Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands together, and finally performed a Buddhist salute towards Su Mo.

The power of faith is mellow, but it is still too far behind, and in today's era, the power of faith is also greatly reduced.

Therefore, after that blow, it was almost consumed.

Although Su Mo's giant sword kept hurting it, it would take a while to completely kill it.

But the Black Mountain old demon had already closed Da'ao, and the old monk's figure turned into golden fragments, like sparks being blown up, flying in the night sky, and then went out.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The black mountain old demon laughed wildly, and the two big turtles aimed at Su Mo and the yellow scarf warrior again.

It has completely lost its mind at this moment, even after this battle, it might lose all its origins and become a little demon, and kill the enemy in front of it.

However, what it didn't expect was.

Countless roots suddenly rushed over and smashed hard on the mountain!

The Montenegrin old demon roared with disbelief in his voice: "You are crazy!"

It really didn't expect that the thousand-year-old tree demon, who was supposed to be his loyal ally, would actually be a villain at this time, stabbing a knife in the back?

To be honest, Su Mo didn't even think of it.

At this moment, the face on the giant tree was filled with fear and sadness, but all were contained by madness and pain.

It radiated green light all over its body, obviously using all its original power, and it was completely in a posture of dying together.

"You killed him...you killed him... Montenegro! I will never die with you!"

Before he finished speaking, the Dryad rushed over brandishing all his roots, madly attacking the old Black Mountain demon.

Although Su Mo couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, the movements of his hands were completely different. The merits and virtues were spent like flowing water, constantly repairing the wounds on the yellow scarf warrior's body, and filling his own true energy and aura.

The dragon and tiger talisman was pushed to the extreme, so that the giant sword seemed unbearable and began to melt slowly.

Fortunately, Su Mo's true qi has been attached to it, otherwise it might have already turned into copper water!

"Why... why!"

The Montenegrin old demon roared unwillingly.

He promised countless benefits, and it was the Dryad who made it come to hunt and kill, but at the last moment, it turned out to be the one who betrayed him.

Originally, it wasn't afraid, but the power that Su Mo erupted was beyond imagination. In addition, its soil spirit root was taken away, and it was directly exposed to the sun attracted by the Golden Buddha before, and its injuries were not healed.

Just now, all the power of faith in Lanruo Temple was gathered together for a blow, and its own source was also consumed countless times. It is at a time of extreme weakness at this moment.

Even comparable to when it had just escaped from hell. .

Chapter 488

And what made the Montenegrin old demon most desperate was that the young monk in front of him didn't know what was going on, and the aura and real energy in his body seemed to be endless.

It was obvious that his face was pale and he looked exhausted, but in the blink of an eye he had recovered to his peak, igniting the runes on the giant sword desperately.

The eight-armed golden armored general was even more the same, obviously already covered in cracks, as if it would shatter like porcelain in the next moment.

Seeing that all the cracks disappeared in the blink of an eye, the frequency of the eight fists waving never slowed down at all.

Now there is even a thousand-year-old tree demon who wants to kill it even if it wants to kill it!

The Montenegrin old demon couldn't help feeling confused.

However, Su Mo sensed that its defense was weak for a moment, so he naturally didn't miss the opportunity. The real qi all over his body erupted again, and the giant sword in his hand emitted a thousand-foot light, piercing deeply into the mountainside, and even a golden light came from the black mountain. The back side is exposed.

This sword almost pierced it through!

The tree demon roared even more, its roots that shone with emerald light lashed the mountain wall like a whip, leaving cracks.

All the coincidences combined finally gave Su Mo the chance to kill the old black mountain demon.

Transform the gods into the realm of spirits by refining qi, and cut down the earth immortals!

The huge sword kept swinging, the powerful fists fell like rain, and the roots of the tree demon stirred the wind.

No matter how old the Montenegro old demon is, he is already desperate at this moment, and there is no chance of a comeback at all.

The huge stone head on the top of the mountain laughed loudly, mouth full of black blood: "Unexpectedly, I escaped the pursuit of hell, and finally was destroyed in the hands of you juniors."

For it, the Dryad is indeed a junior.

Its pair of stone eyes rolled, exuding despair and tyranny: "Then let's go to hell together 12!"

Swah——

The night sky was torn apart, and Su Mo stepped on the giant sword and walked away quickly.

He had already noticed that the aura of the Black Mountain old demon was not right, and chose to avoid it without hesitation.

On the other hand, the tree demon seemed to have gone completely mad, its roots tightly coiled around the black mountain, and its growls tightened, as if it was about to strangle it.

Bang! ! !

The world seemed to lose its color at this moment.

The earth cracked and mountains crumbled.

The black light started from Montenegro and spread in all directions at an unimaginable speed.

The yellow turban warrior took a step forward, with his eight arms spread out, using himself as a shield.

And Su Mo hid behind him, with the huge sword in his hand facing forward, the amulet on it lit up, and Yan Chixia stood beside him.

The next moment, he came into contact with the light.

Yan Chixia felt that she might be deaf, her ears were buzzing, and warm liquid dripped down her earlobe.

There were cracks in the golden armor on the yellow turban warrior, but it was quickly replenished, and most of the aftermath of the self-explosion was blocked by it.

The rest were blocked by Su Mo with his giant sword, so they were not affected by any other impact except for the sound.

After all, the Black Mountain old demon is already in a state of exhaustion, so even if he exposes himself, he can't exert too much power. Otherwise, if an earth immortal explodes himself, even if there are yellow scarf warriors blocking it, Su Mo may be injured himself.

