When Luo Fu stepped into the Demon Sealing City.
It was a shock.
In the air, there was a humming tune floating faintly.
That song seems to have traveled through countless years and arrived now.
The melodious music fills every street and every corner.
This style of music made Luo Fu feel extremely familiar.
Under the tallest black tower.
The three monks suddenly opened their eyes.
The compassionate monk wondered: "Eh? Brother Wuya, listen, someone seems to be humming!?"
"Is it my imagination?"
Su Wan'er raised her head weakly and listened carefully, even she heard the music.
But what surprised her was that this piece of music had never existed before.
She can be absolutely sure of this!
Ci Wuya's eyes narrowed and he immediately looked around, looking for the source of the humming sound.
But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any trace.
"Who is pretending to be a ghost?"
"Galuo's search!"
Ci Wuya formed a seal with his hands and shouted sharply.
A stream of light flew from between his hands into the sky!
The stream of light transformed into a huge compass in the sky.
On the compass, the pointer rotates rapidly, non-stop!
"Ah!" Monk Cien looked horrified when he saw this: "The pointer keeps spinning, but it can't lock the direction of the singing!?"
Ci Wuya's face gradually became serious: "Maybe it's not that it can't be locked, but that the singing comes from all directions!"
At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded.
"Senior Brother Wuya is in trouble, someone broke into the Demon Sealing City!"
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"Main silver!"
Xiao Gu said excitedly: "I remember this song! Isn't this the war song of the Red Armor Xuanwu clan!"
Xiao Cang's voice was hoarse and low: "Master, it must be the heroic souls of the Xuanwu clan who have sensed your presence."
"They are responding to you."
Luo Fu's eyes were red and his voice became much hoarse: "After eight million years, I finally regained my memory."
"Generals of the Red Armor Xuanwu Department, I'm back and here to visit you."
"People will never forget you."
After speaking, Luo Fu calmed down his sad mood and said softly: "Generals of the Xuanwu Department."
"Use your song to guide me."
The moment he finished speaking.
The softly humming voice suddenly pointed out a way for Luo Fu with the strength of his voice.
Luo Fu suddenly locked onto a street and said: "Su Waner, it must be at the deepest place!"
"Walk!"
In an instant, Luo Fu transformed into a bolt of thunder and lightning, speeding away along the street.
Every black tower passing by on both sides of the road began to buzz and tremble when it passed by Luo Fu.
It was as if at this moment, they regained consciousness and life, and felt the arrival of the former divine master.
After a while.
A huge gust of wind pressure fell from the sky without any warning!
Luo Fu quickly stopped and glanced sideways, using his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of a huge 300-foot palm coming down.
That palm was completely pitch black.
"Buddha? Demon!?"
Luo Fu's expression changed slightly.
The three-hundred-foot-long black palm possesses iconic magical properties!
But at the same time, this move is very similar to the Buddhist palm technique.
Immediately afterwards, a cold voice sounded simultaneously with the black palm.
"Infinite Demonic Power - Great Suffering and Great Tribulation Vajra Palm!!"
Luo Fu's face turned cold, and when he raised his hand, a bolt of lightning shot up into the wind and hit the giant palm of the three hundred-foot demon Buddha!
boom!
The huge demon Buddha's palm fell apart the moment it touched the lightning.
Luo Fu looked around.
But he saw an infinite Buddhist monk in monk's robes standing in the air.
That giant palm of the Demon Buddha was written by this person.
At the same time, ninety-nine Buddhist disciples appeared slowly.
Luo Fu glanced at hundreds of powerful opponents and sneered: "This is not an ordinary pseudo-magic skill."
"Infinite demonic power? Infinite Buddhist sect, still dare to claim to have nothing to do with demons!?"
In the sky, the leading monk clasped his hands together: "Good, good."
"Donor Luo, how do you know this place? Who leaked the secret to you."
On the side, a monk said: "Brother Kuhai, this guy has always been tough-talking, why not beat him until he relents, beat him until he confesses!"
