Thundered!

With a loud bang, Nanyuan Mountain seemed to collapse in half, and a figure stood on the top of the remaining big mountain, watching Wei Lingjun and countless mountain households fleeing.

The huge figure had three heads and six arms, among which the face holding the vajra was angry, the one holding the jade bottle was unhappy or sad, and the one holding the bowl was smiling.

This is the world today. The corpse Buddha glanced at the people who were frantically fleeing at the bottom of the mountain, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and then he jumped high and fell into the middle of the crowd of people who were fleeing frantically.

Rumble!

The corpse Buddha smashed up nearly fifty meters of dust, then stood up, grabbed a person who had just landed nearby, tore his neck and poured blood into his abdomen, and the originally black and dry skin began to quickly regain its plumpness.

"Monsters! Run!"

Some people had just woken up from the loud noise, and they got up on their hands and feet, intending to escape, but they didn't want the corpse Buddha behind them, although it was slow, there was no gap between killing one person and another.

It seems that as soon as one person's blood is drunk, it will appear behind the other person, gently tearing his neck, or his entire body.

Blood drifted with dust, and quickly fell to the ground, as if it had quickly turned into a blood-soaked hell.

"Amitabha...... The poor monk did not want to commit murder without permission...... "The corpse Buddha walked up to a child, and the child's Buddha nature was so grand that the corpse Buddha actually sat cross-legged in front of the child and began to talk.

"I ...... I don't know......" The child looked at the appearance of the three-headed six-armed corpse Buddha becoming more and more weird, and opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly felt as if he was hoarse.

"That's a shame. The corpse Buddha sighed and left directly, not devouring the child's blood.

This kind of blood mixed with the innate Buddha nature does not seem to be a great tonic for the corpse Buddha.

The child finally felt as if his head had fallen to the side and looked at his body.

The body of the corpse Buddha is like a vulture that has been flying, and it finds the benefactor in its own image in the air, and goes down quickly, asking him if the Buddha nature is heavier, and killing him directly if the Buddha nature is lighter.

He has long lost his Buddha side and has become a real demon.

A figure suddenly ran out of the Buddha Body Temple in the middle of the mountain, and the person couldn't fly, but just ran close to the ground, and after a while, he had already arrived at the boundary of the collapsed half of the mountain.

It was Wei Zhongling, Wei Zhongling looked at the devastation, took a deep breath and looked at the corpse Buddha.

At this time, the three-headed and six-armed corpse Buddha had turned his skin purple, with black patterns on his purple skin, and an alternative Dharma seal on the eyebrows of each head.

The corpse Buddha also suddenly felt a powerful luck, and when he looked up, he saw that a woman was staring at him in the distance, holding a long purple knife in her hand.

"Amitabha, this female benefactor. The corpse Buddha looked at Wei Zhongling and smiled, and there was even a little handsomeness on his face.

Wei Zhongling's figure pulled back, the long knife in his hand was clenched, and the corpse Buddha was already in front of him in one step, and the long knife in his hand slashed through an elegant and straight knife light on the top of the corpse Buddha's head.

The top of the corpse Buddha's head thundered like metal, and it actually bounced the end blade of wisdom away, and only a white mark appeared on the top of his head, not even broken skin.

The corpse Buddha suddenly threw a punch, and the other hand holding the vajra smashed down directly. Wei Zhongling couldn't resist it, the long knife cut down the vajra, stretched out his hand and slapped the corpse Buddha's fist, and the whole person retreated nearly 100 meters.

Wei Zhongling retreated a long distance before he slowly stood firm, and his right hand was still trembling.

The power of the corpse Buddha is so powerful.

The corpse Buddha did not give up, and rushed to Wei Zhongling, the three sides continued to change, and the fist magic weapon in his hand also kept changing, for a while, the palm of his hand was like a bodhisattva holding flowers, and for a while, the fist was like King Kong descending into the world, and the various miracles of the three magic weapons were endless, and Wei Zhongling, who was beaten, had no power to fight back, and he was defeated and retreated, and he was almost about to be killed alive.

"Why don't you send me down and help me attain a Buddha of Joy?" the corpse Buddha turned into a smile and happily extended an invitation to Wei Zhongling.

Wei Zhongling snorted coldly and stretched out his right hand.

"Just ask him. ”

The karmic fire suddenly rolled out, and the nearly 100 meters in front of him were wrapped in black-red flames, and then gathered into a lotus flower. Wei Zhongling gently pry the lotus flower, and the lotus flew directly into the sky and exploded.

However, the figure of the corpse Buddha was not damaged, and even the somewhat burning black pants were quickly extinguished, and after falling to the ground, except for some embarrassment, there was no reaction.

But in the eyes of the corpse Buddha, the red lotus karmic fire just now almost burned itself through, and almost detonated all the karma without defense, if it was ignited directly, I am afraid that it would take a long time for this fire to be extinguished.

"Something, I didn't even kill you this time?" Wei Zhongling was a little surprised, Karmic Fire was extremely useful for this kind of demons and monsters who like to kill, but he didn't expect that this time he didn't even seriously injure the corpse Buddha.

The corpse Buddha pronounced a Buddha horn, changed his face to anger, and the whole person flew over.

Wei Zhongling slowly closed his eyes, the whole person quietly felt the surroundings, and then suddenly opened a pair of bright eyes, and the long knife in his hand almost trembled, but suddenly pressed on the body of the corpse Buddha.

The blade of the long knife almost broke through the purple skin of the corpse Buddha, but it couldn't break it after all.

"Ha!" The corpse Buddha raised the vajra high, but he didn't expect that Wei Zhongling's second knife was much faster than the first, and the angle was even more tricky, if he let it go, he would probably be cut off half of his head.

And Wei Zhongling's posture has already left the full range of his vajra, even if he smashes it down, I'm afraid it won't be good.

Compared with the two evils, the corpse Buddha finally chose to resist, and after a sound, the vajra was cut out of a trace.

No one knows how strong Wei Zhongling's knife is, but the strong people in the ancient period all know a set of sword techniques of the golden dragon, a total of nineteen knives, and the nineteenth knife is enough to kill the immortals!

Three knives, four knives, five knives!

Wei Zhongling danced, and the long knife in his hand flew like a butterfly, jumping between the two, slashing at the corpse Buddha from time to time.

The sixth knife had already cut off half of the corpse Buddha's arm, a purple arm had been cut in half, and the remaining half was barely there.

But this has also slowly reached Wei Zhongling's limit, her limit is the seven swords, if the seventh sword fails to kill the corpse Buddha, there may also be some dangers.

Wei Zhongling saw the opportunity, and a knife seemed to slash at the head of the corpse Buddha, and the corpse Buddha showed a smile, as if the treacherous plan had succeeded.

The blade flashed through time and space, quickly disappeared, and reappeared!