I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

"Do you think I'm a monkey?"

Zhou Yi's magic power came out of his body, turning into a giant hand holding up the sky, and slapped the swastika with one palm.

Rumble…

The underground palace collapsed completely, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, revealing the moonlit night sky.

"How can human power be equal to the number of days!"

The evil Buddha's voice was loud and clear, and he instantly summoned the vitality of heaven and earth within a hundred miles radius, and the power of suppression suddenly increased several times.

"Obstacle! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Even if you turn around and find the shore, you still haven't taken refuge in me, the Buddha!"

"hehe!"

Zhou Yi sneered, and the magic power in his body was flowing to the extreme, and the Purple Ying Immortal Sword erupted with sword light that reached the sky.

"My sword has 12,000 years of Taoism, can you catch it?"

The moment the vast and majestic sword light erupted, the dazzling light could be seen dozens of miles away in the capital. The top monks who were either sitting in Luojing or living in seclusion in Luojing flew into the sky and looked to the west.

"It's here again!"

"It must be a true immortal!"

"What a horror!"

"This is great freedom!"

There were exclamations one after another. Facing the sword light that penetrated the sky and the earth, they seemed to have turned into ordinary people looking up at them from the ground.

The mighty sword energy instantly broke through the suppressive power, and the evil Buddha was completely submerged by the immeasurable sword light. Even if the statue he was entrusted with was made of divine stone, large areas were turned into ashes.

"Infinite Life!"

The evil Buddha proclaimed the name of the Buddha, and the divine power of the incense condensed into a golden body on the body surface to resist the attack of the sword light.

It was able to withstand it at first, but after a while, the mighty sword energy showed no signs of weakening, and the golden body of the incense was dim and full of cracks.

"Immortal White Lotus!"

The jade vase in the evil Buddha's hand poured spiritual water to irrigate the lotus platform under his seat. Layers of petals grew and bloomed, wrapping it in it.

The energy of heaven and earth gathered together and turned into a white lotus, rising against the sword energy.

The mighty sword energy destroyed the lotus, and in an instant more lotus flowers appeared.

Two from one life, three from two, in a short time the night sky was filled with white lotus, which could compete with the sword energy.

"What a magical power!"

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows. Ever since the evil Buddha waved his hand to summon the vitality of heaven and earth, he knew that its origin was extraordinary.

The monks in the realm of refining the gods reluctantly borrowed the power of heaven and earth. Only the fox fairy and other immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons could exert such power as they wished.

This evil Buddha's aura is only of the first level, but it can summon the vitality of heaven and earth and use the white lotus magical power, and its strength even exceeds that of the fox fairy clone.

Call for the wind and rain!

Half of the mana in Zhou Yi's body dissipated, and the clear night sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds.

The strong wind of Samadhi suddenly rises, and the mysterious ice rain falls.

A radius of more than ten miles was covered with a thick layer of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye. No matter how the white lotus split and grew, it could not escape from withering in the wind and rain.

The evil Buddha is condensed in the ice, and the power of mystical powers isolates the world inside and outside, leaving only his own incense power to cast spells.

Zhou Yili was not only unaffected by the wind and rain, but also felt as if he was in the legal realm, and his strength was even higher.

The Purple Ying Sword is like a meteor, shattering the body-protecting white lotus, penetrating the evil Buddha's body, golden blood flowing out, constantly expelling the sword energy, trying to heal the wound.

"Amitabha! The benefactor's magical power has reached its peak. It is truly a blessing!"

The evil Buddha remained calm and composed in the face of Tiangang's magical power: "However, a true immortal Arhat only has a lifespan of a thousand years, and it is rare for him to live forever. As long as the donor converts to our religion, he can be ranked as the deputy leader and enjoy eternal life!"

"Immortality? I will kill you and then ask you how to live forever!"

Zhou Yi was unmoved, Tiangang Taoism suppressed the evil Buddha, and the Ziying sword shuttled back and forth to cut.

The evil Buddha had no choice but to use the magical power of incense to repair it, but unfortunately he could not make ends meet and was cut into several pieces in an instant.

The Purple Ying Sword reaches through the sky and the earth, carrying immeasurable sword light, slashing at the evil Buddha's head.

"Amitabha! Donor, you and I will eventually meet again..."

"All living beings are suffering, but I, the Buddha, have eternal life..."

Boom!

The head of the evil Buddha was broken into pieces, and the relics contained in it were destroyed into ashes.

I flipped through more than a hundred pages of the Demon Illustrated Book...

White Lotus Bodhisattva illustrated book lights up...

