Fengshenzhi, I didn't want to fall in love with Nuwa

How powerful the Vajra Prajna Palm is, even if ten Fantian seals are sacrificed at the same time, it is not as powerful as this palm.

Zishou's palm was hard-pressed, and suddenly there was a brittle sound from the bones of his hand, his joints were shattered, and blood flowed out.

He hurriedly jumped back, his right palm drooped, and blood dripped down his fingers.

This is Zi Shou to pick him up, if it were someone else, his body would have been smashed to pieces by now, and he couldn't die anymore.

It's fine if it's just a broken hand bone. After all, the body of a saint can be restored in an instant, but the vajra energy of the old monk's palm surged into the sub receptors, and immediately turned into sharp knives to cut everywhere. .

Zi Shou endured the severe pain by force, mobilized his true energy to fight against the Vajra Qi in his body, and at the same time stretched out his hand, and the Zhuxian sword array reappeared.

The four swords of Zhu Xian, general Mo Xie, and Abi Yuantu turned quickly, and each sword exuded an astonishing sword intent.

Sakyamuni was in the middle of the sword array, he had put down Yin Jiao, stretched out his palms to seal the Buddha with the swastika, and the Vajra Prajna palms resisted the sword's intent.

The sword formation formed by the eight-mouthed long sword tightly surrounded the old monk, killing the immortals, cutting the immortals, stabbing the immortals, and trapping the immortals. Once Abi Yuantu was sacrificed, the sea of ​​blood boiled.

Among these eight kinds of sword intents, I can see that the old monk has a strict Buddha image, and the swastika Buddha seal on his left hand exudes blazing Buddha light, which is bright and upright, and mighty, and every time he swings the Vajra Prajna Palm with his right palm, it is like shattering a small world. prestige.

"Hmph, Di Xin, if you want to use the Zhuxian Sword Formation to kill the poor monk, you still think it's less powerful!" Shakyamuni shouted, the Buddha power surged all over his body, and he tried his best to resist the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

"In that case, let's add another eight mouthfuls!"

Zishou opened his mouth and spat out, and the Kunwu sword spewed out from his mouth, and it immediately turned into eight long swords!

Cover the sun, and use it to point to the sun, then the light and day will be dark.

When the water is cut off, use it to paddle the water, and it will not fit when it is turned on.

Turn the soul, use it to point to the moon, and the toad and rabbit turn it upside down.

Hanging the sword, the bird swims by and touches the blade, like cutting and cutting.

Shocked salamanders use them to flood the sea, and whale salamanders go deep into them.

Destroy the soul, travel in the night with you, and don't meet the evil spirits.

But it is evil, and those who have demons and charms will fall when they see them.

Really strong, cutting jade to cut gold is like cutting civil engineering.

These are the Kunwu Eight Swords forged by the Qi of all directions, and the power of each sword is not inferior to any of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian.

Kunwu's eight swords turned into a sword formation and rushed into the Zhuxian sword formation.

In an instant, the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation was reversed, and the sword intent became many times stronger than before. !

This is by no means as simple as 8+8=16, every sword added is enough to double the sword formation.

If the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation composed of eight swords is eight, adding another sword will double it.

"Ping ping pong pong!"

In the sword array, the old monk's Buddha's light all over his body turned out to be like pieces of glass under the division of the sword's intent.

Zishou stared at Sakyamuni coldly, and the true energy in his body flowed wildly.

The use of the Xiantian Sixteen Swords is also very exhausting to the body, and Zishou would not use it unless it was a critical moment.

This kind of terrifying sword array that can erase the saint's emotional memory is also extremely consuming to oneself. If the strength is not enough, while erasing other people's memory and emotion, one's own memory and emotion will also be worn out.

……

Just when the two were fighting in the west, in the distance of the West Kunlun Mountains, there was a huge tiankeng.

A naked man suddenly climbed up from it. His whole body was dirty, his hair was dirty and long, and his eyes were scarlet, reflecting a fierce light.

"Who... who alarmed me! Don't you want to live!"

The man jumped out of the tiankeng, his hands drooped, and he took a few deep sniffs, looking like a beast.

Suddenly, he seemed to have sensed something, and he jumped in one direction, laughing strangely while running wildly.

Although this person does not fly by the clouds, but only walks on foot, but the speed is faster than time.

And after this person left, an animal hand in the tiankeng suddenly stretched out, as if something was about to crawl out of the tiankeng!

It's a pity that no one noticed this scene.

At this moment, all the saints in the heavens are paying attention to the battle between Zishou and the old monk.

Although no one has ever intervened, if one party loses, there is a high probability that the saint will intervene in the outcome.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The Buddhist robe on the old monk Sakyamuni's body has been twisted into pieces by the sword intent, and even his skin and flesh have been cut by the sword intent. His face is pale, his breathing is short, and he has been seriously injured.

If it was an ordinary sword wound, Sakyamuni could recover in an instant, but the sword intent in his body was the sword intent of killing immortals enough to erase the memory and emotion!

Even if this kind of sword intent tried to resist, it was useless.

But Zishou was not much better at this moment, his face was pale, and he was dripping with cold sweat. When he activated the Zhuxian Sword Formation, he himself would suffer wear and tear. stand up.

Yin Jiao had already shrunk to one side, watching the battle with horror on his face.

Fortunately, although the old monk held him hostage, he was the master of Buddhism after all, so he didn't use him as a shield.

Yin Jiao was able to escape to a safe place.

"Benefactor, do you have to die with the poor monk? Even if the poor monk is wiped out, it will only cause the deity to lose a clone, and you will at least be seriously injured. I'm afraid it's not worth it?"

The old monk's face was pale, and he spoke slowly.

Zishou stared at him coldly and said: "Old monk, let me tell you that anyone who offends me will be punished even if he is far away. Even if I am seriously injured in my arms today, I will definitely not let you live!"

Sakyamuni said: "Then let's see who can support the poor monk and the benefactor to the end!"

Suddenly there was a magic light surge in the west, and Luo Hu appeared in the western sky, watching the battle between the two with a slight sneer.

"Is it really still fighting?"

An old voice suddenly sounded beside his ears: "Luo Hu, I advise you not to act rashly."

Luo Hu snorted coldly, knowing that it was Hongjun who warned him, he was not angry, and said indifferently: "Old dog, how about we discuss a business?"

Hongjun was silent for a moment: "What?"

Luo Hu said: "Come to Milou Mountain, I'll tell you...what? Didn't the dignified Daoist dare?"

Hongjun said: "Why don't you come to my Zixiao Palace, and I'll talk to you, is it possible that the majestic Demon Ancestor dare not?"

Both of them sneered slightly, harboring ghosts in their hearts.

……

"boom!"

With a bang, a sword intent of Zhu Xian slashed out, cutting the old monk's waist into two pieces!

However, Sakyamuni also roared like a tiger, and stretched out his palms, the swastika Buddha seal, and the Vajra Prajna palm blasted towards Zishou at the same time!

Zi Shou hurriedly raised his hand to block it, only to feel as if hit by a speeding train, the joints of his hands were broken instantly, and the whole person staggered back.

Sakyamuni said: "Di Xin, I still win..."

Just at this moment, a naked man ran wildly from afar, and in an instant he came in front of Sakyamuni, reached out and grabbed Sakyamuni's shoulder, and opened his mouth to bite his throat.