Buzz——
Countless ink-colored silk threads are embedded in the flesh of the demon Buddha, and neatly arranged barbs grow on the surface of each thread.
When the ink silk is running, the barbs will cut through the skin and bones cleanly like a chain saw blade.
Under the severe pain, Mo Buddha struggled hard and slapped Li Ang on the shoulder, scattering a large number of ink threads. The force of the palm wind continued unabated, blowing out a big hole in the wings.
Li Ang did not take a step back, letting the wounds on his shoulders and wings heal on their own, and continued to cut the opponent's body with greater force.
After evolution, Mosi is simply the nemesis of the devil.
Not only is it highly resistant to demonic energy, but it can also heal itself at high speed.
Even if he trades injury for injury, he can still outlast his opponent.
The demonic eyes on the demon Buddha's back shined brightly, and he controlled the rope to try to strangle Li Ang.
However, Mo Silu can transform freely, and there are no so-called vital points or weaknesses at all.
Suddenly, the demon Buddha stopped all movements.
He took a deep look at Li Ang, and the demonic energy around him flowed back to his body like wind and clouds.
The limbs and trunk were like inflated balloons, rapidly inflating.
A strong sense of threat surged into Li Ang's heart,
In the blink of an eye, the body of the Demon Buddha has expanded to several times its original size, and his elbows and knees are almost bursting from the Moss. Even so, he is still absorbing the surrounding demonic energy.
There is no doubt that after determining that he had no chance of survival, Mofo made the choice to self-destruct.
The alarm bells blared in Li Ang's mind. Even without Mo Si to sense it, he could detect the terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations brewing in Mo Buddha's body.
If you throw the opponent into the air, you will not be harmed, but the demonic energy leaking out will inevitably spread to a hundred miles around Lingtai Mountain.
This is no joke,
Based on the state of the demon Buddha during his lifetime and the attributes of demons, the demonic energy that escapes after his death can completely transform the beasts and living people he comes into contact with into monsters.
The real scope of harm will be doubled or even several times expanded.
That's why Patriarch Jialan and the sages in the Academy's books generally sealed and suppressed the great demons. That's what I'm afraid of.
And if you bury the demon Buddha in the ground, the result will not be much better.
The overflowing demonic energy will flow along the underground water, drifting freely, harming the state capital further away, and turning innocent people who drink the local spring water into monsters.
Even though this was actually the Central Plains three hundred years ago and not the era Li Ang lived in, he still didn't want to see this happen.
So, only one last option remains...
A cold light flashed in Li Ang's eyes. He stepped heavily on the ground, flapped his wings, and jumped into the air, keeping his head down and his feet up.
At the same time, the shape of the ink silk is changed,
Let the chain saw filaments that cut the demon Buddha turn into a cage shape on the inside, and a drill bit on the outside.
Pulled by the silk thread in the middle, it drilled rapidly into the ground.
Rumble——
The drill bit dug all the way down and finally reached the very depths of the ground.
At this time, Li Ang was standing on the surface, transmitting a large amount of ink silk to the structure of the underground drill through the middle silk thread, constantly reinforcing the devil's cage.
finally....
boom! ! !
The remains of the demon Buddha exploded in the cage, and huge energy was transmitted to the surrounding soil through the surrounding ink threads,
It caused the entire rock formation to vibrate and shake.
The remaining buildings of the Jialan Sect on the surface suffered heavy damage again, and the few remaining ruins collapsed. Only the main hall was still intact.
The smoke gradually dispersed, and Li Ang still stood there.
Due to transporting too much ink, his body became... a little miserable.
The torso is only a skeleton, and the wings are only skeletons. It looks more like a ferocious demon.
"rustle--"
A large number of ink threads that had been blown away before crawled out of the ruins, blood, and sand, and flowed back into the body of the nameless demon.
Including the part deep underground that serves as a cage——
The power of Mo Buddha's final self-destruction was so great that it destroyed a large part of Mo Si, which had always been indestructible.
Fortunately, the sealed explosion space also consumed 99% of the demonic energy.
The remaining demonic energy cannot cause large-scale pollution.
This time, it's really over.
Li Ang looked around at the tragic ruins and silently took back the silk.
————
In the hall, the old scholar named Lu was still lying on the ground leaning on the Buddhist altar table.
Under the dual influence of Xumi's hourglass and the sands of time,
His face sometimes has deep wrinkles and gray hair.
Sometimes it is in its prime and full of vitality.
But after all, we are still getting older.
And because he personally released the demon Buddha and had close contact with the demonic energy, his limbs also became deformed.
His hands, feet, and limbs were swollen, and huge ear-shaped tumors grew on both sides of his head, resembling the body of the demon Buddha.
Tap tap tap.
The sound of footsteps comes from far to near,
Li Ang climbed up the steps and stood outside the steps, looking at the old scholar in the palace who was aging and changing towards the demon, and took a deep breath.
He originally wanted to ask the other party if it was worth it.
He turns into a demon and gradually loses his mind. Even after death, his soul is destined to be scattered and he will never be reincarnated.
The words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them out.
He silently raised his hand and threw two bloody objects into the palace.
That is the corpse of suffering and enlightenment.
They failed to survive the aftermath of the battle between Mo Buddha and Li Ang, and died in the ruins together with other monks.
The dignified leader of the Zen sect ended in such a bleak way, with no golden body rituals and no water and land ashram. When he died, his cassock was in pieces and his limbs were missing.
So far, there is no Jialan Sect in the world.
"..."
The old scholar looked at the two corpses on the ground, slowly raised his head, and glanced at Li Ang.
The expression in his eyes was flowing, first with relief, then with hesitation.
He opened his mouth to say something,
But his body transformed into a wave of demons, he could no longer formulate complete words. He could only raise his palm with great difficulty and wave it in front of his neck.
Deep in his eyes, a glimmer of request flashed.
With a mortal body, the cost of activating the Meru Hourglass is so great that it cannot be reversed even with the sands of time.
Li Ang understood what the old scholar meant and strode into the palace.
The time domain of Sumeru's hourglass fluctuated like water ripples, but it failed to hinder his progress.
He walked all the way to the old scholar, the ink on his palm stretched and changed, condensing into the shape of a long sword.
Swing the sword and behead.
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