Chapter 1700 Soul Storm

With a flash of light, a golden light entered Di Ping's spiritual sea, and the golden light suddenly turned into a golden figure.

Di Ping was stunned for a moment, when he realized that he knew this person!

This is exactly the white-haired old monk who was fighting the blue skeleton monster in the picture that the Buddha passed to him before. Although he is now covered with a layer of golden light, he is still the same as he was before.

It's just that the old monk's eyebrows were lowered at this time, and his face was expressionless like a statue.

"Ming Fanzi, you actually abandoned the Zhenfoyin to enter here, don't you want to take it too... Haha! But don't think about it, I have already decided on this person, there are a few good people outside, I It's more suitable for you!"

The shadow seemed to be very surprised that the old monk entered Di Ping's consciousness space, a pair of purple pupils stared at the old monk Jie Jie with a strange smile.

"Om Majimo Yesaled......"

The old monk Jin Guang did not answer, like a big Buddha, holding the lotus in his hands, chanting the mantra of the eight characters, the grand Buddha sound immediately rang in Di Ping's mind, like the sound of heaven and earth filling the entire consciousness space, and the golden light came from him. spread to the entire space.

"Ming Fanzi! You lunatic, do you really want to die with me?"

Together with the Buddha's sound, the black shadow screamed and jumped up like a cat whose tail was on fire, cursing fiercely.

The old monk still didn't answer, his eyebrows and eyes were downcast, and a serious image of Bao Xiangwei was just singing the mantra of eight characters. The horses swept in with unrivaled momentum.

"Haha! Ming Fanzi, we have been fighting for ten thousand years, and you can't help me with your old routine!"

Seeing the strong Buddha's light rushing towards him, angry purple light suddenly surged from the black shadow's purple pupils, he laughed coldly, and then his body suddenly exploded, and the billowing black gas spread out in an instant. The grimace flashed in the dark clouds, sending out bursts of soul-stirring ghost howls, and greeted the torrent of golden light.

boom!

The Buddha's Light and the Demon Cloud collided together, as if they were in essence, a huge roar was emitted, and a terrifying power erupted in Di Pingling's soul space. Di Ping only felt that the entire soul space was trembling, distorted, and deformed, as if the entire space was shaking. It will collapse at any time, and the spiritual sea has set off huge waves, like a gust of wind and tsunami. The golden light of the soul is like a small boat in this wind and waves, rising and falling from time to time, bright and dark, as if the next moment will be caught by the giant waves. devour.

boom boom boom...

Buddha Light and Demon Cloud seem to be a pair of life-and-death enemies, and they are madly entangled as soon as they meet. Thousands of golden armored warriors in Buddha Light rushed into the Demon Cloud with swords, and the Demon Cloud was full of ghosts and ghosts. The thousand-little devil head roared and attacked, and for a while, the sword, light and sword shadowed, and the demonic energy swept across the sky, and the roar sounded in Di Ping's consciousness space.

A wave of violent energy raged in the air above the spiritual sea, and the powerful energy filled every inch of the soul space.

As if unable to withstand such violent energy, the barriers around the entire soul space are shaking and twisting violently, and the cracks are getting bigger and bigger, like the ground in an earthquake. Twisted, cracked.

Roar!

Di Ping roared miserably and fell to the ground. He felt that his head was about to explode, as if someone was scratching his head with a knife, and he couldn't breathe because of the pain.

But the battle between one demon and one Buddha did not mean to stop at all. He simply regarded him as a battlefield, and if they continued to fight, his consciousness space could be shattered by them.

This made Di Ping's heart surge with mad anger. His eyes were already red, and the golden light of his soul, which had been swaying in the wind and waves, suddenly glowed, like a terrifying beast about to wake up, a terrifying power like Mountains rise from the ground.

"Stop for me!"

With a roar, the loud voice exploded in the entire soul space like a thunder, and the entire space seemed to have entered the stillness of time, and everything became extremely slow, like slow motion, even the Buddha light and the magic cloud were almost destroyed. Shake away.

"what?"

Buddha Light and Demon Cloud reincarnated into human bodies, Yin Demon looked at Di Ping's soul golden light with doubts and a hint of horror in his purple eyes.