King Luohu lost his army in the Banshan Temple and suffered a lot. He knew very well how powerful his opponent was. Unless he went down personally, he might still have a chance of victory. But this is just a thought. The protector of the lotus platform is immortal. No matter how serious the injury is, the Buddha's light will turn. He replied as before, he didn't want to fight with the other party and let others get the benefits.
King Red Owl feinted a shot, King Luohu remained silent, obviously unwilling to take the lead, but King Guiwu was eager to try. His territory is far away in the Jixi Desert, and he has always coveted the rich hinterland of the Swiss Dharma Realm, but it is not easy to snatch food from several demon lords. Now is an opportunity. When they were discussing at Qixing Lake, King Luohu and King Chixiao proposed that each of the eight kings take out a piece of land as a trophy, and the one with the most contributions could take the first pick. King Guiwu had already taken a fancy to a piece of land adjacent to the Jixi Desert. Oasis, so I intend to compete.
Seeing that everyone was silent and the atmosphere was a bit awkward, King Guiwu immediately jumped up and asked for a fight. It was he who went into battle himself, not just any of his generals. Everyone looked at him sideways, which also shows the courage of King Guiwu. There is a saying that "a king never moves lightly". If he wins, it is natural. If he loses, not only will his face be disgraced, but his position as the Eighth King will also be ruined. It won't be very safe.
King Luohu poured a cup of blood wine with his own hands, brought it to King Guiwu solemnly, and said: "King Guiwu, please drink this cup to the full. If you have this responsibility, a certain family will wait and see!"
King Guiwu didn't say anything bold, "Pour down the wine and I'll come as soon as you leave." In front of King Rahu, he looked like a small witch but now he respectfully drank a full glass of blood wine. He charged towards the Banshan Temple with great vigor and vigor.
As soon as the Blood Demon Lord takes action, his momentum is extraordinary, and the monster soldiers will feel the pressure, like the ebbing sea water, sweeping the ground on both sides. King Gui Wu said nothing and went straight to the right one. Di Ling also knew that the person coming was evil, so he held the cooked copper stick tightly with both hands, summoning the power of Nirvana, and hit him on the head.
King Gui Wu's bare hands, a body of steel and iron, and a pair of fists that are comparable to artifacts are his most proud assets. For hundreds of years, he has worked tirelessly to temper his body with blood and energy, almost to the extreme. He firmly believes in this. . Seeing that the cooked copper stick was close at hand, it was faintly threatening to overwhelm the mountains and seas. The power was so great that the void was turbulent. King Guiwu did not dodge, he stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot, and struck out with his right fist. The original Shenshan suddenly became A shock.
The fists and sticks intersected, and the power of blood and the power of Nirvana collided head-on. The cooked copper sticks bent and peeled off at a speed that could be changed by the naked eye, followed by a sharp roar that penetrated the clouds and cracked the silk, causing the clouds in the sky to roll and scatter, and all the monsters, monks, and soldiers within a radius of a hundred feet. Fell to the ground. The Ghost Crow King exhaled loudly, and his joints crackled wildly. The cooked copper stick bloomed like petals and was shapeless. Di Ling's hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't lift it up in one breath. He backed away, and the soles of his feet sank deeper and deeper into the earth and rocks.
The judgment was made, and the Blood Demon Lord should not be underestimated. Di Ling knew that he was outmatched, but he was not panicked. He tried his best to remove the remaining power of the impact, barely stood firm, abandoned half of the cooked copper stick, and stretched out his hand sideways. Signaling, please invite King Guiwu to enter the mountain gate for a while.
King Guiwu looked at him for a long time, thinking in his mind. He already knew the strength of Banshan Temple. There was a senior brother Shoumu above Diling, and there was a lotus protector above Shoumu. As for their master, he had already left. The original sacred mountain traveled all over the world, and the divine dragon never saw its end. He recruited many disciples, built 12 large temples one after another, and spread the law all over the world with his own efforts.
