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Chapter 200: The Bold Demon Monk Talks Wildly! (Seeking monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)
Su Heng slapped back the heavy blow to the future Buddha Jialan Valley without holding back. He gently pointed forward with one finger, and the strength of his whole body gathered at his fingertips like a stream.

boom!
A beam of hot dark red light burst out.

A huge fireball appeared out of nowhere in the lush jungle.

The air expanded due to the heat, the ground rolled up, and the surrounding soil and grass were torn into pieces, turning into countless black smoke that drifted outward.

A scorching hot air blew towards him, and Su Heng's clothes fluttered in the wind.

"hiss--"

A stream of white smoke escaped from the corner of Su Heng's mouth and quickly disappeared in the strong wind.

Su Heng frowned deeply, and black and red bloodshot burst out from his pupils. His strong and terrifying intuition made him vaguely aware of the abnormality in the surrounding environment.

In the distance, a huge pine tree several tens of meters high was burned into charcoal by the high temperature, and it cracked with a bang, splashing smoke and dust. In the black smoke and scarlet flames, the burly figure of the future Fojia Lan Gu limped out from inside.

His entire body was pitch black, his flesh was burnt red, and the melted fat flowed down his sturdy body and landed on the burning flames on the ground. The flames shot up with a "hiss", and a burnt smell came from a distance with the wind.

Although Jialan Valley looked extremely miserable at this time.

But in fact, his injuries were not serious, just superficial wounds.

The body of a Tiangui realm expert has undergone abnormal development, and his strong vitality is almost inhuman. At this time, the wounds have begun to scab while walking. Large pieces of dark red blood scabs fall off his body, and the slightly pink new skin is exposed to the distorted sunlight.

"Damn it, I underestimated you just now!" Jialan Gu's eyes turned red and he was breathing heavily.

Although the injury was not serious, the pain in his body was real. Su Heng's move just now was like throwing him into a frying pan. The severe pain made his face distorted.

"There is something here that is affecting my strength." Su Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and saw clues in the forest.

"Yes, this is the magic circle of the Three-World Mingwang."

Bhagavan's hoarse voice came slowly, and he bowed to Su Heng with one hand.

Then he began to explain, "The Three-World Vidyaraja is ranked second among the five great Vidyarajas in the Hundred Buddha Temple and is known as the Most Victorious Vajra. His secret method can subdue the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, and the three realms, so he is called the Three-World Vidyaraja."

"Donor—be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bhagavan raised his head sharply.

His pupils, which were deeply embedded in his eye sockets, suddenly burst into a burning golden light, which was as dazzling as a bunch of sharp swords piercing the sky. The moment the two looked at each other, even Su Heng, who was as strong as he was, suddenly felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

Click!

The surrounding void was cracked and shattered like glass.

Mountains, forests, rocks, cliffs, waterfalls, etc., all the scenes in front of Su Heng collapsed and turned into nothingness. In their place was a huge circular altar, which was paved with rough rocks. It was ancient and heavy, and there were ancient Sanskrit inscriptions on it.

Looking around, three green-faced Vajras, over a hundred meters tall, were bathing in the fire of catastrophe, stepping on ghosts and gods. Their eight arms, as thick as coiled dragons, held swords, Dharma wheels, prayer flags and other various magical instruments. Ancient and vast Sanskrit sounds came from the flames.

The three King Kongs look almost identical.

It’s just that the expressions on their faces are different: anger, greed, and obsession.

But the burning gazes were like searchlights, all falling on Su Heng. In just a moment, Su Heng felt extremely heavy all over, as if he was sinking into the deep sea. Moreover, the speed of the force flowing through his body was also slowing down. The strong support that he used to be able to use like an arm now seemed to be separated by a thick layer of glass, creating a certain barrier.

And his spiritual perception was also affected.

The scene before him was like a faded oil painting, constantly distorting and reorganizing. In his ears he could hear the whispers of evil spirits and demons, making it impossible to concentrate.

“Among the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance subdued by the Vajra King of the Three Ages, greed weakens the body, anger blocks strength and ignorance confuses right and wrong, gives rise to evil deeds and affects perception.” Bhagavan threw the human skin lamp in his hand to the ground.

The lamp shattered with a sound, and the fire spread in an instant, forming a huge ring of fire.

The entire altar was engulfed in it, making this already evil battlefield look like the Avici Hell.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless and turning back is the shore. If the donor is willing to convert to Buddhism, he will be free from the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance and attain paradise soon." Bhagavan turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and actually took the initiative to persuade.

It seemed as if he had already won, and treated Su Heng like a trapped beast in a cage, not taking him seriously at all!!!
"What do you mean by endless suffering?!"

Su Heng laughed as if he heard a joke, and then said grimly, "Since I became famous, I have been rampant and reckless, and I have always avenged my enemies on the spot, but I have never felt that I have lived a hard day."

