Chapter 207 Killing the Demon Monk (Part 3)
Shen Shuibi actually doesn't know how to use a sword.
She learned it this month.
But it doesn’t matter.
That's enough.
Even if only a trace of the fifth-grade divine will is integrated into the swordsmanship, it is enough to be called an immortal sword.
Do you understand the gold content of the Yellow Goddess Mother on the lunar yin energy in the middle of the month?
Monk Zen Zhi still doesn’t understand what the real layout looks like.
From the beginning to the end, Zhang Lan and Shen Shuibi were not the ones taking action.
Zhang Lan and Shen Shuibi are just pilots.
What really confronts Monk Zen Zhi is this world!
Shen Shuibi used a large formation to adjust the landscape and correspond to the human body. Coupled with the resources of the Wang family, she transformed this large formation into this controllable dharma form!
In silence, this formation, which simply regulates earth energy and water veins, has been transformed into a battle formation by Shen Shuibi.
To adjust the earth energy and water veins, only a few changes are needed...
Change the water pulse to blood energy.
Replace the mountains with bones and muscles.
The Taoist yin and yang method complements the four directions and eight trigrams.
The divine method in the shaman's body gives birth to the sun and moon scenery.
Humanity has many laws and regulations.
The four dimensions have been determined, the eight trigrams are facing each other, the sun and the moon are hanging, the scenery is at the same level, the rules are supplemented by the balance.
In this way, it is a simulated small world of the human body.
This is what Li Qi took out this time.
Using the power of one state to build the formation, a "fake seventh-grade monk" was forcibly transformed.
All it takes is a controller to control this thing.
Li Qi, Shen Shuibi, and Wang Baiyan all used their unique skills to solve countless technical problems and finally completed this feat.
If I had to describe it, it would be to compare the original formation for regulating the earth's energy to a large agricultural tractor.
As the chief engineer and chief designer, Shen Shuibi used the parts of these tractors, dismantled them, and made a new Gundam.
Now, she is the one flying the Gundam.
As for the sword strike just now, Zhang Lan was responsible for driving this Gundam.
Monk Zenzhi is still paying attention to the 'formation blessing', which is completely meaningless.
Because there is no formation blessing at all.
What Monk Zenzhi faced was the formation itself!
He's fighting a Gundam!
That Dharma image of sinking water and blue is this Gundam.
This is the power of knowledge.
And that's not all.
Li Qi once asked Wang Baiyan to provide two eighth-grade monks for help.
The two eighth-grade ones are currently over there with the other two formations.
As mentioned before, there are three such formations for regulating earth energy in Guangyang Prefecture.
Three such formations are enough to cover the entire Guangyang.
The other two are currently under the control of the two eighth-grade ones, gathering the earth energy and water energy of Guangyang to provide energy for this Gundam.
Sophistication, and knowledge beyond here, planted this bomb.
However, this also angered Monk Zenzhi.
After he was knocked away by the sword, he managed to regain his balance.
However, just as he stabilized himself, all the gentleness of the monk disappeared.
His body began to alienate.
"Then don't blame the poor monk for being ruthless."
After leaving these words, Monk Zenzhi's body began to undergo drastic changes!
Its skin was like a twisted piece of pitch-black leather, covered in disgusting calluses.
The giant neck is extended like a snake, and the skin on it is full of wrinkles like a lizard. Although the entire body is human-shaped, overall, it looks like a super-large reptile body.
Snake-like tentacles spread out from his lower body.
He grew two heads and six arms, all of which were as black as ink and whose skin was as rough as leather.
This time, it’s not the form, but the essence.
Mahakala lineage.
The body of the devil.
Monk Zenzhi truly showed his own strength.
It’s no longer the small fight before.
But get serious!
He recited in a low voice: "The evil mind is possessed by evil spirits, and the devil enters the heart. If you make a holy interpretation, you will be subject to evil spirits."
His body was full of flesh and blood, his tentacles were entangled with each other, and the three-inch Buddhist kingdom suddenly collapsed! Then it turns into a demon kingdom!
The original celestial beings tore off their skin and turned into Rakshasa evil spirits!
The originally bright three-inch Buddha Kingdom suddenly opened in all directions, and endless gloom poured out from it.
The yin of name and form is exhausted, the place is dark and full of tribulation!
Monk Zenzhi was never a merciful Buddha. He was a complete demon who would sacrifice hundreds of thousands of people without blinking an eye.
Monk Zenzhi's demonic body has four hands holding four bowls. The bowls are full of smelly black soup, which seems to be the blood of some kind of creature.
One hand held a bell, and the bell was red, like blood.
