ah...!

The roar of the Black Abyss Demonic Dragon is full of mournful meaning.

It struggled hard, but couldn't break free of the seal. It watched helplessly as the essence was swallowed up by the little unicorn.

It's angry.

It is unwilling to give up.

It is the Black Abyss Demonic Dragon! The mount of the Blood Lord.

Eight thousand years ago, he and his master were able to survive secretly, sleeping for several generations, and finally woke up in this life. It was unknown what the master liked about Wang Yang, so he sealed it into Wang Yang's body and made Wang Yang his host.

It doesn't matter if you do this, you will lose your life.

It is as strong as the Immortal Demon Lord, it has fought before, but fell into the hands of a quasi-tian.

ah...!

Also howling was Wang Yang.

His world was broken, and all the resentful spirits inside his body escaped.

This is nothing.

Once the resentful spirit is gone, it can be swallowed again.

What really killed him was the Black Abyss Demonic Dragon, which was forcibly separated by Zhao Yun.

He is the host, and it has a contract with the Black Abyss Demonic Dragon. The moment the demonic dragon leaves the body, he is sentenced to death, and this death sentence, even the Indestructible Demonic Body Art, will stand aside.

When he was dying, his emotions were mixed.

He was afraid because he was going to die.

He was angry and was defeated by Zhao Yun.

He also had regrets about provoking Zhao Yun.

If Zhao Yun had not been plotted against, and if the Zhao family had not been massacred, he would not have ended up like he did now. So what if he became the Holy Son of the Devil's Nest, and no matter if he was favored by the Blood Lord, Wang Yang would still be unable to escape death.

puff!

The bloody light suddenly appeared again.

It was Zhao Yun who abolished Prajna's cultivation.

At this moment, he frowned. This was not Prajna, or in other words, it was not the Prajna deity. It should be the body of a Buddha. Its existing form was similar to the demon body of the Blood Lord and Wang Yang.

"My Buddha is merciful. If I don't go to hell, who will?" Prajna opened his lips slightly.

"Your compassion cannot represent kindness." Before Zhao Yun could say anything, he heard the angry roars of the resentful spirits. The resentful spirits that emerged from Wang Yang's body were all surrounding this direction, and they were so huge that they covered the sky and the earth.

Without waiting for Zhao Yun to shake Shen'er, the resentful spirits merged into Prajna's body one by one.

Such a large number of resentful spirits gathered in one person's body, and all of them were conscious and sane. The power they gathered was extremely terrifying. How terrifying was it? It was so terrifying that even Zhao Yun was knocked over.

Uh...!

Prajna stumbled, holding his head and groaning.

Perhaps the resentment was too strong and eroded her mind, making it difficult for the Buddha's heart to remain peaceful.

"The Buddha is merciful. Is it wrong for me to save him?"

Prajna groaned, his expression already in agony.

Her cultivation has been abolished, and the Buddha's light on her body has become mottled and blurred.

"He killed my wife."

"My child was cruelly sucked by him before he was born."

"It's right for Buddha to save him, but it's equally right for us to hate you."

The roars and curses of the resentful spirits turned into roars from the soul. One after another, they were integrated into Prajna's soul, including their memories, the miserable and bloody scenes of their life, all merged into it, like a series of beautiful lines.

The brand is engraved in the soul of Prajna. They want this Buddha to see what is good and what is evil, what is the world and what is hell.

Uh...!

Prajna groaned again, unable to stand still.

The Buddha's light on her body was completely annihilated inch by inch. What was replaced was mottled resentment that enveloped her whole body. There was no trace of Buddha's posture. It didn't matter. The main thing was that her soul had been engraved too much.

The brand is the incarnation of the vengeful spirits. The miserable scenes in their memories were all replayed without exception. They were even forced to experience it personally.

"Lord Buddha, this is the person you want to save. Shouldn't we hate you?" The howling of the resentful spirit never stopped.

Prajna cried.

Or maybe, the resentful spirits are crying.

It's just that their tears flow out through Prajna's eyes.

The old man said that if a person is extremely sad, his tears will turn into blood, and the tears they shed are blood.

ah...!

Prajna's scream was extremely painful.

Zhao Yun still couldn't tell whether it was the Buddha that was hissing or the resentful spirits that were roaring and wailing. He only knew that the Buddha's state of mind had been completely submerged by resentment, and there was no longer any purification of the six roots.

puff!

Prajna disappeared and turned into a wisp of mist.

She is the body of a Buddha, and she should be in this form after she disintegrates.

And the resentful spirit that melted into her body really disappeared. Before leaving, they all turned into an illusory figure. Before embarking on the road to return to silence, they all looked back.

Looking at Zhao Yun, he showed an ancient and vicissitudes of smile, not only grateful, but also sad.

Zhao Yun cupped his hands and leaned over, feeling guilty as well as seeing him off.

He is also a participant in this cause and effect.

In this way, he has a share in any blood debt caused by Wang Yang.

The resentful spirits dispersed and were completely liberated.

Behind him, the screams of the Black Abyss Demonic Dragon also came to an end.

The essence of this demon dragon became the nutrition of the little unicorn, and the huge dragon body turned into fly ash.

Acridine!

The little unicorn jumped up and down, its whole body burning with flames.

After swallowing a Black Abyss Demonic Dragon, it grew in size again, and its vitality was extremely surging.

Maybe it swallowed too much and couldn't digest it for a while. It wandered around for a while and then returned to Danhai.

When the demon dragon dies, the Blood Lord feels it.

It was precisely because he sensed that the Black Abyss Demonic Dragon was buried that he was particularly angry.

That was his mount. Although it was a beast, it had been kept in captivity for many, many years and a lot of training resources had been spent. Such death was a waste of his long-term energy.

"Damn."

The Blood Lord was furious, with overwhelming murderous intent, and knocked Daxia Hongyuan over with one palm.

Hongyuan's condition was extremely bad. He was not at his peak. He was far from being a match for the Blood Lord. It was very rare that he could hold on until now. If he continued to fight like this, he would definitely be killed by the Blood Lord.

The words are divided into two parts.

It's still that desert, with yellow sand flying freely.

The body of Prajna Buddha was scattered, and the black abyss demon dragon turned into flying ashes. Only Wang Yang was still alive, but he was not far from death. The demon dragon was forcibly pulled out, and the resentful spirits he raised rushed out of his body one by one.

, it has exceeded the ability of the Immortal Demonic Body Technique, and the bloody body has no human shape at all.

"It's a good journey." Zhao Yun said calmly, and palmed down from the sky.

"No...no no..." Wang Yang howled, his soul trembling with fear.

Zhao Yun had no mercy and fell with a palm.

The bloody light bloomed, and the Holy Son of the Demon Cave was turned into a bloody flower on the spot.

At this point, he and Wang Yang came to an end. They both came from Forgotten City. They were fellow villagers and enemies. Their grudges and grudges, right and wrong, all turned into a passing cloud with his palm.

At some point, he closed his eyes.

He quietly looked around, looking at the desert.

At this point, he couldn't even tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

"Buddha Land?"

Zhao Yun thought in his mind that the body of Prajna Buddha here might really be the legendary Buddha land. No wonder he couldn't find it. It turns out that this Buddhist pure land moves all the time and may even form its own space.

If it is truly a Buddha land, then the Prajna deity may still be here.
To be continued...