Merit Accumulation: I Conferred God and Become a Buddha

Chapter 45 One will succeed and all will die (Following up is very important, please read up!)
The huge rumbling sound lasted for ten seconds, kicking up a vast expanse of dust.

Row upon row of buildings were destroyed one after another, and seven holes appeared on the high walls.

In the end, Suna Yantian fell into a pile of ruins, even rolled and crashed into a ruined wall, and sat down on the ground, unable to move his blood-soaked body.

Ge Lan's sword was immobilized by an invisible force, and it stayed within an inch of his chest. The black mist light wave followed the sharp blade and approached the edge of the sword. This majestic oppressive force bound him to the bone and hurt him.

"What a powerful sword!"

As soon as he said those words, he couldn't hold back the surging blood and spit out the hot liquid in his stomach.

The blade of the sword was grasped by an outstretched hand, and the cut hand was bleeding profusely.

"Do you want to compare strength?"

Although he looks gentle on the outside, the fierceness in his bones is an innate disposition.

There was no rage in his eyes, just a shadow of ruthless indifference.

The bloody hand's grip on Ge Lan's sword was also a kind of suppression, and the clenched fist shone with silver light.

In an instant, two enormous forces collided together.

Dozens of wind beams erupted from the frenzied black air and silver light, and the buildings within a hundred meters fell apart in the cutting.

The silver light covered the sword body with ice, gradually suppressing the release of the black mist demonic energy.

The demon knife Yuye was still in Suna Yantian's right hand, and he stabbed it directly.

The wind danced violently, blowing the whole body of the eldest son of the Demon King, stirring his beautiful long silver-gold hair.

The scene that caught his eyes stunned him slightly.

The long knife was grasped by an unreal woman with bare hands. She exposed her upper body from the sword body, and her thick curly long hair fluttered beautifully.

The left hand holding the long knife quickly transformed into the image of dead wood and vines, climbing and spreading, entangled Suna Yanten's right arm, and brutally tore it off.

The splattered blood splashed in the air, rendering it red and bright.

The dead wood and vines that swim like snakes stretch back and forth, returning to their original shape.

The demon king stabbed the long knife in his hand downwards, but this killing action suddenly froze, and was locked by Suna Yantian with a force-binding spell.

She let out a disdainful "tss", the illusory figure was pierced by the sword, and shattered and dissipated with a "bang".

These real swords grow from Suna Yanten's body, and after successfully killing the target, they come and go back to where they came from.

The long knife fell out of thin air, and was caught by Suna Yanten's regrown right hand.

The right hand cut down from the top neatly, and the blade broke suddenly when it hit Ge Lan's sword, and a sharp blade flew out and fell to the ground.

Yu Ye, the Yaodao that had slain the dragon Garner, was actually destroyed by Ge Lanjian.

"Good sword!"

Suna Yanten smiled slightly, and dropped the weapon that was only half in his hand.

At the bottom of the handle of the knife, Jialan's bloody head was stuck.

"Use it for me? You seem to be sealed in the sword, I will try my best to release you, how?"

Ge Lan's sword was imprisoned in the opponent's hand, without any movement or sound.

The eldest son of the Demon King was still immersed in unsatisfactory emotions, and he didn't even notice the lurking danger coming quietly.

After he discovered that something was wrong, a huge monster appeared in the surrounding space, covering the twenty-story buildings.

As soon as the behemoth curled up tightly, skyscrapers immediately shattered.

The boulder fragments fell from the sky overhead, and Suna Yanten glanced ahead, and was swallowed by the bloody mouth that rushed out of thin air.

Because of the penetrating force, the snake head glided like a rampage for a long distance, colliding with buildings and collapsing continuously.

Suna Yantian survived safe and sound, the snake's head was stuck from ear to ear by the light blades growing from all over his body.

Enduring the severe pain, the snake head bit off with one bite, and was undoubtedly tied into a hedgehog.

Taking advantage of the moment when the fangs and serrations closed, the figure standing in the snake's mouth retreated, flying in the air, jumped up at high speed, jumped to the top of the snake's head, and stabbed the Ge Lan sword in his hand.

I saw miasma oozing from the wound, releasing a large amount, and even the hilt of the sword was scalding hot.

Just as Suna Yantian withdrew his burned hand, he was thrown away by the shaking snake head, and the majestic and terrifying snake body crushed towards him from all directions.

The indescribable roar of the beast shook the heavens and the earth, which was similar to the roar of a dragon.

Such a tragic and mournful voice drifted into Feng Yu's ears, awakening a little consciousness, and his fingers moved slightly.

Because the supernatural power "Seven Orifices and Exquisite Heart" is only 30.00% activated, even with his eyes closed, he can see things that ordinary people cannot see with naked eyes.

Corpses littered the battlefield, with broken limbs and heads piled up in a mess.

The mysterious spiritual gate emerged out of thin air in the center of the battlefield, like a huge wall formed by the condensed darkness, filled with dead silence, and wafting a terrifying ghostly aura.

Creatures that do not belong to this world poured out from the door, wandering the battlefield, each armed with whips, knives and forks, iron locks, guns and swords to arrest the dead souls.

These little ghosts are the messengers of hell's soldiers. Where there are a lot of human deaths in the world, they will be there. They are ordered by the king of Hades to bring the souls of the dead back to hell for judgment.

Their dwarf-like small and exquisite bodies shuttled across the battlefield, holding a long iron lock in one hand to clasp the neck of the dead soul, binding their hands, and leading the dead soul to walk.

Whoever dared to resist would be beaten and severely whipped.

The dead souls were so frightened that they didn't even dare to wail. Like prisoners, the Yin soldiers put chains around their necks, tied their hands, and walked with the large team.

There were five or six little minions in armor standing beside Feng Yu, with their big bony eyes open, their expressions froze, dazed and cute with a bit of fear.

They thought the boy was dead, and wanted to pull his soul out of his body, but they didn't dare to reach out and touch his body, because they would be burned by the inconceivable golden light.

"Oh... pain, pain, pain!"

The kid who cried out in pain was more unlucky, it acted as an example and stretched out its hand first, but as soon as it touched the boy's clothes, its five fingers looked as if they had been roasted by flames.

It blew on its red fingers with its mouth, and complained of pain while blowing, with an aggrieved expression.

The companions were very grateful for its sacrifice in their hearts, but they didn't say it out of their mouths, and laughed on their faces.

"The injury is so serious, is this person dead or not?"

"I couldn't hear his breathing or his heartbeat."

"Do you want to ask the boss to come over and take a look?"

Their boss is the deputy commander who is one level lower than the commander of the Yin soldiers.

When the two bald little ghosts, who looked like mummies, turned around to find the boss, they bumped into a monk walking towards them, and they knelt down and kowtowed in fright.

"Wow, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! Why are you here?"

"It's been a long time since you walked out of hell yourself."

"Wooooow, I want to cry when I see you. Too many human beings have died here, and their lives are still alive. It's so pitiful."

Although Feng Yu has broken arrows in his eyes, he sees things that are invisible to the naked eye.

The chirping little ghosts knelt down towards the monk in red robes with a circle of glory floating behind his head.

(End of this chapter)