I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

"Siwei, you take all the tribesmen to seek refuge, and I will cover your rear." Tushan Liuhuan ignored the support of his tribesmen and forced himself to stand up.

"Lord Demon King! We swear to stand by you till death!" Siwei took a deep breath and knelt down on the spot.

"Nonsense! I don't need you! You still want to assist Momo and revitalize the demon clan!" Tushan Liuhuan's eyes were sore and he couldn't help but curse.

The Four-Tailed Fox was silent for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and led the monsters to retreat.

The demon Buddha stood in the air, looking down at the monsters' responses, but he did not stop them. To him, the monsters were nothing but ants, and crushing ants was nothing but a small matter. And the six-tailed monster king was nothing but a slightly larger ant.

There is only one person who is worthy of his attention.

"Xiao Wuyou, I'll give you a chance. Submit to me and be my dog, and I'll spare your life!"

Tushan Momo cursed back: "Pah, pah, pah! Who do you think you are? Are you worthy?"

Cihui, Foxiao, Siwei, and Tushan Liuhuan all felt a sense of exhaustion.

Is this little guy crazy? At this point, don't be so stubborn and provoke the killing god on the other side!

However, what they didn't expect was that Xiao Wuyou actually smiled and praised: "Momo is right."

"I would hate it if you were my dog ​​instead."

Chapter 44 Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?

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The Demon Buddha had just broken through the seal and was in a good mood. Seeing Xiao Wuyou's arrogant words, he laughed instead of getting angry: "Young man, I advise you not to be too angry."

"It should be the other way around. From the moment you attacked Momo, you were already a dead man." Xiao Wuyou didn't try to be tough at all. His eyes were exactly like someone looking at a dead person, without a trace of emotion.

Please, Tushan Momo is a child of destiny. Even if the prophecy is not changed, she will become a demon king in the future. Wouldn't it be a sign of tiredness to attack her?

No matter whether he is a demon or Buddha, in Xiao Wuyou's eyes, he is just a third-rate villain whose death has already been arranged.

"What a pity! I wanted to spare your life, but your arrogance ruined your chance of survival."

The Demon Buddha groaned, then slowly raised his hand and clenched his fist towards Xiao Wuyou.

In an instant, demonic energy rose up and transformed into a huge black hand, as if it wanted to grasp the entire world in its palm.

Not only Xiao Wuyou, but also the demon and human cultivators who were watching from afar were all covered.

Under the overwhelming demonic energy, the ground cracked and the trees withered. No living creature could withstand the demonic energy, and they would decay into dust before they even went crazy.

Be it the Demon King or the divine weapon, the Demon Buddha believes that even if the little fox demon really has some relationship with the first generation Demon King, it will not have the opportunity to use it.

Not to mention Xiao Wuyou, who only has wisdom and physical skills.

However, at the moment when the Demon Buddha thought he had secured victory, bright red stars suddenly appeared in the black fog and demonic energy.

"Oh, still struggling?"

The devil Buddha squeezed again, increasing the force.

Although he was surprised, he still didn't believe that anyone could compete.

Until the bright red color became brighter and brighter, the evil spirit gradually dissipated as if it was burned, and in the distance, peach-red spiritual power burst out, like a peach blossom blooming in the dark clouds.

A hole was torn in the dark clouds, and as the sun set, the sky was filled with colorful peach blossoms.

Xiao Wuyou floated in the air on a dragon, holding Tushan Momo in one hand and holding a sword in the other. He waved his hand casually as if to drive away flies, and the monstrous demonic energy evaporated as if it had never existed.

Not only Xiao Wuyou, but also the demons and human cultivators below, everyone was unharmed!

"You...what did you do? I am practicing the Buddha's Devil's Fall. How could you possibly resist the evil energy brewed by the souls of thousands of wronged lives?!"

The devil Buddha stared with eyes wide open, unable to understand.

Even a powerful being in the Spirit Transformation Stage cannot save so many lives from this monstrous demonic energy!

But when the Demon Buddha finally noticed the weapon in Xiao Wuyou's hand and found the answer, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

It’s not that he forgot, it’s that he doesn’t dare to recall!

If there is anyone who can blow this monstrous sky to ashes with a snap of his fingers, it is only one person!

Xiao Wuyou slowly raised his sword.

