The red-faced old monk's face was slightly gloomy, the strength of this great demon suddenly increased to the late stage of the Sword Saint, vaguely touching the realm of heaven and man, the old monk did not dare to underestimate the enemy, incarnated into a ten-zhang golden body, standing under the sky, his hands were folded, the Sanskrit sound was rolling, and a Buddha's hand the size of a huge mountain fell from the sky, wanting to suppress Zhen Zheng.

Zhen Zheng's blood-red giant claw raised to greet him, colliding with a Buddha's hand the size of a huge mountain, the sword qi and the Buddha's qi diffused vertically and horizontally, and the qi of the Great Dao spread. Zhen Zheng's other hand waved suddenly, and he shot a blood-colored match, heading straight for the red-faced old monk. The old monk's huge eyes widened, and a golden light divine bell appeared in front of him, with ten thousand Buddhas on it, and the blood-colored horse practiced and collided with the golden light divine clock, and the golden bell trembled slightly, emitting the sound of the avenue, shaking the heavens and the earth, and dispersing the blood-red sword qi.

Zhen Zheng struck hard, and the giant mountain Buddha's hand turned into a golden point of light, "Ten Thousand Swords Song!" The three sword dao sound waves impacted the Golden Light Divine Bell, and the Divine Bell trembled.

The red-faced old monk's face changed sharply, "Amitabha, the sound of the Buddha breaks the demon!" The old monk's golden body and flesh slammed into the golden bell with a long fist, the Buddha's light was bright, and the Buddhist mantra appeared around the divine bell, and the sound of the avenue turned into tangible Sanskrit, protecting the divine bell, and the three swords could not be bent in, and finally dissipated without a trace.

Several Sword Saint powerhouse souls flew out of Zhen Zheng's body, "Haha! Great, we're free." Several souls shouted happily, trapped for a thousand years, if it weren't for the Sword Saint's firm mind, he would have gone crazy a long time ago. However, Zhen Zheng did not release the late stage master of the Sword Saint of the Gu Clan, and he was not at ease with the soul of this Gu Clan.

"Amitabha, the benefactor is really a demon, and there are undead souls imprisoned in his body, let me go beyond them. The white-eyed old monk recited the Buddhist scriptures, and the eyes of several mid-stage sword saints were glazed, and their bodies gradually decomposed, and they disappeared after a while.

Zhen Zheng originally wanted to use those souls to distract the red-faced old monk and take the opportunity to run away, but he didn't expect to be turned into nothingness by the white-eyed old monk in an instant. "I let you out, although the place is wrong, but I finally kept my promise, but unfortunately you don't enter reincarnation, and now you are really dead. "Buddhism has made great achievements in dealing with souls, and has a unique method, and these souls have just regained their freedom and have been overturned into nothingness, which is indeed unlucky.

The tangible avenue Sanskrit is overwhelming, and every Sanskrit sound comes out, just like the gods and Buddhas reciting Buddhist scriptures, and suddenly the Sanskrit condenses into a big Buddha character, suppressing Zhen Zheng hundreds of meters underground.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Lonely suppressed this demon, and his merits are immeasurable. The white-eyed old monk flew to Shizhang Jin's side, stared at the dark pit below and said.

Shizhang Jinshen sighed slightly, "This demon is terrifying, the exercises are powerful, but unfortunately the realm is slightly worse, and I used the three major magical powers of Buddhism to suppress the magic spell and lose unjustly." The Buddha's body trembled suddenly, "The Buddha Qi of the Demon Suppression Spell has disappeared, what happened below?"

The huge dark pit on the ground was like a crater, turning into a fiery red flame, the volcano erupted, spewing out red sword qi, and a figure slowly walked out from the blood-red sword qi, it was a pale grimace, several meters tall, a huge ghost claw one person high, two bone swords protruding from the knotted arms of the ancient tree, the smiling and crying faces on the chest were frequently intertwined, a three-meter-long sword tail swept gently, and a sword qi rippled out.

"Not good. The ten-zhang golden body shouted, the sound of Buddhism and Sanskrit was pervasive, and the Sanskrit text formed a ring light curtain, blocking the red fluctuations, and the light curtain set off ripples, and the golden light curtain became blood red, turning into a red blood cell, Zhen Zheng's pale grimace opened his mouth and swallowed the blood ball.

