Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 127 Suzaku's Homecoming
A figure in Taoist robes appeared next to Wu Xin without warning.

He raised his foot and kicked, and Baifaxian's body flew out of the unbreakable Arhat formation like a gust of wind, and landed in Sikong Changfeng's arms.

"Are you also here for the exercises of Rakshatang?"

Wuxin didn't look at Han Ye, but murmured in a low voice, his eyes gradually filled with blood.

"Unintentionally bewitched! Come and eradicate him with me!"

Zen Master Dajue suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, the muscles on his body swelled, and he stepped into the formation with a face full of shock and anger.

Everyone in the field looked at Wuxin in surprise after hearing the words.

Han Ye raised his hand.

A light golden transparent ball flew out of the small golden stupa in the temple.

"It's Wangyou's relic!" Zen Master Dajue stepped forward a few steps, and was about to reach out to grab it.

With a flick of Han Ye's fingers, Wangyou's relic disintegrated into an aura that entered Wuxin's eyebrows and eyes, and then Wuxin's entire body disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Jinxian's eyes, which were originally watching the excitement, narrowed suddenly when he saw the scene.

"Transferring objects out of thin air! What kind of method is this!?"

"Where did you get that little devil!? Wangyou has already killed several pilgrims. Don't you want to continue to help the evil and kill innocent people!?"

Dajue walked towards Han Ye with aggressive steps. Every step he took, the bluestone bricks on the ground would crack and shatter.

And his body gradually turned golden, and his figure swelled up strangely, as if a giant golden statue in a temple was revived.

"In the last phase of this phase, the Arhats will return to one."

"At this time, the internal power of the Eighteen Arhats is all in Dajue alone, and his strength is infinitely close to that of Fuyao." Sikong Changfeng explained.

Dajue's aura suddenly burst out, and Shanshi's big fist quickly hit Han Ye's face.

"Tsk, your Vajra Immortality magic skill is too bad."

"Look at me."

Han Ye stood still, his skin turned pale gold, and he seemed to be connected to the earth in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Sikong Changfeng frowned.

"It's like this again. I didn't even feel the fluctuation of internal force. How did this kid do it?"

Zen Master Dajue's fist slammed down with great force, and Han Ye's glaring King Kong's eyes met.

In an instant, the world suddenly darkened.

Dajue missed a punch, but when he turned around to check, he was stunned in place.

I saw the boundless world, the mountains of Bodhisattva's bones, the sea of ​​Buddha's flesh and blood, and countless resentful souls flying in the air.

A huge Buddha statue stands between the dark sky and the earth.

The Buddha statue slowly opened its eyes, watching Dajue's empty eyes leaving dark mucus.

"Dajue, can you get rid of my Buddha demon?" The brilliant voice resounded in the ears of Zen Master Dajue.

"!!!" Dajue's complexion was pale, and he screamed pitifully.

All they could see was Zen Master Dajue flying in the air, and his face suddenly became terrified.

The punch containing the supreme Buddha's light shattered in an instant like tofu falling on a stone after touching Han Ye's Jin.

The piercing pain spread from the arm to Dajue's whole body.

The flashing golden light on his body suddenly faded, and the whole person shrunk back to a human shape.

The right hand disappeared from the wrist down, replaced by the remaining silky flesh.

The eighteen arhats around seemed to be shocked, they all vomited blood, and sat cross-legged to adjust their breath.

On the other hand, Han Ye saw that the ground beside him was only sprinkled with some broken flesh and blood, but his body was as clean as mud from a lotus flower.

"Demon! You are the real demon!" Dajue's face was covered with sweat, and he stared at Han Ye with his face distorted by fear.

"What happened to Zen Master Dajue?" Questions suddenly arose in Jinxian and Sikong Changfeng's minds.

"So strong! Take me a few swords!" Wushuang, who had been floating in the air with his sword, was overjoyed at the sight.

A sword box suddenly flew out from behind and stuck on the temple wall.

