The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

"It's a painted skin, not a real body!"

Dragon Turtle said.

With murderous intent in Chen Xuan's eyes, he looked at the howling demon king, roared angrily, and waved to look at Abbot Fakong.

I saw that Abbot Fakong's physical body had already disappeared, but at this moment, because of the backflow of the huge phantom behind him, the physical body began to slowly take shape again.

The huge phantom behind him is constantly blurring, and streaks of golden Buddha light are overflowing, heading towards Abbot Fakong's physical body group, and the moment the group of Buddha lights pass by, they are no longer golden, but have turned into a jet-black color .

Such a scene is even more monstrous!

The phantom of the huge eight-armed arhat continued to disperse, and the reorganized Abbot Fakong was no longer a Buddha body, but turned into a dark demon body.

"He's going to become a demon!"

Zhao Ritian exclaimed in shock.

"How could this be?"

Chen Xuan was surprised.

All the demon kings from all walks of life were howling, looking at all this in shock, many demon kings were rolling on the ground in pain, but even so, they were still looking at Abbot Fakong with difficulty.

Between heaven and earth, all the Buddha lights suddenly disappeared.

Gusts of wind whizzed in, whistling harshly, and the strange black mist appeared from nowhere, covering the sky and gathering together.

In the dense black mist, shadowy figures began to emerge, eerie and terrifying, as if someone was crying bitterly, whining ear-piercingly.

This scene was extremely weird.

Where is this sacred Buddha land, it has clearly turned into a ghost domain.

All the monks looked at all this in horror.

"Abbot!"

They shouted in horror.

"Buddhas, demons and Buddhas are boundless"

Waves of obscure and ancient voices slowly came from behind Abbot Fakong.

The phantom of the golden eight-armed arhat dissipated faster, turning into strands of golden light, gathering towards Abbot Fakong's body.

Abbot Fakong's complexion suddenly felt a little painful, and then suddenly a little relieved, his facial expression was changing rapidly, and the speed of physical body reorganization was suddenly accelerating.

In the high sky, a series of thick thunder and lightning suddenly roared, slashing around Abbot Fakong continuously, and the bright rays of light one after another shook the heavens and the earth.

But as before, none of the rays of light could get close to Abbot Fakong.

After continuing for half a stick of incense, finally the phantom of the eight-armed arhat behind Abbot Fakong disappeared completely, and Abbot Fakong's body became completely black in the same place.

His face became even more painful, and he let out a muffled hum, as if he was enduring a great ordeal, one after another black lines emerged on his body surface.

After going on for a while, finally, Abbot Fakong's face completely returned to calm, his hands clasped together, and the jet-black boy on his body quickly faded away.

"Amitabha."

He chanted scriptures in his mouth and stood up.

Between the heaven and the earth, all the magic mist and dark wind dissipated.

Only Abbot Fakong was left.

His complexion still implied compassion, but his eyes suddenly didn't look like his own, revealing coldness and gloomyness.

At this moment, Abbot Fakong seemed extremely weird.

Even Chen Xuan was a little suspicious and did not dare to act rashly.

Is this a success?

Or failed?

"Abbot, have you succeeded?"

Master Fayuan, the head of the Arhat Hall, asked in surprise.

"My Buddha is merciful, and it has indeed succeeded."

Abbot Fakong said.

"Great, great, the abbot finally succeeded."

Master Fayuan shouted excitedly.

The demon kings from all walks of life were terrified, vomiting blood from their mouths.

Succeeded?

How can this be?

They've been so wrecked!

Why is he still successful?

"Boy, something is wrong, be careful."

Dragon Turtle said vigilantly.

"Yes, I think it's wrong too, but I can't tell what's wrong."

Zhao Ritian nodded.

Not far away, Daoist Qingfeng's face changed, and suddenly he counted with his fingers, his face was flushed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face was pale, and he was extremely horrified.

"He is not Abbot Fakong!"

Daoist Qingfeng said in shock.

what?

A kind of Shaolin monks all changed their faces, and then showed a daze.

How could it not be?

This is obviously their old abbot?