The Ultimate Sword Master

Zhongzhou.

Feeling that he had lost a lot of his magical power under the strange underworld power, Piro felt angry for the first time since his arrival.

boom!

Turning his eyes.

The endless divine power fell and he looked directly at Ren Wu and Ren Liu not far away.

These two brothers...

The body had long since disappeared, leaving only two heads, one large and one small, with grimace masks, which were also disappearing.

"Damn it!"

Ren Wu was so tired that he gasped for air.

"It can't be done, it can't be done, I can't bear it, I can't bear it..."

"Pirro, right?"

He stared at Piro closely, "Don't let the fifth master's true body meet you, otherwise you will be as good-looking as you..."

While talking.

Before Piro could take action, his head disappeared instantly.

Huangquandu.

It is a taboo magical power among taboos.

Even if the two real bodies are here, it is almost impossible to fully display this level of magical power, not to mention that it is just two distractions to summon a corner of the underworld and hurt Piro, which is enough to be proud of. .

"etc……"

Ren Liu is still struggling to hold on.

It's not that he is better than Ren Wu.

He just wanted to say something harsh, and the content was very simple, just two words, but this was an extremely simple thing for a mortal, but for him, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky, no less than performing the Underworld Crossing again. Supernatural powers.

"...Let's go!"

finally.

Maybe it's Dao Dao who shows mercy.

The moment before he completely dissipated, he finally said the second word.

Vaguely.

There was a sigh of relief from him.

Complete!

Also at this time.

Boundless rain of blood fell from the sky. Looking around, the whole world seemed to have turned into red.

"The sin committed by God is unforgivable!"

"Only destruction can lead to rebirth!"

In the rain of blood.

Coupled with the boundless divine power, Piro's tens of thousands of feet body became more domineering and majestic, and his voice was far more cold than before.

boom!

While talking.

He no longer held anything back, and all the endless divine power in his body poured out!

than before.

I don’t know how much stronger it is!

…

at the same time.

The power and speed of the already terrifying divine flames were more than ten times higher than before!

"ah!"

"Master, save me..."

"Ancestor...don't leave me..."

"..."

Just in the blink of an eye.

Many monks who were far away from the divine flames and still had a chance of escape were swallowed up by the sudden change of the divine flames. Those with higher cultivation levels could still shout, but those with lower cultivation levels... did not even have a chance to ask for help. No!

Periphery.

Close to the edge of Zhongzhou.

Yan Qianjue and his group were still running away, with sad looks on their faces, and no one spoke a word.

Blood rained down.

It also faintly brought out the despair and sadness in everyone's hearts.

boom!

boom!

There was a roar.

Two monster figures with six arms and three eyes, wrapped in red mist, fell down, but they were the two sages from the Central Dao Palace who had turned into servants of gods!

"Where are you fellow Taoists going?"

"My God has a destiny. You have sinned against Heaven, and you need to use your life to wash away your sins!"

boom!

boom!

While talking.

Four extremely thick arms fell down, instantly blocking everyone's way, and six eyes kept moving, staring at the joking expressions on everyone's faces.

Same as Cloud Atlas.

As the most orthodox servants of God, they still retain their own consciousness.

"I come!"

No hesitation.

Yan Qianjue was the first to stand up, and used his eyes to stop Holy Master Luo Heng, who was about to stand up, "It's your turn next!"

"Holy Lord!"

Everyone in the Holy Demon Sect was extremely sad.

"father……"

Yu Miao burst into tears, feeling extremely guilty, "I'm sorry..."

She regrets it.

I regret that I shouldn't have been so indifferent to him before.

I regret that I should not have been so indifferent to Yan Qianjue before.

"okay."

Yan Qianjue sighed, "With my daughter in mind, death is worth it! Let's go, don't look back! Don't let me die in vain..."

While talking.

He will use the secret method to burn himself.

"Amitabha."

Also at this time.

As the Buddha's chant sounded, a thin and withered figure instantly fell in front of everyone.

"All donors, please leave first."

"I'll stop them for a moment."

boom!

While talking.

The Buddha's light on his body was strong, and the Buddha's light flowed down, and three thousand phantoms of the Buddha loomed behind him. The Buddha's light was peaceful and peaceful, and it instantly eliminated a lot of the fear and sadness in everyone's hearts.

"Walk!"

A soft drink.

The old monk put his hands together, and the three thousand Buddhas were instantly unified!

moment!

A tall Buddha with a face vaguely similar to the old monk walked out and blocked the two servants of God!

boom!

He waved his hand lightly.

Before anyone could react, they were sent far away!

"Bald donkey!"

Yan Qianjue turned around and shouted: "We are leaving, what will you do!"

"Flame Donor."

The old monk seemed a little pleased.

"You really have Buddha nature in your heart."

"Damn it, if you don't use your sharp edge, you'll die!"

"Amitabha."

The old monk moved slightly, waved his palm gently, and a swastika Buddha seal with a radius of thousands of feet fell from the sky in an instant, completely suppressing the two servants of the gods!

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Bald donkey..."

Yan Qianjue was stunned, and then understood his idea.

"You... are great! If there is a chance, it would be nice to discuss Buddhism with you."

The old monk did not answer.

Probably... there is no chance.

Monks do not lie, and he cannot make this promise.

...

In the inner circle.

Under the burst of divine power, Pirro was about to break the God-killing Formation for the third time and rescue the god general.

"Huh?"

Suddenly.

He paused, his three eyes turned, and instantly fell to the west, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Divine language?"

Just at that moment.

He received a call for help from Yuntu in the Western Desert, and it was still in the divine language. Only the divine language could transcend the limitations of cultivation and allow Yuntu to contact him across this endless distance.

"Not bad!"

He was a little surprised.

"In just a small corner of the human world, I didn't expect there would be such a loyal believer!"

Divine language

It is an ancient language unique to the Gods. It existed before the creation of the world. Only fanatics like Yuntu, who are talented and extremely loyal, can't master it. Ordinary believers can't master it at all.

Fanatics.

There is an essential difference between believers like Yuntu who actively ask for conversion and believers who are forcibly converted by the Gods with their divine power.

A fanatic.

The power of faith brought to the Gods far exceeds that of tens of thousands of ordinary believers!

Such believers.

Even among the trillions of believers in the Gods, they are rare.

"That's it."

Thinking of this.

Pirro nodded slightly, "Since you are so loyal, I will give you some luck!"

Boom!

As the voice fell.

A vast divine power instantly rose from his body, instantly sank into the sky, and disappeared.

At the same time.

The ten-thousand-foot Buddha shadow of the old monk also fell into his eyes.

"Buddhism?"

On the Buddha shadow.

There was a faint Buddhist rhyme that made him somewhat familiar.

"Leiyin lineage?"

"Death!"

Boom!

As he spoke, his expression became extremely cold, and he punched hard!

Boom!

Boom!

As the space shattered, a vast divine power, wrapped in endless might, fell directly on the Buddha's phantom!