A sea of fire converges.

Layers of flames were intertwined, condensing into fire snakes full of fangs and sharp teeth and rushing out.

Collide with the spell.

"Boom!"

There was a violent roar in the air, and sparks flew up!

Immediately afterwards, a violent air stream burst out and swept in all directions.

At the core of the explosion, the surface of the spell facing the impact of the fiery snake rippled like water waves, and a little black mist drifted out of it, turning into hideous beast heads.

There is a remnant soul that looks like a centipede, and after breaking free from the shackles of the spell, it flies towards Zhang Ke with its teeth and claws in the air, and its eyes are as clear as red crystal, full of madness and desire for destruction.

There are also scorpions with a pair of mutilated limbs, landing on the dome of the palace, raising the barbs behind their backs, waving at Zhang Ke, spitting poisonous juice...

However, before they could contact Zhang Ke.

The scattered fire snakes around them were entangled, and the snake's body slowly tightened, strangling these monsters with teeth and claws little by little, and then gulping down the black mist escaping from these monsters, swallowing it into its belly, and melting it with the help of real fire.

And where the black mist was surging on the incantation, there were more beast heads, and the human heads struggled and roared on the surface of the incantation, but they never broke free.

After a few moments, the turbulent spell had stabilized again, and the hideous and terrifying beast heads were reluctantly covered under the spell... But in the process, Zhang Ke noticed that at the core of the incantation there were strands of gold threads, arranged like spider webs.

It was these threads that re-cemented the spell that was about to collapse after being hit by the fiery serpent.

These gold threads are nothing else, they are the manifestation of the national fortunes of the Western Turks.

Demon remnants, resentments, hatreds, etc., are evil thoughts, chaotic things, and they are combined with the national fortunes that represent the order of a country... If it didn't blow up directly, it was considered the luck of the ancestral tomb to smoke blue.

And then knead this spell, this... Zhang Ke is really incomprehensible.

No, it's not impossible.

With the current situation of the Western Turkic trees falling and scattering.

As the manifestation of a country's power, the fortune of the country is like an old man who has been lying on a hospital bed and is on the verge of dying.

Even if he knew that someone was planning his family property, and even attacked him, he was powerless to resist.

Otherwise, if you change the object, even if you find a small city-state in the Western Regions at random, even if Mingjiao is currently the state religion.

Take Mani Buddha as the way to play.

Before the spell could take shape, the backlash from the dynasty had already arrived.

It is light to knock it off the altar, and even trace it back to the ontology, doubling the sins of this nation on it.

Even if the kingdom falls.

But if there is a remnant of the original bloodline, this sin still has to be borne.

It is not a casual talk about a country's religion and its own country.

Although I don't know what method Mani Buddha used to suppress the backlash that the Western Turkic national fortune should have, as the supreme god of the state religion, it is impossible to commit such evil deeds unscathed.

The spell body was still under the control of the fire snake, and it was squirming towards Zhang Ke at a slow speed.

There were already spells imprinted on its body first, from an inky stain that first appeared on its clothes, to a whole copy of the spell imprinted on its body, and then the spell continued to spread around.

Before Zhang Ke's hair even touched it, he had already lost eight hundred.

Seeing this, the Buddha frowned, but he didn't say anything.

It had just recently been canonized by the Turkic kings and became the state religion of the Western Turks.

Although it has not yet enjoyed the benefits of the national fortune bonus, this is not a reason for it to infringe on the national fortune.

Of course, that's what the truth says, but it's also true that it's angry.

The land is lost, the authority is displaced, and the people's hearts are scattered.

It's all turned into this mess, and it's all about ruin, and it's still struggling.

Well, even if you Turks don't believe in fate.

So what are you pulling it in?

It was not confident that it would be able to turn the tide and pull the Western Turks back from the brink of destruction, but it could not sit back and watch from the sidelines, otherwise it would wait for the time of the country's annihilation.

Even if it doesn't benefit from its position as a state religion.

It will also be affected, which makes the Buddha feel disgusted.

Since it is a knife both horizontally and vertically, it simply breaks the jar and breaks it, polluting the national fortune, and creating such a curse-like spell.

As for the spell on his body...

It was a last resort, and it had expected this to be the result before it even started.

If it goes well, the incantation will be imprinted on the body of this Tang god, and its body will be wiped out with it.

At that point, the Western Turks will be able to survive for a while, and it will have enough time to consider whether to cut off the relationship between the two sides or save them again.

When it saw that the spell was blocked by the fire snake that transformed into real fire, and it couldn't get close to Zhang Ke for a long time, it continued to move, and dozens or hundreds of rays of light were withdrawn from the light wheel suspended behind it.

In the next moment, the light turned into spears, bucking the trend, cutting off the fiery snakes that were entangled with the spell one by one.

And so, no spell was able to move forward again.

