Chapter 1671: Neither the enemy nor the friend

"Can the demon soul of this donor surpass the level of the Heavenly King?"

Faced with the broken golden body, Jikong's expression was still unchanged, his face suddenly changed drastically at this moment.

Although Buddhist techniques are born with restraint on magical techniques.

But this kind of restraint will only occur at the same level or slightly weaker. However, once the opponent's Taoist soul level exceeds itself, the Buddhist path will not only be unable to restrain the demon path, but may even be suppressed in turn.

This is what is called "The Tao is one foot taller, and the devil is one foot taller!

Now Jie Kong has the strongest Taoist soul at the level of the Heavenly King. With the six-character mantra, he can even explode with combat power above the Heavenly King.

But even so, it was still impossible to suppress Ye Tian's demon fist, but there was a sign that he was about to be suppressed.

How could Jiekong not be shocked, but he felt unbelievable?

After all, Ye Tian’s current realm is just a holy emperor. The world outside the sky is also a well-known world that ranks at the bottom.

Thinking of this, Jie Kong's expression suddenly became serious, "Donor, take another move from my monk, and the roar of thousands of Buddhas!"

boom.

Jie Kong suddenly burst out with all his strength and activated the golden body of the Buddhist sect. His whole expression was solemn. He pointed at Ye Tian and let out a Buddhist roar from his soul.

This roar really seemed like a thousand eminent monks roaring that shocked their souls and shocked their hearts.

If there is a person with weak will or evil thoughts in his heart, just hearing this roar, his soul may be damaged and severely damaged. At the same time, this is also a standard move for Buddhism to deal with those big demons.

Many demons, just by hearing this roar, will lose their mood and may even suffer severe damage.

But Ye Tian just frowned. Not only did the demon soul not have any damage, but his mood did not look like he was lost.

On the contrary, facing Jie Kong's sudden soul attack, Ye Tian's heart moved and suddenly mobilized his soul power. In an instant, an invisible soul sword light condensed.

"Sword of Soul, break it for me!"

bump!

The invisible sword light and the invisible sound wave collided with each other, and suddenly, the thousands of Buddhas in Jiekong's Buddhist roars disappeared.

For the first time, a trace of cold sweat appeared on Jiekong's forehead. "There was no flaw. The donor's mood and soul were so terrifying. It was even stronger and pure than many Buddhist elders I had seen. I would like to pay a disadvantage!"

After saying that, Jie Kong suddenly withdrew his golden body and became a plain white monk again. Ye Tian was stunned. Before he could speak, the dark holy son over there roared in anger, "You can't admit defeat, monk Jie Kong, continue to fight me! Do you don't want that ice heart snow lotus?"

"Yes, of course I want it, the Dark Son, please tell me the clues about the Bing Xin Xuelian now."

Only then did this side take the initiative to admit defeat, but Jie Kong rushed to the front of the Dark Holy Son with great enthusiasm and took out a wooden bowl.

The Dark Son almost burst into anger.

"Get out, this holy son is here to help you, but you have never hit anyone before, so you have the nerve to ask this holy son for..."

In extreme anger, the Dark Saint Son almost swears. Unfortunately, before he could curse, Jie Kong had already cursed him first.

"Well!"

The opening of the mouth is the six-character mantra of Buddhism, forming a Buddhist seal as big as a hill. Before the Dark Son could react, he was suppressed on the spot.

Such actions shocked Ye Tian, ​​"Monk, aren't you the helper invited by the Dark Holy Son?"

Such a disagreement and a rebellion on the spot would be too amazing.

As if he understood Ye Tian’s thoughts, Jie Kong looked solemn and clasped his hands together and said, “The donor doesn’t know. I just promised this Dark Holy Son to come to help the battle. He can get the Bingxin Xuelian, but he didn’t say that he had to win. We monks never lie, so he would do whatever he should say! I believe that the Dark Holy Son was convinced.”

"Bah, I'm so sorry for this saint! Jiekong, you deserve to be a shame to Buddhism! Even if I die, I won't tell you Bing Xin Xuelian. If you have the abduction, you will kill me!"

The Dark Son has also made his promise.

Anyway, before the rules of the storm list were announced, no one dared to kill without authorization, and the Dark Son was still fearless.

Unexpectedly, when he heard this, Jiekong's face became more and more serious, "Men, be compassionate. Since you are obsessed with the Dark Son, I cannot say it. There are a few scriptures that will advise you, so listen."

After saying that, the monk Jiekong was really as if no one else had begun to recite scriptures, and the first word he recited made Ye Tian’s ears tremble.

In the second word, Zhang Han's face turned pale.

In the third word, the delicate body of the Saint of Yaochi began to shake.

The fourth word, everyone present seemed to feel a fly buzzing in his ears, and then two, three, one hundred, three hundred.

Just after listening to the first passage of the scripture, the Bahuang Holy Son and others felt that their minds were about to explode.

The dark body of the demon species turned green in an instant.

The power of monk chanting scriptures is so terrifying?

Ye Tian gasped, but soon he was puzzled, "Strange, this scripture doesn't seem to have much impact on me?"

"Nonsense, the ancient demon soul is at the level of the god king. The Buddha is one foot taller and the demon is one foot taller! Otherwise, you would think that monk would be so happy, and suddenly admit defeat. No, I can't stand it anymore. There are so many flies who want to vomit. Ye Tian, ​​please stop thinking about that monk."

After all, Ye Tian has an ancient demon soul that can resist, but the demon seed is purely aware of the demonic path, so he feels very uncomfortable with this kind of scripture.

Unfortunately, before Ye Tian spoke, the Dark Holy Son, who was tough and willing to die, was already crying in pain, "I was wrong, I accepted, please don't read it."

"Stop talking, I keep my word. I keep my word. The scriptures are 100,000 times, and it is a word that cannot be missed!"

puff.

The Dark Son vomited blood on the spot.

The demon seed couldn't help but tremble. One hundred thousand times, how many flies would there be!

Even Ye Tian's face twitched a lot, 100,000 times. It is estimated that except him, even Murong Bei might not be able to bear it.

I even feel that this Jie Hu is strange in nature and is neither an enemy nor a friend.

He could only hurriedly dissuade him: "Monkey Jiekong, please don't recite the scriptures. Even if you want to recite them, don't look in front of us."

"Well, since it's the donor's request, I just don't recite it."

Jie Kong really stopped talking, looking calm and gentle.

After all, Ye Tian’s demon soul is likely not a Heavenly King level, but a Holy King level, and he can’t afford to offend easily.

"Bah, it's useless for our Holy Son to beg for mercy. Ye Tian said, "You monk, don't you feel ashamed?"

A group of martial emperors in the dark temple were angry, but they only dared to stand in the distance and curse, and no one dared to step forward easily. Jie Kong looked despised by these people and said, "Do you think I am as stupid as you?"

Can you tell me what is the most important thing for monks?”

"It should be kind-hearted."

Murong misunderstood.

"wrong!"

"Is the four elements empty?"

Ye Tian was also curious.

After all, this is their first time meeting a Buddhist genius.
Chapter completed!