Three surging sword tides swept half of the sky of Weishui Plain, Yun Lan's figure spun out, and the two Shengxue long-sleeved danced with the wind, in a trance, like an immortal descending from the sky.

Yun Lan rode a thousand and went straight to Yingzheng, and his figure swayed upwards with the sword tide around him, appearing just right above Yingzheng's head. The slender five fingers were spread out, and the palm of the soul was bright, and it was simply pressed towards the top of the Demon Emperor's head.

The ancients had clouds, and the immortals touched my top and gave me immortality.

The few crosses passed down by Taoism have made countless people yearn for cultivating and becoming immortals. How many people have traveled all over the world, isn't it just for the once-in-a-lifetime immortal opportunity, to see the real person's demeanor, and to get the long-awaited longevity second method?

But Yun Lan, who returned from Huangquan, obviously did not want to grant the Demon Emperor Yingzheng Immortal Method. He is the Northern Ghost Emperor who dominates Luo Yu Mountain in the Huangquan Realm, and in terms of status and strength, he is not inferior to Yingzheng by half a point. His palm is against the sky, and the other hand is immortal!

Demon Emperor Yingzheng raised his hand to block it with his divine power, but the golden light on Yun Lan's body from the wish power of the Buddha Gate of Jiuhua Mountain was operating on its own at this time, and he only needed to dissolve most of the demonic power that Ying Zheng shot at in an instant.

Ying Zheng snorted, and his demonic body fell like a meteor in Weishuiyuan, smashing the earth-shattering loud bang on the chest of Yi Duzi and Da Worship.

The two of them trembled, and the Demon Emperor fell behind in one look?

Yun Lan stood expressionlessly in the air, blood flowed from his right palm hanging down his sleeve, overlooking the crater with a diameter of 1,000 zhang on the land of Weishui Yuan, silently.

He didn't expect that his "Broken Immortality", which was similar to the judge pen in the hands of King Yama who judged life and death, could kill him with one blow. Cultivating to the level of the Divine Journey Realm, without fighting each other, there is basically no situation where you can kill instantly with a single blow. The Divine Journey Realm is the last scenery in the second step realm, and it is not far from the third step of the great realm that can master the laws of heaven and earth, but if you have been immersed in it for a long enough time, you will always be able to realize some such and such methods.

For example, the Demon Emperor Yingzheng was touched by the palm of the broken immortal, that palm contained Yun Lan's endless killing power, if he was really unprepared to suffer such a blow, Rao is cultivation of the body of the Divine Journey Realm, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape the end of serious injury. But Ying Zheng just relied on the instinctive intuition that had been honed after a long time of immersion in the Divine Journey Realm, and when his supernatural powers were destroyed by most of the Buddha's will, he put the demonic qi in his body between the top of his head and the sea of consciousness, and successively laid a thousand dense demonic qi barriers.

Yun Lan's divine thoughts were clearly perceived, and his immortal divine power was like a bamboo after stroking the top, but after destroying the nine hundred and ninety-seven layers of barriers laid by Ying Zheng, it finally dissipated invisibly, leaving Ying Zheng only slightly injured, and his right palm was also bleeding because of the shock of the entire thousand demonic qi barriers.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, "It's still impossible to cultivate at home, otherwise this palm can directly slap Yingzheng to death, and it will be good to vent evil anger to the second junior brother and the junior brother." ”

Yun Lan paused in the air to look in the direction of Kyushu, carefully sensing the aura of his own sword. In his eyes, the world suddenly had a thin red line connected to his hand, and the other end seemed to extend to the distant Kunlun Mountains in Kyushu.

His face was a little strange, it stands to reason that he fell in Jiayuguan back then, and his father should have taken back his sword, why is he in Kunlun Mountain at this moment?

But he really sensed the sword qi he preferred, and just wanted to try to recall it, but he was suddenly stunned, and the lips and teeth that had just opened slightly did not make any sound.

For he sensed once again that his sword now seemed to be in her hand.

The crying girl who cried in front of all the soldiers of the Kunlun Xinghai Department back then and said that she would not lose to herself again.

Uncle Ran is gone, she should be very sad, right?

She should be very haggard when she provokes Kunlun Liangliang alone, right?

Then let the preference accompany you again.

Preference, preference. The sword also refers to the man.

The corners of Yun Lan's mouth were gentle, his right hand came out of his sleeve, and the sky was full of cloud qi and sword qi in his gathered hand to gather into a sword as bright as blood. The white-clothed blood sword is indescribably gorgeous.

In the huge crater, a surging demonic qi as black as night rose from the ground, and a roar of anger and depravity came out, and it swept towards the clouds in the sky.

Senior Brother Yun Lan's left palm was spread out, and countless small and cold sword qi swam around in the palm of his hand, full of spirituality, and he could really hear the sound of the tide when he listened carefully, as if he used his palm to contain thousands of sword qi in rivers and lakes.

It truly shows the mystery of heaven and earth creation in every square inch.