The black mist on the surface of each character surged, the beast head roared excitedly, the saliva melted by the black mist splashed wantonly, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared at Zhang Ke, as if they wanted to remember him in their hearts.

With the changes in the Buddha as an example, Zhang Ke naturally did not dare to let this string of mantras close to him.

With a wave of his hand, he withdrew the bundle of fairy ropes, and the golden ropes shuttled back and forth through the characters, holding back and forth their progress.

Then I saw that the entire sea of fire in the royal city was pumped into the air, turned into a huge fireball, and smashed down on the Buddha above the palace.

And at this moment, taking advantage of the inextricable battle in the sky, when the sea of fire that had previously blocked the way gathered in the air again, the civil and military ministers who were still stocked in the palace all ran out in a swarm.

It's dangerous out there.

But in the palace, they had to face the two gods confronting each other, and even if neither of them looked down on them, the aftermath alone made it very difficult for them to endure it, and they had to recite the confessional scriptures while they were in a hot steamer.

Frightened, I was lucky enough to live until now, and I couldn't bear it anymore. Z.br>

Even though the heat was rolling in the streets, the tiles under their feet were scorched red by the previous fire.

They ran out anyway.

While trying to retract his sense of existence, he ran wildly on the hot road.

But before they could get any far, the huge fireball from the sky crashed down.

The ministers' faces changed abruptly.

I wanted to take advantage of the situation and hide in the houses on both sides of the street to avoid the limelight, but it was too late.

Just before they left, the fireball smashed on the top of the Buddha's head, and although most of the flames were poured on the Buddha's body, some of the force still changed, and the sky was splashed with a rain of fire.

It roared and smashed to the ground, setting off a "stormy wave".

Since this time, the real fire was specially designed to kill and injure the Buddha, even if he noticed this group of fleeing ministers, Zhang Ke did not deliberately avoid anything.

But that's not a bad thing.

The bursting and blazing true fire, under the full force of the explosion, ordinary people, if they can't even hold on for a moment, will be wiped out.

It would have been better to die a completely painless death than for them to continue to languish in the palace.

......

On the other side, the light chakra of the Buddha who was in the middle of the fireball quietly collapsed behind his head, turning into a stream of platinum and gold intercolored energy, flowing on its body, resisting the erosion of the real fire, it looked sad.

Seeing this, Zhang Ke was not discouraged.

If this Buddha was really easy to handle, he wouldn't have forced him to swap to the limit last time.

Moreover, compared to the last time they met, it has another Western Turkic state on its body

The identity of the Sect, in the case that the royal city is not breached, its strength will be blessed by the home field.

Even if Mani Buddha had committed evil deeds before.

But as long as the Turkic king does not change the state religion for a day, and the royal city is not broken for a day, the power blessed by the Buddha will not dissipate.

Zhang Ke didn't think that he would be able to complete the battle.

The purpose of the True Fire Burst is nothing more than to prevent it from manipulating the spell.

Zhang Ke At present, the real sharpest means is still himself!

At the same time as a glaive knife condensed in his hand, Zhang Ke had already rushed out, wielding a huge blade and slashing at the Buddha's head.

"Bell!"

It sounded like a slash on metal.

The blade slashed through the Buddha's head, but was blocked by the Buddha's hands in the aftermath, and the sound of metal colliding was the sound of the blade scraping against the bones of the hand.

"It's useless, maintaining supernatural powers, and spreading this sea of fire, how much strength can you still have?" The voice of the Buddha sounded in Zhang Ke's ears: "Why don't you retreat now, wait for ten days and half a month, and wait for my Mingjiao to cut off the relationship with the Turks, and then you will come to the door, isn't it better than you and me in this empty space?"

Raising his hand and twisting the blade aside, the Buddha's severed head began to heal rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the cracks in the skull disappeared, and the flesh of the severed hands was restored.

But along with the recovery of its body, there was also a mantra on its body, and in this brief collision, the mantra on its body spread again, and with this change, the Buddha's qi was also changing.

It's messy, it's dark... Feeling the changes in his body, the Buddha frowned.

Time seems to be running out, but it has not been able to keep this royal city, and it cannot buy time to cut off with the Turks, so it still has to sit in the position of this state religion, and then it will be dragged down by the destruction of the Turks.

Summoned the main body over, and was afraid of being slashed by the cloud qi giant sword above his head.

The Buddha's heart was a little anxious, and the expression of sadness and joy on his face was also a little difficult to maintain, and at this time, Zhang Ke brandished the Glaive Knife and slashed it again.

Subconsciously raised his hands and entered the white blade empty-handed.

Looking at the chaotic sword qi in his palm, the Buddha was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at the sky faintly.

When he came back to his senses, he no longer sat cross-legged in place, he suddenly stood up and clenched the blade in his hand, and at the same time, the light behind it shone brightly, and countless palms appeared from the dazzling light and grabbed towards Zhang Ke.