The demonic body picked up a bowl of smelly liquid and said solemnly: "I drink five nectars! Then there is a demon of self-arrogance that enters my heart. If you don't respect the pagodas and temples, destroy the sutras and statues, all living beings will go to the eternal hell and lose their integrity." If you accept it, you should fall from grace!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his free hand held three inches of the Buddha Kingdom... No, it's the Demon Kingdom now!
Holding the demon kingdom in the palm of your hand, covering the sky with one hand!
That hand was raised high, only to see that the sky was covered, the earth's energy was disturbed, even the Dharma was affected by the chaos caused by the demon, and cracks began to appear in the body.
The demons from the Demon Kingdom swarmed out, and then suddenly turned into a sea of fire!
The sea of fire burned across the sky! It's getting more and more vigorous, even a little crazy.
Tongues of fire continued to come out of the chimney, and one after another arrogant demons stretched their heads out of the flames to look at the outside world. They all had green faces and fangs, which were terrifying.
The sky was reflected in red, and countless ghost faces formed the face of a demon god.
That was the monk Chanzhi.
He looked down in the endless hellfire.
His sharp eyes stared down from the sky, staring at the ground.
Shen Shuibi and Zhang Lan's faces were reflected in red, and the whole sky was shining with hell-like flames.
The demon pounced down.
Its claws were long and sharp, and it was angry with each other and had poisonous thoughts.
When the demon pounced down, the ten gates in the demon country opened wide, and a hot wind blew up, blowing hot black sand.
These hot winds blew on the animals and mountains below that had no time to escape, and all living things were black, and the hot sand burned their skin and flesh!
However, it was not just the heat.
Countless black sands, like grinding machines, grind it. Those who are hit by the hot wind and black sand have their bones and flesh crushed, pus and blood flowing out, and the bitterness and pain are immeasurable. They can be seen in a radius of a hundred miles, wailing and screaming, just like hell!
"The appearance of hell?" Shen Shuibi below recognized the origin of this method at a glance.
All these demons are the lives that Monk Chanzhi has killed!
He refined the souls of these lives into such demons, and then forged this demon kingdom based on the sentient beings in hell!
This is to reproduce the pain of reincarnation hell, endless resentment, and drag all living things in front of them into the torture of hell.
The three-inch Buddha kingdom is this three-inch demon kingdom.
The unity of Buddha and demon is the root of Monk Chanzhi's practice!
Buddha is demon, demon is Buddha.
Hell descended here, and the ground and water vapor below were all in chaos!
Endless black fog appeared all around, like dark clouds, dust fog, strong winds, and rainstorms. Evil deeds, evil words, evil intentions, and evil returns continued to appear. The magic fog was rising all around, and the evil atmosphere was like the arrival of the devil.
The formation is rooted in the environment.
And the surrounding environment has been forcibly changed.
The virtual Dharma image that was formed was about to collapse.
This is why this formation is difficult to accomplish. Unless it has other foundations, it is easy to be cut off by others by relying solely on the power of heaven and earth.
You can use the power of heaven and earth, and others can use it. It depends on whose level is higher.
A seventh-grade strong man, changing the world, the formation you formed with the power of heaven and earth, as long as you can't protect the surrounding world, it will be a waste of effort.
However, everything was expected.
Seeing this, Shen Shuibi pinched his hands, and then saw the old horse behind him suddenly flew out.
The old horse that had been prepared long ago flew over quickly, and Shen Shuibi jumped on the horse and galloped away quickly.
It's time to evacuate.
Zhang Lan had already run away. After catching his breath after slashing the sword, he had already fled.
Without Gundam, the eighth-grade cultivation is just cannon fodder here, so he had better run away quickly.
However, Chanzhi did not pursue him. On the contrary, he suddenly sat cross-legged on the spot, clasped his hands together, and restrained himself.
Because the crumbling Dharma image suddenly lit up.
The earth and water vapor began to surge.
Isn't it just self-destruction?
Guangyang Sikong can do it, so can Shen Shuibi not?
The stove has long been filled with flammable shavings. It only takes a little spark to burn.
Monk Chanzhi frowned. He also sensed that the formation below was at the end of its strength. After slashing two swords in a row, the formation was already crumbling and was about to be completely destroyed by the hell phase.
However, the formation was about to explode.
If you want to chase him, not only will you not be able to catch him, but you will also be easily injured by the self-destruction.
So he kept his mind steady, and the body of the demon god began to shrink, from the size of a hand covering the sky before, to the size of a child.
Shrinking strength, stabilizing defense.
Although this will make it more vulnerable to one-on-one damage like the sword of a common man, it will be less affected by the large-scale explosion of self-detonation.