He pressed his left palm on the blood sword, attached the aura of the sword tide to the sword, and then gently pulled it, cutting the palm of his hand, and the sword qi tide suddenly turned into a palpitating blood red.

Yun Lan's movements seemed to be slow, like an immortal raising a sword, and he couldn't tell how many blood-red flying swords were pouring down like a majestic rain, and he had the posture of drowning Yingzheng in it.

Ying Zheng, who could be said to be swept away in front of Yi Duzi and the Great Offering, had a hideous face, looking at the majestic blood-red sword rain and tide in front of him, and the unprecedented riot of the pitch-black demonic qi around him, his voice at the moment made people feel like he was in the cold winter.

"Demon God Change!"

Ying Zheng's cold voice resounded throughout Weishui Plain, and the white of the fish belly that had been exposed in the distance was engulfed by darkness again, and a huge phantom full of endless evil appeared behind Ying Zheng out of thin air, like the most insurmountable mountain in the world.

All kinds of negative emotions in Ying Zheng's eyes are intertwined, and the phantom that appears behind him at this moment is the demon god clone of the demon world invited by the great divine power in the air, and its principle is not the same as the Taoist Dragon and Tiger Mountain can invite a wisp of the soul of the first generation of ascended heavenly masters.

At this moment, Yingzheng's strength is far from being comparable to before.

The great worship who fell into a melee with Chang Xi and others had already set off a storm in his heart.

According to the classics, the Demon Emperors of all dynasties will have this kind of top-notch supernatural power that can invite the demon god clone from the other realm. Although the power of this magic spell is amazing, the consumption of the caster is also unimaginably huge, and it is a double-edged sword in every sense.

This kind of supernatural power at the bottom of the box is usually only used in the last battle, but His Majesty only used the magic power of the demon god after fighting with the young man who didn't know the origin for a while. Is that person too strong, or does His Majesty know that he doesn't have much chance of winning?

Ying Zheng's hands suddenly turned into demonic and hideous ghost claws, with the backs of his hands facing inwards and his palms facing outwards, making a strange gesture that seemed to force open a door.

The Demon God Phantom behind him, which was like a substance, made the same move.

The blood-red sword qi is like a bead, weaving a deep curtain. The demon-like sharp protrusions on Ying Zheng's hands pierced into the blood-red bead curtain, and the pitch-black demonic qi and blood-red sword qi showed a tendency to fight against each other. Following the bulge, his two palms pierced deeply into the blood-red bead curtain that fell from the sky, causing the majestic sword qi rain curtain to appear to a visible stagnation.

It was as if time had stopped flowing.

The only evidence that could let everyone around him know that time was still flowing, and that was the piercing sound of gold and iron emitted when Ying Zheng's palms came into contact with the blood-red sword qi at this moment.

The thousand-zhang tall demon god's phantom power can pull out the mountain, and two white bone arms that are the size of mountain peaks pierce into the sword qi bead curtain, and with Ying Zheng's movements, a terrifying force of more than ten million catties suddenly erupted to both sides, tearing open this blood-red sword qi bead curtain, triggering a series of explosions of heaven and earth visions.

But the next moment, before Ying Zheng could speak proudly, behind the clear sword qi bead curtain, the young immortal wearing the white-clothed Shengxue holding the blood sword walked straight towards him.

Ying Zheng and the arms of the Demon God Phantom behind him were stretched out to the sides to the extreme, as if he had opened a door for Yun Lan on purpose.

The young immortal raised his hand and slapped it on the forehead of the Demon Emperor Yingzheng.

Yun Lan said expressionlessly: "Since one palm can't be achieved, let's have another palm." ”

This palm penetrated Ying Zheng's body, and even affected the condensation of the Demon God's phantom, and the sound of wind and thunder continued to echo in the sky for a long time.

The face of the two demons who had not recovered from the imperial envoy's serious injuries was indescribably ugly, and his opponent was this young monk with a solemn appearance. Before, he heard from afar that they seemed to call this monk a bodhisattva, but he didn't pay attention to it. It doesn't matter if you are a monk or a bodhisattva, can you still become a Buddha in the demon realm?

Yi Juezi was covered in cold sweat, and he now felt as if it was possible.

On the surface, this young monk seemed to only have the cultivation of the early stage of the Divine Journey Realm, and he had not used any great Buddhist supernatural powers from beginning to end. But against him, who was already in the middle of the Divine Journey Realm, he unexpectedly did not fall to the slightest advantage, just standing there and reciting the Prajna Sutra that made him irritable, and easily defused all his attacks.

Seeing that the Demon Emperor Yingzheng didn't seem to be asking for any benefits in front of his opponents, Yi Jiezi was frightened and already had the idea of smearing oil on the soles of his feet. He is not the most obedient dog at Ying Zheng's feet, just a Demon Sect Sect Master who has been recruited. Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the east wind of the second prince to see if he could seek greater benefits for himself, but who would have expected that he would be mired in today's quagmire.

