The true disciples were silent, and no one dared to come forward to rescue. Even Wan Jianfeng, who was not afraid of life and death, released the hilt of the sword. A kind of terror beyond death blocked his footsteps.

Just like facing a deep abyss, even the bravest warrior will stop, it has nothing to do with cowardice, it comes from instinct, because the abyss is inconquering and cannot even stare for a long time, otherwise it will have an illusion of falling down, and the abyss is also staring at you.

After losing the enemy, the soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion were also confused. They finally broke through the enemy formation and came to the "Twelve Capitals Heavenly Demon Formation", but what should we do next?

There was no new order, and they could not do anything to the giant pillars that stood up to the sky.

As the blood-colored vortex in the sky converged, the power given to them by Asura Tao also faded away like a tide, making them feel deeply tired and unable to bear the iron armor. Even this one, if it were not for the unity and supported by a tenacious will, most of them would fall to the ground like a demon.

A wave of despair spread like a plague. They had obeyed military orders and followed the general to fight to the end, but still could not win?

The man they had all their hopes seemed to have lost the power of resistance. In the vast crowd, someone let out a sad cry: "General!"

The hilt of the knife slid from Li Qingshan's hand, and he was so lonely at this moment.

He hadn't given up on the fight yet, but his arms were completely twisted, accompanied by unprecedented severe pain.

It even far exceeds the little bit of hell pain I have experienced before. Whenever he thinks that the pain has reached its peak, the forked giant trees will further fork, and the number will increase countless times, tearing every bone and every blood vessel.

The Asura's immortal body seems to have become the source of pain. Ordinary people must have gone crazy. Even practitioners with firm will probably have the desire to die.

There is a great horror between life and death. Li Qingshan is no exception. He is afraid and in pain.

Ironically, every time at this time, time passes extremely slowly, which allows him to clearly distinguish every trace of fear and pain, and he can't help complaining: "Why do I suffer this kind of sin?" He will also feel regretful: "If I had known I wouldn't come, I will bother these turtle bastards to die!"

But when this thought flashes through, he can't help but laugh at him as a mortal.

But when the smile appeared on the face, the corners of the mouth were slightly twitching.

Jung-chan's eyes froze, and he was a little surprised: "He is smiling?"

In those red eyes, there was neither hatred nor anger. They silently endured pain in the abyss of fear, and still drew bits of strength from the boundless earth, injected into this broken body, and then used flesh and blood to squeeze one giant tree and countless forks.

Crack... Crack... The dense sound made my scalp numb, and the true disciples widened their eyes, as if they were looking at a monster.

When he gave up defense and attacked wildly, they were already very shocked, and the feelings at this moment were simply indescribable.

Yingzhe also felt a trembling, and suddenly realized that Tu Wancheng's failure was not accidental, and that his opponent was not something that anyone could defeat.

"What is this kid's origin? He is more like the Demon Emperor than the Demon Emperor. The Wanxiang Sect can never cultivate such disciples. Wait, he... he is not the legendary person selected by the Demon Realm!"

Li Qingshan is still struggling with a very ugly look. Even if he died in battle, he will never let his life down even if he can't last for nine days. As long as he is still alive, even if there is only a moment left, he must continue to move forward.

A thought flashed through Johan's mind: "It's so weird, he may really be a legend!" He became even more ruthless: "The dead legend is not a legend!"

"Let him go!" An extremely angry voice, the pale sea of ​​fire burned out the corpses of millions of demons, and the fire gathered into the sky with crystal white bones.

The originally silent flames became surging at this time, as if they were ignorant and angry.

"You dare to come out!" Zhenwu was a little surprised. When did the way of bones become so affectionate and righteous?

Xiao An didn't say anything, and the fire in the sky condensed into a pale bone claw and grabbed it hard towards the skull.

The world reflects the pale sky and the bone claws condense the samadhi white bone fire transformed from the corpses of millions of demons. It is even larger than the slaughter itself. This grab is simply earth-shaking.

"If you survive the five heavenly tribulations, you will still be a little threat." Wushu was unmoved and waved his hand. The bone claws collapsed layer by layer and then disintegrated into ordinary samadhi white bone fire.

Like Tu Wancheng, Xiao An has not yet attained the Stuhan fruit and is unable to control the samadhi white bone fire transformed from the corpses of millions of demons. If he deals with the ordinary demon emperor, he will naturally be killed one by one, but he will have some strength to deal with the incarnation of the lord.

"Hmm?" The flames dissipated, and Jade was about to kill her together, but suddenly discovered that dozens of ferocious skeleton demons on the ground rushed to the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Formation", the totem pole that belonged to him.

It turned out that she also understood that she would never threaten the slaughter. The bone claw was just a sound attack. The key was to destroy the "Twelve Capitals Heavenly Demon Formation".

"What a scheming, it's useless." Jade's hand pressed down again, and the black giant trees penetrated through the air, smashing every skeleton demon. She dodged one after another, but was still hit by a giant tree, and her sternum ruptured and fell from the air.

The abbot of Yangon finally discovered the successor of the white bones he had been looking for, but was surprised that she would be so angry. He looked at the white bones in the sky, and then looked at Li Qingshan. Suddenly he realized something, stood up, recited the six-character mantra, the Ming King possessed him, soared into the sky, and waved his sword to slash at the Tao: "Subdue the Demons!"

Jung-chan narrowed his eyes: "What a bald donkey, you dare to die, want to go to the Pure Land? I want your soul to be scattered and you will never be reborn!"

He grabbed him in his hand and squeezed him to pieces. Just as he was about to wipe out his existence completely, a Buddha light fell from the sky, covering Yeshou's hand, silently disintegrating into sand, revealing the soul of Yangon's abbot, radiating with a faint glow.

The auspicious clouds surging in the sky, and the Buddhist chanting and singing Zen are as if they are close and out of reach, making people yearn for it.

Jung-shou said sternly: "Turn the Buddha's light!"

This Buddha's light comes from the Western Paradise and is personally guided by the Buddha, but it is not something that ordinary monks can enjoy.

He suddenly realized that he was not the only observer.

The abbot of Yangon had a peaceful face and folded his hands together: "The old monk can only help you. If you are compassionate and have a connection with the Buddha, you will have extraordinary fortune." Another hint of compassion was revealed: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is color. The old monk did not understand this principle. The world is not a pure land, and sentient beings are also very foolish, but they are worthy of sacrifice for us. There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" (To be continued.)
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