Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

Some people did react, such as the demon cultivators in Chongzhou. When they heard the words "Tantric Buddhism", they knew that the other party must have come to avenge the death of Saint Sangharama.

In the sky, Batugu Brahmin was riding on a six-tusked white elephant. A halo behind his head emitted golden Buddha light. He had a solemn appearance, drooping eyebrows and kind eyes.

After he finished speaking, Awati Bola, who was riding on a thousand-headed snake, looked at the monks of both the righteous and evil sects in the Firefly Sea and snorted coldly.

"The time limit is one stick of incense. If the irrelevant people do not retreat, it will be equivalent to colluding with this devil, and they will be killed and suppressed together."

Such arrogant words naturally aroused dissatisfaction among many monks present.

Especially the strong ones in Daotai realm, they are all well-known figures, how can they tolerate being ridiculed like this.

But just when someone was about to curse, Avati Bharat stepped forward barefoot.

Boom!

The strong wind passed through like a strong wind, and no matter whether they were disciples in the Yunling Realm, elders in the Mizang Realm, or sect masters in the Daotai Realm, their faces suddenly changed, and they felt a strong sense of crisis, just like small animals facing a natural disaster.

"The Purple Palace is powerful."

The Daotai realm masters opened their mouths wide and understood what realm Awati Bola was in.

"Su Jie, you have killed the holy monks of my sect and brought disaster to the world. If you don't surrender quickly and convert to Buddhism, you must put down your butcher knife before you can become a Buddha. Otherwise, what awaits you is only falling into the boundless hell, where you will be in a dilemma between life and death."

Yakup Kshati was riding a golden peacock with a wingspan of ten feet, and behind him stood several high monks at the Daotai realm. At this moment, he spoke the divine order, and his voice contained a hint of temptation.

On the island in the middle of the Firefly Sea, some demon cultivators whose wills were slightly weaker knelt down on the spot, crying bitterly and regretting the killings they had committed.

Behind Batugu Fanzhi's head, Buddha's light shone everywhere. The golden Buddha's light was like a sun hanging high in the sky, or like a furious Vajra. Suddenly, he shouted, "Sujie, you still don't know how to repent?"

The momentum of a mountain and a tsunami crushed down, turning the sea of ​​fireflies upside down, and the air almost froze.

"I know who they are. Legend has it that there are three great monks in Tantric Buddhism, each of whom is a Purple Mansion monk. They are coming out in full force."

"Three Purple Palace monks."

"It's over now."

The disciples of Guiling Palace were worried. Although many of them had a kind of blind fanaticism towards their own master, their master was the only Purple Mansion master in the south.

But what appeared now were three Purple Mansion monks.

In a three-on-one situation, no matter how much confidence they had in Su Jie, they knew in their hearts that Su Jie was in great danger this time.

The faces of those monks from both the righteous and evil sects who came to participate in the celebration changed suddenly.

The righteous monks had different thoughts, and some of them even had joy on their faces.

If Tantric Buddhism could get rid of Su Jie, then they would be able to free themselves from the rule of Guiling Palace and would no longer have to submit to it and pay huge tributes of resources every year.

However, these righteous monks did not know that Tantric Buddhism would not leave after dealing with Su Jie, but planned to completely occupy this vital land.

Once Tantric Buddhism succeeds, the people who rule them will simply be a new force, and their lives might not be as good as when Guiling Palace was in power.

Different from the righteous people who had different thoughts, the pace of the demon cultivators in Chongzhou was much more unified. They began to retreat quietly one by one.

They, the demon cultivators, have always been alert and know how to judge the situation.

In the past, when Su Jie was powerful, they surrendered to him. Now that Buddhism is powerful, they have no intention of following Su Jie to the end.

If the situation goes wrong, they will definitely be the first to run away. If Su Jie has the upper hand, they can charge forward.

The demon cultivators are just like this, they are fence-sitters, it is their instinct to bully the weak and fear the strong. As the saying goes, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.

As the three great monks Batugu Brahma, Awati Bola and Yakup Kshati descended into the sea of ​​fireflies, everyone's eyes were cast on Sujie, wanting to see Sujie's reaction.

Under the pressure from the three great monks, Su Jie didn't seem to feel any pressure at all. He stepped forward and laughed loudly.

"Hahahahaha, you want me to surrender. Don't you bald asses understand the situation? You are the challenger."

Stab it!

Dazzling lightning surged under Su Jie's feet, and lines of purple sky thunder condensed into a staircase in the void. Su Jie walked towards the sky step by step.

"If you don't change your mind, you will die."

Awati Bola, who had the most violent temperament, was furious when he saw that Su Jie dared to resist. He stomped his feet hard, and the thousand-headed snakes under his feet opened their mouths and roared like thunder. He then rushed towards Su Jie.

"Demon, come and see the Mahayana Buddhism that I teach."

Avati Bala pushed his palms forward and formed the Vajra Wheel Seal with his palms. The shadow of Mount Sumeru appeared behind him, and a swastika light wheel continued to expand, trying to suppress Sujie.

The thousand-foot-high Mount Sumeru pressed down heavily, and the bodies and souls of ordinary Daotai realm cultivators would be crushed into mud.

"Little tricks."

Su Jie didn't even look at him, he just punched him roughly.

When the fist is thrown, the wind moves, the clouds surge, the earth collapses, and the sky tilts.

With just one punch, the sky seemed to collapse, the earth cracked, and magma gushed out. Crack! Boom!

