Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

This change was completely unexpected to everyone present.

If the evil cultivators in Chongzhou knew that Aiti Galao had combat power close to that of the Purple Mansion Realm, they would never have dared to come and confront him. They would have already scattered like birds and beasts, escaping to the deep mountains and forests or to deserted islands outside the territory.

Faced with the combat power displayed by Aiti Galao, which was comparable to the Purple Mansion Realm level, every demon in Chongzhou was preparing to escape, intending to let others fight so that they could find an opportunity to slip away.

But everyone had the same idea, and the situation was deadlocked for a while.

The demon cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment, not daring to step forward to fight, but also afraid of becoming the first to be exposed if they ran away, and were slapped to death by Aiti Galao.

"A bunch of evildoers, I will kill all of you..."

Aiti Galao's face was cold and his eyes were as majestic as an ancient Buddha. He was about to continue taking action.

At this moment, Aiti Galao's body suddenly shook violently, and his delicate facial features became hideously distorted.

"Amitabha, Dexuan, what are you doing?"

Aiti Galao snorted coldly. Dexuan was the Buddhist name of Aiti Galao.

At this moment, his pupils dilated, as if he was in some special state.

"Master Jinghui, do you want to occupy my body?"

The next moment, Aiti Galao's expression became ferocious and he roared continuously.

"Jinghui, a great monk who was active in Tantric Buddhism three hundred years ago, what is going on?"

In Baiyan Town, Qin Yushang murmured to herself. She had a deep understanding of Tantric Buddhism and had heard of the Buddhist name of Jinghui Shenseng, which was famous hundreds of years ago.

"Don't you understand? Aiti Jialuo ate the relic and is being possessed by the old fellow in the relic, the Jinghui you mentioned."

Su Jie gave the answer right away. He knew how powerful the Yang Shen was. Even without a physical body, the Yang Shen alone could survive in the human world for hundreds or even thousands of years if not destroyed by external forces.

This monk Jinghui who entered Nirvana was obviously in the Purple Mansion Realm, and a wisp of his yang spirit soul was retained within the relic.

Aiti Gala swallowed it in one gulp, and the Jinghui Yangshen who resided in the relic chose to take over the body of Aiti Gala, wanting to take the body of Aiti Gala as his own and return to the world.

Aiti Galao was able to cultivate to the pinnacle of the seventh level of the Daotai realm. The talent of this body is naturally excellent. I'm afraid this is also what the Jinghui monk covets.

As long as this physical body takes over another body, and with the help of his Yang Shen and experience, he can truly become a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator in less than a year, instead of his current state of temporarily relying on Yang Shen.

After hearing Su Jie's words, Qin Yushang also reacted.

"The Tantric Buddhism is indeed a dog that can't change its nature. It is capable of taking over the bodies of talented disciples of the younger generation."

Qin Yuchang did not delve into why Su Jie knew so much. She just thought that Su Jie was experienced and could see the flaw.

"Give me back my body."

Aiti Gala became more and more furious. He was fighting for the control of his body with the remnant soul of the yang spirit of the monk Jinghui in his body.

When he swallowed the relic, he had no idea that it was a poison in beautiful packaging.

Although the crisis of Chongzhou demons has been resolved, he is still facing the risk of having his body taken over by another body. Once Jinghui takes away his body, he will be as good as dead.

“Amitabha, as the saying goes, if I don’t go to hell, who will? Dexuan, why are you so obsessed with an empty shell?

Only by temporarily using this body can I best exert my strength to eliminate demons, defend the way, and kill all the monsters.

A small sacrifice, all for the purpose of spreading Buddhism, we need to hold on to the belief of saving the people of the world, Dexuan, are you still unable to see it? You are obsessed, Dexuan!"

Aiti Gala's face changed at this moment, and when he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was the cold voice of the monk Jinghui.

"Asshole, you sound so righteous, but you're just after my body."

"This is God's will. The Buddha will always be in my heart. We have both dedicated everything to Buddhism. What difference does it make who is whose body?"

"Get out of my body, I'm going to kill you."

"Alas, Dexuan, your Buddhist heart is still not strong enough. You have gone astray. It seems that I can only eliminate the internal troubles of the Buddhist sect first."

Aiti Galao's body was shaking, and his facial expression became hideous and distorted for a while, and then became compassionate and peaceful. This change of expression made the demons in Chongzhou look at each other in bewilderment.

Originally they all planned to run away, but Aiti Galao himself had health problems, which rekindled hope in the hearts of many of them.

Perhaps, Aiti Galao is not invincible?

They have understood that Aiti Galao now has two souls in one body and is fighting for control of the body. As long as they seize the opportunity, they may be able to turn the tide.

However, because of the Purple Mansion Realm combat power that Aiti Galao had just displayed, although the demon cultivators were ready to make a move, no one wanted to take the initiative.

The scene was deadlocked in this weird atmosphere, with only Aiti Galao's voice heard intermittently.

After all, the Yang Spirit of the monk Jinghui was stronger. Its relics were refined day and night by the wisdom of all living beings in Tantric Buddhism. Combined with the strength of the Yang Spirit, it finally suppressed the Yuan Spirit of Aiti Gala.

However, Aiti Gala's soul did not give up. He was more compatible with his physical body. Although suppressed, he could still control certain parts of his body to a certain extent, and even gradually suppressed Jinghui's yang soul.

