surnamed Wang

Chapter 537 Fierce battle
As the beam of light fell, the entire black coffin was illuminated brightly. The crows were extremely afraid of the Buddha's light, and a puff of black smoke would come out just by touching it a little.

A golden figure emerged from behind Monk Jingkong and flew upwards guided by the beam of light, at the same time the second beam of light also arrived as expected.

This time the Buddha's light was brighter than before. After hitting a hole in the top of the black coffin, it completely illuminated every corner of the coffin. The crows had nowhere to escape, and they screamed and disappeared into black smoke.

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The two Living Buddhas flew upwards one after the other, and after their figures floated out of the black coffin, the abbot of Cong Mo Yuan punched out, smashing countless cracks in the black coffin covering fifty miles below.The black sand fell rustlingly, and the monk Jingkong, who had become a Buddha, took a last look at the crowd, then folded his hands and closed his eyes to recite the Buddhist scriptures.

The uncle of the master of Hanjing Temple raised his head to look at Yaliu in mid-air, with no joy or anger on his face, he stretched out his right palm and pushed it out slowly.

A ten-thousand-character Buddha seal slowly emerged on top of Yaliu's head. As monk Huiming pushed it out, the Buddha seal became bigger and bigger, until finally it covered a radius of fifty miles like a black coffin, and it was true.

After finishing all this, the master uncle of Hanjing Temple withdrew his palm and looked towards the west with a calm face. This is all they can do. Once they become immortals and Buddhas, they have nothing to do with mortal affairs.

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It wasn't until the figures of the two disappeared into the sky that the Buddha's light that illuminated half of the sky disappeared. Looking at the two bodies left on the ground, some people lamented while others envied them. Those who lamented understood the regret of ascension without attaining enlightenment, while those who admired thought about themselves I don't know when I can become a fairy.

People are like this, even if they become immortals or Buddhas, they will still have desires, and no one can escape the vulgarity.

Wang Gangquan brushed over the heads of the two monks casually, and put the bodies of the two monks into storage bags. If he wins this time by chance, he can return them to their sects afterwards. If they lose, they can save their bodies from being humiliated.

In the sky, Yaliu looked suspiciously at the huge Buddha seal above his head. The Buddha seal in front of him was very familiar to him, and it was the power of the seal that he hated the most.

Although he has participated in hundreds of battles in Jutu Realm, he still knows very little about the Buddhism that only exists in this world. He only knows that they pay more attention to spiritual cultivation than physical ones.

Yaliu had already suffered from the seal once, and naturally he was unwilling to be sealed again. He stretched out his hand to prop up the huge Buddha seal, but the Buddha seal suddenly fell down at this moment, and the falling process was accompanied by a strong Buddha light. Immediately after touching the Buddha's light, he was burned so that black smoke rose.

It was only then that he realized that the seal of Buddha would suppress him so much. Fortunately, he had previously said that the mutual restraint of all things is an invariable theorem, and he did not expect it to be fulfilled to him so soon.

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The seal of Buddha covers a radius of fifty miles, and the crow is restricted so that there is no room for escape. The sense of powerlessness can be clearly felt by everyone below.

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan couldn't help being amazed, and suddenly remembered Sun Houzi who was crushed by the palm of the Buddha at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. Yaliu probably didn't feel much better than Monkey King now.

Crow Liu above was really uncomfortable. He didn't expect that the human race who had always looked down upon him could force him into such a situation. The anger in his heart couldn't stop gushing out, and the long scythe in his hand was slashed upwards, but he couldn't shake the invisible and invisible. Quality Buddha seal.

"Gah!" A scream resounded through the sky.

With no way to retreat, Yaliu thrust the soul flag with his left hand in front of his body. This time, instead of forming a seal with one hand, he cast a strange spell with both hands at the same time, chanting words in his mouth.

The pitch-black soul banner is known for growing in the wind, and it grows from six feet to ten feet in a short time, and then to ten feet. The ghosts in it are howling, as if they are suffering from great pain.

The huge black flag finally grew to hundreds of feet. The pole of the flag was deeply inserted into the desert below, and the top supported the falling Buddha seal. Countless ghosts poured out of the banner, and began to collide with the Buddha seal without stopping.

The soul flag seems to be a bottomless pit, souls are constantly being wiped out by the Buddha's light, and new souls are constantly coming out. Yaliu is sure that these souls can resist the Buddha's seal, and then turns his attention to the rest of the people. After finding the target, Then the figure disappeared in place.

The next moment, his figure appeared next to Pu Wen, and he swung his sharp claws without hesitation. The latter felt his eyes go dizzy, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

Pu Wen, a person who doesn't even have a golden elixir, is not an opponent of a Nascent Soul stage strongman at all. He was grabbed by the arm with just one touch.

Yaliu didn't give the opponent a chance at all. With a strong left hand, he directly tore off half of his arm, and blood gushed out. Pu Wen stood there dumbfounded. just this.

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All of this happened almost instantaneously, so fast that no one could react, Wang Gingquan's eyes were about to bleed when he saw it, and he rushed out quickly. The next second, a pitch-black hand rested on the back of his head, and suddenly forced his Press it into the yellow sand under your feet.

There was a loud "bang", and everyone was shocked. The black shadow continued to flash, and appeared beside a middle-aged Taoist, sweeping across with a huge scythe in his hand.

A thin red line appeared on the Taoist's neck. Before he realized what had happened, he stretched out his hand to help him, but before he raised it, his head rolled down uncontrollably. After a while of dizziness, his eyes completely disappeared. look.

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The blood spurted out a foot high and sprayed on the people around him. A young Taoist couldn't bear the stimulation and stepped back again and again. At this moment, a black shadow appeared behind him again, like a deadly ghost, clawing from behind. penetrate his body.

Gently pushing the pierced young Taoist away, a heart appeared in Yaliu's hand, and the heart was still beating.

With a cold expression on his face, Yaliu looked down at the warm heart, and then pecked it down.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't hide the fear in their hearts. From the very beginning, the other party was playing tricks on them, but now that he's making serious moves, no one can stop him from killing.

Yaliu swallowed a whole heart, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, his face was still calm, and he looked directly at Wang Quanquan in the crowd.

All of a sudden, the sharp point of the knife came to less than three inches away from Wang Jingquan's eyes, but it was difficult to get any further.

For the first time, Yaliu's gaze changed, and he saw an old monk standing in front of Wang Gingquan, relying on his body to block the fatal blow.

Wang Gingquan was only three inches away from death, his eyes trembled, and endless sadness welled up in his heart. The Jiekong monk in front of him was invited by himself. The monk has been hanging the pot to help the world for so many years. He should have the opportunity to become a Buddha. Sow the finishing touches.

The old monk seemed to have seen the other party's thoughts, and lightly recited the Buddha's mantra:

"Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell? The poor monk is saving people by treating illnesses, and he is saving people now. There is no difference between the two. Your Majesty..."

Before Jiekong could finish speaking, Yaliu slammed the sickle in his hand, took the old monk flying out, and said sarcastically:
"You bald donkeys are the most annoying."

After finishing speaking, he turned the sickle in his hand and slashed at Wang Quanquan again.

With a crisp sound of "ding", the little Taoist priest came to greet the bridegroom with his sword, and deflected the opponent's attack with one move.Wang Gingquan also came back to his senses at this time, stabbed out the long sword in his hand, and fought side by side with the bridegroom.

Seeing this, the few young Taoist priests of the Shangqing Palace looked at each other and rushed forward with their swords in hand.

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(End of this chapter)