Longju and Shen Shuibi ran farther and farther.
But it doesn't matter.
They can't escape.
That dragon colt, even if it bursts out with all its strength, can only run a mile in an instant, and it can only last for a few minutes at most.
Although the dragon colt is fast, it is considered to be extremely fast among the ninth-grade, but in the eyes of monk Chanzhi, it is nothing.
This speed is like taking a walk in front of him.
How fast is the speed of the seventh-grade?
Just look at Guangyang Sikong just now, it only took three or four breaths to run more than a hundred miles, out of his interference range, and escaped.
Although it is a limit speed similar to a desperate 100-meter race, it can also show the swiftness of the seventh-grade, and this is because neither side is good at sprinting.
If there is a seventh-grade master who specializes in speed, it is not difficult to increase the speed by dozens of times.
Wait, where is Guangyang Sikong?
He——
Just as the monk Chanzhi had this doubt, he saw countless magic weapons flashing in the sky, forming a series of starry sky composed of magic weapons.
I don’t know when, Guangyang Sikong actually came back!
Moreover, he attacked me with a face full of grief and anger! ?
Where did he get the courage?
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One hundred and fifty miles away, Wang Baiyan stood on the top of the mountain, tapping his folding fan and looking at the battlefield in the distance.
His task was to wait outside and perform some planning tasks.
Within a hundred miles, there is probably no one alive now, and all the birds, beasts, fish and birds have been swallowed by hell.
A real hell on earth.
Hell was presented in a small area here, with countless demons and evil spirits, and only wailing between heaven and earth.
Ghosts and gods were lax, thorns grew on the ground, mosquitoes and flies, bees stung, vipers, poisonous insects, hot winds, and black sand rushed in, swallowing everything.
Evil views and confusion covered a hundred miles, and all beings in it were entangled in the ten evil karmas.
When a person's body was destroyed and his life ended, he would fall into hell.
The battle of the seventh rank was too terrible.
However, Li Qi was even more terrible.
Just now, the seventh rank Guangyang Sikong fled here.
According to Li Qi's instructions, Wang Boyan handed him a sealed letter.
Wang Boyan didn't know the content, and no one had opened it.
However, that dignified seventh rank Sikong, who cherished his life very much and was as rat-like as a person, gritted his teeth and turned back after seeing Li Qi's letter.
I really want to know what was written in the letter.
Thinking about this, Wang Baiyan turned around, bowed humbly, and said to a thin blond man behind him: "Can the Rat King observe the situation clearly?"
The thin blond man looked to be in his forties or fifties, ugly, hunched, short, and only about five feet tall.
The hair on his body was all golden, including his hair, eyebrows, and even chest hair, which were pure golden, but not shiny.
The teeth in his mouth were sharp, and the big front teeth were very conspicuous.
It looked like an alien, but from the name, we already knew who this person was.
The Rat King of the Rat Soil Tomb.
There is no doubt that he is definitely a seventh-grade strongman, who ran from the extreme west of the world to the southwest of the world with Monk Chanzhi.
"This is clear, but based on my understanding of Chanzhi, the strength you have shown now has a chance of winning no more than 10%. So far, this guy has not yet shown his true strength." The Rat King grinned and looked at the battlefield in the distance.
There, the terrifying pressure before the formation exploded, and the brilliance of countless magic weapons in the sky were shining.
The battle continued.
"Then, what if the Rat King intervenes?" Wang Boyan asked again.
"If I intervene, I have a 50% chance of winning." The Rat King said, "Now you know why I have to wait until you start to decide whether to intervene or not?"
"Is that demon monk really so powerful? I see that he has already used up all his magical powers, and they are all excellent. Whether it is the Peacock King Mantra, the Three-inch Buddha Kingdom, or the Buddha and Demon Integration, the hell state transformed from the Buddha Kingdom, they are all extremely powerful. Does he have a trump card?" Wang Boyan frowned.
"Buddha and Demon Integration, Buddha and Demon Integration, did you see the demon? Or did you see the Buddha?" The Rat King asked back.
Wang Boyan took a deep breath and immediately understood.
The trump card of the Zen Zhi demon monk is the Buddha and Demon Integration.
It is not the Buddha of the Peacock King, nor the hell state demon, but the combination of the two.
That's no wonder.
However, after hearing this, Wang Baiyan immediately bowed his hands and said, "What does the Rat King think of the young master's promise? This demon monk is so powerful. If he is used as a blood sacrifice sacrifice, I think the Rat Soil Tomb will benefit greatly, right? The young master has already agreed that the power of the blood sacrifice will not be taken at all."