Chapter 860: 859 People Were Killed by Demonic Monks and Demonic Buddhas. What Does This Have to Do with My Jixia Students?

Chapter 860 859. People were killed by monsters, monks, demons and Buddhas. What does it have to do with my Jixia students?

The bloody light soared into the sky, covering the sky and the sun, the sound and shadow struck the heart, shocking the sky, it was neither a demon nor a saint, it seemed both illusion and reality.

The skeleton has gorgeous hair, and the Buddha is holding an evil sword made of the "Blade of the Abyss". The blade is blue and red, inlaid with blue and red diamonds. There are red barbs on both sides of the rhinoceros horn. One end of the blade has red and blue sharp horns and a ghost head, and the other side is The two ghost heads are connected, with sharp corners, and the sword is a blood ruby. The handle of the knife also has ghost heads and sharp corners, and a curse strip with black characters on a red background is tied behind the handle.

Like a Buddha or a demon, where the Buddha stood, the heaven and earth quickly turned into an endless purgatory. Thousands of evil ghosts howled and screamed, making the four princes and his party feel shaken and unable to control themselves.

The monk stepped one step at a time, each step containing strong force, causing the earth to crack and the mountains to collapse. The mountains were frightened and the ground trembled.

The monk has long flowing hair and a strange line between his eyebrows. He is holding a demon sword made of [Blood Thorn]. The sword body is engraved with the six-character Great Ming Mantra to suppress the demonic nature. The sword hilt is engraved with the Buddha's Dharma, just like a tin staff.

One Buddha and one monk surrounded the four princes and others one after another. For a moment, Twelve Yuanchen and others did not dare to act rashly. The monstrous murderous evil committed by the monk and Buddha in front of them was by no means an illusion. The slightest movement would lead to boundless killings. The power of cutting is added to the body.

The one who came was not good, so the fourth prince silently used the Purple Dragon Qi Vein Technique. The secret technique passed down by the royal family of Northern Qi was naturally unique. The purple qi transformed into a dragon kept wandering around the fourth prince's body, defending him against the attacks of the monks and Buddhas. Suppressing momentum.

Looking carefully, the purple dragon has no horns and two claws. It is not a real dragon, but a dragon.

"I don't know where the two eminent monks are practicing and why they want to block Gu's path."

The oppressive power of one monk and one Buddha is so powerful that even if there is only one person and four princes, they would not dare to claim victory, let alone two people who are surrounding them at this time.

Two masters whose skills are bottomless and can cause strange phenomena in the world with just their momentum.

The Buddha's voice is as sacred as it is demonic, ethereal, strange and mixed, attracting people's demons, "leading the undercurrent to engulf the city for his own selfish desires, causing heavy casualties to the people."

As he said that, the Buddha ignored the fourth prince's intention and looked at the monk, "What do you think?"

The monk's black hair danced wildly in the wind. He raised his palms, and the supreme Buddha essence was concentrated in his palms. He answered with only one word: "Kill!"

With an angry shout, the black-haired monk raised his palms domineeringly and struck out with a huge three-foot-long Buddha Yuan condensed palm to kill the fourth prince and others.

Seeing that the other party used the assassin, he knew that there was no reason to do anything good today, and the remaining Twelve Yuanchen took action immediately.

The shadow of the palm, the light of the sword, the blade, the light of the spear...

The remaining twelve Yuan Chen cooperated with each other, and the moves blended together like milk and water. The power was instantly increased several times, turning into a stream of light that was intended to break through the Buddha's light hand seal.

But the black-haired monk raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Innocent!"

After the words fell, the moves of the two parties collided, and the Buddha's light suddenly showed an absolutely domineering posture. The ultimate Buddha's energy dispersed the offensive, and the remaining force was printed on the two Twelve Yuanchens. Suddenly the bodies of the two people exploded, and the sky was filled with blood. fog.

Twelve Yuanchen, who had lost two people again, was even more unable to resist the killing of the black-haired monk. He condensed the holy energy in his chest, and the sound waves that came out ignored all the protection of Twelve Yuanchen and hit them all. In an instant, all the people were hit. The meridians all over the body of Twelve Yuan Chen were cut off, and their bodies exploded into blood clots all over the sky.

