Long Yu's Wind and Thunder Demon Slashing Technique is extremely powerful, and with the use of the "Green Dragon Xuanjue", every attack carries the aura of destruction and destruction.

And Wu Zhen, with his mysterious body and Buddhist mysticism, defused every attack of Long Yu.

Their figures were churning in the night sky, and the occult arts of the dragon feather used lightning to cut through the sky, and the dragon groaned and vibrate, and the thunder was deafening.

Wu Zhen used his staff, chanting one or two Buddha mantras from time to time, and suddenly the void resounded with the majestic sound of Buddhist scriptures, accompanied by the powerful Buddha light mana, receiving moves, breaking moves, and making moves.

The entire night sky was shocked by their power, and it could be seen from a radius of hundreds of miles, a wonderful visual feast duel.

Long Yu's heart froze, "Dead monk, there really are two hits."

He began to give it his all, using everything he had learned, to try to defeat Gojin.

He manipulates the wind and thunder, forming a huge tornado, and once again tries to trap Gojin...

However, Wu Zhen covered himself with a huge Buddha statue and allowed it to attack in his whirlwind slash, but Long Yu's lightning attack was still ineffective against him, and he was stopped by the spirit image of his Buddha statue.

A gleam flashed in Wu Zhen's eyes, and he knew that it was time to deliver a fatal blow to Long Yu.

He folded his hands, his body shimmered with golden light, and a huge Buddha light emanated from him, like a round of sun, illuminating the entire night sky.

"Long Yu, obsessed, accept the judgment of the Buddha!"

Wu Zhen shouted, his body was like a meteor, soaring into the sky.

His staff slashed an arc in the air, bringing up a stream of Buddha light and heading straight for Long Yu.

Long Yu's face changed drastically, and he felt the power of Wuzhen's blow.

He gritted his teeth and mobilized the strength of his whole body, ready to meet Satoru's attack.

Rumble! Rumble!!

The forces of the two collided in the night sky, making a deafening sound. The entire night sky was shaken by their power, lightning pierced the sky, and the thunder was deafening.

Wow ~ poof......!

Long Yu spurted a mouthful of blood, shattering his internal organs, and most of Danhai's spiritual power was suddenly consumed under this blow.

"Martial Soul True Body!"

Long Yu couldn't win, but he was also serious, and suddenly let go of his hands and feet, and opened his true martial spirit.

This is the manifestation of the true body of the martial soul that he has never taken seriously, and he has never shown it in front of everyone, in the past, he secretly hid the appearance of the true body of the martial soul, but not today, if he hides it again, he doesn't want to win the battle at all.

Airplanes!

There was a humming sound in the void, and suddenly a spirit statue as high as a hundred feet high, but it was four heads.

To the east, there is a majestic statue of the god, like the majestic face of the king of heaven, holding a large mace in his left hand, and holding a pagoda in the palm of his right hand, looming all around. Look at the book

At a glance, you can tell that you have not awakened this divine martial spirit.

In the west, it is a solemn Buddha statue, with a face like Shakyamuni Buddha, standing with his left hand and holding the Buddha's palm in his right hand.

To put it bluntly, this Buddha martial soul has not awakened.

And the left and right in front of you—

To the south, there is an extremely terrifying and hideous statue of the Demon King, its eyes glowing with green firelight, proud of everything, its fangs are as black as zombies, its nostrils are like skeletons and bones, and its body is emitting billowing demonic smoke, and the power of darkness is all over the sky.

This heavenly demon soul awakens also!

And in the north, it is a handsome man.

Not only is he handsome, but he is also wearing a dragon robe and an emperor-level crown, exuding a powerful aura, his figure is tall and strong, his muscle lines are tight and powerful, and he exudes a vigorous momentum.

Yes, the true body of the person who cultivated the martial soul of Long Yu was the Hongmeng Emperor, who was the predecessor of his ten thousand years, and the son of darkness of the Heavenly Demon of Demon Cultivation, while the true bodies of the other two gods and Buddhas were not awakened, so they were bleak.

"Wow, isn't that what Emperor Hongmeng looks like?"

Those who had moved tens of thousands of meters out suddenly exclaimed.

Because he saw the true face of one of Long Yu's martial spirits, his face was very indifferent, as if he did not know human feelings, giving people an impression of being impersonal, isn't this the notorious ancient sinner Hongmeng Emperor?

"Wow~ so handsome!"

Countless female exclaimed, looking up at the tight fit, highlighting Hongmeng's strong pectoral muscles and biceps, all of them swallowed saliva, and their eyes were rosy.

At this moment, Long Wan'er was shocked, she didn't expect that Long Yu's rumored true appearance of the Hongmeng Emperor ten thousand years ago was so majestic and handsome, and it was ten thousand times more mature and domineering than the current Long Yu's immature handsomeness.

"Huh? Why do I think that Long Haotian's appearance is exactly the same as that of Emperor Hongmeng?"

"This...... Not to mention, it's just the same!"

"Hiss~! Isn't it, this Long Haotian is the reincarnation of the Hongmeng Emperor?"

"Wouldn't it? A cultivator is already going against the sky, and although his lifespan increases as he cultivates, once he becomes a cultivator, his soul will be scattered after death."

"Yes, immortal cultivators do not have the superiority of mortals to be reincarnated, and even the Great Emperor cannot escape the end of being scattered once he is destroyed."

Countless cultivators saw the clue, and their hearts were shocked.

But you say a word, I say a word, and we discuss it.

The monk folded his hands and persuaded him with kind words:

"Long Yu, don't you still admit to being enchanted? If you continue to be obsessed, your cultivation will enter the realm of eternal calamity, because you will not be able to suppress the evil of the Heavenly Demon Martial Soul at all."

"I'm not a demon, I'm just looking for my own path."

Long Yu's gaze was firm, he stood in the night sky on the scabbard, and the lightning reflected his figure, like a god of war.

He clenched his fists and felt the power of the martial soul of the dark power of the Heavenly Demon in his body surging wildly, but he was not controlled by this power, but became more awake.

"You're still obsessed!" The monk sighed:

"The old man accepted you as an apprentice so that you can awaken the Buddha's martial soul, so that you can suppress and balance the cultivation of humans, demons, and Buddhas at the same time, otherwise your demonic martial soul will definitely defeat the human martial soul, and you will become an authentic heavenly demon."

Hearing this, Long Yu was stunned.

It seems that this monk has a lot of sense, because he has also been afraid and worried about the realm of demon martial soul and human martial soul and the imbalance between it.

However, once he becomes his apprentice, won't he have so many beauties around him who can only take a look? I'm also a hot-blooded man, and my physiological needs are inevitable, so there seems to be no room for negotiation in this matter.

The monk saw at a glance that Long Yu was unwavering, and a big battle was inevitable.

Suddenly, he also opened his Buddha martial soul...

He clasped his hands together and uttered a Buddha name:

"Amitabha!"

The sound was volley-susceptible.

The sky is full of golden light, and the light of Buddha shines for nine days.

The staff suddenly burst out of a pillar of light and soared into the sky, and then became larger, and suddenly turned into a huge cross-kneeled Buddha statue as majestic as the Himalayas, with a solemn face and eyes half-open and half-closed, as if looking at everything in the world, with a compassionate expression.