He had already begun to regret in his heart, the master who had led him to the path of demons at the beginning had told him when he was dying that he must not be involved with the Ying royal family, otherwise he would definitely bring blood and light to himself and Zhulu Mountain. Later, he did not withstand the coercion and temptation of the Ying royal family, and became a dog that bites people at the feet of Ying Zheng.

Now when I want to turn back, I realize that I have been too deeply involved and can't extricate myself.

The thoughts in Yi Duzi's heart turned rapidly, but everything was only in a blink of an eye. Yi Duzi opened his arms, and all the demonic qi within a radius of a hundred miles around him converged back towards him, and he was all injected into the bodies of the two demons. The two demons with chilling faces were covered in boiling water, and countless palm-sized bubbles writhed like living creatures, which was the sequelae of being forcibly urged by Yi Jiezi with the method of filth.

The two demons wailed in the almost crazy infused demonic energy, and the two bodies began to merge, and the two mad faces became one after the other, flipping back and forth, one with joy and one with compassion. But no matter how you look at it at the moment, it looks like a silent cry.

Yi Duanzi's Sen Ran demonic aura turned into a bright red robe, draped over the body of the demon who was fused into one, like a red-robed ghost in the strange Tales of Liaozhai.

The amazing young monk with a big identity and a big background clasped his palms together, looked at the red-robed ghost, and then returned his gaze to Yi Juezi, and said softly: "Originally, the little monk came to the Demon Domain with a few donors, and he had no intention of opening the killing ring, even if you were the sect master of the Demon Sect of Zhulu Mountain who did all kinds of evil, put down the butcher's knife and sincerely repented, it may not be impossible to reform yourself." ”

The Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth looked at the red-robed ghost who didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, and his eyes that had been ancient and waveless rarely fluctuated with sorrow, because he found that this ghost fused by the two demons was actually refined by the flesh and blood of countless Buddhist disciples.

He said slowly: "But now the little monk has changed his mind. ”

"Don't be ashamed, life and death have their own lives, you want me to die, you don't want to live!"

Yi Duzi urged the Demon Dao Technique to an unprecedented extreme, covered in pitch-black flames, only revealing scarlet eyes, and the red-robed ghosts and ghosts were fighting each other to kill the Jizo King Bodhisattva, he had a plan in his heart, as long as he hit this bald donkey hard, so that he could no longer catch up with him. He immediately turned around and returned to Zhulu Mountain, for the Demon Emperor Yingzheng, he asked himself that he had done his best to be benevolent and righteous!

The Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth stepped out, and the fiery red robe on his shoulder flew out on its own, giving birth to a magnificent and unparalleled red river under his feet. The Bodhisattva gave birth to lotus step by step, and for a time the turbulent red river floated one golden lotus after another.

Yi Juezi, who was covered in pitch-black demonic flames, forcibly broke into the red long river, and only a dozen zhang deep into the long river, his body was hot as if it was about to melt. The red river water laps on both banks, and every drop of river water is actually so small that the naked eye can not distinguish Buddhist Sanskrit.

A burst of Buddhist singing suddenly sounded in Yi Juezi's ears.

It is a strict mantra used in Buddhism to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

The red-robed ghost had deformed limbs on his body, pulling a series of phantoms across the red river, and in the endless Buddhist wishing power, he hissed miserably, so that his cheeks began to melt like candles, making it even more terrifying.

The simple Buddha King Jizo Bodhisattva raised his hand and punched out the seal of pure karma, and moved forward with one palm.

Gently caressing the top of the head of the red-robed ghost, great mercy and compassion.

The Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth opened his mouth and said: "You are a karmic body forged by the flesh and blood of countless Buddhist disciples, and true spiritual wisdom was born in the forcible fusion of the Yiduzi, but the murder you committed before is not yours, don't make mistakes again and again, turn back." ”

The red-robed ghost let out a series of extremely terrible wails, and the strong killing in his body fought with the Buddha's thoughts and celestials who were left because of the flesh and blood of countless Buddhist disciples, and finally after the red-robed ghost curled up into a ball, he willingly sank into the red river and disappeared.

I was going to stage a scene where I was going to make a noise, and my heart was like ashes in an instant!

At the end of the last word of the Buddha's mantra, countless golden lotus flowers bloomed in the long river of red under the feet of the Bodhisattva transformed by the robe, and the river swelled to a thousand zhang long and wide in an instant, and suddenly rose to the blue sky, like a group of dragons ascending to heaven.

Deep in the middle of the river, the mighty and scorching Buddha wish power melted, and half of his body was weak, and he realized how stupid he was, and he threw himself into the net.

Yi Duzi, who was destined to be the last sect master of Zhulu Mountain, finally let out an unwilling roar: "You are not in the Divine Journey Realm at all!"

The young monk with a delicate face who had just stepped into the Buddha Gate clasped his hands together and said softly.

"The little monk never said that he was in the Divine Journey Realm. ”

The long river of red stretched for thousands of feet swayed into the sky from all angles, and then closed in the sky, like a fiery red lotus blooming in the demon world.