Chapter 1702 Sky Swallowing Troll

Although the sound of the soul-suppressing bell had relieved Di Ping's pain somewhat, there was nothing he could do in the face of the skeleton monster's soul rushing towards him.

And his biggest reliance system has not responded so far. The two big monsters have been overturned in their own consciousness space, and the system is still stable, which gives Di Ping a new understanding of the unreliability of the system.

It seems that we need to prepare for more in the future, and the system may not be able to rely on it at any time!

If he can't rely on others, he can rely on himself. The skeleton monster wants to take himself away. No matter what, he can't make it so easy, and he, Di Ping, is not easy to mess with.

After making the decision, Di Ping's heart became firm again. He forcibly encouraged the power of the soul that he could use, preparing to give the skeleton monster a second ruthless attack.

At this moment, a golden light appeared in front of Di Ping's soul body!

Di Ping saw that it turned out to be the soul body of the old monk.

boom!

A palm composed of golden light, covered with 4D Buddhist symbols, densely packed, each 4D shimmering with dazzling Buddha light, patted it towards the rolling demon cloud, the palm flew faster and faster, and it became bigger and bigger, it was only the size of the palm at first, walked out. After dozens of meters, it turned into a huge palm.

"Ming Fanzi, you dare to snatch my new body... Look at my thousand demonic eclipse days!"

The soul body of the Yin Demon saw that Ming Fanzi was actually in front of him, and suddenly roared angrily. He was afraid that Ming Fanzi would disperse this soul, and he would not be able to take it away!

The Yin Demon rushed towards him frantically. No matter what, he could not lose this opportunity. His body suddenly dissipated and turned into a billowing demonic mist. Thousands of demons and demons in the demon cloud made a whistling sound, sharp as if it could pierce. Wearing the soul, the entire space is suddenly darkened, and a cold breath spreads toward the entire soul space like extreme cold.

Di Ping's soul trembled for a while, and he felt fear and trembled slightly. This Yin Demon's soul was too powerful, giving him a feeling of invincibility.

boom!

With a loud bang, the giant palm collided with thousands of ghosts. The giant golden palm was like a nuclear storm, bursting with dazzling rays of light, as if it was about to penetrate the demon cloud, but the demon cloud was also extremely powerful. The ghosts rushed towards the golden light, even if they perished in a tragic roar, they did not flinch.

Like an evenly matched battle on the battlefield, one side fell, and the other side also fell, tightly entangled together, fighting frantically, the Buddha's light filled the sky, the demonic energy surged, and the entire spiritual sea was like the night and the light entangled.

The fluctuations of the battle swept towards Di Ping's soul space like a gust of wind and tsunami. The sea of ​​spirit boiled again, one after another huge waves crashed into the sky, and a severe pain rose again in his head. Di Ping groaned in pain.

when!

Suddenly another bell rang, Di Ping felt a light on his body, the shock and pain in his mind eased again, and the waves just raised by the spiritual sea subsided again, and it became a quiet lake.

puff!

As soon as the soul-suppressing bell came out, thousands of monsters were shaken into pieces, but the swastika palm print was finally wiped out by the devilish energy.

"Jie Jie! Ming Fanzi, you dare to be distracted and save people while fighting with me. How can I save you?"

The boundless demon cloud re-condensed into the image of a yin demon. He retreated a few hundred meters back, and after standing up again, he let out bursts of strange laughter.

Then I saw him wave his hand suddenly, and all of a sudden, terrifying monsters flew out of the black fly, madly rushing towards the sea of ​​consciousness, and then frantically destroyed the soul defense and the spiritual sea, setting off a storm in it.

"what!"

Di Ping let out a shrill scream, the pain from the tearing of his soul made him collapse in an instant, his mouth wide open as if a fish was about to die of thirst.

The old monk in the Buddha's light suddenly folded his palms and sang the mantra and the eight dharmas again. The huge Buddha's roar resounded throughout Di Ping's sea of ​​consciousness again, and the Buddha's light chased after these monsters like water waves, as if to block it. The damage of thousands of monsters to Di Ping's soul space.