Just when the act of destroying the deer city was hindered, it seemed that it was difficult to continue.

Seeing that the center of Lucheng, where a large number of people had gathered, began to collapse on its own.

It collapsed quickly, and there were several powerful bursts of energy, and before it had time to react, there were large crowds of people who were directly swept into the ruins of energy.

The golden bell rang in chaos, and a large number of cultivators began to flee in all directions.

And those ordinary people who are not capable of exercising the Dharma are even more embarrassed.

Looking at the cultivators who shuttled away from their side, looking at the Buddha light in the distance, they lost hope of life, and instead of blaming the deer god before they died, they began to curse those practitioners who ran away.

Under the pressure of death, some practitioners who were originally awakened by the Dharma also had a tendency to shake their minds and become 'trapped' again.

This is exactly the desperate strategy of the deer god.

There is a lot of Dharma Admiralty to confront him, and his strategy of channeling a lot of negative emotions to devour people's souls and degenerate into heavenly demons is hindered.

And the Five Elements Divine Light that was pushed backwards, although the momentum of disintegrating Jianlucheng was greatly slowed, it would still completely collapse Jianlucheng.

In this case, the deer god simply collapsed the city in the place where the crowd gathered the most.

The instinctive pursuit of survival dismantles their fragile beliefs that they picked up in an instant.

Sure enough, after a raid.

The light of the golden bells, which swayed in the city and shone in the dark night, began to dim and flicker.

The power of the Dharma comes not only from the practice, but also from the true element, but also from the mind.

It is precisely because of this that it has the characteristics of confronting and even targeting the Heavenly Demons.

At this time, many people's hearts were frightened and unstable.

Naturally, the power of the Dharma has also been greatly weakened.

Darkness... It's like the waves of the ocean at night, constantly spreading around.

One helpless person after another was pulled into the dark tide, burying their last struggles and cries in the black spots.

Suspended in the sky, it seemed to be a huge deer head separated by a dark canopy, completely blackened.

And then... The image of his deer began to blur and distort.

God feeds on man's faith.

Heavenly demons feed on human souls.

To put it bluntly, they all have a thirst for soul power.

It's just that the former is passive, and the latter is active.

Most of the deer gods, who had turned into heavenly demons, opened their mouths.

A large number of wailing and screaming souls were pulled out of the black 'tide' and finally returned to his mouth.

It's just a targeted manifestation of fear.

By the time those people were buried in darkness, they had already been eaten and wiped clean by the deer god.

At this time, such a scene was conjured, in order to just shake the rest... Those who are alive, they are still quite firm in their hearts.

The greed that wealth inspires can be momentary or illusory.

But the fear of death and the dissolution of the soul must be eternal and cannot be destroyed.

No matter how brave and powerful people are, there will inevitably be moments when they are full of fear and resistance to death.

I'm not afraid of death... But it does not mean that there is no fear of the death of relatives, parents, friends, lovers, and children.

If there is love in life, there will be fear.

If he is divorced from his lover, he is next to the devil's way.

Therefore, the choice of thought will always be like walking a tightrope.

One wrong step and one great terror is great.

One wrong step leads to great remorse.

"Damn! fight with him!" A man who watched his fellow brothers and teachers be swallowed by the 'black hole' caused by the deer god had tears in his eyes.

Then the Buddha light around him bloomed into a golden bell, rippling with a hard voice.

He manipulated his body and took the initiative to fly to the terrible sky, without hesitation... He also slammed into the shadow of the deer god with no effort.

Syllable!

It's like an inferior firework, powerlessly exploding in mid-air, splashing out a humble spark, without imaginary splendor or extreme burning.

Someone can burn and bloom happily on the dark stage in an instant.

And more people... Even if they choose to burn everything, the sparks they spill with their blood are just as humble, fragile and inconspicuous as their lives and lives.

At the end of the day... Some people just recognize that they are not the protagonists.

didn't recognize it clearly, not only are they not the protagonists, but they are not even supporting roles and tricks.

It's just a grand picture, those blurred backgrounds.

Whether it's life or death, whether it's gorgeous or dirty... It's all so indifferent, it's all so uncared for.

No one was curious about their past.

No one cares about their future.

Syllable!

Another inconspicuous 'flower' exploded in the sky.

It looked like mosquito blood that had been struck dead on the wall.

There is no tragedy, there is no spectacular... On the contrary, it seems disgusting and disgusting.

Bang Bang Bang!

More and more 'sparks', inconspicuous blooming.

They all seem to be crazy!

The deer god is not a real heavenly demon after all.

He doesn't understand... The ultimate in fear is mad rage.

I was scared to the extreme, and when the string in my head was broken, I no longer knew what fear was.

A charge that looks like death.

One by one, the inconspicuous light began to rush into the darkness that covered everything.

A little, a little, a little... Finally no longer lonely, finally no longer subtle, finally no longer inconspicuous, finally began to become brilliant.

A painting... In an inconspicuous corner, no one cares if there is a little more color on the backdrop.

But when the whole picture is full of new colors.

So even if none of them are the protagonists, even if they are all so humble.

But they change the whole picture, they change the whole background.

Still can't dominate the crowd, but the meaning of the painting... It has long been unrecognizable!

"You stupid bugs... You filthy, scumbag... I don't know what to do... The deer god was completely enraged.

In the extreme burning, the dead soul can no longer be eaten.

Especially... He is not a real Heavenly Demon, and he has never mastered the same ability to absorb positive emotions as Lin Xi once did.

"Amitabha! They are not bedbugs! They are warriors! They are the Buddhas who have truly read my Mahayana sutras. ”

"I... Titanium steel Mida, heard their call, heard their courage, and heard their call for help, so... I'm coming!"

"I'm here! Everyone will be safe!"

"Why... Because I am the strongest, the strongest, the strongest, the strongest, the most indestructible... Buddha!" In the void, an infinite silver light suddenly appeared.

In the silver light, a Buddha with titanium alloy flowing all over his body, stepping on an alloy mecha and holding a pulse cannon, appeared!