In everyone's eyes, Putuo, the eminent monk who had almost attained Taoism, suddenly strangled his neck like a drowning man, his old face turned red, and he tried his best to breathe.
They couldn't see the black sea in the sky. They only saw a former top power who was in a desperate situation for no reason.
Jiang Chen stepped into the void and came to the other party in one step. His dark eyes were like two undersea abyss swallowing all things.
His big hand reached out and pressed on the bald head with eight ring scars.
Putuo was indifferent, but showed pain on his face and recited a Pure Heart Sutra. He also knew that he was enlightened and was trying his best to eliminate the demons in his heart, but he could not do it in a short time.
"Bald Donkey, the Buddha said that all living beings have no sign. The sign of life is the sign of death, and the sign of death also contains the sign of life. Are you so anxious to get rid of the inner demons, do you want to survive?"
"Are you obsessed?"
Jiang Chen murmured, causing Putuo, who was about to break free, to darken his face again.
"puff"
With the force of his big hand, an ancient power was crushed to pieces by him.
Bright golden light bloomed from the flesh and blood in the sky, bursts of Zen sounds shook the void, and a huge Buddha statue appeared between heaven and earth, with eyebrows that looked a bit like Putuo.
"Donor, you have committed a serious crime, be careful of going crazy!"
Putuo finally broke free at the last moment and used the golden cicada's escape method to escape the fatal blow.
At this moment, he transformed into a giant Buddha, speaking Tao and reason intertwined, turning into a supreme killing method and attacking Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen's whole body was blooming with a terrifying black light, like an abyss demon. He took steps and stepped forward. The whole world was turbulent, as if there was a vast sea rising into the sky.
He looked at the Buddha with cold eyes, ignoring the intertwined attack of Tao and reason, and was so arrogant that it was unreasonable.
With one punch, the void collapsed, and the boundless Dharma was crushed.
"Vajra protect me!" Putuo roared angrily, and his body turned into golden light. Ancient Sanskrit characters were intertwined on the surface of his body, composing an obscure Buddhist sutra that contained great cause and effect.
Many people recognized it. This is the supreme Buddhist Dharma - the Indestructible Vajra!
"boom"
There was a loud bang, and Jiang Chen's punch was actually blocked. The secret technique of Buddhism was indeed extremely powerful.
But there was an unspeakable chill in Putuo's heart.
Because this man who was so close smiled at him, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.
The next moment, he turned his fist into a palm and pressed down.
Putuo was startled, and a huge sense of crisis suddenly burst out in his heart. He looked up and saw that a dark sea was hanging above his head, and the infinite pressure seemed to be overflowing.
And this time he can be sure that it is no longer an inner demon, but a sea of materialized existence!
"Impossible!" The wrinkles on Putuo's face twitched hard. He didn't think there was any secret method that could summon a sea to fight the enemy.
At this moment, the rest of the people looked at the sky of Kyushu, which had obviously returned to brightness, but had turned dark again, and they had not yet reacted.
It wasn't until people further away shouted "Sea" that they hurriedly ran further away. After having a broad view, the scene in front of them stunned everyone.
A dark sea, exuding an icy aura, seems to come from the mythical age, possessing all kinds of unfathomable power, just floating quietly over Kyushu.
"If the Buddha had been suppressed at the bottom of the sea for thirty thousand years, could he still be so glorious?" Jiang Chen raised the corner of his mouth, showing an evil smile, and asked Putuo coldly.
The other party became completely panicked. He took out a rotten wooden fish and a lotus lantern with only one-third of it left, and frantically activated the two Buddhist utensils, exuding a terrifying aura that contained the truth.
However, Putuo was not trying to fight, but was using this to attack the weakest point of the dark sea, trying to escape back to Sumeru Temple.
At this time, other battlefields also discovered this scene, and the weird side took the initiative to stop.
The ancient blood demon retreated violently.
The Jueqing Sword was about to blast through the Mountain God Formation and kill all the powerful men in Kyushu. After looking at the sky, he frowned and without saying a word, he dropped the sword and stepped back.
The land was a bit miserable. Zhou Hei was so powerful that it was hard to fathom. Everyone thought that if he forcibly increased his strength, he would fall into a disadvantage over time. However, the fact was that the land could not support it for so long and was already covered in wounds.
He had long wanted to run away, but now he rolled up Li Xuanzhen, got into the ground, and appeared outside the border of Kyushu in an instant, watching the battle from a distance.
Putuo glanced around and opened his mouth when he saw this scene. His old face turned red with anger and his shiny bald head trembled.
The poor monk entered the scene at the critical moment and gave you the greatest support. Why did a fight really break out and you all ran away, leaving me alone?
The co-authored monk is simple, honest, and honest, so he deserves to be treated like a dog by you?
"Don't worry, none of them can escape. There will be bloodbath in all directions today. When necessary, the flames of war will burn into the fierce place!"
Jiang Chen opened his mouth to comfort him, but his palms were already lowering lower and lower.
Putuo was surrounded by boundless pressure and had no way to retreat. Two supreme Buddhist instruments held up a golden light curtain, which could save his life, but the consumption was extremely terrifying. I am afraid that it won't be long before this eminent monk really I will be buried in the sea above this sky.
"We have no grievances, let the poor monk have a way to live, and the road will reach the sky in the future..." Putuo said regardless of the image, after all, he still wanted to live.
Jiang Chen shook his head in disappointment: "To be honest, I originally admired an eminent monk like you. There is no need to ask for mercy. Just leave a higher image to the world. You might have a chance to become a Buddha after your death. If Being sealed as a Buddha who is greedy for life and afraid of death will bring shame to his face."
As he spoke, he held his big hands in vain, and the strong sea water washed away, obliterating the texture of the avenue on the golden light screen.
The black sea is not a simple sea, but the magical power of the Dragon King of the Sea to the West of Jiang Chen. The former West Sea evolved. Although it is extremely illusory, it also possesses power that is unimaginable by people in this world. A great power cannot compete with this power. .
Putuo then tried to chant sutras and sacrificed two other Buddhist artifacts, but they were unable to resist. His power was weakened and weakened. Finally, the light curtain shattered and his body was swallowed by the endless sea.
He tried to use the Golden Cicada to escape from its shell again, but found that this dark ocean could block all kinds of methods, and even great power could not be exerted in it.
The flesh and blood were wiped out and crushed again and again.
A powerful person, just like that, his body and soul disappeared.
A strange phenomenon occurred in the sky, dark clouds gathered, and a rain of blood fell. This was a unique treatment for top powers. After death, even the heaven and earth would weep with blood.
A strange mournful sound seemed to come from the end of the era, and someone recognized it. It was the mournful cry of the avenue.
There is rain of blood and bursts of tragic songs.
Against this background, there is a figure standing in the sky, with an expression neither sad nor happy, a breath as heavy as the sea, and a murderous intent like a tide.
In the eyes of everyone, he is like a god of death who will end this era.