"My Buddha is merciful!" Kuhai nodded slightly and said, "Donor Luo, our immeasurable magic power will definitely make you cry father and mother."
"Repent and repent."
Those hundred monks were quite confident.
He believed that after practicing countless demonic skills, he had already reached the heavenly level and was on par with Kuchanzi.
What's more, if hundreds of people join forces, they can naturally beat Luo Fu until he can't survive.
All of a sudden.
Ten monks stepped forward and stood up.
"The strength of ten of us is enough!"
The ten people all faced Luo Fu and slowly patted down one of their palms.
"Infinite Demonic Power - Great Suffering and Great Tribulation Vajra Palm!"
The giant palms of Buddha and demons with ten sides and three hundred feet are like ten black mountains, pressing down on the top.
A look of contempt flashed across Luo Fu's starry eyes.
One hundred and fifty monks from the Xuanqing Taoist sect who were at the third level of divine refining and could combine demonic skills were no match for Luo Fu.
What's more, there are only a hundred Buddhist disciples who have not mastered the second level of divine refining and demonic skills.
They were not even qualified to let Luo Fu draw his sword.
Luo Fu didn't even bother to use his magical powers, and only used the inferior magic of the gods.
Looking at the giant palm of the demon Buddha coming from the top.
Luo Fu's eyes were cold: "My Buddha is merciful. How dare you call yourself a disciple of Buddhism when you fall into the devil's path!"
"Keep your eyes open and see clearly. Buddha's power is immeasurable. There is no need to kneel down and lick the magic power!"
After saying this, Luo Fu turned his wrist, palm upward, and a golden Buddha palm, a hundred feet in size, rose from the ground!
The giant palm was covered with dense Sanskrit characters!
When the golden Buddha's palm appeared, there was a faint sound of chanting sutras in this area of heaven and earth, oppressing from all directions!
The Buddha palms of both sides started a duel in mid-air!
The ten-faced black palm from top to bottom seemed like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil the moment it was enveloped by the sound of chanting.
Boiling instantly!
The sound of Sumeru Buddha can actually dispel the magic power contained in the black palm and cause its evil energy to leak out.
The next moment.
The golden Buddha palm hits the first black palm.
The first black palm disintegrated and was revealed!
Hitting the second side, the second black palm disintegrated, unable to hold on even for an instant.
Hit the fifth side and the tenth side with black palm.
The ten-sided black palm disappeared into nothing in an instant like a shadow dispersed by light.
All ten palms are destroyed, but the golden Buddha palm is still there!
boom!
The golden Buddha's palm, which was a hundred feet long, blasted directly into the group of monks.
"Oh no!"
The monks were shocked and fled in panic.
The next moment, the golden palm exploded, and the golden light that filled the sky engulfed hundreds of monks.
Luo Fu stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the sky indifferently.
When the golden light dissipated, only three of the hundreds of Buddhist disciples in the sky were left alive.
The skin and flesh of these three people were severely ablated, and even bones were exposed in many places.
Kuhai is one of the three.
More than 70% of Kuhai's face was burned, and his originally "compassionate" face was now like a skeleton.
"This, this, this...cough!"
Kuhai looked at Luo Fu in shock: "You, your cultivation..."
Luo Fu raised his arm and pointed at the sea of suffering: "Is this the strength you gained from being a demon?"
"Haha, I don't know how to cherish the treasure of Buddhist practice."
"I am incompetent, but I blame the Buddha for not being strong."
"Toraye finger!"
After saying this, from the tip of Luo Fu's index finger, ten beams of Buddha's light were shot out at once!
The three remaining monks didn't even have time to say a word before they were pierced by the beam and fell from the sky.
In the hinterland, under the tallest tower.
Ci En's expression changed: "No, the auras of a hundred fellow sects who went to kill the enemy have all disappeared!"
"Who on earth broke into the Demon Sealed City without permission! Wait for the poor monk to go there for a while!"
Ci Wuya scolded: "Sit down!"
"Continue to save the Demon General Black Tower!"