The virtual image of Mount Sumeru seemed to be stepped on by the giant. The towering Mount Sumeru collapsed and disintegrated directly. The golden swastika halo also shattered and was broken by Su Jie's punch.

"what!"

Awati Bola's face changed, and before he could react, Su Jie's fist knocked him away, leaving a big hole in his chest that was transparent from front to back, and his internal organs could be clearly seen.

The whole audience was shocked. The monks from both the righteous and evil sects who saw this scene all widened their eyes. Awati Pola, who was so majestic just now, was actually punched through the chest by Su Jie.

The power of a punch is so terrifying.

Those Chongzhou demon cultivators who were originally retreating suddenly felt their energy and spirit returning. They stopped retreating and decided to wait and see for a while.

"Damn it!"

Awati Pola is a Purple Mansion monk. Such an injury is nothing to him. Compared with the pain caused by the injury, the trampling of his dignity made him furious.

He suddenly grabbed a Vajra Pestle in his right palm, which turned out to be a mid-grade spiritual treasure.

The whole person also jumped high up, spanning ten thousand meters, and the Vajra Pestle fell down with thunder. The nine golden rings above vibrated and rippled Sanskrit sounds, and the void was burning with pure glazed fire, which was going to smash Su Jie's body and burn his soul to ashes.

"You are the only one who has the treasure?"

A ninth-grade holy lotus emerged under Su Jie's feet. In his left hand, he held the Umbrella of Raging Green Waves. This middle-grade spiritual treasure was the most precious treasure of the Guanchao Pavilion. In his right hand, he also held a Blue Luan and Red Dragon Fan, which was an innate spiritual object contributed by Qin Yuchang of the Sky Patrol.

Facing Awati Bola who attacked again, Sujie turned the Green Wave Umbrella in his hand.

The water of Firefly Sea was stirred up into thousands of huge waves, which turned into hundreds of roaring dragons that flew into the sky and hit the Vajra Pestle repeatedly, causing the nine golden rings to tremble continuously. The Sanskrit sounds were directly interrupted, and the Glazed Pure Fire was completely extinguished by the lake water.

They are both mid-grade spiritual treasures. Whoever has a higher cultivation level will naturally have greater power.

Just like the same knife, its power is different in the hands of a child and in the hands of a strong man.

Just like now, the attack of the Vajra Pestle was interrupted halfway, and a group of dragons entangled Awati Bola and bit him closely, wrapping him tightly.

Water can overcome hardness and is the softest of all things.

In Su Jie's hands, the characteristics of the Blue Wave Umbrella were brought to the limit, temporarily trapping Awati Bola. No matter how the opponent attacked him, he would not be able to escape for a while.

Su Jie sneered and fanned the Qingluan Chijiao fan. The blazing flames covered the sky and burned towards Awati Bola. This flame not only targeted the physical body, but also the yang spirit.

"Amitabha, evil demon, don't stop."

At this moment, a Sanskrit sound came from the void, and it turned out that Batugu Fanzhi could no longer sit still.

Originally, he sat still and let Awati Bola take action. It would be best if Awati Bola could defeat Sujie in a one-on-one fight, which would greatly promote the power of their Tantric Buddhism.

Only one of the three great monks was needed to destroy the evil Su Jie, which would naturally shock the world.

But this idea was naturally shattered as Avati Bhara fell into a disadvantage.

If he didn't take action, Awati Polo would be beaten to death by Su Jie, let alone defeating Su Jie in a one-on-one fight.

Batugu Fanzhi pressed down with one hand, turned his wrist, and large golden Sanskrit characters appeared on his palm, forming a golden chain that wrapped around Awati Bola's waist and pulled him back in time before the scorching flames of the Qingluan Chijiao fan could burn him.

"Come when you want and leave when you want?"

Seeing this, the Ninth Grade Holy Lotus under Su Jie's feet suddenly rose up, and the seven lotus petals scattered crystal drops, and phantoms of dragons, phoenixes and unicorns were running and jumping around.

Su Jie grabbed the ninth-grade holy lotus and dunked it in mid-air.

The ninth-grade holy lotus suddenly spun, the holy lotus core exuded fragrance, and the powerful suction force pulled Awati Bola.

This pulled not only Avati Bharata's physical body, but also his yang spirit.

Because in the lotus core of the ninth-grade holy lotus, there is a black bead floating up and down. This is the innate spiritual object, the Netherworld Soul-Captivating Bead, which specializes in attacks at the soul level.

Awati Bola howled in agony. His waist and abdomen were torn apart, his yang spirit was torn apart, and his body and soul were in great pain at the same time, which made even his Buddha heart unable to bear it.

At this time, Su Jie himself flew into the air, clenched his left fist, and smashed down like a landslide.

"Amitabha!"

There was no mercy in Batugu Fanzhi's eyes. He clenched his right hand into a palm and touched Su Jie's face in the air.

As the fist wind and palm force collided, ripples appeared in the void and black cracks spread across the sky.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yakup Kshati quickly took action and wrapped Avati Bharata with his robe.

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Avati Bhara's body was broken into two parts from the waist and abdomen. The upper body was pulled back to Yakup Kshati, and the broken lower body fell into the sea of ​​fireflies.

All the righteous and evil monks who witnessed this scene were shocked beyond words.

Su Jie was able to be the first to severely injure Awati Bola in the confrontation between the three Purple Mansion monks.

Although this was related to the fact that Batugu Brahma and Yakup Shati just stood by and watched, Sujie's strength had been revealed in the battle, at least his strength far exceeded that of Avati Bhara. (End of this chapter)