Section 498

It will scare them to death!

Especially Monk Kongming, at this moment, he could clearly feel that Ye Changqing was the first to face him, and he was already trembling with fear.

He tried desperately to run forward and wanted to open his mouth to shout for help, but no matter how hard he tried, he found sadly that he couldn't even move his eyelids! .

412 Pretending? ! And dye the sky with my devil's blood! ? Jiang Yan hammered directly

"Amitabha, Taoist friend, your sword can indeed kill all the demons in the world, but this place is a place for Buddhist meditation. It's not good to draw the sword here. It's not good."

Ye Changqing said nothing, and the sword in his hand had already been swung down. The dazzling sword light bloomed like white lotuses in the void, but in the next moment, all the movements, accompanied by a calm smile with a faint smile, were completely frozen in eternity.

Everyone looked up in horror, and saw an old monk wearing an old cassock and with a kind face, who had appeared in front of everyone without knowing when, and stood quietly beside Monk Kongming.

What made people even more desperate was that the dazzling sword flowers full of destructive power were just like ordinary lotus flowers, and were lightly twisted on his fingertips when he waved his hand!

Although he was locked by Ye Changqing's terrifying momentum and could not move, the despair on Monk Kongming's face instantly turned into a touch of ecstasy, and even his mouth made an excited "ho ho ho" sound.

Monk Kongjue, the leader of the Western Religion.

A super strong man who opened the fairyland!

"Swish!"

However, what shocked everyone was that a golden sword light flashed and even exceeded Monk Kongjue's perception, directly cutting Monk Kongming into two 700 halves!

"Congratulations to the host for killing the demon monk in the middle stage of the Ghost Fairyland and gaining merit points: 5 billion!"

Without paying attention to the system's prompts, Jiang Yan's smiling figure appeared between Monk Kongjue and Ye Changqing.

"I can't beat him."

Ye Changqing's expression did not change at all. He said calmly while retracting the abundant immortal power around him.

"No problem, just an old bastard."

Jiang Yan smiled indifferently, as if he felt the unfriendly look of Monk Kongjue, and immediately said apologetically: "Oh, sorry, sorry, I made a mistake, you are also bald, you should be hairless!"

"Little saint? Humph, since you are here today, you killed my junior brother and slaughtered my disciples, but my Western Church has always been compassionate, you will stay here forever to repent and wash away your sins!"

Monk Kongjue also felt a fatal threat from Jiang Yan. He did not pretend like Monk Kongming. All his kind temperament in his grim smile was like a rebirth of an evil ghost. A huge bloody claw had already grabbed Jiang Yan directly!

The power of this attack has far exceeded everyone's imagination. Even a master at the peak of Kaixian Realm would be torn into pieces in an instant!

"No, you don't want to."

Jiang Yan didn't indulge him. He sneered and slapped out with his palm. The pale pure Yang Yan turned into a giant palm covering the sky. When he pounced on the bloody giant claw, he greedily turned into a huge mouth of the abyss and devoured it madly.

In the blink of an eye, in the eyes of Monk Kongjue who was a little confused, his attack was actually swallowed up by a strange flame!

"Okay, today I will see who will win!"

"I will turn myself into a demon, and the Buddha's blood will dye the sky blue!"

"Roar!"

Accompanied by Monk Kongjue's roar, the wide cassock swelled up instantly, and in the end it was completely torn into pieces, and endless blood and immortal energy strangely entangled and rose up.

In the blink of an eye, just like the bloody demon Buddha summoned by those demon monks, Monk Kongjue directly turned himself into a blood Buddha!

I have to say that this Monk Kongjue is still a bit of a thing.

He colluded with the residual soul of the Lord of the Blood Realm, but did not transform himself into a special ghost rider like Monk Kongming. Instead, he still relied on his own cultivation to forcibly devour and merge the power of the Lord of the Blood Realm.

The overwhelming yin and evil spirits, accompanied by the righteous immortal essence, rose up, both righteous and evil, just like the true form of Buddha and demon.

I am afraid that with his current state, let alone people with lower cultivation than him, even ordinary strong men in the same realm who surpass the fairyland will be caught and beaten by him!

His breath at this moment has a faint taste of stepping half a step out of the fairyland!

"Oh my God, what a terrible breath suppression!"

"Help...Puff! Save me, I can't stand it anymore!"

"Can we really win?"

"Little Saint!"

......

The terrifying breath pressure suppressed like an abyss and a prison, and all the strong men who were not in the ghost fairyland and the fairyland, regardless of enemy or friend, were like a mountain pressing down on their heads, and their whole bodies couldn't help but hunch and tremble.

