The golden Buddha light surged forward like a wave, and the void appeared a mysterious change.

The gray and black hills lit up green, and the shattered square ground became whole again.

Between the shadows and shadows, there seem to be countless Buddhas shuttling on the top of the mountain, and the loud Zen chanting and the melodious bells spread the world.

The Buddha's light seemed to be slow and fast, and when he shone on the old demon, he was shocked to find that his body could not move, his feet could not move, and he watched the golden Buddha's big hand grasp him in the palm of his hand.

The Buddha's hand did not exert any force, but a sharp pain came from him.

The old crane demon was busy sweeping his senses, and he saw countless scars appear in his body, and a terrifying force seemed to pinch his body again.

What kind of supernatural power is this?

Unexpectedly, not long ago, he was pinched and exploded by that demon hand!

The old crane was so frightened that his face distorted, and he hurriedly burned his whole body's divine energy, regardless of the loss of the origin, activated the ancient blood, and raised the black and white feather fan with great difficulty, and swung it down suddenly.

In an instant, a space storm rose from under its feet, roaring into the sky, dancing like a demon dragon, completely enveloping the old demon's figure.

The tornado pillar isolated the golden Buddha light, and the violent spatial turbulence bombarded the golden Buddha hand.

There was a loud "boom" sound, and the destructive storm hit the ground with the light debris of the Buddha's hand flying away, gradually collapsing.

Master Dingxuan was surprised, he didn't expect that the old demon was so powerful that he could isolate his ancient Buddha power, and the void tornado even hit his illusory Buddha light hand to the ground and was about to collapse.

He was busy exerting his strength, but suddenly felt a mysterious and abnormal power fall on the Buddha's hand.

By a miracle, the golden Buddha's hand suddenly lost control and completely collapsed.

"It's ......"

The master's eyes were shocked, and he opened his mouth to speak, and suddenly there was a roar in the sky, and the void tornado swooped down suddenly, slamming into the ground.

"Old bald donkey, die!"

The Storm of Destruction slammed into the top of the mountain, killing the Master, and enveloping the ruins behind the Master.

The tornado pillar was like a demon dragon that destroyed the world, writhing and rolling wildly, rolling the mountains and rocks into powder, and the violent turbulence rushed in all directions.

The golden Buddha light contracted rapidly, firmly blocking the front, leaving a safe place for everyone behind them.

Master Dingxuan stared ahead, looking at the vague figure in the gray and black storm, trembling with difficulty.

Unconsciously, a thick aura of death permeated from the master's body, and he was like a dead old tree, about to decay.

"Old monk, you are following the path of the 'Ancient Buddha'! The supernatural power just now, going back to time and space, can actually restore the fact that I was pinched and exploded by the devil not long ago, I have to say that it is really subtle and mysterious!"

The shrill voice got closer and closer, and the old crane demon stepped forward step by step, but his tone was full of coldness in admiration, "It's a pity that you failed to break through the Heavenly Immortals, and your whole body was exhausted, and you were already on the verge of death, and you had no power to kill me."

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to break that magical power so easily!"

What? Master Dingxuan has run out of vitality?

"Ancestor!"

When Lingming, Lingxin and other little monks heard the words of the old demon, they were extremely frightened, and they stepped forward one after another, came behind the master, and looked at the vague figures walking in the storm one by one with grief and indignation.

"You're lucky, this should be your last resort, right?

It's a pity that you can't kill me!

This proves that God still favors me, and you are destined to become a sacrifice to my stepping immortals today......!

The sound of wild laughter shook the sky and stirred the storm.

The old crane demon kept fanning the black and white feather fan, setting off an endless void storm, and a golden Buddha light slammed in front of him, and the shield that the Buddha light turned into was constantly shattered.

There seems to be an invisible mysterious force that guides the storm to keep bombarding the weak spot of the Buddha's light shield.

The power of destruction was raging, and Master Dingxuan's body was constantly trembling, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with golden blood.

The little monks such as Lingming on the side of the ground were terrified and frightened, and they called around the master.

Lin You strode forward, slapped his palm on the master's vest, and injected the surging vitality of the "Heart of Life" in his body into the master's body, hoping to replenish the master's vitality and let him show his might.

However, useless!

The gentle and pure vitality poured into the master's body, as if he had disappeared into a black hole, and there was no trace of it.

A kind of inexplicable dead silence disk returned to the master's body, devouring all vitality.

"It's useless!"

Sensing the vitality pouring into the palm of the young man, the master shook his head slightly, "I failed to break through the Seven Dao Paths, the origin has long been empty, and it has been a miracle to be able to hold on until now, no matter how much vitality there is, it is useless!"

Unless, if you put the heart of life directly into your body and replace your origin with a divine object, you may be able to persevere.

But in that case, sooner or later, he will turn into a puppet, no different from a walking corpse, but this is not taken by Ding Xuan.

Master Dingxuan was in a calm mood, watching the old demon in front of him walk step by step, and hurriedly said to everyone behind him: "Go and find the colorful glass, be sure to find it before I can't support it, so that I can send you away at the end!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden Buddha light rose into the sky again, trying to clear the storm from all sides.

Light gold blood continued to overflow from the corners of the master's mouth, and the trembling and thin body looked extremely compassionate.

The master has done everything he can to fight for them.

Lin You's heart was full of respect, he gritted his teeth and turned around, walked into the ruins again, and frantically searched for it.

Not only him, but Lingming, Lingxin, and other monks, all of them were crazy to find the colorful glass, and even the little spirit immortals joined in.

The storm of destruction was terrifying, sweeping the heavens and the earth, and the raging tide was raging, turning all the bulges on the top of the mountain into powder.

