The third world does not cross the demon

"It's a member of the demon clan!" Monk Budu looked around vigilantly, with an unexplainable strangeness in his voice.

"A member of the demon clan?" These four words were like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and Mr. Lian Yue's mind went blank for an instant.

The heart contracted violently...

Young Master Lian Yue frowned tightly, clutching his heart, squatting on the ground in pain, his chest heaving violently, his hands tightly clutching a few weeds under his feet...

At this time, the people from the demon clan on the opposite side seemed to have seen the right time, taking advantage of Young Master Lian Yue's expression of pain, he sent out hundreds of scimitars from a distance...

Each of these scimitars is filled with black demonic energy visible to the naked eye, whirling towards them like meteors...

According to legend, the unique scimitar of the demons, once it touches the body, it will definitely be destroyed!

Seeing these scimitars flying indiscriminately around, Monk Budu frowned slightly, then put his palms together solemnly, his whole body was shining golden, like a Buddha who saved the world, as majestic as a mountain!

A big golden clock appeared out of nowhere around the two of them. Sanskrit characters flowed on the big clock, and on the top of the clock, the Buddha seal with the word "卍" emitted a dazzling stream of light...

Mr. Lian Yue was in the Buddhist secret method of the Budu monk - "Golden Bell Mantra", the pain was even worse, the blue veins on his handsome forehead were bulging, and the bean-sized beads of sweat ran down his face that was distorted due to pain Flowing down, dripping to the ground one by one...

Young Master Lian Yue bit his lips until it turned white, his chest heaved violently, and his body trembled violently due to the severe pain...

Monk Budu seemed to feel the pain of Young Master Lian Yue. He glanced at Young Master Lian Yue who was squatting on the ground out of the corner of his eye, bit his lower lip lightly, his chest heaved slightly, and his heart seemed to be entangled...

"Ding"!

"Ding"!

"Ding"!

……

The golden bell was struck hundreds of times by the machete, every time it rang, Young Master Lian Yue's face turned pale...

After the last bell rang, Mr. Lian Yue seemed to lose all his strength, and fell limply to the ground...

"Lianyue! How are you?" Monk Budu heard the sound of Young Master Lianyue falling to the ground, turned around, and even his voice was a little nervous.

"Monk, hurry~ hurry~ I'll take it...you...damn...Buddha Light~" Young Master Lian Yue raised his head with difficulty, stretched out an arm tremblingly, and pointed at Monk Budu weakly.

When Monk Budu saw it, he just frowned, and put away his Buddhist supernatural powers, and the golden bell covering them instantly disappeared out of thin air...

Young Master Lian Yue's face turned rosy immediately, he took a few mouthfuls of fresh air greedily, and there was a sly gleam in his eyes...

Monk Budu saw that Young Master Lian Yue didn't get up, he was still lying on the ground motionless, his worried expression could be seen at a glance, he reached out and wanted to grab his wrist to find out...

Seeing that Monk Budu had voluntarily withdrew his Buddhist supernatural powers, and Young Master Lian Yue was still lying on the ground, the people from the demon clan on the opposite side were overjoyed. As killers carefully cultivated by the demon clan, how could they give up this great opportunity!

So, several of their killers looked at each other, pulled out their magic swords one after another, and killed Young Master Lian Yue...