karma, turned into a demon ape, and faced Guanyin.

The body of the Buddha, confused the breath, the darkness of the Chen Cang, came to the top of the Mora Sutra Building.

When Shen Yi's spiritual power and the Moluo Sutra were combined, the spire that resembled a closed umbrella slowly stretched out from below, forming a circular umbrella surface.

It really turned into a treasure umbrella, and countless scripture patterns changed and swam on the umbrella surface, just like a living picture.

Shen Yi looked at the umbrella and was slightly distracted, and his spiritual power wandered in the treasure umbrella, wanting to take this magic weapon fused with the golden body of Sanzang for his own use.

However······

"Resist me?"

Shen Yi smiled slightly.

Yes, this magic Luo Sutra is resisting Shen Yi.

He has both Buddha skills and demonic nature, awakening the Futu Pagoda and making the Moluo Sutra open, but at the same time, the Buddha in the magic weapon is intended to resist Shen Yi's demonic nature, and the brand of Moluo is rejecting Shen Yi's Buddha skills.

He was the one who awakened the Mora Sutra, and he was the one who resisted.

At this moment, Shen Yi is not pleasing to both sides, and the duck in his beak looks like he is about to fly.

But who is he Shen Yi?

If the mountain is not me, I will come to the mountain, and if the melon does not fall by itself, I will twist it.

Pitch-black words emerged from Shen Yi's body, spread downward, and touched the open umbrella.

The text of the "Xuanjun Seven Chapters of the Secret Sutra" infects the magic weapon at a speed visible to the naked eye, dyeing one font after another black, sending Shen Yi's spiritual power into the treasure umbrella and merging with one font after another.

"Hum—"

The huge umbrella let out a low hum, driven by a will that gradually spread—

"Bang!"

The Demon Luo Sutra collapsed into countless fonts, constantly circling around Shen Yi.

"Oops······"

The Thousand-Armed Guanyin looked back, and the perfect face showed a look of horror.

It's too fast, it's too fast.

From Shen Yi's appearance on the pagoda to the disintegration of the treasure umbrella at this time, everything was too fast.

"Is this providential? The Mora Sutra fell into the hands of this present world. Venerable Mercy looked bitter.

Disintegration does not mean destruction, but rebirth.

The main body of the Mora Sutra is not the floating pagoda, nor is it a treasure umbrella that covers the floating life, but the scripture pattern cast on it.

That's the real essence of the magic weapon.

In other words, the artifact itself is not a physical object. Only in this way will it appear in this illusory world, and only in this way can the Bo Xun Yuan Spirit be preserved for thousands of years.

The swirling font was closing, and when Shen Yi saw this, his thoughts moved slightly, and he saw that the font re-aggregated and turned into a behemoth that stood up for the sky and the earth.

Countless scriptures are imprinted on the circular pillar, there are Buddha statues carved on the top, the treasure is solemn, and there are demons imprinted on the low end, mysterious and unprovoked.

This seems to be another pillar of prayer, and it is also possible that it ······

Three thousand seven hundred figures came together and flew to coincide with Shen Yi, and I saw that his body flickered, turned into a heavenly dragon, hovered upward, turned into a monster, vicious and unprovoked, turned into a pig demon, devoured heaven and earth, turned into a violent ape, and was as high as the sky.

Many mental aspects evolved one by one, and then overlapped one by one, turning into a demon god with three sides and six arms, wrapped around the black dragon, and then turned into a surging humanoid mist, and finally returned to Shen Yi's true appearance.

The sutra stood on the side of the giant, was grasped by the giant, and suddenly swept away, shattering the dazzling Buddha light, and slammed it on the body of the thousand-armed Guanyin, creating a large circle.

The scriptures on the Mora Sutra resonate with the soul, and the weight of the Sutra is the weight of the soul.

"Bang!"

The stick was finally swept to the ground, and the Thousand-Armed Guanyin was also crushed to the ground, and the space was shattered, revealing nothingness, and the earth cracked, leaking out the pitch black like an abyss below.

This realm of nothingness originally relied on the Moluo Sutra to exist, and now the Moluo Sutra was obtained by Shen Yi, and the power that erupted in this place made this world unbearable.

"You ······"

The Thousand-Armed Guanyin gradually dispersed on the ground, revealing the figure of Master Ci'en.

He fell to the ground, and the compassion on his face was even more profound, "Amitabha, the Mora Sutra was born, and the people are in trouble. ”

"In this world, there is never chaos because of one person or one thing. Placing the root cause of chaos on one person and one thing is just a prevarication. ”

Shen Yi stood with the Moluo Sutra, and his calm face revealed the profundity of insight into people's hearts and the indifference of seeing through the world, like a Buddha and a demon, "Those who mess with the world are not the Moluo Sutra, not me, but the people of the world." ”

The words fell, and the Moluo Sutra fell down, and everything was empty, and the virtual image did not exist.

The world is broken.

························

The sky was getting dark, and it had been about half an hour since Shen Yi entered the tower.

The afternoon time is gone, and dusk is approaching, and the red sunlight shines through the gate of the stone tower, covering the two people and a donkey who are condensed in the middle with a red veil.

A cold light cut through the red of the setting sun, silently, as fast as it was fast, and in an instant, it had already fallen on the neck of a figure.

"Whew-"

The gushing blood rushed up a skull, and the shocked face seemed to tell the person who was caught off guard, accusing the murderer of not speaking of martial virtue.

"No. 1 on the list, invincible in the world, ho ho ho, your neck is not much harder than others."

The light flew into the shadows, and a hoarse and gloomy voice sounded slowly with disdain and pride.

However, at this moment, the head that was thrown into the air suddenly opened its eyes, and a pair of heavy pupils stared at the shadows, revealing a piercing coldness.

"The Moro Sutra."

He called softly, and the surrounding environment changed like a reverse flow of time, and the blood that spurted out of it flowed back, and the severed head returned to his neck, and even the sword light that swept into the shadows returned to the outside of the stone tower.

"Who are you?"

Shen Yi looked back and asked.

As he spoke, a series of fonts appeared on the inner wall of the stone tower, crawling like ants, and then flew out of the stone wall, combining into an illusory prayer building in the air, releasing a yellow light that seemed to be absent.

Shen Yi stretched out his hand gently, and the prayer building changed, turning into a large umbrella carved with countless scripture patterns and umbrella bones like a spine, which slowly fell from the air and was held in Shen Yi's hand.

"What is the relationship between you and the person who covets the Mora Sutra?"

Shen Yi gently turned the big umbrella, his fingers brushing his neck.

The taste of being beheaded is really novel and irritating, and the cold feeling is like laughing at one's own powerlessness, making people want to break the instigator to pieces.

It's just an illusion, but it's a really unpleasant feeling. Almost, I died, in this ridiculous way. ’

In response to Shen Yi, it was the still cold sword light, and that light cut through the crimson light again, as if it came from hell, with the breath of death, slashing towards Shen Yi's neck.

If there is an update tomorrow in the afternoon, it should be able to do more.

Today······ It can only be said that women will only hinder the speed of codewords.

(End of chapter)