Each disciple is not simple

The descending evil god fell to the ground unexpectedly, the shrine was completely shattered, and the light of the altar flickered and went out directly!

As a result, some of the streets in the city that were originally filled with blood also became quiet.

Mingjia tentatively shot out a sword beam, but unexpectedly it went straight through the broken shrine and hit the evil god who might not have recovered yet.

Can attack!

Mingjia and Fozi looked at each other. There was no time to explore why the shrine was shattered at the critical moment. The two of them cooperated tacitly and attacked the evil god directly.

'boom--'

The attack was blocked by the evil god in front of her. She stood up from the ruins, using one hand to block the attacks of Mingjia and the other, and reaching directly under the shrine with the other hand.

The evil god pulled a man out from the ruins by grabbing his neck.

"Tan Sheng!" Mingjia's pupils shrank.

Yes, the man who was pulled out by the evil god was Mingjia’s nephew Tan Sheng.

Tan Sheng's clothes were tattered, some blood had dried and turned black, and only half of the sword that he had always treasured was left.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and he was breathing out more than in as the evil god pinched him.

"Damn ant!" The evil god roared hatefully, preparing to tighten his grip and strangle Tan Sheng to death to vent his hatred.

The next second, Mingjia, who was as cold as ice, appeared in front of her and chopped down on her wrist.

The evil god sneered, not thinking that Mingjia could cause her any harm.

But it wasn't just Mingjia who attacked her.

The nine-ring tin staff filled with golden light of merit was aimed directly at the back of the evil god.

The evil god wanted to use his strong body to resist, but he felt pain in his wrist and back at the same time, and subconsciously let go of Tan Sheng in his hand.

Mingjia quickly caught Tan Sheng and quickly stuffed a healing pill into his mouth.

"...Master...Uncle..." Tan Sheng's voice was broken, almost inaudible and unclear, "...The ritual...was destroyed...by me...I can...kill..."

"Okay, you go and rest first." Ming Jia saw Dan Qing and Mo Yan running over, and directly used his spiritual power to send Tan Sheng away.

The evil god finally realized that his power was incomplete, otherwise how could he have been injured by Mingjia and the others.

The shrine must have been destroyed, and he wants to kill the monk!

The evil god cast a cold gaze at Tan Sheng and was about to attack when Mingjia and the Buddhist attacked one after another.

"Foolish monk!" The evil god came to his senses and laughed in anger, "Let me tell you what divine power is!"

Even though he is an incomplete God, he is not something that two little creatures can offend!

The two of us were fighting, one retreating while the other advancing, one attacking while the other disturbing, and although they cooperated very well, they were still suppressed by the evil god.

The two were knocked to the ground together, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"It's probably the early stage of fusion." Mingjia wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and said in a low voice.

The Buddhist looked at her, and there was always some tacit understanding between the two of them that others did not understand.

"We can fight!"

If other cultivators heard this, they would probably say that the two were too arrogant. The Nascent Soul Stage and the Fusion Stage were two realms apart. You have to know that there is a huge gap between realms.

Even if a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage faces a cultivator in the early Out-of-Body stage, he has no chance of winning.

But these two people just dare!

"Lin Yushang, can you lend me your dagger?"

Although Lin Yushang didn't know why the Buddhist asked her for a dagger, she still rushed to the altar and threw the dagger at it.

She was too weak and was controlled by the pressure, unable to move forward.

The dagger was about to fall to the ground, and the injured monk stood up and kicked it.

Just like a baton, every monk along the way tried his best to help pass the dagger to the Buddha's hand.

At this moment, they have no differences between sects, nor any personal grudges, they are all facing the same enemy!

The monks who came to restrain the evil god came forward one after another, but were knocked away by the evil god one after another and their lives and deaths were unknown, but not a single monk retreated.

These are them, the monks who fight against the heaven.

The Buddhist disciple held the dagger that was flashing with a faint light, stabbed himself without blinking, and then threw it to Mingjia.

Mingjia did the same thing.

They are both equally free and easy, and equally stubborn.

"Then let's make a deal. If one of us really can't get over it, the other one will just kill him off."

As he spoke, the Buddha's clear eyes gradually turned dark, and the aura around him continued to rise.

The late Nascent Soul stage, the Out-of-body stage, the early stage of the Spirit Severing stage...

"I won't make a promise with you..."

As if they were competing with each other, Mingjia's realm was also soaring, and a dangerous aura permeated around him.

The Langyue Sword made an equally intimidating sound, expressing the determination to fight to the death.

The two people who were dominated by their inner demons had lost all rationality and rushed towards the evil god like rampant devils!

Everyone present swore that this was the most intense and shocking battle they had ever seen.

It could be described as a 'fight between gods'; people with lower cultivation levels would not be able to catch sight of their movements.

Like three primitive beasts, their destructive power is extremely shocking, like the sky falling and the earth collapsing.

The monks escorted the survivors to a safe place. Even without them getting close to the battlefield, they could feel the terrifying power.

Mo Yan and his companions finally understood why Mingjia, who was under the spell of the inner demon, had to adhere to the principle of unity and adjust her inner demon.

If such a terrifying inner demon is not locked up tightly, once it is released, the entire Jiuli City will not be enough for her to destroy.

However, all cultivators know that the stronger the inner demon, the more difficult it will be to make progress in cultivation.

Both Fozi and Mingjia are outstanding people, so why are they trapped by their inner demons?

What on earth could have caused them to develop such inner demons...

This is a battle that cannot be lost, and it is also a battle in which the two will cooperate again after many years.

The effect of two old acquaintances going crazy together is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Jun Moyao has always felt that Mingjia has strength, but only above average.

Only after watching this battle did she realize how narrow her understanding of Mingjia was.

As a sword practitioner, she could see at a glance the mystery of Mingjia's sword moves, and the tacit understanding of how he coordinated with his natal sword.

These were heights that she had not been able to reach in the early days.

Buddhist disciples are the pride of Buddhism. The combination of violent aesthetics and Buddhist teachings contains profound Buddhist philosophy in splendor.

The sky was just getting light, and the first ray of sunlight fell on the evil god, who was in pain and disbelief.

Yes, he lost!

Defeated by two crazy monks! How ridiculous and shameful!

The Langyue Sword was inserted into the evil god's dantian, and the Nine-ring Tin Staff was poked into the evil god's spirit platform.

There is an inexplicable rationality in the absurdity.

The evil god roared in pain, shattered into pieces like ashes, and finally disappeared.

With no resistance left, Mingjia and Fuzi both collapsed to the ground, their dark eyes somewhat dazed.

The next second, their unconscious eyes met, and both of them immediately clenched their weapons, and internal strife was about to break out.