"I just discovered that there is a vitality skill that can restrain them so that they can no longer be resurrected." Zhou Wen said, looking at Leng Zongzheng and Fo Mie in the sky.
He didn't know much about music and didn't know much about the space system, but he always felt that the sound of Leng Zongzheng's piano seemed to be changing from strong to weak.
"A Sheng, do you know music? Do you know how far this song is? Is it almost over?" Zhou Wen asked.
An Sheng understood what Zhou Wen meant, and said solemnly: "I only know a little bit about music, but Principal Leng's Magic Piano Throne, I have heard from the warlord that his Devil's Symphony is divided into seven chapters, and it should be finished by now. By the sixth chapter, if the Buddha cannot be suppressed by the end of this chapter, then I am afraid that I will have to fight hard in the last chapter."
"How do you say this?" Zhou Wen asked.
"No one knows what the last chapter of Devil's Symphony is, but everyone who has heard it is already dead. The governor only heard Principal Leng mention it. If the heart is not dead, the seventh chapter will not be played." An Sheng explained.
After Zhou Wen heard this, he immediately knew that something was wrong. If his heart is not dead, he will naturally still have the desire to survive. If his heart is dead, he can even give up his life. The danger in the last chapter can be imagined.
Now Fo Mie has heard the end of the sixth chapter, but he is still calm and composed, fearing that the winner will be determined by the seventh chapter.
While the two were talking, the Sixth Joy had already ended. Although the first six movements had some ups and downs, in general, they were all gentle and gentle songs.
When the first sound of the seventh movement sounded, everything changed.
The note seemed to have irresistible magic power, but the moment it sounded, Zhou Wen and An Sheng felt that an illusion appeared in front of them.
The collapsing Buddhist kingdom seems to have turned into hell in a single note. The breath of death is everywhere, and countless innocent souls stretch out their palms from the ground and scream in pain.
The Magic Qin Throne in the sky has not changed at all. It is still the Magic Qin Throne. However, Leng Zongzheng, who is sitting in front of the Qin, exudes a terrifying demonic aura, as if he has turned into a devil in a dress, with demonic aura soaring into the sky. , his fingers were twisted, pressing the keys crazily, his eyes were crazy, and his whole person was possessed.
"The piano has not changed, but people have become possessed. This chapter is too dangerous and too evil." Even Zhou Wen, who is not familiar with music, could not understand the horror of Principal Leng's chapter.
Before, it could be said that it was tempting to be possessed, but now it is possessed by oneself. The dangers can be imagined.
After the death of the Buddha, he still sat cross-legged in the void, chanting his experience with his eyes closed, holding the Buddha beads in his fingers, emitting the supreme Buddha light, resisting the terrifying demonic sound.
But when the seventh movement sounded, even the Buddha's death turned into color, and the beads in his hand scattered and fell into the void. The carved patterns of Buddha statues on the beads actually revealed smiling faces, but that The smile looked as ferocious as the devil's smile, as crazy and evil as the expression on Leng Zongzheng's face.
Fo Mie opened his eyes, and the white hair on his forehead radiated clear light of glass, fighting against the voice of the devil. On his Buddha body, black and red patterns representing the devil also appeared, and they continued to spread on his body. The final target is clearly the white hair.
Zhou Wen and An Sheng both felt their hearts trembling, and magic patterns appeared on their bodies, and they couldn't help but feel horrified.
"Master Wen...retreat quickly..." An Sheng pulled Zhou Wen back.
The two of them retreated again and again, feeling much better. Zhou Wen used the Small Prajna Sutra to fight against the Demonic Sound of the Prison King, and it had an immediate effect, and the magic marks on his body gradually receded.
An Sheng also gradually returned to normal, and the two looked at each other in shock. They were so far apart, yet they were still affected. They were directly facing Leng Zongzheng's Buddha's destruction, and they didn't know what kind of terrifying power they were oppressed by.
"Principal Leng is worthy of being said to be the number one existence under the myth. Even the Buddha has become a demon. There are probably not many people in the world who can resist such music." Leng Zongzheng, who was as crazy as Zhou Wen and a demon, couldn't help but admired.
There are more and more demonic patterns on Fo Mie's body, almost covering his body. Only the white hair is still radiating thousands of Buddha's lights.
Zhou Wen and An Sheng were both nervous, but Leng Zongzheng's music was getting more and more crazy. They knew that they were probably at the last critical moment.
Suddenly, the light of the white hair on the Buddha's forehead shines brightly, shining like a great sun for all ages.
"Here we come!" Zhou Wen and An Sheng's hearts were in their throats, knowing that success or failure depended on this blow. If anyone retreated, they would probably be hit hard.
At the moment when the white hair of the Buddha was shining brightly, suddenly there was a dark purple light that silently passed through the hell-like scene and pierced into the back of the Buddha's heart.
Fo Mie's pupils shrank, and the white hair on his forehead suddenly dimmed. The devilish sound of the piano immediately invaded his white hair.
Within the white hair phase, which was originally as flawless as pure glass, traces of black evil energy appeared, and the evil energy continued to seep into the white hair phase, making the light of the white hair phase become weaker and weaker.
"Devil Infant!" Zhou Wen immediately recognized the sword that pierced the Buddha's heart. It was the demon sword held in the arms of the Demon Infant.
The demon sword was piercing into Fo Mie's heart inch by inch. Fo Mie was severely injured and was invaded by the devil's voice. The situation took a turn for the worse.
As the white hair phase was gradually eroded by the demonic sound, the peaceful face of Buddha Mie also began to become distorted, his eyes flashed red, and the Buddha's face gradually turned into a devilish state.
Fo Mie stood up fiercely, and the power in his body erupted like a volcano. He wanted to shake the magic sword out of his back, but the magic sword seemed to be nailed into the bone. Not only did it fail to pop out, but it penetrated into the Buddha even faster. The heart of destruction directly penetrates it.
If Fo Mie could maintain his Buddha nature, the demon sword might not penetrate his heart so easily. However, once he became a demon, the demon-killing sword had its effect, making Fo Mie unable to resist.
Under the double attack of the magic sword and the sound of the piano, a terrifying guardian couldn't resist it in the end, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
The Buddha's light on Buddha's body is gradually extinguished, which also means that his vitality is like a candle in the wind and may be extinguished at any time.
Seeing that the Buddha was about to die at the end of his life, his eyes regained clarity, and the magic marks on his body gradually receded. He returned to the glazed Buddha body, sat down again, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "The Buddha will die this night. To save oneself is to extinguish it like fire."
Following his voice, the Buddha's body was like fire burning paper, and every bit of it turned into ashes and flew away.
At this moment, Zhou Wen suddenly felt his killer soul trembling, as if an invisible force was injected into it, causing it to rapidly transform and evolve.
Zhou Wen was surprised and happy that the Slayer, who had never found a way to be promoted, was automatically promoted inexplicably.
