Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 316 Buddha Sword Nirvana
The demon flew up in the sky, and the vast demonic energy condensed behind the nine-headed demon dragon phantom and roared up to the sky. Although the scheme was broken, he still had the upper hand in the life-and-death fight.

I saw the creation of the world with his left hand, and the bloody flames frightened the plain girl;The two magic swords came out of the same place and were born one after another. One is a pure killing tool, but the other hosts the energy of creation.

The devil recalled in his heart the majestic shadow he saw in the Heavenly Demon Pool in the alien world in the past, testing the extremely domineering destructive moves when he destroyed Tianlai, and the creative power he used when shaping his body.

Destruction and regeneration.

Even if it is less than one-ten-thousandth of the real body's strength, it has had a profound impact on the demon. Later, when casting two magic swords, he consciously or unintentionally used these insights to explore this transcendence in practice. Human principles and principles.

The demon merged the two swords into a huge sword that lifted the sky and stabbed at the Buddha's sword. Wherever the sword's edge passed, the sky was breaking and the earth was screaming. Su Huanzhen and others were shocked by the mighty force like a natural disaster. .

"This power..."

Yuan'er moved the roots of heaven and earth again, but the vibrating vitality around him was completely out of his control; the dark dust sent out wingless cicadas, and was scattered by the invisible force field before they got close; the three members also used their unique skills, But whether it is the Yin Corpse Dafa or the Fire Dragon Golden Demon Body, they burst like foam in the wind.

Only the sun and the moon talents have a tacit understanding, and they agree with each other, and the two swords evolve into the true shape of a dragon and a phoenix, and go straight to the shadow, sharing the pressure for the Buddha sword.

The young phoenix speaks in the moon cage Qishan, and the old dragon sings in the sea at sunrise.

The red phoenix and the purple dragon are divided into yin and yang, each showing their supernatural powers, flying around the Baizhang Demon Sword, like a purple-red circle tightly enclosing the two swords. Sword Sha and Sword Gang were crushed layer by layer, and soon the Demon Sword itself appeared.

However, the talents of Sun and Moon have no deep roots, and the weapons in their hands are not as good as the peerless magic sword. The dragon and phoenix sword light handed over to the Creator God, and only heard a clear cry.

The demon ignored him indifferently. From the beginning to the end, he did not pay attention to the struggle between Su Huanzhen and Tan Wuyu. Only the trick of destroying the demon that the holy walker sacrificed his life was his confidant.

Sure enough, just when the magic sword collapsed and the combination of the sun and the moon showed a slight flaw, the Buddha sword that had been accumulating strength finally opened its eyes.

"Om, um, ni, ba, mi, hum!"

The Buddha Sword's face is like a diamond with glaring eyes, and its voice is like a thunderbolt. In the dazzling Buddha's light bursting from the whole body, the silver relics all over the head and the snow-white cassock are covered with a layer of gold veil, which looks extremely solemn.

He recited the six-syllable mantra, and the inconceivable power was poured into the Buddha's seal along the demon-conquering seal formed by his hands, and the holy sword suddenly burst into light, connecting to the unknowable Buddha land.

There was an illusory Dharma sound in the air, and the golden body of the Buddhist sword melted in the brilliance. The thousand-year-old hard work and the thousand-year foundation have all been transformed into vigorous true energy at this moment, and even reached the state of extreme essence under the ultimate condensed and ultimate purity. .

"drink--!"

The wrath of King Ming can break the King Kong, and the wish of self-denial is majestic. The Shenyuan sword seal that gathers all the vows, vitality and vitality of the holy walker is wrapped in the Buddha's card and turned into a mighty holy sword. , all dharmas are shattered, the four elements are eliminated, and even the thoughts are all returned to silence.

Faced with the life-sacrificing blow of the Buddhist sword, the demon stood in awe, holding both palms empty, and a pair of demon swords immediately turned into red and blue demonic light and returned to his hands.

Demon Sword Rage God and Demon Sword Chuangshi respectively erupted with monstrous power, the violent wind tore through thousands of miles of dark clouds, and it seemed that there was an incredible chilong probing the claws to stir the sky.

The god-like demon once again proclaimed his name to the heavens and the earth.

"My left hand holds destruction tightly, and my right hand holds rebirth. My name is Shenzong·Dimozun!"

The two swords crossed against Hengtian's sword, and the burst of magic fire and Buddha's light clashed fiercely, exploding countless bright fireworks.The demon did not dodge or dodge, but he completely relied on his own strength to share with the Buddhist sword.

Seeing this, the holy walker directly liberated himself completely, turned into countless light spots and merged into the holy sword, and the buddha's power burst out again in an instant, overwhelming the demon in one fell swoop, and smashed it from the air into the ground.

Like a nuclear bomb erupting, the violent energy impact expands rapidly in all directions in a spherical shape, mercilessly devouring everything along the way, turning it into dust, and offering the most glorious funeral.

"Daddy! Don't!"

Shuiguan Xie'er grabbed Yuan'er who was rushing forward, ignoring his struggle and flew back together with the others.

The ocean of light flooded the entire Chunlin Realm, purifying every inch of the land that was infiltrated by the magic energy.When the tide receded, only a scorched scar remained.

"Daddy!"

Yuan'er broke free from the shackles of the Jie'er water officer, cried and ran towards the center of the battlefield, searching everywhere, but he could no longer see that firm and stalwart figure.

He suddenly fell to his knees, digging down frantically, the ground was filthy regardless, his hands were dripping with blood, tears fell into the dust like tears, and the blood turned into dark red mud.

The group of three felt distressed when they saw it, and wished they could step forward to comfort them immediately, but Su Huanhua silently stopped them.

"At this time, let him vent for a while."

The child's immature hands couldn't stand such torture at all, and soon lost consciousness. No matter how hard Ren Yuan'er tried, he couldn't dig up another handful of dirt.

He sat there in a daze, finally realizing one thing all too clearly—his dad was really gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He stopped crying.

Shuiguan Xie'er walked up to him gently, and handed over the treasure he had accidentally lost before.

The Wuwu ball emits a faint fluorescence, and the stars float in the air, gradually converging into the appearance of a holy walker.

"Daddy! Are you okay?"

Yuan'er opened her eyes wide and stretched out her hands with joy to hug him, but her arms passed through his illusory body.

The phantom of the Buddhist sword showed a helpless smile to Yuan'er, who was full of disappointment, raised his hand on top of Yuan'er's head, moved his lips as if to say a word, then turned his head, and performed a Buddhist salute to everyone with palms together, Then it re-scattered into fireflies all over the sky.

But there was something extra in front of Yuan'er, it was a golden, round relic with a faint golden light.

He hastily wiped his hands on his body, but failed to wipe off the bloody hands, on the contrary, they became more and more dirty, and he was so anxious that he wanted to cry again.

Water Officer Jie'er reached out and tapped his forehead lightly, then took out a small bottle and poured out two drops of nectar.

The nectar fell on Yuan'er's scarred hands, and it immediately glowed with a clear light, and all injuries were healed in the blink of an eye.

Yuan'er didn't care about thanking her, and quickly put her hands together reverently, letting the relic fall into her palm.

Just when he was still immersed in unspeakable sorrow and joy, the water officer Jie'er suddenly plucked the string of the zither, and the spiritual sound turned into an invisible barrier in front of the two of them.

The next moment, the demonic aura revived again, the pale and bloody Emperor Mozun reappeared, and shouted at them, "Hand over the relics that the Buddha sword shared, or you won't even be able to leave today!"

Behind him, the Saintess and the Sword Demon stared at him.

(End of this chapter)