All Heavens: Achieving Great Supernatural Powers from the Journey to the West

Chapter 120 Demonic Cultivator Monk

"Damn it! Want to kill me? Then you have to die too!"

"The Ten Thousand Demonic Soul-Devouring Formation! Get up!"

As dawn approached, a loud noise broke the tranquility among the ruins. Then an extremely angry roar came from the underground of Fuyuki City, causing everyone onlookers in the hotel to turn their attention.

"Demon! Come!"

Standing in the sky was an immortal monk covered in black robes. His long hair was full of scarlet, and he was holding a large black flag several people high in his hand. The big flag kept waving in his hand, tearing the air and making a whirring sound.

And as these sounds fell, streaks of demonic energy emerged from the big flags, turning into humanoid demons without lower bodies, baring their teeth and claws, biting away at the survivors in the ruins.

boom!

The demonic cultivator swiped, and the big banner turned into a black demonic spear and came out of his hand, stabbing a target on the ground. This blow directly broke through the sound barrier and rolled up layers of air waves, like a thunder god delivering punishment.

The target of the spear was the trial group member who forced him to a dead end. I saw that the other party was a young monk with clear features and bald head. He was wearing a goose-yellow monk's robe and holding a Zen staff in one hand. The monk kept reciting Buddhist sutras, and there was a layer of faint golden Buddha light three feet above his head.

Boom boom boom boom!

Shocking explosions continued one after another, as if hundreds of missiles hit the same location, causing the ruins that had long ago collapsed again. The shocking attack even shook the ground nearly a hundred feet in radius.

The earth shattered, the dust exploded, and turned into dust. For a moment, the demon cultivator didn't know whether the blow hit the opponent. He just looked alert and stretched out his hand to call back the demon flag.

The dust dispersed, and the monk was seen unharmed, with a compassionate and kind face. He held the struggling demon flag in one hand, and the Buddha's light on his body was wiping out the aura of the devil in the demon flag.

"My baby! Give it back to me!" The demon cultivator opened his mouth and roared, looking at the monk with red eyes.

But the monk still looked compassionate and said, "Namo Amitabha."

"The young monk has just said that this time he will neither take the benefactor's life nor forcefully transform the benefactor into a demonic power. As long as the benefactor swears to put down the butcher's knife, the young monk will give the benefactor a way to live."

In the hotel restaurant, Fang Han was a little surprised: "Is there such a reasonable monk in the world?"

Although the monks in Eternal Life also perform good deeds and perform meritorious deeds, they have a lot of vajra methods, and they also have the magical power of forcibly 'transformation' like the Great Purdue Zen Light. They won't try to reason with you.

disobedient? Then be a dog!

Nothing like the current scene, where the monk showed the demon cultivator a way out.

In this kind of trial where people die at any time, killing the opponent can plunder the origin. If other people encounter this kind of profit temptation, they may not be as generous as this monk.

"Fuck your mother! I'll kill whoever I want!" The demonic cultivator had sharp teeth and wouldn't give in. His long scarlet hair seemed to have turned into the claws of a demon.

As if knowing the demon cultivator's determination, the young monk sighed slightly and said: "Namo Amitabha."

"Since the benefactor is unwilling to put down the butcher knife, the young monk can only transform the benefactor's demonic power and then send the benefactor to the neutral camp." The monk was compassionate, and when he was about to take action, he suddenly found another wave in front of him. The figure appears.

This figure is holding an oak staff with a glowing orb on the top. He is also wearing a set of blood-red magic robes. Just listen to this magician laugh and say:

"Haha, what an interesting monk. It seems that you should be the best in this trial camp! It's a pity that you don't pretend to be disguised and expose yourself directly. Then your end will be death!"

Following the magician's words, many figures of various colors appeared around. They hold various weapons and dress up in different ways, but their strength far exceeds that of ordinary people.

The monk glanced around, his face was as usual, he just turned the Buddha beads in the hand holding the magic flag and said: "To cross one person is to cross, and to cross hundreds of people is to cross. There is no distinction between merit and good deeds, they are all good. ”    When nearly a hundred figures appeared, they used different methods to attack and kill them with different powers such as magic, firearms, and supernatural powers. But all of this was blocked by the layer of Buddha's light outside the monk's body, and it could only deviate from the direction, or explode directly, exploding into balls of fire.

Boom boom boom boom!

Explosions many times more violent than before were heard in succession, but the golden Buddha light remained motionless, resisting these external injuries. Until a strong figure with a long sword in his hand jumped out and rushed towards the monk with an astonishing momentum.

The rough figure looked like an ancient monster, with a body length of several feet. The whole person was like a locomotive moving at full speed, crushing towards the monk with unparalleled momentum.

The strong man's extremely burly figure ran at an extremely fast speed, the earth trembled, and the wind pressure blew away the gravel. The two-meter-long blade quickly chopped down, and the terrifying power was transmitted from the Buddha's light to the soil at the monk's feet, directly destroying the already tattered ground under the other's feet.

Boom!

There was another violent vibration, and there was only a 'click' sound, and the Buddha's light slowly shattered. Just when the huge machete was about to fall on the monk's bare head, another sound of Buddha's call was heard. The pure gold Zen staff was as fast as lightning, hanging in front of the monk and emitting precious light, helping him resist the blow.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The Zen staff could not move. The burly and strong man's strength, which could cut a tank in half and slaughter mortals wantonly, could not break through the hanging Zen staff at all. The sword in his hand has cracks and signs of breaking.

powerful! too strong!

At this moment, the strong man had the intention of retreating, but the next second, a magical light poured into his body, giving him even more powerful power.

"Rage spell!"

In the distance, the magician's wand was shining brightly. The strong man's body expanded rapidly, his limbs became thicker and thicker, and his small eyes turned blood red, as if he had lost his mind.

Others did not miss this opportunity and tried their best to get rid of the monk, a powerful enemy.

Bombs, spells, magic, flying swords and other means were used one by one, but they were all scattered and blocked by the Zen staff at extremely fast speeds. Only one rune bullet broke through the Zen staff's blockage and scratched a short bloody mark on the monk's face.

In the hotel restaurant, several people sitting around the round table became interested when they saw this scene.

"Who do you think will win?" Ye Fan turned around and asked.

"It's... hard to say..." Lu Mingfei was not strong enough at this time and couldn't tell.

"I don't know." Meng Qi looked embarrassed.

"The monk will win, right?" Xiao Yan glanced at Ye Fan doubtfully and replied.

"It must be a monk." Fang Han replied directly with no expression on his face.

"Then the monk can win." Luo Feng smiled and didn't care.

Xu Xuanzhi, who was still wearing a suit and leather shoes, glanced at the battle scene with a bored expression and said: "The fighting power of these people is too low. No matter how many hundred more people there are, they can't defeat that monk. If the monk hadn't wanted to kill people, these people should have killed him earlier." They all died.”

Their eyesight is not low, and they can directly see the strength of these weak people. The monk just now had not exerted one-tenth of his full strength, otherwise he would have killed all these cannon fodder characters.

These people really overestimate their capabilities if they want to overwhelm a strong man who is several levels stronger than them with their numbers.

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