The Longshan Festival is still going on, all kinds of Zen machines are continuous, all kinds of fighting methods, it depends on who can play better than whom.

At this moment, thousands of miles away on the White Bone Mountain, in a temple made of human skulls, under the statue of the Buddha dyed black with the blood of all living beings and with a fierce face, there is a big monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, wearing a black robe, with a large depression in his chest, lying at the foot of the Buddha statue, his mouth is constantly spitting out the pieces of internal organs, but his mouth is still bursting with terrifying laughter like a night owl.

"What a lot of strength! What a lot of strength! There really are people in the world who are born with such divine powers. If the old man can eat you, he will immediately attain the path of the evil Buddha. While spitting black blood in his mouth, while talking, the great monk quietly took out a black blood-stained short knife from the foot of the Buddha statue.

This is a boning knife, the white bone Buddha has been passed down from generation to generation, stained with countless blood, entangled with endless souls.

The great monk stabbed the boning knife directly into his heart.

The blade entered the chest, and hundreds of thousands of unjust souls took the short knife as the core, constantly pouring out, and then gnawed at the body of the great monk.

At the same time, a touch of black and gold began to spread on the body of the great monk, faintly possessing a trace of true Buddha body.

The unjust souls on the boning knife are the unjust souls of the innocents killed by the White Bone Buddha Sect for generations, and as the inheritor of the White Bone Buddha Sect, the human bone master is naturally the object of the curse of these unjust souls.

So the moment the knife stabbed him in the chest, all the unjust spirits burst out and wanted to eat him clean.

But at the same time, the human bone master also runs the method passed down from generation to generation by the White Bone Buddha, which contains the meaning of the Buddha in the past to cut meat and feed eagles, and in the great terror, he gave birth to great mana and great magical powers.

In an instant, he forcibly broke through a gap between mortals and the Buddha, smashed open the door of the True Buddha, and temporarily borrowed the power of the True Buddha.

The White Bone Buddha Sect has accumulated the strength of nearly a thousand years, and this special method borrowed from this special method exploded in an instant at this moment.

The human bone master was half golden, half demon-ridden, with compassion on the one hand, and a hideous look at the man in front of him who was holding a halberd, and his cultivation was not high, but his brute strength was almost splitting the sky, and he gritted his teeth.

"You have to eat him! If you can't eat him, you will prove the way of the evil Buddha. Then in less than half an hour, I will be eaten by hundreds of thousands of unjust souls, and I won't even be able to run away from the primordial gods at that time. The human bone master pinched the mercy seal with both hands, and a black-gold evil Buddha phantom behind him had already risen, and the black palm flipped over, pressing down towards the man holding the halberd as if the sky had fallen.

It is almost equivalent to a blow from the true Buddha, how strong is it?

Such a force was unleashed unleashed unbridledly, enough to sink a small piece of land.

This is the real forbidden power.

Even if today's human bone master eats the man in front of him, proves the path of the evil Buddha, and achieves the true Buddha, he will have to bear huge karma in the future and pay a heavy price for today's palm.

But the master of human bones does not regret it.

If he doesn't have this palm now, he won't have a future.

As a big devil derived from Buddhism, he has long been accustomed to fighting and killing, and he will not ask the man in front of him who has infinite strength and seems to have infinite energy, why he wants to hit the White Bone Mountain and kill other bone monks.

Living in the world, either I eat people, or people eat me, that's all.

In the face of this palm that covered the sky and the sun, it seemed that he had the power to sink everything, but the man holding the halberd stood still, watching the giant palm that penetrated the clouds, penetrated the mountains, and collapsed all the pressure.

As I got closer, the texture of the palm was as deep and vast as the mountains, rivers and mountains.

"It's kind of interesting, I've seen a similar palm before, but... That's much more powerful!" With the halberd in one hand, the man's long hair was furious, and the muscles under his clothes were raised high, and he slammed it upwards with a fierce blow, and then flicked it willfully, dancing wildly.

Hum··· ！

An audio that exceeds what a normal human ear can catch flies in all directions.

Everything was annihilated by this invisible sound wave.

And the huge black-gold Buddha palm was also torn apart by the man's halberd, and it completely disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the man shouted and flung the halberd in the air.

Tearing through the space with brute force, it hit the body of the human bone master, and forcibly split the opponent's almost half-Buddha-half-demonized body into two sections.

The lower half of the body, under the gnawing of the unjust soul, quickly died.

And the upper half of the body is still struggling.

"Who are you?" the human bone master thought that he would never ask this question, but his soul was about to disperse, and he finally felt unwilling to ask who the person who killed him was.

Holding a long halberd, half of his body in black armor, wearing a green coat, and a man with messy long hair, Lang said: "A certain family, Yang Dalang!"

"Yang Dalang?" The puzzle in the eyes of the human bone master was even more intense, half of the Yuan Shen who had been eaten up, and half of the Yuan Shen was still running, trying his best to figure out who such a master would be who would be in this mortal world, and who would have the reputation of Yang Dalang who sounded like this, not overbearing at all.

"Hehe! Since the donor has already won a complete victory, why should he deceive me into a dying man?" the remnants of the human bone master's face stared at the man with long hair flying in his eyes.

Bang!

There was a loud bang in the sky, thunder thundered, and the light shone on the man's face, with a flying domineering and self-confidence.

"A certain Yang Jiao, Yang Jialang. Erlang Yang Jian, it's my brother!" Although the man said his brother's name, it seemed to be showing off, without the slightest humiliation, or the embarrassment of needing to rely on his brother's prestige. He has enough self-confidence to make a reputation that is not weaker than his second brother Yang Jian.

The master of human bones hasn't remembered who Yang Jiao is, but the name of Erlang God Yang Jian can be described as thunderous.

"I see... "The last primordial spirit of the human bone master was eaten up by the unjust soul.

Those ownerless souls who had been pinned on the boning knife for nearly a thousand years, after devouring all of the human bone master, finally seemed to be liberated, and they all wanted to flee to the underworld.

Yang Jiao picked up a cyan treasure flag and shook it with his hand.

The hundreds of thousands of unjust souls that circled were all included in the treasure flag.

"The third sister has explained, I can't let you go now, leak the news, and stay with a certain family for a while, wait until everything settles, and then let you be free. In the pouring rain, Yang Jiao held the cyan treasure flag, said a word to the treasure flag, and then stuffed the treasure flag into his chest indiscriminately.

Then he scratched his head in confusion.

"Wait! The third sister then told me what to do? I just woke up, and I'm still a little confused!"

He slapped his head a few times, and the surrounding rain curtain was slapped by his palm, and it would sweep into the mountain forest like a bullet, knocking down a big tree.

"By the way, go find a little monk named Jielu, and follow him. The third sister said that the most dangerous place is the safest. Someone must have noticed that I was alive again, and wanted to strangle me while I was still strong. The third sister and the Emperor Xiyue can't protect me, and the second brother still has important things to do, and he lacks skills. Hiding in Buddhism is the best way... It's called... It's dark!yes!It's dark!"

Yang Jiao finally remembered the second thing that the third sister Yang Chan explained, and with a shock under his feet, he split the rain curtain and ran away in a random direction, he seemed to have an intuition and could easily find the location of the little monk Jielu.