Chapter 837 Killing the Devil's Palace in Heaven

There was a faint golden light shining in that punch!

"Bang!"

An obvious air wave exploded in the air, like an explosion of a cannonball, and the demon was blasted out directly.

He fell to the ground with another bang.

This monster's body is much harder than steel, which is also the source of his confidence, but when he met this punch with a faint golden light, his entire body sank directly.

A cloud of blood exploded in the air, and the demon quickly got up after falling to the ground, but did not dare to meet Anyang again.

Anyang glanced at the many demons on the ground. These demons often wear Taoist robes or monks' clothes, like cultivators who are pursuing the Dao or monks who are compassionate. Unfortunately, only those who have been killed by them know how ugly and cruel they are. .

Without hesitation, he turned around and rushed down.

"boom!"

He punched out again, directly smashing a demon wearing a monk's robe into a pile of minced meat!

This world is not all strong men like Mo Ya and Shen Ming, there are very few like the eagle demon Taoist, most of them are the little demons below. Either little monsters or little monsters, or some practitioners who have been on the slope for more than ten years and decades, in Anyang's eyes, they are a group of scumbags, and they are a group of scumbags who do all kinds of evil.

At this time, he rushed into the bottom, naturally like a tiger entering the flock, these demons could not escape, and had to be killed one by one.

In the end, the demons became more and more scattered. After all, he was alone, and it was not easy to kill. He waved his hand and released a sword light that filled the sky, whistling across the hill, and countless dense purple-red tassels lightly in the woods and rocks. Swim around, pierce these monsters one by one, or wipe them out into ashes.

His massacre only lasted for a moment, and he saw an old monk walking out of the monastery made of stones in the distance.

The old monk had a kind face, wrapped in a scarlet cassock and dressed like a monk, but Anyang smelled a strong bloody smell on him.

His face darkened slightly: "If this old monk just walked down the mountain like this, he might be able to confuse many people. It is estimated that he also caused many people to die tragically under his hands. The cassock is full of fresh blood flowing. , I don't know what kind of monk practicing magic!"

Just thinking about it, this monk was walking on the ground, looked at him, and then looked at the monsters around him who were killed and injured a lot, but he didn't seem to care, but raised his head and folded his hands in a respectful salute. , and then shouted a Buddha's name, saying: "Amitabha, I don't know how I offended the donor at Banyuetang, and I made the donor so angry!"

Anyang snorted lightly in the air: "Banyuetang didn't offend me, my donor is here to donate your things."

"Oh?"

"I give you relief!"

After Anyang finished speaking, he rushed towards the monk.

The old monk was not too slow, he lifted his cassock to make it easier to start, and then chanted the Buddha's name and slowly slapped him with a palm.

"Amitabha!"

The fist and palm quickly collided.

The monk's palm print shone with the strong and majestic golden light of Buddhism, without any evil intention, while Anyang's fist was a pale golden luster, which was another style.

The two sides collided and made a bang!

Anyang's figure swooped down at a high speed and then retreated back to the sky leisurely. The old monk also stepped back a long way to stabilize his figure, and his heart was shocked.

"Donor, even if you come to slaughter me at Banyuetang, you have to give a reason!" The old monk also knew that he couldn't be good today, so he simply took off the robe on his body. The clothes were propped up by the muscles, and the whole body changed drastically.

Anyang said with a sneer: "Eternal Life Magic Palace."

At this time, he had a bearded face, a burly and majestic figure, and his aura had changed a lot. It was completely different from before. It was no wonder that the old monk did not recognize it.

"Oh, so that's true, alas." The old monk sighed, "Is it because of the magic palace to seek revenge? The donor knows that the magic palace is powerful, and this is better than Shenzhou, Nanzhanbuzhou and even Beiju Luzhou. The real power of the magic palace is all in the Xiniu Hezhou, that is the power that can suppress the gods, why should the donor fight against the magic palace?"

"Haha!" Anyang sneered twice, knowing that the old monk was already a little afraid of him, so he didn't want to talk to him any more, "Stop talking nonsense, take your life first!"

"Amitabha."

The old monk also knew that he could not persuade him to retreat, so he was full of momentum and rushed towards him immediately.

"The Seal of the Vajra Protector Bodhisattva!"

"boom!"

There was a huge muffled sound when the fingerprints and Anyang collided.

This time, Anyang used all his strength, which undoubtedly exceeded the old monk's expectations, and smashed him out with a punch.

Then Anyang's figure did not retreat but advanced, and continued to catch up with the old monk. The golden light above his arms was dazzling, and punch after punch kept blasting out, creating a circle of air waves.

At first, the old monk was able to resist in a panic, but later his hands were abruptly interrupted, and the spells he cast were constantly broken by Anyang, so he had to be beaten passively.

"Bam! Boom! Bam!..."

The old monk's body was comparable to a golden body, but he was still beaten by Anyang's golden fist, which made him continue to spurt blood.

Until he fell to the ground, he was seriously injured.

But the old monk's vitality was extremely tenacious, and he turned over and climbed up without saying much. He jumped and flew into the sky.