If it weren't for Jiang Weiran and the other girls and Ye Changqing, the strong men who opened the fairyland, who released their breath to protect them, the overwhelming breath of the monk Kongjue alone would be enough to make them fall into the devil's way and never recover!

Despair and fear grew wildly in everyone's heart. Looking at the bloody figure from afar, it was like an evil demon as big as the sky and the earth, looking down at them with mockery and contempt.

It seemed that as long as the other party was willing, they would be wiped out with a look!

"Now, do you still think you have a chance to win?"

The blood-red eyes opened, and the white immortal essence and scarlet blood were rotating and dying in them. Monk Kongjue also looked down at Jiang Yan in front of him and asked with a ferocious smile.

At this moment, he seemed to be the master of this world, but no one could see that in his chest, it was not a heart that was beating, but a ferocious head!

Yes, the last remnant of the blood master and the remnant of the soul were directly sealed into his body by him.

Just like the ghost tamer signed a contract with the evil ghost and enslaved the power of the evil ghost, he chose to merge with it directly, turning the power of the blood master's remnant of the body and soul into his own energy source!

Even the dead monk Kongming and all the demonized monks in the Western Church could never imagine it.

The so-called Lord Blood God is actually their leader himself!

So.

Even Jiang Yan couldn't help but praise him and said it was good!

Monk Kongjue's attitude at this moment is naturally for the world to see. Didn't you say that I am a demon and want to kill me?

Then today, take a good look at how I extinguish your hopes and fantasies bit by bit!

He believed that as long as he could kill Jiang Yan, those ignorant humans in the world would definitely provide him with the most wonderful and upper-level despair!

However, at this moment, Jiang Yan couldn't help but roll up a trace of sarcastic smile in his eyes.

Boy, although you are excellent enough, you are still a little tender compared to the ten thousand year old shadow of the Lord of the Blood Realm!

Facing the pretentious attitude of Monk Kongjue, Jiang Yan couldn't help but playful, and the All Things Transformed into My Demon Heart Sutra was running, and a purer and more terrifying demonic power suddenly rose from his body!

If Monk Kongjue is almost a demon, then Jiang Yan at this moment is the demon itself! .

413 Eat it in one bite... so... so big!

Jiang Yan, who turned into a demon, obviously had a purer and more domineering aura than Monk Kongjue.

The moment the auras of both sides collided, it was like a fake meeting a genuine product. Monk Kongjue's terrifying aura was instantly frightened and shrank back.

"How... how is this possible?!"

Monk Kongjue was completely confused as he stared at Jiang Yan, whose image and temperament had changed drastically.

Damn, didn't you say that you were a little saint of mankind and a righteous friend?

How come now you are the grandfather of the demon clan, and I am the grandson?

Monk Kongjue only felt that hundreds of millions of divine beasts were running wildly in his heart, but he became more greedy in his heart.

He could cultivate to this point, and he also reversed the remnant soul of the Lord of the Blood Realm. How could he be a person without vision? Just like each sect has its own Dao Fa Heart Sutra as its foundation.

Jiang Yan's transformation at this moment clearly showed that he had an extremely heaven-defying magic Dao Heart Sutra!

As long as he was caught and his soul was devoured, wouldn't all of this be his?

He was even sure that after devouring Jiang Yan's power, he would definitely be able to take another step and walk out of the boundary of the fairyland!

"Humph! It's ridiculous to be true. A dignified little saint is just a skin of righteousness. What qualifications do you have to attack my Western Church?"

Monk Kongjue sneered and stomped his feet on the ground while speaking. With a crackling roar, the stone peaks on the top of the mountain instantly collapsed!

"Magic is boundless, blood sacrifice for all souls!"

With a crazy grin, hundreds of huge blood-colored light pillars suddenly rushed up from the broken underground, and the wind was swirling. Countless wronged souls struggled and wailed in the blood pillars.

The boundless evil spirit condensed directly into a blood mist, outlining a blood sacrifice formation, completely covering the entire mountain!

"Uh ah ah!"

"No! I don't want to die!"

"Master! Spare my life, Master!"

...

Jiang Yan and Ye Changqing didn't feel anything, but the Western Church disciples in the mountain suddenly wailed miserably.

In the horrified eyes of the crowd, both the demon monks and the blood-colored Buddha statues they summoned turned into a pool of pus and blood in the wailing!

"Buzz~!"

"Woo~!"

With the sacrifice of tens of thousands of Western disciples, countless curse runes floated from the pus and blood, and seemed to be engraved with the last wailing of the group of people before they died, densely packed like a dark cloud whistling in the formation.

"Damn, what a waste!"

Jiang Yan was almost injured by the scene, and his heart was full of heartache.