"Salvation of this tower is a top priority, don't neglect it!"
At this time, among the ten thousand monks, some people stood up one after another: "Brother Wuya, we are willing to go and slay demons!"
How ironic it is for these four words to slay demons and demons to come out of their mouths.
the other side.
In the street, Luo Fu quickly advanced after killing a hundred monks.
After a while.
A majestic breath rolled in.
Luo Fu stopped and looked around.
But in the sky at the end of the street, there were thousands of second-level Buddhist disciples of Lian Shen coming towards them with cold expressions.
"It's Luo Fu!"
"How could he come to Demon Sealing City for no reason?"
"Wan Renxue must have done something wrong and the news leaked out!"
"No matter, since he is here, just destroy him!"
More than a thousand Buddhist disciples took action at the same time!
There are thousands of immeasurable magic powers, like a waterfall in the Milky Way, falling from the nine heavens!
The scene was so majestic and dazzling.
Looking around, everywhere you look, there are magic palms, magic fists, and magic fingers within your sight!
Luo Fu's starry eyes flashed: "Today, I will replace my Buddha and clean up the house!"
At the same time, Xiao Cang's voice came from the Jiutian Spiritual Palace: "Master, level one difficulty!"
"No need to waste energy with them!"
When Luo Fu heard this, he nodded slightly.
With these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, there is no desire to fight at all.
Luo Fu stretched out his finger and pointed at Qian Monk.
From between the eyebrows, an ancient book suddenly flew out.
Immediately afterwards, the books turned into a hundred-foot-high mountain and crashed into the area where Qian Monk was.
Luo Fu directly released the Taihuang Prisoner Divine Scroll!
Thousands of monks are all at the second level of divine refining, only two smaller realms higher than Luo Fu.
Such a gap in realm makes their immeasurable magic power useless in front of the Taihuang Prisoner Divine Scroll.
The thousands of magic arts that cover the sky and the sun are like meteorites approaching a black hole the moment they approach the Taihuang Prisoner Divine Scroll.
All the magic power was collectively sucked into the Prisoner of God Scroll!
The Prisoner of God Scroll has such a great advantage over the second level magic skill of refining the god that it even pulls and deforms those devil palms, devil fists, and devil fingers, into long strips, and is absorbed into it.
Thousands of monks were horrified and covered in cold sweat!
"My Buddha is compassionate! What a terrifying magic weapon that is!"
"Senior Brother, it's not good, that mountain is flying towards us!"
"Run away!"
Only those in the third level of refining the gods can barely resist the attraction of the Prisoner of God Scroll.
The second level of refining the gods, the hope of escaping the attraction is infinitely close to zero!
that moment.
An area where thousands of monks live.
It's like an ant nest that has been run over by a tornado!
Thousands of monks screamed in despair, none of them survived, and were collectively sucked into the Prisoner's Scroll.
At this moment, the sky is above the streets.
Apart from the majestic mountain peaks, there was nothing.
Luo Fu formed a seal with his hands, his starry eyes twinkling: "Practice it for me!"
"Leave no one behind!"
In an instant, within the prison scroll, the bodies of thousands of monks were destroyed and their souls were scattered!
Luo Fu waved and put the Taihuang Prisoner Divine Scroll into the Nine Heavens Spiritual Palace.
Wait until he wants to move on.
The soles of his feet that were about to step out suddenly stopped.
Quiet!
On the street, the silence is suffocating!
This quietness, even the singing that had been echoing, disappeared.
A creepy atmosphere quietly filled the entire street.
At some point, the already dark light in the street became several times darker!
Luo Fu, look up.
A hundred feet away, in the quiet street, there was a lone figure, standing there quietly, motionless.
The light was dim, so Luo Fu could only see the outline of the figure.
next moment.
From the direction of the figure, there was a voice, like metal friction, slowly drifting towards him.
"Human race, haha."
These four simple words made Luo Fu's pair of starry eyes shrink!
Magic words!
Luo Fu can understand this language!
The words that the figure spoke were not human words, but magic words!
