light are intertwined, which is weird and extraordinary!

He looked at the mountainside, his face unmoving, but he was deeply surprised. Unexpectedly, the first monk he met after leaving the mountain had such a cultivation, which made him feel pressure in his heart, and he wanted to rise quickly in this world. Because, from the beginning of his appearance, he felt an indescribable momentum. This forced him to grow quickly to fight against a shocking situation in the future.

The mountainside was covered with mist, black gas was rising, and a figure with golden light was sitting in the middle of it. It was a Buddha with a hideous face, bathed in fire, and his hands were knotted with fearless lion seals guarding the middle of the mountain road.

The Buddha's forehead pierced a bloody spur from the inside out, and a red pupil woke up, spewing red blood light that shone on the mist at the foot of the mountain.

"Who is the monster, dare to break into the forbidden land of Heiyin Mountain!" the Buddha spoke, mighty and roaring.

The battle song was full of divine light, and he pretended to say in a low profile: "The younger generation of the war song, inadvertently offended, and I hope that the predecessors of Buddhism will forgive." ”

"Hmph!" the Buddha opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "You have a pure demonic spirit, and your bloodline must be extraordinary, but which is the son of a great demon?"

Zhan Ge was stunned, he was a demon clan formed by an innate being, and he did not belong to any race. But he is well versed in the seventy-two transformations, and can transform into the god form of any demon race.

"The family teacher is in the north and the sky is mixed. Behind the war song, a pair of broad wings vibrated out, overflowing with wisps of chaotic qi. The Buddha's face was shocked, and his hideous face was even more discolored, and he was shocked.

"This place is the forbidden place of the Buddha, and the monsters are grounded! Dare to set foot in the Heiyin Mountain, and you will be a descendant of Tianpeng, and you will be suppressed for a hundred years!" the Buddha angrily rebuked.

War Song was silent, but his spine straightened little by little, since this battle was inevitable, then he had to do it with all his might!

The Buddha shouted angrily, and the sound of a thousand mountains shattered the boulder! He stepped out in one step, like stepping on a great road, causing the void to stir up. A huge lion printed a dazzling golden light, like Chongyue approaching, suppressed down!

In the face of this powerful blow, Zhan Ge did not retreat but advanced, and directly punched out, which was incomparably strong! His body was like marigold glass, brilliant and flawless, and every pore was overflowing with fairy light, and the power of this punch was already overwhelming. The golden lion mark was scattered by a punch, and the fist was not stopped, killing from the foot of the mountain to the halfway up the mountain, all the way to the withering and decaying, like a broken bamboo, hitting the Buddha's chest.

The shredded clothes were flying, spilling down, and the blood stains on them were very poignant. The Buddha was still sitting cross-legged, his shirt bare, his blood-red robe had been slaughtered to pieces, and his flesh was torn and almost scattered!

"What a strong physique!" the Buddha exclaimed sincerely, he was very surprised, with his vision, he could naturally see the extraordinaryness of the battle song, comparable to the peerless body refiner of Buddhism!

The war song shouted, and he jumped forward, like a roc spreading his wings, and he killed the Buddha in an instant. He was still a simple but extremely effective shot, a straight punch that didn't give the Buddha any time to cast a spell.

Although the Buddha's physical body is not weak, it is more than a step worse than the war song of the innate beings, and he is forced by the war song step by step, coughing up blood, and retreating in defeat. The war song swept with one leg again, like a savage dragon running over the void, knocking the Buddha sideways and flying out. When he was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, he suddenly felt an alarm in his heart, he attached his body, and the purple gold demon pestle flew back again, attacking and killing the war song in mid-air.

War Song was in mid-air, and there was no way to avoid this big killing move. The demon pestle overflows with purple and gold light, and there are complex patterns engraved on it, which is a kind of Taoist pattern created by Buddhism for the demon road, but the Buddha's cultivation is not enough, and it cannot be engraved all of them. But around this, the war song was also hit hard.

According to legend, in the Daxiong Treasure Hall of the Great Leiyin Temple in the West Heaven, there is a demon-subduing pestle, which is cast with an unknown immortal gold, and is engraved with a complete demon-subduing road map, bathed in the faith of thousands of living beings, suppressing the luck of the vast Sumeru Mountain, and being the apologetic saint of Western Heaven Buddhism!

The blood flower bloomed, and the demon pestle turned into an arrow shadow, piercing through the lower abdomen of the war song, and blood flowed out. The Buddha carried the demon pestle and sneered: "No matter what, you will die! What's more, you are a demon clan, or an ancient demon clan of the Northern Underworld!"

The war song turned into a heavenly peng, supporting the wind upward, and its wings hung down to the sky, like a heavenly knife cutting down. The Buddha carried the demon pestle, urged the ** force, and cut out a piece of purple gold demon light, facing the pair of Nine Heavens Peng wings, stirring up a huge wave.

The two figures flew upside down, each crashing into the mountain rocks, and two large pits fell. Warsong stood up with blood in her hands, staggering in the mountain wind. The golden body of the Buddha is terrifying, he is covered in blood, coupled with his hideous face, there is no sense of kindness of the Buddha family, more like the demon of the Nine Shadows under the Yin Mountain!

A layer of chaotic qi swirled out of the surface of the battle song, gradually repairing his body. And the blood of the Buddha is like a real phoenix, the phoenix sound is swirling, the flesh and blood are regenerated, this is a kind of nirvana method, is the master of the big thunder sound temple, watching the scene of phoenix nirvana, creating an immortal thaumaturgy.

"Look down on you! You are the kind of person in the early days! Among the younger generations, there are only a few people who can cultivate like this, you should be the heir of the primeval demon master!" the Buddha said.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that this mountain is definitely not as simple as a forbidden land!"

"It's a pity", the Buddha sighed, "I really want to fight with you again, maybe I can break the shackles and see the true way!" He put away the demon pestle, made a strange handprint, and drank: "You must die!" After that, the vitality of heaven and earth was turbulent, and a chaotic killing array emerged, enveloping the entire Black Yin Mountain.

Zhan Ge's eyes narrowed, and his expression was extremely solemn!