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Chapter 201
Black mist spread rapidly, covering an area of ​​[-] meters in an instant.

Many real people were shrouded in this black mist before they even had time to fly away.

Several real people turned into puddles of pus the moment they came into contact with the black mist.

There is only one named Huanmo Daoist, who is a loyal supporter of the King of Chu.

He believed that the king of Chu was a born emperor, a real dragon born out of this world.

Amidst the black mist, his eyes gradually became more and more fanatical.

The skin also began to turn from normal color to pale, and a layer of black and blue was covered on the yin spirit.

The power seems to be corrosive and will devour all living beings it touches.

"Long live my emperor!" Daoist Huanmo knelt down on the ground and shouted loudly, his own strength was no more than eight levels of thunder calamity.

But in the black mist, it seems that the power he can exert is not weaker than that of Jiujie Zhenren.

Daoist Huanmo stood up, dragged by the black mist, and beheaded a person in an instant.

His eyes and pupils turned livid: "Everything, let's sink and float in my emperor!"

All the people he killed were originally under the command of the King of Chu.

As early as the moment the black mist appeared, the three of Weiner's figures flashed, and they were far away from the range of the black mist.

The other real people under King Chu also escaped quickly.

The others either turned into thick water, or were assimilated and eroded by the black mist, turning into this black-and-blue-skinned person.

This black mist seems to want to push everything in this world to the end.

It was not until more than ten miles away that the black mist stopped spreading.

On the top of the sea of ​​clouds, a terrifying coercion descended from Yunlong and Fufenghu, and there was a constant shuddering aura.

Blood and tears dripped from the corners of King Yan's eyes, and the black hair on his head also turned white instantly as the black mist eroded.

This side of the world is in a catastrophe at this time, and the frightening black mist continues to spread and erode everything.

But Xie Que was still unmoved, but there was a little more solemnity between his brows.

He could already see that at this time King Yan had completely perfected his Nielong Gong body by relying on that bipolar heart.

King Yan at this time is no longer an ordinary half-step Yang God.

But the complete Yang Shen Zhenjun!
A Yangshen True Monarch who is completely indestructible if one thought does not die!

It's just that because of the use of the Nielong Kung Fu body condensed by the special kung fu method, it seems that there is still a trace of messy aura at this time.

That is the breath of bipolar heart source.

Perhaps it was the master's will that existed in it that affected King Yan, or maybe it was the love and hatred in it that impacted his heart.

Obsessed, nostalgic, deeply in love, sad...

King Yan's demeanor kept changing, but they all looked extremely painful.

"The real Yang God and True Monarch!" Xie Que took a deep breath, and couldn't help being a little excited again.

Even the former Yan Wang could hardly hurt his current physique.

So that I don't know my own depth at all.

Now King Yan made a breakthrough before the battle, but Xie Que couldn't help but move.

I just don’t know how far the Yang Shen Kung Fu body in its complete form can achieve.

King Yan seemed to have finally recovered from the pity, looked at Xie Que in front of him, and said softly:
"Who are you, I don't care anymore."

"I'm already heartbroken..."

As he said that, King Yan stretched out his hand to hold the big sword in front of him, and shouted: "But this world is ruthlessly destroying my beloved concubine!"

Xie Que couldn't help being taken aback.

Didn't the scene between the black mist just now show that the Master committed suicide?What does it have to do with this world.

It seems that this complex body of energy and the condensed chaotic thoughts have indeed affected King Yan's sanity.

King Yan held up his broad sword: "Now, I will repay him with pain!"

"Every living thing is a subject!"

A wordless panic came from the sword, and even Master Weiner and the three of them, who were dozens of miles away, couldn't help but feel frightened.

King Yan shouted, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and the black mist around his body made chilling breaths.

A sword that collapses the sky can destroy the opponent's sky spirit!

Xie Que raised his hand to block, but was instantly sent flying backwards.

There was also a trace of golden blood on the arm.

Black mist shrouded the scar, making it difficult to heal for a while.

At this time, King Yan was completely in grief, and his eyes did not fall on Xie Que at all, showing a different kind of detachment.

Seeing this, the thirteen real people who had turned into black mist family members couldn't help kneeling down and shouting the majesty of my emperor.

"The Ruined Emperor's Sword!" A mournful breath came from the great sword in the hands of King Yan, and everything in the world began to feel the mournful color in it, and could not help but let out a sob.

The black light flashed on the imperial sword, and the black mist intertwined patterns of Tao and reason on it, as if it were a treasure that had just been born.

"It's interesting." Xie Que licked his lips, and a stream of pure Buddha energy came out of him.

Accompanied by the Sanskrit sound and Buddha chants, Xie Que showed a merciful look on his face.

In an instant, Xie Que seemed to be alive as if King Ming was alive, and the golden flames of anger ignited around his body.

This is the ultimate form created by Xie Que with the combination of martial arts and bodhicitta, Mingwangshen!
The king of Ming does not refer to a specific god or Buddha, but each god and Buddha turns into a king of Ming when he is angry.

Xie Que flipped his palms, and saw the wind from his palms meet the sword's edge instantly, and the clouds and mist became chaotic for a while, and the situation changed color.

Infinite murderous intent erupted completely at this moment!
The dilapidated imperial sword flashed with black light, constantly exuding an aura that made the entire world mourn.

Martial arts and Buddhism co-exist between Xie Que's palms, and the golden blood represents his endless power.

When the two collided, the rocks under their feet turned into the finest crushed sand.

Even the rock springs buried under the rocks became steaming due to the high temperature generated by the confrontation.

Under the devastation, even those loyal members of the black mist could not help but change color and backed away again and again.

The battle between the two has reached a fever pitch.

Between punches and palms, there is an extremely terrifying power.

One after another, the cliffs continued to collapse, and a large hole was punched out of the densely covered sea of ​​dark clouds above the sky, revealing infinite light from it.

"erosion!"

King Yan yelled sadly, and the power that frightened the world instantly spread from the blade, and the black mist became thicker and thicker.

Almost in an instant, Xie Que was completely swallowed up.

"clang!"

Like a morning bell in a temple, Xie Que's body unexpectedly heard the sound of a bell striking.

The voice instantly carried an endless and pure breath of Buddha Dharma, dispelling the black mist around him.

Xie Que's whole body turned into gold, like a Buddha who is invulnerable to all dharmas.

But there was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The branches of the Bodhi tree fell, and hundreds of thoughts were shattered and supplemented to the missing body.

It made up for the part of Xie Que's blood lost during the fight with King Yan.

At this time, during the fight with Yangshen Zhenjun, Xie Que also gradually realized what is the power body and law body.

That is to use endless thoughts to invade every part of your body, allowing it to transform itself according to your own ideas.

For the use of thoughts, Xie Que became more and more clear.

The same was true for King Yan. Blue blood drops continued to gush out from the seven orifices on his face. The crown on his head also fell off and disappeared, and his white hair was scattered on his shoulders.

At this time, the land turned into ruins, and there were no intact mountains within a hundred miles.

King Yan looked at the person in front of him solemnly, as if he wanted to remember him forever.

"The vast scorched earth!"

The black mist merged into the earth, and King Yan's figure actually became illusory and unpredictable at this time.

Xie Que struck with one palm, but it was empty, King Yan's body had completely turned into an illusion.

"The next time we meet again... is when you die."

(End of this chapter)