After being sick and scum, welcome to the Shura field

"Want to escape?"

Seeing that Gu Er had broken his arm to survive and escaped his control, the demon god showed an angry "expression" on the eerie face of changing clouds and mist.

At this time, seeing the corrosive "black mist" entangled again, Chenghong, who had been seriously injured, folded his hands together, and a Qinghua Buddha lotus bloomed from the bottom of his feet. The two petals closed together to block the blow.

In this way, he managed to attract the Demon God's attention.

"Son of Buddha and Dao, among these three thousand gods and Buddhas, which one do you believe in, and which one will come to save you?"

With a single glance, the demon god sees through everything in Chenghong, the interspersed lines of cause and effect, the intricate rebirth and overlapping of space, he came to cut off the fate of cause and effect, but he was deeply trapped in it, causing the cycle of fate to recur.

"I believe in fate, and I also believe that fate is created by myself, all causes and effects are created, and the poor monk bears everything by himself."

Even in the face of the cruel majesty of the demon god, Chenghong is neither humble nor overbearing.

"I'm afraid you can't afford it."

A large piece of turbid and red space was distorted for a while, and the flat space was torn apart instantly, and the nine-headed dragon from the abyss of the demon world flew down from the sky.

It is an undead creature, half of its body is corrupted, and the green gas floating around it is a kind of poison, and the flame gas it spits out can dissolve all magic barriers.

This dark creature lives on magic power and is a subordinate of the demon god.

Chenghong flicked his robe, his figure was agile, and he retreated again and again.

Under the violent wind and waves, the huge evil body of the nine-headed dragon covered the sky, casting a frightening shadow like an island in the sky.

In such a comparison, the existence of Chenghong's white spot appears so small and dangerous.

Although the old abbot of Moha Temple and all the immortals tried their best to protect the people from being affected, they also paid close attention to Chenghong's situation.

Seeing the Nine-headed Dragon being summoned from the abyss, his expression was serious, and he suddenly shouted: "Chenghong, take the stick!"

As he said that, a bright red light shot towards Cheng Hong like a ball of open fire.

He froze for a moment, but still reached out to take the flying Zen staff.

"When all living beings are confused, they form their minds; when all beings are enlightened, they release their minds and become their natures!"

The old abbot's voice was so loud that it was like ten thousand voices in unison, and it reached Chenghong's ears overwhelmingly, making him startled.

"All beings lost their time..."

He muttered again in a low voice.

In an instant, his whole body seemed to be pierced, and the Zen staff in his hand emitted a dazzling light, which dispersed the poisonous haze brought by the nine-headed dragon.

Seeing this, the old abbot's heavy and pale face finally eased a little. Reflecting the warm and majestic Buddha light, he sighed in his heart: He expected that the Luo Xiao stick could be used by the Holy Son without having to recognize the master. , and can exert the greatest power...

Now, he is powerless, and everything can only rely on his miracle to see if there is a turning point.

The old abbot didn't know that Chenghong was no less familiar with Luo Xiaozhang than he was.

In the first life, after the old abbot passed away, he became the new abbot of the Moha Temple, and at the same time inherited the most holy treasure of the Moha Temple——the Luoxiao Staff.

Now his cultivation level is not as good as that of his first life, but now Chenghong doesn't care much, and directly uses the biggest secret move of Luo Xiaozhang.

"The body of the Buddha is the Dharma body, born from immeasurable merit and wisdom, and born from the knowledge and vision of liberation from precepts, concentration and wisdom—"

The Buddha's words were like divine dharma, and Luo Xiao's staff shot straight into the sky like a cluster of astonishing fireworks, setting off thousands of waves.

The heavy clouds and haze were blasted away, and when the cloud circle continued to spread, a phoenix burning in the raging fire flew out. Evil.

"Then, what is that?!"

The others saw the flames burning like sunset clouds in the sky, and their hearts were shocked, full of surprise and doubt.

"The phoenix, also known as the fire phoenix, is said to be an ancient mythical beast that can be reborn countless times from the ashes of fire and possesses the power of the ancient god realm."

