Stunning beauty

"It's so difficult to leave!"

On the top of Foshan, the Brahma gods were severely injured and did not dare to fight. They took advantage of the opportunity to distance themselves and ran away quickly. However, they had to endure the anger and regret for thousands of years, burning their hearts and biting their bones. Qingqing, from the moment he came to the world, was destined to... In today's battle, there is no victory or defeat, only life and death.

In the air, Qing Qing stepped into the air, and her figure quickly passed by, the speed was frightening.

"So fast!"

Below, everyone was shocked when they saw the demon goddess disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, a green figure appeared in front of the Brahma Heavens, and the blood spear passed through the air, the blood glow dazzling.

"Bah."

The Brahma gods dodged in embarrassment, and their chests were streaked with bloody spears, dripping with blood.

"I finally understand why the God of Buddhism and his followers are so afraid of the demon clan."

In front of Foshan Mountain, when Xu Xian saw the battle on the top of the mountain, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and said, "The characteristics of the demon clan's martial arts are too restrained for them."

The power of the demon clan and the true essence of Buddhism have opposite attributes. They are incompatible with fire and water. Once they confront each other, it is almost a fatal decision.

More importantly, the speed of the demon clan must be superior to that of the Buddha and his followers, which means that once the Brahma gods and his followers are at a disadvantage, it is impossible to escape.

Of course, the God of Buddhism and his followers also have an advantage, and that is defense.

Thousands of years ago, the demon goddesses were no match for the Brahma gods, probably because they could not break the defense of the gods of the Buddhist kingdom.

After a thousand years, the two of them have completely changed their offense and defense.

"Yue Lun Tian, ​​are you going to kill each other for some ants? You and I are both gods, why should we fight to the death!"

On the top of Foshan Mountain, the Brahma Heavens were retreating steadily in the face of the storm-like offensive of the monsters and goddesses in front of them. In words, they were no longer as arrogant as before.

However, the arrogance of the gods, the discrimination against other races, and the sense of superiority are still clear and palpable even at this time, and have not changed.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the gods, humans and monsters should be ants that are enslaved and trampled by the gods. It is natural and natural.

"Same race? Ants?"

During the battle, Qingqing heard the words of the god of the Buddhist country in front of him, and his anger became more intense. He swung his blood spear and hit the former's chest with a bang.

"Uh."

There was a muffled groan, and the Brahma Heavens retreated again and again, their bodies stained with blood, and they were in a miserable state.

"My people will never be the lofty gods like you. Also, my people are not the ants you call them. Gods who only fool others. Today and in the future, we will always be trampled under the feet of the ants you look down upon. , from generation to generation, never get rid of it!”

The hatred was at its highest point, and the beacon fire lingered all over her body. Under the night sky, the demonic energy surged out from Qingqing's body, surging like a black flame, burning blazingly and dazzlingly.

"Brahma Sea Zen Sound!"

Seeing the murderous intention of the demon clan goddess, the Brahma gods immediately suppressed the injuries in their bodies, the Vajra Bearing Staff in their hands trembled, and the Buddha's power blessed her, and the sound of the bell resounded through the night sky.

When the Zen sound reached his ears, Qingqing's body trembled, but he did not show any abnormality and rushed forward with the Blood Emperor's Order in hand.

The blood spear came close, and the Brahma gods hurriedly blocked it. They waved their heavenly staffs, blocking the attacks of the demon clan and goddess again and again.

"Brother Li, Qingqing doesn't have the Heavenly Book to protect his body. Can Qingqing block his Zen sound?" In front of Foshan, Sanzang asked anxiously as he held the Thousand Miles Transmission Symbol tightly in his hand.

"Of course I can't stop it."

In the inner courtyard of the Li Garden, Li Ziye looked in the direction of the Buddhist Kingdom and asked, "Similarly, can you block the Dragon Yin Technique of the old monk Kongdu without the help of any divine objects without any damage?"

"What should I do?"

Sanzang asked somewhat eagerly, "Every time the Brahma Heavenly Staff is waved, a Dharma bell will ring. Isn't Qingqing very dangerous?"

"Buddhist martial arts masters are good at defense, and the Brahma gods, as gods of the Buddhist kingdom, are the same."

Li Yuan, Li Ziye said calmly, "As for the demon clan, they are good at attacking, and their speed can also suppress the Buddhists. Therefore, this is a competition between spears and shields. In the situation, Qingqing who takes the initiative to attack must have the upper hand, but, If we delay for too long, the Brahma Heavens may reverse the situation at some point and win from defeat.”

Now that Qingqing has given up his body as a god, his regeneration ability is definitely not as good as the Brahma Heavens. He will be unable to attack for a long time, and the result is unpredictable.

Battle is a multi-faceted game. If the Brahma Heavens can gradually calm down after the initial shock and panic, they may not lose this battle.

In the previous battle to kill the gods in the far north, he and Prince Wen had tested the power of the gods. The gods were not reckless and unwise, and they still had some wisdom.

However, Qingqing, who has experienced the journey of the human world, will never lose to the gods in terms of mentality.

In short, Qingqing still has the upper hand in this battle.

"Fantasy."

In front of Foshan, Sanzang heard the answer from Qianli Telephone and subconsciously looked at the purple golden bowl in his hand.

Almost at the same time, on the top of Foshan Mountain, the Qingqing Blood Spear, which had been corroded by the sound of Zen, knocked back the god of the Buddha Kingdom. It seemed that he had a tacit understanding, and he glanced at the young monk at the foot of the mountain.

"Purple Golden Bowl!"

The moment the two people looked at each other, Sanzang grabbed the purple golden bowl and threw it towards the top of the mountain with all his strength.

"My Buddha, be careful!"

In the distance, the Green Lantern Buddha saw this and warned urgently, "Don't let her get the purple golden bowl!"

On the top of the mountain, the Brahma gods heard the reminder and immediately shot out a palm to hit the flying Buddhist holy weapon.

However, it was too late.

The moment Sanzang threw the purple golden bowl, Qingqing had already moved, and in a flash, she grabbed the Buddhist holy weapon in her hands.

"Purple Golden Bowl?"

Li Garden, Inner Courtyard, Li Ziye heard a few voices coming from the Qianli Transmission Symbol, his expression was slightly startled, and then he stopped laughing.

Why did he ignore Zijinbo.

It seems that the homework is still not enough.

It's so shameful that he didn't have all the plans.

At the same time, on the land of the Western Region, Confucius was also stunned when he saw the demon goddess getting the purple golden bowl.

How could I forget this thing?

This old man doesn't know everything!

When the two most powerful old foxes in the world miscalculated together, Qingqing got the purple golden bowl on the top of Foshan, and the demonic energy around him was injected into it. In an instant, the purple golden bowl rose into the air, and the black demonic light fell down, protecting him.

Under the demonic light, Qingqing closed his eyes, suppressing the injuries caused by the Zen sound. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly, "Come again!"

In front of the destroyed Buddha statue, the Brahma gods looked at the purple golden bowl above the demon goddess in front of them. For some reason, they felt an indescribable feeling of familiarity in their hearts.

This is?

"Familiar?"

Qingqing held the blood spear tightly and said with murderous intent, "This is a Buddhist weapon that the people of your Buddhist country refined using the skulls of my people. They all died in your hands. I can still hear it vaguely." Their cries of agony before they die.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingqing stepped on his feet, and violent demonic energy filled the air. The rocks beneath him rumbled, shook, and cracked.