"Before the Buddha achieved enlightenment, he was also a human being. Now he protects the people and protects the peace in the world. Some people have demons, and perhaps demons, but I have never seen any gods and Buddhas here." There was a little resentment and a little ridicule in Monk Kongkong's words.

Wudou was standing aside and didn't know how to answer his master's words. He felt that his master said a lot today.

In the great array of demon-subduing devils under the temple, the sky fire continued to explode in the head of the Rakshasa King, and blood mist turned into water to try to destroy the sky fire from all directions.

The cracks on the head of the Rakshasa King were constantly spreading, and the blood mist was churning. The evil ghosts, Rakshas, ​​and Yasha flew out of the blood mist, but they could not break through the thousands of Buddha lights.

The blood mist was surging like the surging rivers, and Wusheng's palms were like a mountain, firmly blocking it.

Monk Kongxu watched quietly from the other end, ready to provide help at any time.

"Thousand-handed Buddha Palm, when did this kid learn this Buddhist supernatural power again?"

He found that he would give him some surprises if he didn't see his disciple for a few days.

The sun rises and sunsets outside the formation, and day by day passes. There is no day or night within the formation.

Wusheng activated his magic power to refine the demons, and gradually entered a state of concentration. His palms seemed to be stopped in the air, and it seemed to be constantly changing. The Buddha's light was like a sword and a fire, not only defending, but also attacking.

Time passed slowly, and as the cracks on the head of the Rakshasa King became more and more, deeper and deeper, like a spider web.

Crack, there seemed to be a crisp sound of cracking.

Then a blood-colored ball flew out from the head of the Rakshasa king. When he looked closely, he looked like an eyeball, but the eyeball was a bit big and could hold a person.

"Wusheng, be careful!" Monk Kongxu shouted hurriedly when he saw this.

Wusheng blocked the flying eyes with the Buddha's palm.

A blood light shot out from the eyeballs, stalemateing the Buddha's light. There was a head after the eyeballs, and the head of the Rakshasa King. There was also a Dharma image behind Wusheng, the Dharma image of the Great Sun Tathagata.

The blood light burst out from his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the Buddha light emitted from Wusheng Buddha Palm became weaker and weaker. A blood-colored vortex suddenly appeared in his eyes, sucking Wusheng into it in an instant? Then it closed instantly.

"Oops!"

Seeing this, Monk Kongxu stepped near the huge eye. He pointed and waved it, a giant sword fell from the sky. The eyes emitted a bloody light, blocked the giant sword, swung the void, and then turned it drippingly. It flew back to the broken head and forehead, and flew into the third eye socket in front of the Rakshasa King's forehead. The eyes then closed.

The magic sword cast by Kongxu cannot break through the head? If you can't see the eyes in it, you will naturally see Wusheng.

"Now, it's up to you again!" Monk Kongxu stood outside the head of the Rakshasa King's body, staring at the closed eyes, and couldn't help but worry about Wusheng.

At this time, Wusheng's body was in endless blood, and it was full of blood. Although it seemed familiar, he was not careless at all. He still understood the principle of carefully sailing a ten thousand-year-old ship.

There is no direction, no sound, only a bloody color.

Wusheng activated his magic power, and suddenly found that he had no magic power at all. He suddenly changed from a great monk in the towering realm to an ordinary person without magic power.

this?

He was a little panicked in an instant. At this moment when he was panicked, there was a change around him. Countless evil spirits and skeletons suddenly appeared in all directions, rushing towards Wusheng with their teeth and claws. At this moment, his body had no spots of magic power.

This is an illusion? This is an illusion!

The sharp claws were like hooks, tearing open his monk's robes, and the sharp teeth were like swords, biting into his body. These evil spirits and Rakshasa instantly drowned him, tearing him apart, swallowing his flesh and blood, and blood kept splashing.

Wusheng felt a severe pain, the pain of his body being torn and swallowed a little bit. He saw a bloody mouth open suddenly, and he smelled the disgusting smell of blood. The big mouth swallowed him up in an instant.

Then, there is nothing.

Without thoughts, everything is silent, and there is only blood in all directions.

Wusheng has disappeared into this bloody color, as if he has never been here before.

Where is this, what's wrong with me?

Wusheng felt as if he was in a sleep, and wanted to open his eyes but couldn't open it no matter what.

He kept reminding himself to wake up and wake up, but he just couldn't wake up.

Outside the body of Rakshasa King, Monk Kongxu was already a little anxious. Wusheng had been sucked into the body of Rakshasa King for a long time, and there was no movement for a long time. During this period, he used various means but could not open the eye.

It's too dark here and it needs a little light.

Wusheng seemed to see a little light, as big as the tip of a needle, and it was hard to detect. The little light stayed there quietly, motionless.

The boundless darkness, the boundless sky,

Something sounded, it was very illusory, as if someone was talking, and it seemed like he was talking by himself.

He just looked at the light quietly and listened to those illusory sounds, not sure how long it took.

The light seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, and the sound in my ears became clearer and clearer. The light was like fireflies in the night and stars on the sky.

Remember it, remember it.

I am a monk in Lanruo Temple, and I am refining demons.

The light was constantly growing, flying towards him quickly, tearing apart the boundless darkness. Finally, it turned into a glorious sun, tearing apart the boundless darkness.

Wusheng opened his eyes, and there was still endless blood around him. Then, the evil ghost Rakshasa swarmed from it.

A ball of light suddenly lit up behind his pillow, and then it burned, bright and dazzling. Then his body began to emit Buddha light. At first, it was hazy like moonlight, and then gradually lit up, like thousands of swords, cutting off the sharp claws and teeth of the ghosts, and then melting them all like flames.

The ghosts kept gushing out from the blood, and the Buddha light on Wusheng's body became brighter and brighter. He felt that the dissipated magic power in his body was back.

The golden body of the Great Sun Tathagata Dharma image appeared behind him.

He took a step forward, followed by blood, accompanied by ghosts, and then continued to move forward.

The ghosts around him followed like a tide, but they could not break his Buddha light.

With a divine thought, he had an extra sword in his hand, and the Buddha's sword passed over the demon.

The sword was slashed down, and the sword rainbow was like fire, dividing the blood color in front of him into two at once, extending to a very far place.

Wusheng took a step, but he was still in blood. He raised his sword again, and walked and slashed, keeping forward.

This is just the eyes of King Rakshasa, not the sea of ​​blood, but there is a boundary.

I want to reach the boundary. Wusheng thought this and walked like this.

The Buddha's light became brighter and brighter, and the Buddha's sword became stronger and stronger. He used the magical power of subduing demons, and his hand was a magic weapon for refining demons.

Suddenly, Wusheng saw a piece of blood jade, blocking his body like a wall, with no boundaries around him.

It's here.

Wusheng's sword, the blood jade is very hard, better than the hundred-refined steel.

He slashed one sword after another, and each sword fell to the same position. The Buddha light on the sword was changing, jumping like a flame, ding dangling,

At this time, Wusheng was like moving a mountain to get Yugong. However, Yugong had the mercy of heaven and earth, and finally sent the gods to help him move away the two mountains in front of his home. Wusheng was only alone, and he wanted to cut a way out from his eyes.
Chapter completed!