After the old abbot finished speaking in astonishment, he slowly closed his eyelids trembling, and silently recited the Buddha's prayer.

It turns out that the Luoxiao stick is actually the habitat of the phoenix fire phoenix. The abbot of the first generation of Maha Zen Temple died too suddenly and did not disclose the situation of the stick. No one has penetrated this great secret, but they only know that the Luo Xiao Staff is a top-grade fairy weapon.

Right now, if it wasn't for the bond between Luo Xiao Staff and Cheng Hong, it wouldn't be possible to summon it to help in the battle.

"Fire Phoenix, Phoenix?!"

The phoenix spread a pair of overwhelming wings, a dive accelerated, and the extremely strong acceleration passed through the air, forming meteorite-like flashes and flames, and collided with the nine-headed dragon.

The sudden and devastating explosion caused a siphon, and a huge black hole appeared above. The phoenix and the nine-headed dragon were dragged in together. In addition, the space was distorted, and all the original transmission channels were destroyed. The Demon God screamed and struggled to be sucked in.

For a moment, the sky and the earth paled, and after a burst of eye-splitting and tinnitus, everything disappeared into peace again.

puff--

Chenghong spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was as white as paper, lost his Luo Xiao staff, and exhausted his mana, people were like scattered flower petals, powerless to wither and land.

The monk's robe fluttered down from the ethereal and empty sky, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead for a moment.

"elder brother--"

"Son--"

"Master uncle (junior brother, senior brother)—"

When he landed, everyone rushed over together, eager to catch him.

But the person who stayed out of the matter was faster than everyone else. He turned into a cloud of black air and approached the fainted Chenghong, and his figure appeared.

This person is the emperor.

Now he is cooperating with Tanya, so he begged him to rescue Chenghong.

He easily lifted the dark-faced Gu Er with one hand, and Cheng Hong with a pale face and frowning eyebrows with the other.

Tan Ya marveled at Chenghong's cultivation, and couldn't recover for a long time.

He didn't have time to take over Chenghong, so he could only ask Renhuang.

He believes that Ren Huang is a smart man, for Gu Junshi, for him to resurrect his relatives and deceased, for the sake of the common people in this world, he should understand that Chenghong's power is indispensable, he cannot die.

Demon God is also the strength shown by Chenghong unexpectedly.

Although Hongcheng was exhausted with this one move, he could drive the phoenix to help him exorcise evil spirits. It was the power from ancient gods and demons, and even the nine-headed dragon could not resist it.

"With this kind of good fortune, in time, I estimate that even this seat will be avoided by three points. It's a pity...time doesn't wait for you. The gap between you and this seat is more than tens of millions of years. The current you are nothing more than that."

As soon as the rampant and confident words fell, an endless "black hole" reappeared in the previously purified sky, as if the sky had collapsed, making one's breathing heavy and depressing, and the skull began to feel numb involuntarily.

"Is that what you are capable of? Then, it's time to end this boring and lengthy process..."

The pair of red pupils of the Demon God shone with a captivating light, continuously infusing vitality and power into the Demon God's body, and the milky white luster of spiritual power, if substantial, was swallowed by his demonic energy and turned into demonic energy to continuously nourish and mend his shortcomings .

What this represents, anyone can guess.

The more people died, the greater the power of the demon god's recovery.

And through the scene of the picture projected in the fog, what is presented is the scene of the tragic suffering of several worlds, and the blood pervades the world, without exception.

At this time, the hope in everyone's heart seemed to be wiped out in an instant.

Seeing that all their efforts and prayers were shattered time and time again, they almost lost the spiritual power to maintain the basic spells, and almost every one of them was pale and powerless.

Everything in front of them showed a gray color, just like their state of mind.

And in a corner where no one was paying attention, that small piece of sky was affected by some kind of force, and a piece of gray snow fell silently.

In the eyes of cultivators, a group of organizations that represent heretics and crooked ways are defending, refining, and sacrificing the formation with a pious and turbulent excitement.

As the critical moment approached, black lotus flowers bloomed one after another strangely in the air, and they connected one after another to pave a gorgeous and mysterious dark passage.