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Destroy the Garan Sect?!

Liao Nan shouted: Thousands of years, thousands of years!

The Jialan sect has been passed down for more than a thousand years, far longer than those so-called aristocratic families.

Countless Dharma and wisdom are all destroyed in your hands.

You are the devil!

Cough, cough.

In the Daxiong Palace, the old scholar coughed twice, and had no intention of answering at all, but just looked at the outside of the hall in a state of madness.

This gesture, on the contrary, provoked Nan's anger even more.

He stood up slowly, and roared: Your wife and children are dead, and you feel that you have nowhere to avenge your grievances,

But the nearly ten thousand monks and eight thousand pilgrims of the Jialan Sect deserve to die? Do they all deserve to be turned into demons?

The ghosts are demanding their lives, even if they are wronged and owed their debts,

When you release the Demon Buddha, it will not only endanger the Jialan Sect, but also the entire Fenzhou and even the Central Plains!

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The old scholar said with difficulty, I don't care.

He was stunned for a moment, but the other party's eyes were very clear, without any hatred of seeing the enemy, or the joy of revenge for the great hatred, nor any sympathy for the innocent dead.

For the old scholar, when his wife and children died and he tried his best to redress his grievances but failed, his heart died.

don't care about anyone, anything,

The so-called precious Dharma, innocent people, folks, family and country,

These empty concepts can no longer make him have any worries.

poof.

The abbot of enlightenment in front knelt down on his knees completely,

The arms, as thin as rotten bamboo, snapped and flipped backwards, revealing the pale stubble.

However, the Demon Buddha on the opposite side did not pursue further, but turned his head to look in the direction of the back mountain as if he sensed something.

Swish——

The crackling sound is too fast, too fast,

Only a shadow flashed by,

With a muffled bang,

The monster with horns on its head, scales on its body, thorns and long tail bumped into the Demon Buddha,

The latter hit and flew out.

Smoke and dust filled the air, demonic energy surged, bricks and tiles splashed, beams and columns collapsed,

The exquisite pavilions built by the Jialan Sect with countless money were knocked down and destroyed mercilessly. If there is a doctor of architecture in the academy here, I will definitely lament with heartache.

But Li Ang couldn't control that, he grabbed Mo Buddha's neck with his left hand, and pushed him into the ground,

Mofo's face shook, and he opened his mouth, Roar——

Before the magic sound could take shape, Li Ang punched the magic Buddha's face, and punched the magic sound back abruptly.

Boom, boom, boom!

Under continuous heavy punches, the crack between the Mo Buddha's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and the devilish energy gushing out from his body became more and more intense.

The misty black mist suddenly condenses and gathers, forming a strong rope, wrapping around the neck and shoulders of the monster, and pulling it back violently,

Mofo took advantage of this opportunity, floated close to the ground and retreated, opened the distance again, and stood up.

Its body is surrounded by several ropes made of pure magic energy, and flame-like black mist began to flow out of its back and ears, faintly forming the shape of tail and ears.

Xiao Xi.

Li Ang looked at the Demon Buddha who was getting more and more out of human form, and said silently in his heart: It looks like a sheep, with nine tails and four ears, its eyes are on the back, and its name is 茼訑.

In the records of strange beasts, it can use magic energy to become a rope to restrain and hunt other monsters and humans.

Patriarch Jialan really had a good method, and he was able to turn this inhuman monster into a Buddha.

Fortunately, Mosi is extremely resistant to the erosion of demonic energy, otherwise she might be assimilated even if she was just tied by the rope of demonic energy.

Maybe it was due to losing patience in the confrontation with the guarding the mountain formation, or maybe it felt the threat posed by Li Ang,

More demon energy gushed out from Mo Buddha's body, forming hundreds of ropes around him.

Each rope, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, is slowly lifted.

call out! !

The rope shot out like an electric shot, Li Ang flapped his wings, retreated violently, and narrowly dodged the long rope that was directly attacking and deeply nailed into the rock formation.

The Demon Buddha did not give in, and came chasing him again, with the dense ropes all over his body rushing rapidly, beating wantonly.

Li Ang stomped on the ground, advancing instead of retreating, the wings behind his back slowly extended, splitting into more pieces, each piece was as sharp as a blade.

No need to see with eyes, or hear with ears,

Every strand of moss can keenly sense the subtle fluctuations around it, and spontaneously cut off the long ropes of magic energy coming from it.

The slashing strikes that were too dense even formed a noisy piercing sound like birdsong.

Li Ang and Mo Buddha collided again and fell into a fight.

wherever you go,

The meditation rooms of the monks collapsed in pieces,

All the monuments and pavilions were destroyed,

The magnificent palace collapsed like building blocks.

Corridor, Arhat Hall, Zhaitang, Lotus Pond

The aftermath of the battle almost razed the Jialan sect to the ground.

boom!

Palms and fists collided, and both sides retreated violently with their strength.

The Mo Buddha stepped on the ruins of the Arhat Hall, and the half of the devil's face became more vivid. The scars on his face ran all the way to his chest, and through the scars, he could vaguely see the churning flesh and blood underneath.

Li Ang stood in the broken lotus pond, his body shrunk several times, including the consumption of fighting against the magic energy, as well as the part of his body that was compressed and optimized.

With the passage of time, he became more and more accustomed to the current body of Mosi, and also felt the deeper changes of Mosi in the dark.

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He bent his knees slightly, stepped on the ground, and left deep footprints on the ground. As he was running forward, he suddenly picked up an old wooden beam from the ruins of the Zhaitang.

The moss on the arm is rushing and surging, easily penetrating the gaps in the wood grain of the old mountain wood itself, eroding it and parasitizing it.

Click!

The red paint on the surface of the beams and columns crumbled, replaced by flowing dark golden lines.

The Demon Buddha retreated violently, and controlled the surrounding ropes, forming layers of barriers in front of him.

However, Li Ang was faster than him.

The huge beams pierced the sky, and the surging magic energy could not penetrate the surface of the beams at all.

The dense barriers were completely unable to stop the trajectory of the beams and columns, and were smashed layer by layer.

In the end, it hit the Demon Buddha.

Boom! !

The Demon Buddha flew out heavily, his tall stature smashed through the ruins along the way,

In the end, it barely stopped in front of the Daxiong Palace, and did not enter the range of influence of the Sands of Time and the Sumeru Hourglass——

Once you are hammered into it, you will completely lose the possibility of resistance.

The last moment has arrived.

Both sides are aware of this,

The flesh on Mofo's back split open, revealing eyes.

The devilish energy around him boiled like never before, and condensed into a sharp cone, pointing forward.

Li Ang flapped his wings, held the bottom of the beam and pushed it forward, bumping into the monstrous demonic energy.

Tear--

sawdust splash,

The beams and pillars were peeled off and cut rapidly, and the moss hidden in them deformed sharply in the air, turning into sharp drill bits, connecting Li Ang's arm.

Zheng! ! !

The drill rotated rapidly, and sparks exploded, ripping through the defense line of magic energy.

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Mofo lowered his head slowly, looking at the long and narrow drill bit piercing through his chest.

The tip of the drill bit behind him, like a lotus flower blooming, stretched out countless ink threads, rolled upside down and wrapped the body of the Demon Buddha, and then cut.