Only the small area blessed by the light of the master Buddha is still unharmed.

"Old thing, how long can you hold out?"

The old demon who came from the wind smiled fiercely, the blurred figure gradually became clear, and the black and white feather fan rolled up with terrifying power.

In his eyes, Master Dingxuan was like a little light in the wind, and it was about to go out.

Seeing the blood flowing from the other party's mouth, his body trembling, and the appearance that he was about to die but never retreated, he admired this old monk a little.

It's a pity that as an enemy, the old demon is not merciful, but the black and white feather fan in his hand is waving faster.

Knowing the weirdness of the ruins of Lingshan, it will inevitably change later, and the old crane demon is also desperate to quickly remove Master Dingxuan.

He did his best to wield his magical powers, wielded his mysterious power, chose his fate, and annihilated one variable after another in nothingness.

The smile on the corner of Master Dingxuan's mouth became brighter and brighter.

Sensing the power of the void, he let out a leisurely voice.

"The path of the immortal's 'Xuan Zhou Life' is really mysterious. Choosing their fate and letting everything develop in a direction for their own good is really terrifying!"

No wonder this old demon can hit the weak point of his own protection with every blow, it turns out that the other party continues to choose a favorable fate as a result!

Come to think of it, in the eyes of the other party, the fate line that is favorable to the enemy is constantly cut off, and everything is tilting towards the favorable side of the old demon.

As long as there is enough time, he will definitely be able to break his own protection and completely strangle everyone.

It's a pity that his own path has been broken, and he can't control the "early ancient" path without supreme supernatural powers, otherwise......

Master Dingxuan was helpless in his heart, and suddenly his eyes froze, "But if you want to break it so easily, you ...... Think too much!"

"The past and the present, yesterday, the autumn leaves are yellow, last year, still hometown, the clear heart is the same as the beginning, and the heart is constant through the ages!"

"Nam no Amitabha, donor, do you remember when you were a child?"

This question seemed to be an old man next door snorting at random.

Master Dingxuan suddenly pursed his lips and smiled at the old crane, like a Buddha holding flowers.

In an instant, the immeasurable golden brilliance shone on the heavens and the earth, and ripples rippled in time and space.

In the eyes of the old crane, the old monk smiled like the Buddha in the temple, giving people a sense of incomparable compassion.

The golden light surged, his eyes suddenly blurred, and the whole person spun around, falling inexplicably.

When he stood firm, he found himself in front of a familiar and dilapidated tiled house.

"It's ...... It's mine...... Home?"

The familiar dilapidated tiled house in front of him, the broken door reclining, hidden in the void.

Through the crack in the door, in the dimly lit room, on a rotten wooden bed, a figure of his unforgettable figure lay weakly.

The sorrow hidden in his heart suddenly gushed out like a spring, and in the blur of tears, he stretched out his hand violently and was about to push forward, but he was shocked to see that his hands had become thin and yellow.

Looking down, he turned into a skinny boy in tattered clothes!

Who's this?

Isn't that me?

The old crane reflexively raised his hand and touched his neck, the painful touch came, and when he reached out, his palm was bloody.

"Yes, this is what I looked like when I was a kid!"

He remembered that it was when he was a child.

He was born weird, with feathers on his neck, so he was often bullied and ostracized by children in the same village.

And at this time, it was the day when the feathers on his neck were forcibly plucked by those people, the day when the most important person in his life died, and the day when he was transformed.

"Got it~"

Cicadas chirped in their ears, footsteps sounded in the distance, and roaring people rushed straight to the dilapidated huts with all kinds of sickles and hoes.

"Hehe, hehe! That's a ...... Interesting!"

The cold face was like ice, but there were blood and tears flowing out of the eyes of the old crane demon, his body trembled violently, and he slowly turned around and looked directly at the group of angry villagers, "It'......s been a long time! Scum!"

The immature voice came out, and the villagers who rushed to it were furious.

"Little monster, what about your monster mother? It's all her, and the village has no harvest. ”

"Yes, she said that she would disperse the locust plague, but those locusts have not disappeared at all, but more of them!"

"It must be that she cast a spell to anger the locust god, everyone pulled her out and sacrificed her to the locust god, and the locust god will definitely forgive us in Crane Village!"

"Pull her out!"

"Sacrifice to the locust god!"

"Pull her out!"

......

The fierce faces were full of malice, and a group of villagers rushed to the gate of the broken house with red eyes, holding all kinds of sickles and hoes aloof.

"Hahaha......"

In front of the gate, the thin young boy laughed wildly, ignored a group of rushing villagers, and said loudly: "Old monk, you really ...... Angered me!"

Rumble!

A terrifying wave of qi burst out from the young child, knocking out all the villagers who rushed forward.

The villagers were stunned and looked at the young children one by one, but in the blink of an eye, they were furious.

"Okay! This little monster dares to resist!"

"It's the other way around! Sacrifice him to the locust god together!"

......

Listening to the curses, looking at the faces that were fierce and inward-looking, the child's immature face suddenly became extremely evil.

"You guys, give it all to me...... Die!"

With a "bang", the child's hands turned into black and white wings, and they suddenly spread horizontally, slashing forward like sharp blades.

A "whoosh" pierced the void, and one by one the heads flew up, blood rushing to the sky.

The toddler stood in the rain of blood and hissed and laughed, "Hahaha...... A bunch of scum, all to death!".

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a thousand, ten thousand, all the ...... of Hechun All of them are going to die!"

The emaciated figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, rushed into the village, went door to door, and killed all the old and weak women and children in Nahe Village.