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Chapter 1301: Black Rakshasa Reappears

He couldn't sit idly by, and couldn't let the scepter fall into the hands of the wicked. Otherwise, the world would be doomed.

Of course, in addition to Ji Dian, there is also a group of reincarnations.

It’s nothing, they just covet the Black Rakshasa’s scepter.

The reason why he didn't show up openly was because he was afraid of being killed instantly by the Black Rakshasa.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder roared, as if it was nature's warning of the impending disaster. The moon was eclipsed by the heavenly dog, a rare astronomical phenomenon, but at this moment it foreshadowed an even more ominous omen.

The full moon was torn into pieces by the Tengu, and eventually turned into pieces, slowly sinking into the endless darkness. This was not only a manifestation of the laws of nature, but also a symbol of the balance of power between heaven and earth being broken.

Ji Dian failed to snatch his golden body back from Yuan Batian because the golden body was snatched away from Black Rakshasa by Chang Wei and Esdeath.

But it doesn’t matter. Once the golden body falls into the hands of the Black Rakshasa, the divine protection of Guoqing Temple will be gone.

Ji Dian had no way to stop the Black Rakshasa by destroying the golden body and drawing the golden seal.

So Ji Dian is now running wildly with the scepter of the Black Rakshasa that he dug out from under the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. He wants to stay away from Hangzhou City to avoid being implicated and causing harm to innocent people.

Just as Ji Dian was anxiously preparing to flee Hangzhou City with the scepter containing supreme magic power to prevent innocent people from suffering, a deafening roar suddenly erupted in the mountains and forests, like the roar of an ancient monster, shaking every inch of land.

The earth trembled violently under the impact of this force, as if it was hit hard by an invisible hammer, cracking into hideous cracks.

From these cracks, an enormous black devil's claw slowly stretched out, covered with iron-hard scales that flashed a heart-pounding cold light under the dim light. Each scale seemed to carry endless evil and power.

Along with the appearance of the devil's claws, a wild and ferocious laughter echoed in the valley. The voice carried an indescribable evil and complacency that made people shudder.

The laughter was like a cold wind blowing through the forest, penetrating straight into the heart. Even the reincarnation warriors who had experienced countless life and death tests could not help but feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet and rushing straight to the top of their heads.

"Hahahaha, Ji Dian, do you think you can escape from my grasp with just your mortal body? I'm going to take the scepter, and I'm going to take your life too!"

As the laughter gradually got closer, a figure as tall as a mountain slowly walked out from the shadows. It was the dreaded evil god - Black Rakshasa.

The figure of Black Rakshasa was like a moving black mountain. His eyes were like the abyss, deep and unfathomable. There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already played with Ji Dian's fate in the palm of his hand.

The reincarnations looked at each other, their hearts heavy.

They had tried to find Yuan Batian, hoping to find the key to fighting the Black Rakshasa from him - the Golden Body, but to no avail. Without the Golden Body, how could they fight against this evil god who was almost immortal?

"Those gods really just don't care about anything?"

The reincarnationist was a little surprised.

"It's normal for gods to fight each other, not to mention it's a fight for face."

The reincarnations of the Celestial Empire were quite experienced. From the very beginning, they had not pinned their hopes on the help of the high and mighty gods and Buddhas, especially in situations that might involve internal tests within Buddhism.

Esdeath looked at Black Rakshasa. "Wasn't he dead? How come he's alive again?"

Esdeath is still wearing the Black Rakshasa's magic hand.

"Death doesn't mean it's really dead. It's easy for an evil god like Black Rakshasa to be immortal."

Chang Wei said indifferently.

If the Black Rakshasa was not immortal, he would not have been sealed by Sakyamuni. Instead, he would have been killed directly or transcended to Mount Lingshan and became a Buddha.

The existence of Black Rakshasa is an anomaly between heaven and earth. His power comes from endless resentment and darkness. Even if he is sealed, it is difficult to completely erase his existence.

At this moment, because of the appearance of the magic weapon "Black Rakshasa's Demonic Hand", Black Rakshasa's attention was attracted by Esdeath. He turned his head suddenly, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring directly at the woman holding his relic.

"It's you! That woman!"

Black Rakshasa's voice was full of fear and anger. He obviously had not forgotten the trouble that Esdeath had once brought him.

For a moment, he even forgot about teasing Ji Dian and kicked the latter away. The latter rolled in the air like a dead leaf. Then he grabbed the scepter that was originally in Ji Dian's hand.

The scepter changed rapidly in Black Rakshasa's hand. Its original length of only one and a half meters increased instantly until it matched Black Rakshasa's ten-meter-tall body.

The scepter is golden all over, with edges but no blades on all four sides. It looks like a mace used in ancient battlefields, but it is also not an ordinary whip. The handleless part is inlaid with nine golden skulls of different sizes. Each skull seems to have life, with empty eyes that seem to contain endless resentment and power, which makes people feel terrified at first sight.

With the scepter in hand, Black Rakshasa's momentum instantly climbed to the peak, like a volcano about to erupt. The demonic energy on his body surged like a torrent, squeezing and distorting the air around him, as if even the heaven and earth were sunken by this force.

The light of the sun and the moon was obscured by this thick evil energy, and the whole world fell into chaos. The thick black fog was like a huge curtain, tightly wrapping the sky and the earth, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

In the depths of this chaos, the figure of the Black Rakshasa is looming, like a giant beast hiding in the darkness, quietly waiting for the arrival of its prey.

His eyes flashed with red light, like two burning flames, penetrating the thick black fog and looking directly at Esdeath.

His figure kept changing in the darkness, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, like a ghost, which made people feel uneasy.

"Come!"

Black Rakshasa's voice exploded like thunder in the chaos, and he punched Esdeath hard.

This punch condensed all his strength and demonic energy. The power of the Rakshasa Demon Fist was brought to its fullest at this moment. The fist whistled with destructive force, as if it was going to punch through the entire world.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the space was distorted, as if even time was affected by this force, becoming slow and heavy.

The sparks produced by the friction between the fist wind and the air pierced through the darkness like a meteor, illuminating everything around. This punch caused the sky to collapse and the earth to split, and all things were annihilated.

Esdeath's eyes lit up. She felt the terrifying power of Black Rakshasa's punch and couldn't help but marvel in her heart.

(End of this chapter)