Cheng Gang's Hell Echo Strike with all his strength only caused ripples to ripple on the golden lotus petals, and in the blink of an eye, he regained his calm.

Yemol's body did not move, and the chanting in his mouth paused for a moment, and then continued, louder and louder, like a yellow bell ringing, and the aftermath was majestic.

Cheng Gang was covered in cold sweat, and the remaining strength was not enough to launch such a blow again.

'This monster ...... As if nothing had happened, he was hit by the echo of my hell, and he didn't feel the slightest discomfort. Who else in the world can hurt this monster?'

Ge Xinglie finally finished accumulating his strength, and seven deep and mysterious killing runes were wrapped around the Ziyan Evil Sword, just waiting for a sword to destroy the six-rank lotus platform. At this time, he saw that the monk's eyes were wide open, he took a step forward, looked at the place where the song Xinglie stood, and said in a deep voice: "This Tan Yue has killed a lot of evil, why don't you take refuge in my Buddha?"

As soon as he drank the power of the Buddha's mantra, he was like being beaten by a huge wave, his chest was suffocated, and the sword he was about to swing was also stagnant.

He suppressed the feeling of annoyance and vomiting in his throat, and was about to forcibly slash out the sword of seven killings, but when he saw Yemol take another step, holding the Buddha salute, he stared at him and said slowly: "If you don't take refuge, you will suffer from reincarnation!" The surging and majestic Buddha light radiated from him, pouring down to the earth like a shower, causing countless ripples. As he chanted the incantation in his mouth, the golden Buddha's light became more and more intense, turning into a viscous red color that could not be erased, and bewitching flowers condensed from the ripples on the water, covering the sky and the ground.

"Karmic Fire Red Lotus!" Ge Xinglie's pupils shrank, and he immediately gave up the sword that he didn't have time to swing, and instead used the seven killing runes to protect himself.

The blood-red mandala flower is the Hell Red Lotus that Yemol has incarnated, symbolizing the accumulated karma of each person. The more siniquities you commit, the greater your karma, and once you fight back, you will fall into Yama forever and will not be able to turn over!

The power of the karmic fire burns the soul directly, and it is needless to say that it needs to bear the power of backlash to kill karma like singing. Before he could unfold his protective qi, he was engulfed in that crimson color, and if he hadn't blocked him with seven killing runes in time, he would have been swallowed by the blood-colored wave by now.

Cheng Gang saw that the situation was not good, and he wanted to retreat. However, as far as the eye can see, there are red waves surging, bloody and bloody, and everyone is struggling in the sea of karmic fire, where is there a way out.

The audience was full of wailing and crying.

The power of karma is to judge the evil things that people have done in their lives, and they go straight to the heart and cannot escape. The deeper the sin, the more painful it is to be burned by the flame.

Even if the so-called righteous man and gentleman who acts chivalrous and righteous encounters demons and beasts on the road, he draws his sword and cuts them without asking questions, claiming to be slaying demons and eliminating demons, but in the eyes of God, who regards all things as dogs, this is not a sin?

So no one can remain indifferent to such a trial.

Bi Xuan and the middle-aged swordsman who were behind Yemol saw that the red tide was spreading indiscriminately, and they hurriedly retreated into the distance. Fortunately, Yemol took into account Mu Hongqiu's little affection, deliberately slowed down the speed of the spread of karmic fire, and let a few of them leave.

Speaking of which, Yemol has cultivated the six-rank lotus platform, and he is already a half-Buddha body, but he can't control the scope of this type of supernatural power, which seems to be reasonable, but if you think about it carefully, I'm afraid there is still some inside information. Is it really uncontrollable, or is it with the idea that "instead of everyone sitting on the ground and sharing the spoils, it is better to return to the Buddha and me alone"?

I'm afraid only he knows.

The monk looked at the struggling creatures in the flames, held the Buddha seal, and sang loudly: "All the donors, the other side is impermanent, it is better to go back!"

Above the sea of fire, the wind suddenly blows, blowing through the thousand leaves and lotus, the power of the red lotus karmic fire is stirring with the wind, and in the chanting of the blissful mantra, the heaven and the earth turn into a red one.

"Birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and parting, five yin are blazing, and you can't ask for ......" mantra chanting, karma is displayed one by one, and sentient beings see illusions in the torment of karma.

There was a dark shadow in the sea of fire, which was where Song Xinglie was, and it became an insignificant little heterochromia. The Seven Killing Dao Runes surrounded the body, separating all the red lotuses. Countless karmic fires bloomed and burst beside him, and the scenes of suffering of all beings in one small world after another were reflected in life and death.

In another place, Haochen Gang stood quietly, and the bright white light that symbolized the Cave Xuan Divine Skill flickered in the waves, casually eliminating the pressure surging from all sides.

These two people are worthy of the fame far beyond their peers, and they stop in the red lotus, and all kinds of karma are not close to them. But they can only protect themselves, and they can't save anyone.

Yemol recited the mantra unhurriedly, he had enough time to burn the others to death in the karmic fire first, and then slowly clean up Hao Chengang and Ge Xinglie.

But suddenly a white shadow appeared in the red world.

A man floated in, dressed in a white shirt and holding a bamboo sword, and raised his hand to stab him in front of the door.

Yemol raised his brow slightly, then lowered it again. His supernatural powers were all over the cave, and he clearly detected that the spiritual power in the woman in front of him was weak, and she couldn't get close to her body at all under the six-rank lotus platform.

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly struck, and a strange blue shadow appeared in the corner of Yemol's eyes, and the air seemed to shake, and everything in his vision took on a faint black. A bamboo and wood sword that was not dazzling easily crossed the Liupin Lotus Platform and was handed to his throat in a stunned state.

Jemol's hair stood on end.

That sword came out of nowhere, bringing him the biggest crisis since he entered the Central Plains in the east.

The Buddha's light dissipated layer by layer, and his burly body disappeared from the six-rank lotus platform in an instant, and then appeared in the open space a few feet later, stroking the bubbling wound in his throat, his face full of horror.

"Who are you, and why are you able to enter the Six-Rank Lotus Platform of the Poor Monk?"

Xiaozhu didn't answer, and after recognizing his location, he chased after him.

She walked in a straight line, as fast as the wind, treating the Red Lotus Karma Fire and the Six-Rank Lotus Platform as nothing, and passed straight through, as if she was an illusory figure wandering in another world...... No, she is the only truth in this world.

Yemol stretched out his sleeves and slashed her sword, but a bloody wound was drawn from his arm. He stared at Xiao Zhu, who was chasing after him, and his expression became more and more shocked.

The body protection Buddha light is ineffective, and even the invulnerable golden body has been broken. What kind of magic weapon is this damn little girl holding in her hand? Is it a relic of the immortals of the Age of the Gods?

He no longer blocked Xiaozhu's attack, and used his magic foot to dodge back, staring at the "sword" in Xiaozhu's hand with his eyes-

It was an extremely ordinary-looking bamboo and wood sword, with a new color and colorlessness, and it did not look like a sign of self-obscurity from the sharp eyes of a living Buddha.