But the evil energy that Fang Chao injected into Wang Han just now was indeed enough.

Not only was it filled with Wang Han, but it also overflowed.

The Purana Sutra cannot suppress the evil spirits in the body at all.

Even pretending to die is useless now.

The force shutdown button is broken.

The terrifying aura gradually emitted from Wang Han's body like a tide.

The sober energy that I was desperately trying to control was gradually disappearing.

Yang Yuanlang, who was still moving cows out of the ruins, suddenly felt a violent shock.

I clearly felt a sense of terror mixed with a familiar crisis.

Yang Yuanlang slowly turned his head and looked at Wang Han, who was standing not far away.

Wang Han, who had his head hanging down, slowly raised his head.

Open your arms slowly.

Face up to the sky.

A cold and cruel evil smile gradually formed on the corners of his lips.

Those eyes that turned into round pupils again were filled with endless madness.

The destructive aura from his body was overwhelming.

Under the evil spirit.

It enveloped Yang Yuanlang.

Yang Yuanlang's body was as stiff as an electric shock.

He stared blankly at Wang Han's back.

A sense of fatal familiarity came over me.

Many fragments come to mind.

On top of the ancient and vicissitudes of the magnificent altar.

The scarlet sky was reflected in the eyes of the lonely king.

Corpses piled up in mountains, blood flowed into the rafts, mourners filled the fields, and China was devastated.

Fragmented images kept flashing by.

New scenes are drawn in the mind.

The tall, blood-stained Buddha statue collapsed.

Crazy people stepped on the mountain of corpses and climbed up to the Buddha statue, cheering loudly.

The blood-stained Buddha's head lies horizontally.

The flowing blood seems to be the blood and tears of ancient Buddha.

Under the withered Bodhi.

The old Bodhisattva stretched out his hand and touched the ground.

Recite Buddhist scriptures orally.

Use up all your remaining energy to cast down the spell.

The afterglow of humanity seemed to cast an arc of holy light on his body.

In the dark world, a bright and scorching sun seems to burst out to illuminate the world!

Tathagata the Great Sun!

But it was instantly swallowed up by darkness.

The evil of human nature is like moss climbing up the decaying Buddhas, covering the eyes of the Buddhas and blinding the hearts of all living beings.

Crazy people swarmed into every corner like locusts.

Kneel down on your knees, raise your hands high, and look like a vase.

Crazy and pious kneeling down to worship the crazy king.

The collapse of rituals and music marks the end of the Dharma era.

Before passing away, the Bodhisattva pointed toward the altar.

"Already good, Shakyamuni will protect it even though it is small.
Chapter completed!