Merit Accumulation: I Conferred God and Become a Buddha

Chapter 33

Feng Yu's face was covered with bright and dazzling scarlet, with a baby-like sad and fragile look between his brows, and his bloody body was buried in the rubble.

The demon king's soft sigh was full of sadness, and he felt the wind and snow blowing all over the sky was bitingly cold.

The warrior covered in pitch-black armor stopped, bent slightly, stretched out a hand to grab a head of black hair, and lifted the boy out of the rubble.

Blood poured out from the broken body, dyeing the snow red, and even the fingers were dripping with blood.

The body and mind of the black-armored warrior were captured by the monsters in Luzhou, Beiju. For a while, he didn't recognize the boy who was beyond recognition.

The all-electric weapon loaded with the entire right arm telescopically moves from the inside out, and the muzzles of all the machine guns are aimed at the boy's face, heart, and body.

As long as a shot is fired, the bright human being held by the soldiers will be torn apart.

"Damn, who are you pointing the gun at?"

Only a pair of eyes were exposed under the protective mask, and the pupils of the black-armored warrior slowly condensed like needlepoints, and it was unknown where the sound came from the boy's body.

Even the high vigilance of a soldier did not allow him to suppress the dangerous attack.

When the right arm wrapped around the iron plate suddenly flew up, the left arm that was about to shoot was separated at the shoulder.

The dark light blade flashed through the splashing blood.

The head was displaced at the base of the owner's neck and rolled into a pool of blood.

The energy chip implanted in the soldier's chest was pierced by a sword, and the source of power connected to the black armor battle suit was completely paralyzed and scrapped.

Electromagnetic waves permeated the body of the fallen warrior, reflecting Feng Yu's face in blue light.

Because the world of Jambudvipa is guarded by an enchantment set up by the dragon god Qingli, the monsters who traveled through time and space from Beiju Luzhou were afraid of the energy of the enchantment burning, so they had to parasitize human bodies to survive.

Now that the host is dead, the viscous green liquid spouted from the eyes is flowing on the ground, wriggling with difficulty.

"Damn it! You bloody monster!"

The dark green slime can actually make a hoarse and terrifying noise, angrily and cursing.

"Brat...I want to eat you..."

Feng Yu stood expressionless, looking down at the mucus on the ground with cold eyes, the dark eyes without whites were like deep black holes that could absorb everything.

"Eat me?"

Seeing the corners of the boy's mouth raised, showing a devilish playful smile, the slime that produced the spontaneous combustion phenomenon dared not move in fear, but couldn't help being dazed by the eye-catching face that combined youthful beauty and cruel blood.

It felt as if it was suffocating for breath and couldn't help sighing and moaning.

"You'd better die obediently, worm."

Just distracted for a moment, the monster that melted into the shape of slime still did not lose its pride before it was completely swallowed up by the flames.

"I am a follower of Lord Sunayanten, the eldest son of the Demon King. He said that every follower of him is a warrior."

The murmured dark green mucus was completely swallowed by the flames. This flame is the energy transformation of the enchantment covering the world of Jambudvipa.

The cold light blade flew away in a flash, Feng Yu splashed the blood on the blade into the void, and the Ge Lan sword, which was constantly emitting black energy, disappeared in his hand.

The cold wind blew his clothes and pants, and the hem of the blood-stained coat turned over like the wings of a flying swallow, walking alone towards the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

As the number of enchanters did not decrease sharply but increased, an army organized by humans also appeared in time.

Under the dark clouds, aircraft of different shapes hovered in the dark sky, repeating their circling trajectories in groups.

The civilians looked up from the ground, and in their vision were countless birds flying in circles in one place. It looked like a huge Tai Chi gossip diagram rotating in place, with black spots scattered all over the sky.

Countless black-armored warriors descended from the sky around the city of gold, silver and iron, firing cannons in the air before their feet touched the ground.

A raging fire stream poured from the flame emitter, sweeping a fire curtain more than 30 meters long on the ground.

The battlefield, which was already horrible, has evolved into scenes of death, blood and terror that are intensifying.

The blood-colored vermilion figure moved forward against the wind, exuding the vicissitudes and loneliness of being independent from the world, and the hem of the coat fluttered like a dream.

Miraculously, he was not injured by weapons and flames, and even rockets and missiles would pass by him as if deliberately avoiding it. This was because the wisps of black air spilling out of his body spread out a one-meter-wide defensive line of protection.

The air was hot and scorching, and the wind was dyed vermilion.

The confused battlefield was obscured by gunpowder smoke.

The wind and the flames were entwined, and the figure walking from the smoke became the focus of attention.

The hem of the clothes that seemed to be blooming red flowers slapped the man's knees, and a few pieces were swaying in the wind, agitating a beautiful arc.

The cold wind also seems to be intoxicated by it, blowing the beautiful face of the figure.

The supernatural existence made the possessor eager to move, surrounded him from all directions, and rushed towards the figure.

The blood sprayed into the air was blown away by the wind, and the blood mist filled the air.

The head, hands and feet, and half of the body, with broken armor and broken armor, kept rolling to the ground.

The scarlet hot liquid that rendered the void took advantage of the cold wind blowing and sprayed all over the figure's body.

The sword in his hand was not stained with a trace of blood, this was because the ultra-high miracle swordsmanship surpassed the adhesion speed of blood.

Leng Xian'er, who watched the killing from a distance, was stunned in the barrier, feeling dizzy and almost fainting.

Shocked by Feng Yu's fierce and stern fighting demeanor, she sighed, but is such a cold and dark figure really Feng Yu?
Thinking of the demon king's dark complexion, beautiful and delicate face, she couldn't help shivering.

The handsome face that was bathed in the rain of blood, when illuminated by the light from the sky, was full of bright red and bright beauty, shining with exquisite and translucent brilliance.

Wherever the holy light goes, the enchanter is annihilated in ashes.

At this time, no one did not look up, maintaining a consistent upward movement.

The petals are flying all over the sky, fluttering and floating, floating in the void, exuding hundreds of thousands of colors.

When the black clouds that covered the sky and the sun dissipated, a huge white and flawless lotus flower was suspended in the sky. The center of the flower opened upwards, and the top was rounded, forming a big canopy.

The radiance disperses the biting cold and releases the warmth of spring.

The blizzard died down and gradually disappeared.

The land returned to peace and tranquility, and only the ruins piled up everywhere proved that the war really took place.

The ancient roar of the dragon resounded from the lotus, shocking the world.

Feng Yu jumped up, soared into the sky, and appeared on the top of the thousand-petal snow lotus, looking down at the flower-core lotus pod.

Surrounding the lotus pod are countless white stamens and yellow anthers, lotus seeds grow in the lotus pod, and there are two human heads facing each other on it.

Two blue dragons hovered above the lotus, and their endless chant had a kind of inexplicable desolation and sadness.

Miaohua and Fulian sacrificed their bodies and blood to the heaven and earth, and only the heads were slowly turned into powder and disappeared.

On the bloodless and pale face, there was a lingering melancholy and sad look.

"You guys go back to the Dragon God Ancestral Hall" uttered from the withered lips like petals.

The two heads opened their eyes, and an unfathomable and lonely expression settled in the dull eyes.

"Go back." The voice was light and sad.

The gentle breeze blowing, blowing the flowing blue hair of the head.

(End of this chapter)