The land with a radius of hundreds of miles directly collapsed, naturally including Guobei County in the distance.

After tonight, there will be no such place as Guobei County, nor Lanruo Temple in the world!

And the tree demon can be regarded as a bit of credit, after all, it erupted from the source, entangled the Black Mountain with its roots, and stopped too much self-explosive force, so that this place was not destroyed more seriously.

But it doesn't make sense anymore.

Because when the smoke and dust dissipated, let alone Lanruo Temple, the surrounding mountains could no longer be seen, and a large pit with a width of nearly a hundred miles and a depth of ten thousand feet appeared on the spot.

Numerous underground water sources flowed out, filling the big pit.

I believe that in more than ten years, this place will evolve into a lake.

In the gushing underground spring, the millennium tree demon has turned into a willow tree only ten meters high and about the waist thickness of an adult. Its body is covered with cracks, as if it would be broken into pieces if touched.

Not only was there no pain on that old face, but there was a childlike smile on the contrary.

Because, there are only a few willow branches left in it, and a small urn is well protected.

"Maybe I shouldn't kill you..."

Seeing Su Mo fall, a sad expression suddenly appeared on grandma's face: "I didn't expect...I didn't expect that he could already show himself with the power of faith, maybe as long as I guard him for a few hundred years, He could really show up again."

"Now, there's nothing left."

"But... since he can show up, why doesn't he come to see me?"

Su Mo looked at the urn without speaking.

He could feel that the soul in the columbarium had dissipated, and the remaining trace of remnants also quickly faded away, because the power of faith was shattered by the old black mountain demon.

In a short time, it will completely disappear into the world.

"He was the former host of Lanruo Temple?" Su Mo asked softly.

"Correct."

A look of nostalgia appeared on grandma's face, as if she was recalling, slowly telling a history that has passed for nearly a thousand years.

And Su Mo didn't say anything about subduing demons, just like an ordinary listener, sitting by and listening quietly.

After a long time.

Grandma's breath was already very weak. She looked at Su Mo and said, "Thousands of calculations have ended in vain. Could this be my retribution?"

"But...but I am committing crimes, why should the retribution be on him!"

Do monsters cry too?

Su Mo didn't know it before, but now, he saw it with his own eyes.

He showed a look of hesitation, and finally, slowly said: "I can try, but it may not succeed, the hope is very small."

"What did you say...?" Grandma fixed her eyes on Su Mo with excitement and disbelief.

"Give it to me." Su Mo opened his hand towards it.

Grandma hesitated for a while, but finally handed over the urn carefully.

Su Mo took it and opened it.

In addition to the snow-white ashes, there was also a piece of old rice paper with a crude painting on it.

The little monk sat cross-legged, and the lush willow tree stood behind him, with the willow branches hanging down, blocking the sun.

After watching for a while, Su Mo moved his right hand, and countless inexplicable energies surged.

There were soul fragments left by those killed by the tree demon for hundreds of years, the power of faith as fine as a gossamer, and Su Mo's own power, all gathered together and poured into the ashes urn.

In the end, the urn exploded, and countless snow-white ashes turned into light spots, which slowly dissipated.

"I can't be sure. He may have completely dispersed, and he may become a new soul in the near future, but he will no longer have any memories of the past, just like a brand new person."

However, the dryad seemed to have not heard the first possibility at all, and just murmured: "A brand new person... a brand new person... okay, that's fine, no more memories, that's fine. …”

It looked at those disappearing spots of light, and tears fell like rain, but with the meaning of relief.

After a long time, he suddenly looked at Su Mo: "You want my wood core?"

Su Mo didn't say anything, it was a tacit consent.

The dryad laughed: "You kill me forcibly and then take the wood crystal nucleus. The wood spirit in the crystal nucleus will dissipate a lot with my death, at least more than [-]%."

Those willow branches swung and suddenly pierced into its own body.

Even though he was well prepared, the Dryad still wailed bitterly. After all, taking his own wood core was like a living person digging out his own heart!

A flashing green crystal was dug out, and the willow branch tremblingly reached out to Su Mo.

Su Mo stretched out his hand, and the crystal nucleus fell gently into his palm.

The dryad's aura began to dissipate rapidly. It looked at Su Mo, its eyes gradually lost its luster, but there was a voice like a whisper: "Thank you..."

.........

The sun rises slowly from the east.

Two paper horses stood, and Yan Chixia and Su Mo rode on them.

"Where does Fellow Daoist Su want to go next?" After hesitating for a while, he still didn't feel the nerve to call out the words Senior Su.

"Zhengqi Villa." Su Mo glanced at Yan Chixia, and suddenly said softly, "Friend Yan, do you want to hear a story? It's about Lanruo Temple."

"Oh?" Yan Chixia showed a look of interest, after all, it was the place where he lived for a long time: "Tell me."

.........

A long time ago, maybe thousands of years.

Lanruo Temple is still a temple full of incense, a young monk secretly planted a willow seedling in the back mountain, just for fun.

As a result, the willow seedling survived tenaciously and began to grow, so the little monk came to water it every day, recite scriptures next to it, and review homework.

Years later, the willow tree grew up, and because of the influence of Buddhist scriptures, it became human.

Although the little monk has also grown into a formal monk, he still likes to come here every day, recite Buddhist scriptures under the willow tree, and talk to him.