Obtain the earthly evil power: clone.

"No memory?"

Zhou Yi originally planned to use Evil Buddha to determine who in the capital had colluded with Bailian Dao, but the soul search in the Demon Illustrated Book failed.

"In other words, the evil Buddha is a collection of believers' thoughts and has no soul itself?"

Unable to figure out the reason, he put away his magical power of making wind and rain, and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

…

Luo Jing flew out streaks of escaping light and landed in the ice-covered basin.

The nameless barren mountain has disappeared, leaving behind a crater dozens of feet deep.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, this place was originally a secluded place for poor Taoists. If you were away for one day, you would suffer this disaster."

Master Xuanqing held a fly whisk in his hand and said with a compassionate gesture: "Fellow Taoists, please leave now. It is not convenient for me to welcome guests today!"

True immortal fighting skills are extremely rare. Last time, there was nothing left and you and I were fighting for it. This time, there are immortal magic ice crystals left on the ground. Isn't it a destiny sent from heaven?

"What a bastard, old beggar, I'm not as shameless as you!"

The speaker has his feet on auspicious clouds, his face is miserable, his clothes are in rags, and his shoes have exposed toes.

"It's so good, so good! God has blessed me with great achievements, and there are immortals to suppress my luck!"

The Wuxiang Divine Monk glanced at the people of the Four Immortals Division, shouted the name of Buddha, and sat cross-legged on the ice to recite Buddhist scriptures.

Xuanyin Ice is just an ordinary spiritual object. It can be used by lower-level third-level monks to help the practice of Yinhan Kung Fu. However, the ice here is formed by Tiangang Taoism, and contains the Taoist charm of calling for wind and rain. Careful appreciation can enhance your understanding of Feng Shui.

"Buddhism and Taoism are so shameless!"

The old beggar cursed and threw himself down on the ice. His five fingers turned into claws and clawed at the ice, leaving not even a trace behind.

Xuan Qing sneered: "How can you, a beggar, destroy the magical power of an immortal?"

"The old man has his own way!"

The old beggar stuck out his tongue and licked the ice.

The other high-ranking people were stunned. They had never seen such a shameless person, but they felt envious and could not let go.

The old beggar can be shameless alone, but they have a lot of disciples and grandchildren. If word spreads, it will be ridiculous!

At this time, another figure fell on the ice.

A yellow-faced man with a gold mace hanging from his waist.

"Why is this little guy so ignorant? Or is he an old immortal who is good at hiding his anger?"

All the experts watched Zhou Yi's every move and did not ask questions rashly.

Since the last battle between immortals, many experts have been fighting for the opportunity to gain enlightenment. Later, rules were set, and the enlightenment took turns from top to bottom according to the first, second and third levels of cultivation.

Level 3 or below, just have fun while you're at it!

Not only do all the first-grade monks in Kyoto know each other, but they have at least heard each other's names.

Among them, there was absolutely no yellow-faced man with a gold medal, but no one rushed them away.

The older you get and the higher your level, the smaller you feel.

If he is an old immortal, wouldn't it be for nothing to make enemies? Especially since there are immortals cultivating in Kyoto, maybe the person drinking soy milk at the street stall in the morning is a real living immortal!

Zhou Yi ignored their onlookers and sat cross-legged on the ice for a moment to reflect. Then he took out his golden mace and banged it on the ice.

"This ice..."

Before the old beggar finished speaking, he saw a large piece of the indestructible Xuanyin Ice break into pieces with a rumble.

Zhou Yi picked up the ice cubes and turned them into escaping light and left.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

The old beggar jumped tens of feet in one step, and disappeared without a trace in the next step.

After a few breaths, the old beggar turned around and praised: "What a fast escape, the old man didn't even touch his shadow!"

All the experts were suddenly shocked. The old beggar was a first-class martial artist. He was very good at running. He created his own secret technique and traveled thousands of mountains, ranking among the best among many escape methods.

This yellow-faced man is indeed an old immortal who has left seclusion. He must be his first time in Kyoto!

"Eh? Where are those ice slags?"

The old beggar had a gloomy look on his face and glanced coldly around him, as if he was looking at a group of thieves.

"Fellow Daoist Hong doesn't know that this ice is quite mysterious. After breaking into pieces, it turns into water vapor and dissipates in an instant."

Xuan Qing's face was sincere, and the experts affirmed it one after another.

"Yes, yes! It's all melted!"

"The magical powers of immortals are so mysterious!"

"Mysterious and mysterious!"

The old beggar snorted coldly and continued to lie on the ice and lick it.

Feeling proud, would you like to lick the seed?