The rusty sword blade, bathed in the rain of peach blossoms, transformed bit by bit.

The sword turned completely silver-white, but was dotted with a touch of eerie bright red, which moved and leaped on the sword, transforming into the demonic pattern of a nine-tailed fox.

How could the devil forget? !

The sword was brewed with the blood of the white fox, the soul of the demon, the golden elixir, and the essence of the demon spirit of thousands of demons! Once this sword was out, it was full of myriad changes, beautiful beyond words, yet strange and enchanting, like a peach blossom fantasy world that was isolated from the world!

That was the peerless divine sword that sealed him under the cave back then!

"One of the Seven Great Swords of Immortals, fifth on the Divine Sword List, the Tushan Sword." Xiao Wuyou admired the magical weapon in his hand, and was also pleased by the beautiful sword body.

"It is said that this sword is so beautiful that it does not look like a weapon. It is indeed worthy of its reputation."

But at this moment, the Demon Buddha suddenly jumped up without any warning and punched out!

He admitted that he had underestimated Xiao Wuyou!

The moment the Tushan Sword appeared, the Demon Buddha knew that seniority and cultivation level were no longer important. If he didn't kill the master of the Tushan Sword as soon as possible, he would surely be defeated!

The Tushan Sword is a magical sword. If you are hit by it, you will fall into endless illusions. But because of this, it is very weak in frontal combat.

However, the Demon Buddha never expected that his punch would directly pierce through Xiao Wuyou and Tushan Momo's bodies.

How can it be so simple?

The Demon Buddha was both surprised and delighted. He crushed Xiao Wuyou's heart with one hand and lifted Tushan Momo's neck.

Seeing the painful and distorted expressions of Xiao Wuyou and Tushan Momo, the Demon Buddha felt that he was simply too suspicious.

"Oh, you are still too young. You become careless after getting the magic sword?" the devil Buddha asked proudly.

However, as soon as the words fell, the two people who were originally in pain twisted their faces and made strange laughs.

How can a person still smile after being pierced through the heart?

Even the Demon Buddha felt his scalp tingling at this strange scene, and he was so scared that he let go of the two men.

Tushan Momo laughed and said, "You are the one who is careless."

The devil Buddha was stunned, and when he looked down, he found that his chest had been pierced through.

"Are you looking for this?"

The Demon Buddha raised his head in horror, stretched out his hand weakly, and used all his mighty magic power, but he could not catch up with Xiao Wuyou's speed. He could only watch Xiao Wuyou crush his heart.

"Aa ...

No, no, no! I am a transformed god, demon, and Buddha! Even if I lose my heart, I can still hold on with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

No matter how rational the Demon Buddha was, he could not change the fact that his vitality was rapidly declining. Within a moment, his eyes turned black and his consciousness fell into the abyss.

No! I am the Demon Buddha! How can I die as humbly as an ant!

The devil Buddha opened his eyes suddenly and was stunned to find that he was still alive.

He thought for a long time before he picked up his lost thoughts.

Just when he lowered his head, he found that his limbs were thin and weak. Their skin color was not black, but slightly pale and unhealthy, like that of an ordinary person. His whole body seemed to be filled with the weight of lead, and his cultivation was only at the pitiful Jindan stage.

He thought he was a demon or Buddha, making a name for himself, but he found out it was just a dream, and he was still that humble monk.

Nothing could be more desperate than this.

Looking at the familiar Vajra Gate Temple and the weathered figure of his master, the Demon Buddha suddenly felt that everything in front of him seemed familiar.

"I have already advised you, why don't you repent......"

His master did say this to him.

Because of this, he suddenly realized that everything before his eyes was an illusion!

The Demon Buddha did as he remembered, attacking his master from behind, pulling out his master's intestines alive, and then laughed out loud!

"See? Illusions are just illusions after all. As long as I realize this, even the Tushan Sword can't do anything to me! "

"This child is incorrigible. Amitabha."

The demon Buddha looked at the master with disdain: "You dare to tell me this is just an illusion..."

Before the Demon Buddha could finish his words, his master attacked with a punch, directly blowing up the Demon Buddha's head.

It only took a moment for his head to explode, but the Demon Buddha's consciousness could clearly feel the pain of his skull shattering and his entire brain exploding.