Seeing that all his men died tragically, the fourth prince couldn't care less. The man holding the butcher's knife in front of him had disappeared.

But this did not mean that the other party was retreating. The fourth prince only felt an icy coldness wandering around his body. It was the crisis of death and an invitation to endless purgatory.

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, purple energy surrounded the whole body. While the dragon was protecting himself, one could vaguely see the purple dragon growing horns, and it turned into a dragon at this critical moment.

but……

"How can the evil dragon turn into a dragon when it harms one party?!"

The blade was not thick enough, and passed through the gap between the purple energy and the dragon. The sharp blade cut through the neck of the fourth prince. Only a flash of light was seen. The fourth prince's body was half kneeling on the ground, a trace of blood appeared, and his head fell. On the ground.

There were no unnecessary words, and there was no decent resistance. Under the slaughter of a monk and a Buddha, the fourth prince and his twelve Yuan Chen souls returned to the underworld in less than a cup of tea.

Ambition, desire, dominance, everything was buried in the dust and ceased to exist.

The black-haired monk looked at the fourth prince whose body was relatively intact and asked, "Do you want to clean it up?"

"No need." The Buddhist shook his head and rejected the proposal. "The fourth prince's plan went wrong. After escaping from the undercurrent, he was killed by two demon monks and demon Buddhas passing by. He was not the same as Jixia student Mo Cheng, who was resisting the undercurrent in the city and was a Taoist and Confucian practitioner. It doesn’t matter at all.”

As he said that, seeing the body of Twelve Yuanchen whose largest fragment was less than the size of a palm, the Buddha shook his head helplessly, "It's difficult to identify the body after you exploded like this. Fortunately, I didn't leave the Fourth Prince to you to deal with." ."

If the fourth prince is handed over to the black-haired monk, it is doubtful that the fourth prince will be able to leave enough fragments to identify his identity.

"Then return to your original self. If you walk outside for too long, I might be inconvenienced."

With that said, the two of them turned into a gleam of light and disappeared into the sky.

Only the broken corpses on the ground were left, as well as the corpse of the ominous fourth prince.

…

On the other side, after the fourth prince and others escaped, the prefect Zhang Junmao also drew his attention back to the undercurrent in front of him.

When the fourth prince turned around and ran away, Zhang Junmao knew that there was nothing he could do about the fourth prince. The power of Dragon Tiger Qi was relatively inert, and its power would be greatly reduced once it was far away from the jurisdiction of the prefect position.

Rather than settling accounts with the Fourth Prince, what is more important now is to expel the undercurrent from the city, or even destroy this side of the undercurrent.

"Scholar, I am Zhang Junmao, the local magistrate. How many more times can you trigger that thunder from the sky just now?"

There is not much dragon and tiger energy left in the official seal. If you want to expel the undercurrent from the city, you must borrow the power of others.

And the thunder that Mo Cheng had just made a hole in the undercurrent was naturally the best person for Magistrate Zhang to ask for help.

"It can be induced once more."

"Not enough." Magistrate Zhang shook his head immediately, "I don't have much dragon and tiger energy left in my official seal. If I can't expel the undercurrent with one blow, it will only be a matter of time before the entire city is engulfed by the undercurrent."

The dragon and tiger energy mobilized at the beginning was to suppress the undercurrent and at the same time rescue the people who were swallowed up by the undercurrent. After all, if there were no people living in the city, it would be nothing more than a pile of rocks and wood.

In the assessment of the prefect, the population of the place in charge is also a huge scoring item.

Mo Cheng paused, closed his eyes and then opened them again, his eyes full of determination, "I can trigger thunder three times, I don't know..."

"Three times, that's about it." Magistrate Zhang took out the official seal and then slammed it on his left hand. Blood dripped out immediately. The blood dripped into the official seal but disappeared quickly, as if it was absorbed by the official seal. " Plus burning my twenty years of life is enough to drive away the undercurrent!"

Thanks to [I am from Jianghu Yisanren] for the reward.

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