Chapter 1301 Black Rakshasa Reappears

He couldn't sit back and do nothing, and couldn't let the scepter fall into the hands of the wicked, otherwise, the world would be doomed.

Of course, in addition to Ji Dian, there was a group of reincarnations.

It was nothing, they coveted the scepter of the Black Rakshasa.

They didn't show up openly because they were afraid of being killed by the Black Rakshasa.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder roared, as if it was a warning from nature about the impending disaster. The rare astronomical phenomenon of the dog eating the moon, at this moment, foreshadowed a more ominous omen.

The full moon was torn apart by the dog, and finally turned into fragments, slowly sinking into the endless darkness. This is not only a manifestation of natural laws, but also a symbol of the breaking of a certain balance of power between heaven and earth.

Ji Dian failed to snatch his golden body back from Yuan Batian because the golden body was snatched from the Black Rakshasa by Chang Wei and Esdeath.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, once the golden body falls into the hands of the Black Rakshasa, the divine power of Guoqing Temple will be gone.

Ji Dian had no way to stop the Black Rakshasa by destroying the golden body and drawing the golden seal.

So Ji Dian was now running wildly with the Black Rakshasa's scepter dug out from under the Guanyin Bodhisattva statue. He wanted to stay away from Hangzhou City to avoid the harm to innocent people.

Just as Ji Dian was anxious and ready to flee Hangzhou City with the scepter containing supreme magic power to prevent innocent people from suffering, a deafening roar suddenly broke out in the mountains and forests, like the roar of an ancient giant beast, shaking every inch of land.

The earth trembled violently under the impact of this force, as if it was hit hard by an invisible giant hammer, cracking into hideous cracks.

From these cracks, a huge black claw slowly stretched out, covered with iron-hard scales, flashing a frightening cold light in the weak light, and each scale seemed to carry endless evil and power.

Along with the appearance of the devil's claws, a burst of arrogant and ferocious laughter echoed in the valley. The voice carried an indescribable evil and complacency, which made people shudder.

The laughter was like a cold wind blowing through the forest, penetrating the heart. Even the warriors of the reincarnation who had experienced countless life and death tests could not help but feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet and rushing to the top of their heads.

"Hahaha, Ji Dian, do you think you can escape from my palm with your mortal body? I will take the scepter, and I will take your life too!"

As the laughter gradually approached, a figure as tall as a mountain slowly walked out of the shadows. It was the evil god who was terrified by everyone - Black Rakshasa.

The figure of Black Rakshasa was like a moving black mountain. His eyes were like the abyss, deep and unpredictable. There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already played with Ji Dian's fate.

The reincarnations looked at each other, and their hearts were extremely heavy.

They had tried to find Yuan Batian, hoping to find the key to fighting against Black Rakshasa from him - the golden body, but they found nothing. Without the golden body, how could they fight against this evil god who was almost immortal?

"Those gods really didn't care at all?"

The reincarnationists were a little surprised.

"It's normal for gods to fight, not to mention that it's a fight for face."

The Celestial Dynasty's reincarnationists were experienced. From the beginning, they didn't expect those high-ranking gods and Buddhas to help, especially in this situation that might involve internal tests of Buddhism.

Esdeath looked at Black Rakshasa.

"Didn't he die? How come he's alive again?"

Esdeath still had Black Rakshasa's magic hand on his hand.

"Death doesn't mean he's really dead. It's easy for evil gods like Black Rakshasa to be immortal."

Chang Wei said indifferently.

If Black Rakshasa wasn't immortal, he wouldn't have been sealed by Sakyamuni, but would have been killed directly or passed into Lingshan to become a Buddha.

The existence of Black Rakshasa is an anomaly in the world. His power comes from endless resentment and darkness. Even if he is sealed, it is difficult to completely erase his existence.

At this moment, because of the appearance of the magic weapon "Black Rakshasa's Magic Hand", Black Rakshasa's attention was attracted by Esdeath. He turned his head suddenly, looking at the woman holding his relics with a sharp gaze.

"It's you! That woman!"

Black Rakshasa's voice was full of fear and anger. He obviously did not forget the trouble Esdeath had brought him.

For a moment, he actually forgot to play tricks on Ji Dian and kicked the latter away. He rolled in the air like a dead leaf, and then he grabbed the scepter that was originally in Ji Dian's hand.

The scepter changed rapidly in Black Rakshasa's hand. The length of only one and a half meters increased instantly until it matched Black Rakshasa's ten-meter-tall body.

The scepter is golden in color, with edges but no blades on all four sides. It looks like a mace used in ancient battlefields, but it is not an ordinary soft whip. The handleless part is inlaid with nine golden skulls of different sizes. Each skull seems to have life, with empty eyes but endless resentment and power, which makes people feel terrified at a glance.

With the scepter in hand, the momentum of Black Rakshasa instantly climbed to the peak, like a volcano about to erupt. The demonic energy on his body surged like a torrent, squeezing and distorting the air around him, as if even the sky and the earth were sunken by this force.

The light of the sun and the moon was obscured by this thick demonic energy, and the whole world fell into a dark chaos. The thick black fog was like a huge curtain, tightly wrapping the sky and the earth, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

In the depths of this chaos, the figure of Black Rakshasa loomed, like a giant beast hidden in the darkness, quietly waiting for the arrival of its prey.

His eyes flashed with red light, like two burning flames, penetrating the thick black fog and looking directly at Esdeath.

His figure kept changing in the darkness, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, like a ghost, making people palpitate.

"Come!"

Black Rakshasa's voice exploded in the chaos like thunder, and he punched Esdeath suddenly.

This punch condensed all his strength and magic energy, and the power of Rakshasa's magic fist was exerted to the extreme at this moment. The fist wind whistled, with destructive power, as if it was going to punch through the whole world.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the space was distorted, as if even time was affected by this power, becoming slow and heavy.

The sparks generated by the friction between the fist wind and the air cut through the darkness like a meteor, illuminating everything around. This punch caused the sky to collapse and the earth to split, and all things were annihilated.

Esdeath's eyes lit up. She felt the terrifying power of Black Rakshasa's punch and couldn't help but marvel in her heart.