"Amitabha, worthy of being a great demon, the five hundred arhats of Zhengda Zen Temple listened to the order, and followed me to set up a great array to suppress the great demon. The red-faced old monk felt the breath of destruction from Zhen Zheng's body, which made his ancient Buddha heart shaken a little, and he knew that he was no longer Zhen Zheng's opponent, so he gathered the strongest force of Zhengda Temple to suppress Zhen Zheng.

Five hundred monks appeared in the sky, each of them at least had the strength to transform into a virtual realm, five hundred Arhats discharged a large array, and there were red-faced old monks, white-eyed old monks and two other Buddha saints standing in the eyes of the array, and the four of them joined hands to form a seal, and a hazy hundred-zhang giant Buddha appeared outside the big array, the giant Buddha's figure gradually became clear, the golden light was shining, and tens of thousands of Buddha monks were accompanied by phantoms, and the sound of the Buddha on the avenue was pervasive.

Zhen Zheng's miserable white grimace did not change, the frequency of the crying face and smiling face on his chest became much faster, Zhen Zheng's two sword claws waved a cross cross, the blood-colored cross flew towards the Baizhang Giant Buddha, the space was distorted, the giant Buddha stretched out the Buddha's palm, and a Buddhist "10,000" word proverb flew out of the palm, colliding with the blood-colored cross, the sword qi dissipated, and the "10,000" word proverb flew back into the Buddha's palm.

Zhen Zheng disappeared on the spot, appeared behind the giant Buddha, the sword claw attacked the back of the giant Buddha, and a Buddha hand suddenly stretched out from the back of the giant Buddha, grabbed Zhen Zheng, and stretched out a hundred Buddha hands, wrapping Zhen Zheng layer by layer.

A hundred hands condensed into a golden ball and burrowed into the ground of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The giant Buddha disappeared, and the red-faced old monk said with a little tiredness: "The Great Demon has been sent to the Meditation Palace, hoping that in a few days, he can get rid of his demon heart." ”

The golden ball shattered, Zhen Zheng slowly walked out, he found himself in a quiet valley, Zhen Zheng found that he could not use sword qi, no different from mortals.

There was a sound of Buddha in the sky, the red-faced old monk and the other three sword saint-level holy monks were chanting Buddhist scriptures outside the meditation palace, the Sanskrit sound was permeated, Zhen Zheng slowly turned back into a human body, sat cross-legged, and listened quietly.

Zhen Zheng was in a peaceful state of mind, calming his mind, and the surging sword qi in his body also flowed gently like a trickling stream. Zhen Zheng's body is clear, and he gradually enters the state of enlightenment.

"Senior brother, it's been a day, and it's very quiet in the meditation palace, I wonder if the big demon's heart demon has been eliminated?"

The red-faced old monk slowly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, "No, the demon is still appearing, wait for two more days." ”

Two days later, Zhen Zheng slowly opened his eyes, looked down at his hands, the surface of his body was crystal clear, the sword qi in his body trickled, and the shape of the sword heart also changed, becoming like a villain, but the appearance was not clear, like a baby who had not yet been born.

Xiao Yin appeared in front of Zhen Zheng, "You have slept for so long this night, nine years have passed in a flick of your fingers." But I have finally reached the realm of heaven and man, and I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Xiaoyin's voice was cold, without the childish voice of the past.

Zhen Zheng was shocked, stood up, and found that the surrounding scenery was still the same, where it seemed like nine years had passed, "The white-eyed old monk said that the outside of the meditation palace is one day and three years inside, and I am afraid that only three days have passed outside." Zhen Zheng recalled the words of the white-eyed old monk, and finally settled down, if it was really nine years later, the ancient clan would probably have captured the Central Plains long ago.

"By the way, what do you mean when you said that you have been waiting for this day for a long time?" Zhen Zheng asked, and he also noticed that Xiaoyin was acting strangely.

Xiaoyin snorted coldly, "That's what it means." Xiao Yin turned into a white figure, tall and with a strange face, it was Min Gongen. All the six spirits of Min Gongen in Zhen Zheng's body came out of his body and melted into the white Min Gongen's body, and Min Gongen's body was like a substance.

"Requiem!" Bai Min Gongen suddenly attacked, pulled the seven spirits in Zhen Zheng's body out of the body, slapped his hands, and Zhen Zheng's seven spirits disappeared.

Zhen Zheng's eyes were glazed, and he stood there, motionless.

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