The demon Buddha wailed in pain.

As the scene changed, he suddenly found that all his limbs were nailed with steel nails and fixed to the cliff.

On the opposite side, with the congratulations of the demons, the Nine-tailed Demon Lady was drinking and having fun with a swordsman in white clothes under the peach blossoms on a moonlit night.

The devil Buddha only felt his thoughts in confusion, and he couldn't stop feeling anxious and uneasy in his heart.

Have I become a demon Buddha? What is Xiao Wuyou's method? Or did I fail to defeat the first generation of demon king and sword fairy in the first place? !

Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?

The demon Buddha opened his mouth and wanted to roar, only to find that there were steel nails nailed into his mouth, so he could only make pitiful howls.

Chapter 45: The Power of Tushan Sword

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In the repeated reincarnations, the Demon Buddha sometimes returns to his youth and is tortured by the Vajra Sect. Sometimes he returns to the time when he first met the Demon King and is torn into pieces by five horses. Sometimes he even becomes an ordinary monk and is refined and absorbed by other powerful demons.

The devil Buddha couldn't even tell whether he had experienced all these things or not, and he could hardly even tell who he was.

Just when he was about to go crazy, he finally returned to the sky above Taohua Village again, and Xiao Wuyou and Tushan Momo appeared in front of him.

The devil Buddha's eyes turned red, and he roared hoarsely: "Xiao Wuyou, my devilish way, my devilish energy is endless, my body is indestructible, you can never kill me with your magic!"

"I know. After all, even the first generation Demon King, who had superb illusion skills, couldn't do anything to you." Xiao Wuyou still smiled faintly.

"Die!" The Demon Buddha had already lost his mind and even forgot the logic of the conversation. He rushed towards Xiao Wuyou regardless of everything.

However, Xiao Wuyou was like a mirage, ultimately a phantom, which vanished into thin air with one punch from the Demon Buddha.

The Demon Buddha came to his senses and found himself back in the Vajra Gate temple. He had to go through the same cycle again. Finally, he could not bear it any longer, his knees softened, and he knelt down.

"I... I am a great magician... How could I lose... It's just an illusion..." The devil's eyes were bloodshot, saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and it was unclear whether his face was smiling or crying.

The master in front of him shouted coldly: "No, you evil disciple, you are just a sinner who betrayed my Buddha!"

"Someone, take him to jail!"

The demon Buddha wanted to resist, but he was suppressed by some unknown force and couldn't even move a finger. He was helpless and was beaten by several little monks.

They were dragged into the Kongo Gate dungeon and pushed alive into the purgatory fire cell, enduring a burning torture more painful than death.

In the blink of an eye, he was at the waterfall of Taohua Village again and was pushed into the group of monsters. He was eaten by tens of thousands of cats, dogs and little monsters, from head to toe, without leaving anything.

Being pierced by thousands of arrows, buried alive in the sand, with festering cysts all over the body... In the endless death, even the concept of time becomes blurred.

Maybe ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years.

The Demon Buddha couldn't even remember Xiao Wuyou's face. All he could remember were the terrifying faces that sneered at him and tried to kill him.

Once again, he returned to his master.

This time the Demon Buddha finally broke down and knelt in front of his master, crying loudly.

What devil, what dignity, what anger, all seem so ridiculous in the face of endless pain.

"I'm sorry! Master, I was wrong! I shouldn't have practiced the devil's way, please let me go! Please let me go!" The devil Buddha, no, this little monk who was about to collapse, hugged the master's thigh tightly and wailed.

His master kicked him away, and like a puppet, he repeated indifferently: "Come here, drag him to the prison!"

"Xiao Wuyou! Demon King! Master! No matter who you are, please let me go! I lost, I lost, I am willing to be your slave! Just please forgive me!"

The monks who dragged him ignored his pleas and once again pushed him into the flaming infernal cage.

The devil Buddha couldn't stand it anymore and took out his heart with one palm.

Rather than reincarnate in this endless pain, he would rather die!

However, this time, he only felt that the picture was shattered like a mirror, and when he came to his senses, he found himself above Taohua Village.

In the distance, a gentleman held a sword in one hand and hugged a fox girl with a hint of pink in her white hair with the other.

But the devil Buddha only felt his thoughts dull and he couldn't even recognize who they were.