The sword box unfolded like a flower.

"Yun Shuo, Qingshuang, wrap your fingers softly, Yu Ruyi, come out!" With Wushuang's shout, four sharp swords of different shapes swirled into the sky.

Then he turned and shot towards Han Ye.

Seeing this, Han Ye smiled slightly and made a move with one hand.

A scorching breath instantly appeared in the field.

'hold head high! '

Only a high-pitched cry was heard.

The red giant sword in the middle of the Wushuang sword box flapped its wings and flew out, bringing raging fire into Han Ye's hand.

The four flying swords that swooped in seem to have encountered some terrible existence, and they all hovered in the air and did not dare to approach.

On the crimson sword, the shadow of a Suzaku swims, as if expressing its incomparably joyful mood at the moment.

"Daming Suzaku, how is that possible!?"

Wushuang opened his mouth wide, stopped his hands and jumped off the suspended sword, coming to Han Ye's side.

"It recognizes its master!?"

Wushuang stared blankly at the Great Ming Suzaku in Han Ye's hand.

His already sluggish head could not stop any words to express his mood at this moment.

Wushuang has been using this sword box as a companion since he was a child, and the last magic sword among them, Daming Suzaku, is a sword that he even dreamed of pulling out!
Now, he was easily summoned by the young man in front of him who looked a little older than himself!

The Suzaku sword has a spirit, and it is difficult to recall it.

"The promised magic sword...can control other people's minds, the incomparable unparalleled magic sword! That's it...recognize the master?"

Wushuang walked into Han Ye in a daze and wanted to touch it. As soon as he raised his fingertips, he was burned by the flames spontaneously emitted by Daming Suzaku.

"Is it because you have controlled the Shocking God Formation?"

Han Ye held the Daming Suzaku and waved it towards the sky.

A crimson wave of flames burned into the sky, like a burning cloud descending, the sky above Hanshui Temple instantly turned the color of blood.

Wushuang originally wanted to urge the remaining twelve flying swords to take back the Great Ming Suzaku.

But seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel powerless in my heart.

"What's your name?" Wushuang stammered, staring into Han Ye's eyes.

"Han Ye."

"I remember you. One day, I, Wushuang, will come to retrieve this sword." Wushuang gave Daming Suzaku a final look, and Yu Jian left without looking back.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." A few cries came from the sky.

Han Ye was speechless, although he felt a little ashamed for stealing a child's sword.

But the sword in Naihe's hand was too clingy, and it was always conveying flattery to Han Ye.

"Anyway, I don't have a suitable weapon in my hand, let's use it first." Han Ye said to himself, and the sword of Daming Suzaku trembled, as if extremely excited.

"The magic sword falls into the hands of a real demon, and this world is about to end."

Everyone followed the sound and saw Zen Master Dajue collapsed bleeding from his seven orifices, without making a sound.

"Dont look at me."

"Didn't he shout the slogan of subduing demons all his life? Now that I see you, he is so timid. He scared himself to death." Han Ye spread his hands to everyone.

In the world of the kingdom of God.

The wild flowers in the mountains are in full bloom.

Wuxin looked at the figure of the old monk in front of him, turning into petals and blowing away with the wind.

The blood in the eyes faded.

"Are Buddhas and demons all in one thought?"

"Go your own way and let others say go."

"Hehe, this doesn't seem like something an old monk can say."

"It's really rare. There are people in this world who spend so much effort on Wuxin when we first meet. I'm quite touched."

"But this doesn't look like an illusion."

Wu Xin leaned over to pick a flower, took it to the tip of her nose and smelled it.

"It feels too real, it's hundreds of times better than my little monk's Yin Demon Yin."

"Oh, what are you thinking about so much?"

Wuxin sat down, and the surrounding scene changed, he sat in the middle surrounded by everyone in Hanshui Temple.

"Hehe, it's amazing to be back again."

(End of this chapter)