After all, Jinghui's Yang Soul is a rootless duckweed. It has strength and quality, but its endurance is not as good as Aiti Gala's Yuan Shen.

"It seems that I can only rely on the power of all living beings to suppress your evil heart, Dexuan."

Jinghui controlled most parts of his body. He turned the Bodhi rosary in his left hand and chanted Sanskrit scriptures with his lips. The bewitching devilish sound spread out layer by layer and continued to spread.

"I knew you had bad intentions."

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Qin Yuchang slammed the table, unable to sit idly by any longer.

The Sky Patrol has the privilege of monitoring all demons and monsters in the Dali Dynasty.

Now seeing that Aiti Gala, no, Jinghui was going to use the forbidden "Brahma Demon Sound" in the Dali Dynasty to transform the people into the living dead, Qin Yushang would naturally not remain indifferent.

She must stop Monk Jinghui, otherwise if he were to cause destruction here, with the strength of the Purple Mansion Realm, countless people in Chongzhou would be brainwashed and become living dead who only knew Tantric Buddhism and had no idea what the government was.

whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The long purple silk hanging from Qin Yushang's waist flew out. This was the lower-grade spiritual treasure Thousand Shadow Jade Embroidered Silk, which tightly wrapped around Monk Jinghui. She even kicked out in the air.

A loud sound like muffled thunder came from the void, countless dark red lightning flashed in the sky, and the space under the feet was cracked.

The monk Jinghui was still fighting with Aiti Gala for the body, and his strength had declined the most, even worse than when Aiti Gala was fighting by himself. He was suddenly attacked by Qin Yushang, his body bent like a shrimp, and he was knocked from the sky to the ground, with blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.

"Eight Desolate Dragon Elephant Skill!"

Qin Yuchang's skin shone like jade, and her overall strength was increased to an extreme level.

The Eight Desolate Dragon Elephant Art that she practiced was the top-level physical training technique of the Dali Dynasty. Combined with her Taixu spiritual body, it could achieve an effect where one plus one was greater than two.

In just a moment, Qin Yushang followed the direction of Monk Jinghui's fall. He was like a flying sword, stepping on the air and shaking the ground, and his fists and feet bombarded down like a storm.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every punch and kick of Qin Yushang had the power to shake the heavens and the earth, just like the ancient dragon and elephant in myths and legends, and the earth was cracked into bottomless ravines.

The shock wave shattered everything on the nearby surface into dust, forming a huge pit with a diameter of one kilometer. Inside was Qin Yushang, whose fists were like raining fire, and the monk Jinghui who was being beaten violently.

The eyes of the monk Jinghui were filled with resentment, because every time he wanted to move, the other soul in his body, Aiti Galao, would deliberately interfere, making it impossible for him to accurately control his body, making it even more difficult for him to resist Qin Yushang's attacks.

Even with the protection of the Seven Treasures Robe, Qin Yuchang's fist power and brute force still penetrated this low-grade spiritual treasure, causing the monk Jinghui to spit out blood.

If it weren't for the timely protection and attack from the Dharma image transformed by the Yangshen of the divine monk Jinghui, the Dharma image with two horns, six legs and eight wings would have swallowed and bitten down, forcing Qin Yushang to retreat. Qin Yushang might have really been able to succeed in one fell swoop.

But until this time, the Brahma magic sound of the monk Jinghui still did not stop. He absorbed the spiritual wisdom of more and more living beings, making his Yang Shen more real and the power of his Dharma image increased.

"Quick, break his Brahma Demonic Sound."

Seeing that the monk Jinghui was still chanting "The Demonic Sound of Brahma", Qin Yushang looked at Yin Leibai, the leader of the Wanyu Sect.

When Yin Leibai saw Qin Yuchang suddenly rushing out, she was stunned at first, but she quickly reacted and understood what Qin Yuchang meant.

Although she didn't know Qin Yushang's specific identity, now the enemy of my enemy is my friend. She shook the Lingxiao Nine-Curve Bell decisively, using all her strength to activate this low-grade sonic magic treasure.

Along with the shaking of the Lingxiao Nine-Curve Bell, the Lingxiao Phoenix cry resounded in the sky and spread far away. This sharp and high-pitched sound of the Lingxiao Phoenix destroyed Jinghui's "Brahma Demon Sound" and interrupted his behavior of absorbing the wisdom of all living beings to enhance his strength.

"Since you want to die, I will send you to hell first."

Jinghui's face turned cold. He took the Yang Spirit back into his body and forcibly suppressed Aiti Gala's interference. His indifferent eyes revealed an undisguised murderous intent. He was very hostile to this group of demon cultivators who had destroyed his plan to revive and take over another's body.

As he spoke, the spiritual energy in Jinghui's body surged, breaking free from the low-grade spiritual treasure Thousand Shadow Jade Embroidered Silk that bound him.

At the same time, he pushed with both hands, and his spiritual power surged. The earth was shaken to pieces, and a terrifying gap appeared in the sky. Countless swastikas, golden light, and Sanskrit spread out from the gap, transforming into a giant Buddha a thousand feet tall.

The heaven and earth seemed to be collapsing. The Buddha's facial features were filled with rage, and his hands turned into a world-destroying millstone, suppressing the whole thing.