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The golden Buddha light is dazzling.

The Vajra Prajna Palm is worthy of Fahai’s proud skill. The Buddhism purifying power contained in it is extremely strong. Even if Yang Ming slaps the King of Slaughter to death, the heaven and the earth are still there for a long time, as if there are bursts of Buddhist sound recitations, purifying people’s hearts. , Illuminate all beings.

The City of Killing ushered in unprecedented changes.

Those murderers who were lucky enough to survive the aftermath of the battle between Yang Ming and the King of Slaughter, one by one were bathed in golden Buddha's light, and the ferocious look on their faces faded one by one, their eyes were full of memories, and the past flashed in their minds. The crime he committed, crying like a baby, fell on his knees to make atonement for the crime he had committed.

The Buddha said: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot.

Looking at the world through the eyes of reincarnation, Yang Ming was surprised to find that the negative emotions and murderous auras that once filled the world were like the ice and snow under the warm spring sun.

The originally gloomy and depressive city of killings swept away the atmosphere of the past, giving people a completely new feeling.

"This……"

Yang Ming's heart moved secretly, which was quite surprised.

In the ten thousand realms, Buddhism can be said to be a giant existence, and they can be seen in many worlds. It is not surprising that they have such a domineering ability.

At this moment, from under the ruins buried by the Slaughter King, a sudden change came.

"Da Ba, Da Ba..."

The rubble rolled down, and at the top of the ruins, a large palm broke out of the soil.

A ray of red light wanted to be unearthed along with it, but perhaps it was because of the heavy injury and the too strong Buddhist aura left by the Vajra Prajna palm, which actually suppressed the red light back.

"what?"

A sound of shock came from under the ruins.

The protruding palm pressed hard, and the whole person stood out from the ruins.

Seeing this man, Yang Ming's eyes condensed and his expression became solemn.

His eyes are black, very deep black, and his face seems to have undergone a change. Although he still looks like a middle-aged man, he is going to become much handsomer. All the evils are all righteous. Instead, the black hair in the back of his head went without wind, standing there, no longer the previous slaughter king's body shape, Shen Ningruyue.

Returning from the claw shape to the broad palm, the red light that originally rushed out was suppressed by the limit of the Buddha's breath, and could only be turned into a thin film and stuck in the palm.

But Yang Ming did not dare to underestimate the man in front of him.

Even if the armor on his chest was shattered, he left a heavy palm print, and his breastbone was sunken inward, looking like he was severely injured.

However, at this moment, the breath emanating from the middle-aged man in front of him did not look like dying. On the contrary, it was so powerful that it was indescribable. This kind of aura of self-respect in the sky and the earth, Yang Ming was only in Tang Hao. I felt it at the moment of breaking through the peerless Douluo.

At the next moment, a red phantom full of infinite murderous intent flashed behind him, and the red light in his palm was boldly condensed into a hammer shape, a huge red giant hammer, a giant hammer shining with countless magnificent magic patterns. The strange thing is , After the giant hammer appeared, it changed quickly, just in the blink of an eye, the hammer body seemed to melt and transformed into a blood-colored giant sword with a length of more than two meters.

"Master Haotian, Tang Chen?"

Yang Ming solemnly said.

"Oh?"

Hearing Yang Ming's question, Tang Chen recovered from the aftertaste of taking control of his body again.Android novel www.anzhuowang.net

He looked at Yang Ming, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he secretly said, a handsome boy.

The eyebrows are like a sword, the eyes are like morning, the face is fortitude, and the record of invincibility since the debut, has shaped invincible belief, the waist is straight, like a cold sword out of its sheath, even if it is just a glance , Will be attracted by his temperament.

Especially the mysterious sword in Yang Ming's hand made Tang Chen quite shocked!

This kind of breath, this kind of temperament, can only be peeped out of the legendary artifact.

However, this weapon that looked like a sword but not a sword, or a sword but not a sword, was definitely not among the divine tools that Tang Chen had seen and heard of. From the perspective of the gap between the mysterious sword and the divine weapon, it was obvious. Come to a shocking conclusion, this is actually a sword that evolves toward an artifact!

A mortal, weapon spirit can actually evolve into a divine weapon!

How can this make Tang Chen such an old immortal not shocked?

You know, even he himself has passed the test hard. Even just now, if it weren’t for Yang Ming’s Prajna Vajra palm, he would kill the blood-red nine-headed Bat King that was lodged in his body with one blow. He was alive and In the edge of death, he achieved a semi-god body and gained God-level power. His weapon spirit Clear Sky Hammer would not transform into its current appearance.

A peerless genius who is rare in thousands of years!

They are also talents who have the gift of relief to themselves!

Tang Chen's gaze towards Yang Ming became extremely soft. If it wasn't that he was too old and didn't want to accept apprentices, he really wanted to earn the young man in front of him.

"Boy, do you know me?"

Tang Chen's voice has changed a lot compared with the previous one. It has no sharpness and evil, and has become old and thick. It doesn't look like a middle-aged person's voice at all, but rather like a majestic elderly.

For the strong, especially the strong without any malice, Yang Ming doesn't mind giving great respect, clasping his fists, and saying:

"Under Yang Ming, the father of my good friend Tang San is Tang Hao. He was fortunate to have seen seniors' pictures."

Yang Ming lied a little here.

"Haoer... so you are his son's friend... so many years have passed in a flash..."

Tang Chen's eyes were full of vicissitudes, quite an illusion of seeing the changes in the world.

No, this is not Yang Ming's illusion.

Because the next moment, Yang Ming saw that Tang Chen raised the blood-colored giant sword in his hand and cut off all his black hair.

"Because the three births are unknown, the prosperous floating shadow becomes a poem. Falling into the dream of red dust for no reason, causing three thousand troubles."

"In the past, all kinds of relatives, friends, lovers, enemies, obsessions, in the end are just a piece of loess. From now on, I will convert to Buddhism, the Buddha's name is Wujing."

Tang Chen retracted his weapon spirit, folded his hands together, and chanted in a low voice.

The golden Buddha light that permeated the sky was prosperous, and at this moment it was continuously pouring into Tang Chen's body.

Yang Ming looked confused.

Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!

What is this God unfolding!

What did I just do?

No matter how lying Yang Ming was, he saw a round of Buddha's light rising from behind Tang Chen, with a faint Buddha image, with a peaceful face, and the fatal injuries Yang Ming left on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.