If their master was still in the Yuan Shen Mountain, King Gui Wu would not come forward despite his words, but a mere Lotus Platform protector, combined with the power of the eight kings, would definitely be able to take him down without bloodshed. As if aware of his thoughts, King Rahu, King Red Owl, King Qingyang, King Jinpeng, King Tuoluo, King Slaughter of Lions, and King Dijie all stepped forward in unison. King Guiwu relied on strong support and had no worries. He laughed and strode forward straight through the gate of Banshan Temple.
In the Buddhist hall, Qingyang, the protector of the lotus platform, slowly opened his eyes. He was originally a general who evolved from Qi Qi. He lived in the Archaeopteryx bone pillar and was purified by the Buddha's light for seven or forty-nine days. He was reborn and became a Buddhist Vajra Dharmakaya, which allowed him to stay in this world forever. However, after leaving the Nirvana Buddha Kingdom, the power of Nirvana in the body was lost bit by bit, accumulating over time, and it was not a small amount. Therefore, Ancestor Qingyang meditated in the Buddhist hall on weekdays and fell into concentration, like a dead tree, motionless. It wasn't until King Guiwu defeated Di Ling that Shomu saw that the situation was about to collapse, and knowing that he was weak, he knelt in front of the Buddhist hall and begged him to turn the tide, and then Zu Qingyang showed up to meet him.
Once you get up, all your previous efforts are in vain. The power of Nirvana in your body is like a beast waking up from its sleep, dissipating outward through 3,600 pores and disappearing between heaven and earth. He made some calculations and found that if he used all his strength, he could only last for three days and three nights at most, and after that he would be unable to continue. However, Zu Qingyang had no fear, and the power of Nirvana burst into action. His feet left the ground, and his body rose slowly. He stood in the air and looked down at the eight kings. He suddenly turned into a phantom and hit the ghost hard. King Wu.
He never thought that with one against eight, if he could kill one or two people before the opponent encircled them, it would be a complete victory. However, Ghost Crow King did not give him such a chance. He crossed his arms in front of his chest to protect him, blood spurted out, and he opened a slowly rotating vortex to block the opponent's collision. The power of Nirvana and the power of flesh and blood clashed again. This time, it was a trade-off. King Gui Wu flew several feet upside down like a kite with a broken string. He plowed two ravines with his feet. He grabbed the ground with one hand to stabilize his retreat and raised his head. A ferocious look appeared on his face at first.
King Guiwu retreated, and King Qingyang rushed forward. When the opponent's old power passed by and the new power was not released, his arms turned into two phantoms, and countless punches poured down, like a sudden wind and rain, pressing down on his head. Even he has no control over himself. Zu Qingyang used the power of Nirvana to dissolve the power of his fists. Unexpectedly, the opponent's attack came out of nowhere. He was punched in the back, waist, eyes and legs one after another. The power was unusually strong, and his energy was stagnated. Then he received dozens of heavy blows all over his body. hit.
The wind never ends, the rain never ends, King Qingyang's attack only lasts for ten breaths, and then turns from prosperity to decline. He retreats to the side, King Jinpeng steps forward, spreads his wings and pounces down in the air, revealing a pair of Sharp claws, clawing hard at the opponent's head. At the critical moment, Zu Qingyang lowered his body, raised his right arm and took the initiative to put it into the claws of King Jinpeng. When the sharp claws were closed, it was like grabbing a swimming fish, and it was slippery.
King Jinpeng knew something was wrong, but he was already a step too late. Zu Qingyang grabbed his tibia with his backhand, tore him off, and smashed him down the mountain like a sledgehammer. There was a loud bang and a deep pit was created. King Jinpeng was furious, and due to his carelessness, he was overpowered by his opponent. He lost face in front of everyone. In anger, he roared loudly, flapped his wings vigorously, and dragged Zu Qingyang into the air, with nowhere to use his strength.
