At this moment, the girl felt that her tempered monster body seemed as fragile as paper, and sporadic flames fell on it and could not be extinguished.
As the flames appeared, the Dharma of Manjushri Bodhisattva summoned by Master Wuhui also disappeared, and all turned into fuel for the flames to support its burning.
I saw that on the ground, the leaves of a thousand-foot-high locust tree were trembling wildly, and strands of sparks hung down from it, like thousands of golden lamps, shining brightly and illuminating half of the sky.
How can it be?
However, the locust tree shook slightly, and the majestic demonic power spurted out, trying to extinguish the flame. However, these demonic powers not only failed to extinguish the flame, but made it burn even more vigorously.
Immediately afterwards, different spells condensed the surrounding water vapor, turning it into water and flowing towards the flame. How could ordinary water extinguish the real fire?
It was still useless. Now, the girl was completely panicked. The pretty face in the tree trunk had her eyebrows raised, and she still had a look of reluctance to admit defeat.
But deep in her heart, panic, loss, sadness...all kinds of negative emotions emerged, but they were forcibly suppressed by her in an instant.
The hard bark was originally glowing with demonic light and runes, and was extremely tough. Even a magic weapon could not leave a trace on it. This was the demonic body she had trained for hundreds of years, and it was extremely powerful. However, under this flame full of wisdom and light, the protective effect is completely lost.
She could only watch as her body was set on fire, but she could do nothing. What frightened her even more was that she couldn't feel any pain when her body was burned. What kind of flame was this?
Now, even if she puts away her body, it is still useless. This flame is inextinguishable, and even if she turns into a human body, it will still burn inside her body.
In the depths of her soul, Su Ming turned into a demonic shadow, looking at the burning flames of a prairie fire with a thoughtful look in his eyes. This flame is very strange.
It is like fire but not fire, like flame but not flame, has no temperature and is indelible. In a sense, it is more terrifying than his Tathagata Holy Flame. Su Ming tried to touch some sparks, but found that the flames passed directly through his demonic shadow without causing any harm.
His heart moved, and he seemed to understand that this kind of flame should be specifically aimed at the demon clan and restrained the monsters. Except for the three-legged Golden Crow clan who were born to control flames, almost all other demon clans must be restrained.
Even if he transformed into a demon himself, he would still be restrained, but the flames might not be able to do anything to him. But in other words, if he can be forced to use his true body, why would he need to use this demon-slaying flame?
"Old monk, what kind of magical power is this?" On the tree trunk, an anxious look appeared on the girl's charming face. It was obvious that she could no longer resist.
"Demon-killing Holy Flame!"
Accompanied by the ancient and vicissitudes of voice, Wuhui slowly appeared.
At this time, the Qi of his whole body was much weaker than before, and his old face had returned again. Maintaining this kind of magical power naturally consumed a lot of energy for him.
To deal with her, the old monk has almost no tricks that are useful to her. The body of the demon cultivator is famously strong. Once they use their true body, they are at their strongest.
Moreover, Grandma Shu was influenced by Buddhism at Wenshu Temple and was very resistant to Buddhist moves. Therefore, when the moves that were extremely lethal to ordinary demon cultivators fell on her, she was not that strong.
=Monk Wuhui looked at Grandma Shu and said calmly, "This is the magical power that the poor monk specially trained to deal with the monsters. Donor, please let the poor monk resolve this karma as soon as possible and send you to the West to see the Buddha!" His words contained cold murderous intent, which almost instantly detonated the murderous intent in the girl's heart.
"Old monk, you want to kill me! It's not that simple!" The girl's face twisted in an instant, her beautiful face also became a little swaying, her green eyes were full of profound murderous intent, and the air around her seemed to be stagnant.
Then, the locust trees branches on her body moved in unison, extending infinitely, winding towards the old monk like a spiritual snake, and the powerful demonic aura instantly burst out and shot straight into the sky.
It turned out that she was not asking for mercy, but to find out the old monk's location. Once discovered, he would be killed!
The locust branches all over the sky were like spiritual snakes, intertwined into a large net and shrouded the old monk. The sound of breaking through the air continued to sound, and the afterimages merged together, leaving people with nowhere to escape.
In the blink of an eye, only a small part of the space around the old monk was blocked.
However, how could this mere Huaizhi get a Buddhist cultivator who had cultivated the divine foot power?
I saw him calmly, counting on his toes, and then appeared a hundred miles away, escaping the siege.
But Grandma Shu still didn't give up the pursuit. At this moment, she no longer cared about the demon-killing holy flame on her body and wanted to kill the old monk wholeheartedly.
It took her a thousand years to get to this point. How could this be possible if she wanted to give up?
No matter how deep the grudges were, they no longer existed at the moment when Wenshu Temple disappeared, and only obsession remained in the world. Now the fight between the two is no longer about grudges, but a battle of great ways.
If Grandma Shu dies, the obsession in the heart of the old monk Wu Regret will dissipate and his cultivation will be further improved. If the old monk dies, Grandma Shu will successfully advance to the realm of Yuanshen and gain another thousand years of life.
The evil spirit became more and more ferocious, and the flames became brighter and stronger.
When the old monk has the magical power, it is difficult for the girl to catch up with him, but the magical power is not so easy to use. Every time the magical power is used, the aura of the old monk becomes more and more depressed.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, at the moment when the old monk's figure changed and he had just avoided the thorn from the locust tree branch, before he could make any move, a tree root instantly stabbed out of the ground under his feet.
The dark brown tree roots were extremely sharp and penetrated the old monk's body in an instant. Blood flowed down drop by drop. The old monk was severely injured and could no longer use his magic foot power.
The roots of the tree, stained with the old monk's blood, burned more violently in an instant, making a "crackling" sound.
But at the same time, more locust branches and roots stabbed the old monk. There were also bright flames burning on these locust branches and roots, constantly devouring her body.
"Sacrifice yourself and spread blood!"
At this moment of lightning and flint, when he was about to die, thousands of Buddha lights erupted from the old monk's body, wiping out all the tree roots that were pierced.
Then, he ignored the big hole in his body that was constantly leaking blood, and instead cut his wrist, and bright red blood spurted out, dyeing his body red in an instant.
Along with the Brahma light, the blood light shined brightly, and the flames on the Qianzhang locust tree suddenly surged, covering her entire body in an instant.
"Even if I die, you can't even think about it easy!"