"But you——"

Su Heng let out a string of weird laughter with ill intentions, "You bold and evil monk, you don't know how high the heaven is or how deep the earth is. You are still talking nonsense here, I think you don't take me seriously at all!"

“Why waste time talking to him!” The future Buddha Jialangu shook his head and took a step forward.

The ground exploded with a loud bang, followed by cracks. His face was filled with rage, and his breathing was heavy.

He first spoke to Bhagavan who was standing beside him, then turned around, his bloodshot eyes fell on Su Heng, and sneered, "You enjoyed beating me just now, now I'll show you what Master Buddha can do."

"Come on, you garbage!" Su Heng said with disdain.

Jialan Gu's figure was still, and he suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled a lot of air. The countless streams of fire burning on the ground were swallowed into his body in an instant like a sea absorbing hundreds of rivers. Jialan Gu's flesh and blood quickly turned red and swelled, and then burned with raging flames, and his face turned into an angry Vajra.

"open!"

He roared loudly and folded his arms forward.

There was a metallic vibration of "ding", like the sound of a huge bell, and a blazing red fire ring expanded behind Jialan Valley.

At this time, Jialan Gu's upper body was naked and his lower body was covered with a monk's robe.

His strong muscles were all radiant with a metallic sheen, like a Vajra Warrior sculpture in a temple. He no longer looked fat as before, and under the light of the fire, every move of Jialan Gu exuded masculine power, as if he could subdue all the evil spirits.

"This palm is called freedom!" Jialan Gu's momentum quickly rose to the peak, his left foot stepped forward on the ground, his center of gravity pressed down, and his powerful force squeezed his calf like a spring. His muscles trembled, tensed, and then exploded instantly -

call out!
With a sharp and piercing sound of breaking through the air.

Jialan Valley's huge body, like a mountain of flesh, burst out at an incredible speed, like a scarlet straight line, flashing towards Su Heng.

Facing such an attack, Su Heng did not even activate his Ba Wu true body.

He endured all the negative states of the Three-generation Ming King, just to keep the dragon blood active, muscles tensed, veins bulging, and punched forward with a big and wide punch. This punch was ordinary, but it was big and grand, without any tricks or changes, purely relying on basic strength to crush.

Snapped!
On the battlefield, Jialan Gu's pupils shrank violently.

He only felt that the punch coming towards him was like a black tide, the force in it was irresistible. The strong breath of death that followed made him feel cold all over, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

At the critical moment, relying on the super-fast reaction of the Tiangui strongman and the interference brought by the Three-World Mingwang formation, Jialan Gu narrowly avoided the attack, but the lotus hat on his head was swept away by the strong wind and turned into powder.

Boom!

A punch like a mad dragon landed on the empty space behind him.

The ground shook violently, holes appeared, and the strong force and thick smoke swept through, carrying gravel and scattering in all directions.

A large part of it fell on Jialan Gu's broad back and neck, just like being hit by a broadsword mine. Jialan Gu's back was a bloody mess, and scarlet scratches appeared on his face.

"Die!!!" Under the severe pain, Jialan Gu's hands moved more and more violently.

The full-strength punch hit Su Heng's chest hard, and the counterattack made his skin and flesh tremble. The fire all over his body exploded, and with a "boom" it soared into the sky. Like a volcanic eruption, a huge pillar of fire with a diameter of more than ten meters formed on the battlefield, covering Su Heng's body.

At the same time, Bhagavan in the back was also turning the Buddhist beads and chanting scriptures.

Amid the humming sound of ancient Sanskrit, the three Dharma Kings on the altar opened their eyes at the same time, raised the vajra, sword, and staff in their hands high, and smashed them down on Su Heng's head.

boom!
The ground caved in and cracked, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Only the flames that blocked out the sun burst out, and a dark light inside never dissipated like a nightmare.

The hot wind rolled over, and Jialan Gu gasped violently. His figure flashed and appeared beside Bhagavan. His arm had been twisted into a knot in the collision just now, but he did not feel that he had caused any harm to Su Heng. At this time, there was doubt on his face, "If the two of us use our full strength, plus the help of the formation, we should be able to kill this man."

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple.” Bhagavan took a deep breath and said calmly.

"What did you say--" Jialan Valley's King Kong glared, but his voice was interrupted by a loud buzzing sound.

He looked up suddenly, and his pupils suddenly contracted and froze.

But he saw that the three great images of the Ming Wang that supported the Three-World Ming Wang formation around the altar were shaking all at once. It was like a raging dragon turning over a river, or like an evil demon that had been suppressed in hell for a thousand years suddenly appeared, wanting to burn this filthy world to ashes with raging fire.

A dark and powerful aura as vast as the ocean surged out from the raging fire and swept in all directions.

The moment I sensed that breath.

The expression on Jialan Gu's face froze and turned into horror.

And Bhagavan's expression suddenly changed, he no longer had the confidence of winning as before.

He suddenly stopped his hand and crushed a Buddhist bead. "It's bad! We might have provoked a terrible existence this time!"

(End of this chapter)