"Want to run?" Anyang shouted sharply, and as soon as he beckoned, the sword light flew into the sky, only to hear the constant whistling, like a shotgun filled with iron sand hitting the sky.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the old monk shook his body, and there was a circle of golden light all over his body, surrounded by a faint golden dragon.

It's just that this dragon is a Buddhist dragon, not a traditional Chinese oriental dragon. It has a golden body, a footless body, and a head that looks a bit like a cobra, coiling the old monk around.

"when!"

The first sword light shot up, and there was a sound of gold and iron mingling.

Immediately, the sword light shattered, and snow-white fragments flew in the air.

But countless sword lights came in a blink of an eye.

This golden Naga dragon and circles of golden light can be called perfect defense. With such a big gap in strength, it can still provide the old monk with such a long defense, but it is not a divine weapon after all, blocking hundreds of sword lights It's still broken!

"Puff puff!……"

One after another blood mist sputtered out of the air, and one after another fell down, and the old monk immediately felt the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

"receive!"

As soon as Anyang waved his hand, the sword lights disappeared one after another!

With a bang, the old monk fell to the ground, his body was riddled with holes and blood was gurgling out. But he wasn't dead yet, he was still gasping for breath.

Anyang flew forward and landed beside him.

I saw him looking at Anyang weakly but calmly, smiling and trembling as he folded his hands together, and said, "Since I set foot on this road, the old monk never thought that he would have a good death." Mu Lianbai said to Buddha: According to the fate, good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. The old monk has done many evils in his life, and he never thought that there would be a good result."

"However, the old monk never lied. All the power of the Eternal Devil Palace is gathered in Xiniu Hezhou. It can suppress the Arhat Heavenly General. The donor should give up the idea of ​​revenge."

"Give up?" Anyang sneered, "I will definitely find them, if a thousand years can't do it, then ten thousand years!"

"Amitabha."

The old monk released his hands and closed his eyes.

But after a while, he found that Anyang didn't kill him, and didn't know where to go. And surrounded by a magic circle, golden light, locked himself in place.

"Alas!" The old monk looked at the top of the mountain where Banyuetang was located, and closed his eyes again.

In the distance, slaughter and shouting are interwoven into a beautiful music.

Anyang didn't want to try the power of ancient nerves and innate divine power anymore. He chose the most efficient method - using purple tassels and sword light to wash the mountain.

A famous demon quickly fell into a pool of blood.

What they used to do to others, what they enjoyed, now happens to themselves, and there is nothing but grief and anger.

"Hey kid, there is something for Lao Tzu to come down!"

"Your grandfather is going to swallow you in one bite!"

"what!!"

Anyang's expression is indifferent, he methodically manipulates countless sword lights, and the purple-red tassel attacks automatically, whether it is strong or weak, beautiful or ugly, young or old, he doesn't have a single one. Let go!

Even some demons do not have evil spirits, they should have done nothing wrong, but he still shows no mercy!

Soon, there were not many demons left on the mountain.

A few of them escaped. He used the energy cannon to clean up a lot, and he didn't want to care about the rest. He put away the energy cannon, the sword light, and the tassel, turned around and rose into the sky.

With a bang, he fell to the old monk's side again.

The old monk opened his eyes when he heard the sound, his pupils were a little cloudy, he looked at Anyang up and down, and said, "The donor's murderousness is really serious!"

"I'll ask you a few questions."

"Ask." The old monk nodded directly.

Anyang was stunned.

"Um?"

Quickly reacting, he said, "You Banyuetang have collected a lot of good things over the years, right? Where is it?"

"Not many, most of them were handed over to the Giant God Palace, and then sent to the Eternal Demon Palace from the Giant God Palace. The rest is under the Hall of Harmony. Go get it."

"Where's Banyuetang's collection of classics?"

"Books and Sutras? Banyuetang is just an organization gathered by a group of sinful monsters, people, and people. It doesn't recruit disciples to cultivate new blood. Where does the Books and Sutras come from!"

"Then what else do you have?"

"There are a group of children under the Luoyu Hall. They were originally used by the old monk to devour, but now the donor is here. The old monk can't use them, so please let the benefactor put them away." The old monk used an unusual kind of compassion. The expression on his face finished these extremely cruel words.

"What else?" Anyang's eyes were cold.

"Gone."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"What about the Eternal Devil Palace, tell me about it!"

"Donor." The old monk looked up at him with a sympathetic look, "Except for the remnants of Heaven and Lingshan, the Demon Palace is the strongest force in the world, and the Demon Palace branch you've seen is nothing but a demon. The outer power of the palace is only used to guard the people and horses from all over the place. Even if the Arhats and Heavenly Generals who fell to the earth hundreds of years ago are resurrected in Xiniu Hezhou, they cannot escape the fate of being killed by the magic palace. The donor is sure to be the enemy of the magic palace. ?"

"Yes!" Anyang's tone was decisive!

"Hehehe." The old monk smiled, "I haven't been to the magic palace, I only know it's in Xiniu Hezhou, but I don't know where it is, or it's too wide..."

After a long time, the old monk swallowed.

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