The invincible king of the city

Chapter 550 Rout
In the sky over Daming Temple, a fierce battle is going on.

Wuming clasped his hands together, uttered Sanskrit sounds, his whole body was filled with golden radiance, and the waves of air rippling layer upon layer, the powerful force continuously swept towards Jian Jiuming.

Jian Jiu understands that his hair is fluttering, and he is carrying a long sword on his back, with one hand casually placed behind his back, and the other hand facing the enemy.

"You have already stepped into the fifth level of God Realm?" Wuming said solemnly.

Jian Jiuming said indifferently: "Now you are no longer worthy of being my opponent."

Wuming sighed, "Jian Jiuming's benefactor is very talented, unlike the old monk, his aptitude is dull, and he can only stay on the fourth floor throughout his life."

A look of arrogance flashed in Jian Jiuming's eyes, "I gave you a chance, today you and your Daming Temple will be destroyed!"

He has stepped into the fifth level of the God Realm, and the strength of Jianzong has been raised to a higher level. The power of Daming Temple is no longer enough for him.

"My Buddha is merciful." Wuming showed compassion in his eyes, "Even if the old man loses, he will buy enough time for Benefactor Lin."

As his voice fell, a huge Buddha statue suddenly appeared behind him. The Buddha statue clasped its hands together, surrounded by countless golden scriptures, dazzling and dazzling.

The Buddha statue was exhaling gently, and the solemn Sanskrit sound washed away. A pair of golden eyes were full of compassion, but also revealed a sense of majesty that could not be ignored.

"Avatar of the Holy Buddha!"

All the disciples of Daming Temple looked at the giant Buddha in the sky with incomparable awe, and the nameless title [Saint Buddha of Suppressing Demons] was derived from it.

"Oh?" Jian Jiuming raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "It's kind of interesting, it seems that you won't make me too boring. However, I still don't know how to use a sword."

Wuming bathed in golden light, with neither joy nor sorrow in his eyes, just like a true Buddha.When he moved, the giant Buddha behind him moved with him.

Jian Jiuming catches the wind as a sword, against Wuming who is using all his strength, he is not defeated.

"Brothers!" Jiekong said firmly, with awe-inspiring eyes, "The abbot has already done his best, and we must not let him down. Take out the determination to protect the Dharma for Benefactor Lin!"

"Yes!"

The morale of the disciples was high, bursting out with a fierce fighting spirit.

On the ground, under the leadership of Jie Kong, hundreds of disciples worked together to resist the crazy attacks of the ten sword servants and six petals.

The treasure of Jiekong was solemn, and with a wave of his palm, the golden light surged, and the pressure as towering as a mountain fell on the 16 people.

However, these 16 people didn't seem to know the pain, and they didn't make a sound even if their skin was bruised.

To become Jian Jiuming's most loyal slave, the top ten sword servants have long been trained like puppets, knowing no fear or pain.

Even if they cut their flesh piece by piece with a knife, they would have no reaction.

The same is true for the six petals. Under the training of Hua Mingyue, they have become walking corpses who only know how to obey.

After being repelled by a wave, they intensified their efforts and killed everyone who could be killed.

In the air, Hua Mingyue withdrew her gaze from the ground, and looked at the opposite person who was both tough and soft, and smiled sarcastically: "Sixteen humanoid freaks, one at the fourth level of the divine realm, and one at the fifth level of the divine realm. The lineup is enough to erase the existence of Daming Temple.

Blame it on your poor egos, so stupid that you won't compromise.Of course, the root of the disaster is still the person you are protecting.You are working hard for him, what is he doing?Be a shrinking turtle, hiding in the tower and not coming out! "

"You are wrong!" Jie Gang looked at her coldly.

"Oh?" Hua Mingyue sneered, "Where did I go wrong."

"In the process of getting rid of the demons, things and me are empty, and he doesn't know everything that happens outside." Jierou always had a smile on his face, even when facing an enemy who might kill him.

Hua Mingyue disdains, "Even if he knows, he can't do anything but wait to be killed!"

"Golden Arhat!"

The surface of Jiegang's skin was stained with a layer of light gold, and every move made a crisp sound of gold and stone colliding.

This is Jiegang's trump card, he no longer keeps it, he breaks the sound barrier, his fists are blazing, and he wants to blast Hua Mingyue into scum.

"Ants!"

Hua Mingyue was disdainful, her robes suddenly agitated, she spit out strange words, and pinched the magic formula with her hands.

A huge flower suddenly appeared under Jie Gang's feet, and the flower was rapidly gathering, trying to swallow Jie Gang.

"You will turn into a puddle of blood!"

Hua Mingyue's whole body was filled with a powerful aura, and she looked at Jie Gang who was struggling weakly with contempt.

Jierou sighed, and under Hua Mingyue's surprised gaze, she slapped herself on the chest.

The next moment, his obese body shriveled up quickly.Just counting breaths, he was as thin as a stick, even thinner than Gangang.

However, his aura is crazily rising, far surpassing before!

"Senior Brother Jierou!" Jie Gang looked in awe, and there was pain in the awe.

Jie Rou is the strongest person under the abbot, the third level of the Divine Realm, while Jie Gang and Jie Kong are only the second level of the Divine Realm.However, if he wants to use this power, he needs to overdraw his life.

Now, he has no choice.

He came in front of Jiegang and stepped towards the flower.

boom!
The energy surges and the flowers wither.

"I won't hold on for a long time, and the battle will be settled quickly." Jie Rou glanced at Jie Gang and smiled softly.

Jie Gang nodded fiercely, "Quick battle!"

"Little monk, don't underestimate me as an old man!"

Hua Mingyue stood in the sky, her old eyes filled with arrogance and disdain.

All around her, scarlet blood flowers condensed and bloomed, and a terrifying and cold aura spread.

Both Jie Gang and Jie Rou's expressions changed at the same time, "The flower of hell!"

"That's right, they are the flowers of hell, and it took me a lot of energy to cultivate them!" Hua Mingyue gently held one of them, her eyes full of love.

To Jie Gang and the others, this warm scene was distorted to the extreme.

Because, the cultivation of the flowers of hell requires the blood of newborn babies, the blood of thousands of babies!

"O great sin!"

The smile on the corner of Jierou's mouth no longer existed, replaced by anger like a volcanic eruption.

He shot out with anger, and slapped his palm, which seemed to be able to suppress the world, and his power was astonishing.

"Exorcism!"

Jie Gang yelled loudly, followed by Jie Rou, and threw out a fierce and domineering punch. The fist was so radiant that it was enough to flatten a mountain.

"madness!"

Hua Mingyue sneered, and with a light wave, the flower of hell flew, and a huge phantom of a blood skull condensed and greeted the two of them.

boom!
In an instant, the blood was soaring to the sky, the aftermath was surging, and two figures fell from the sky.

"The gap in the realm, you can't cross."

Hua Mingyue looked down indifferently, and made a faint sound.

"All are rigid! All are soft!"

Jie Kong was shocked, at the moment when his mind was distracted, the swords of two sword servants pierced his body, and the palms of two petals slapped his chest.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and all of them flew out backwards.

He raised his head subconsciously, his pupils constricted.

In the air, the Demon Suppressing Buddha had his arm chopped off!
(End of this chapter)