Chapter 601

"Die"

Angry, ordinary people dare to hurt Huixu power. Purdue Cihang's eyes flashed a killing opportunity and gave a hint on his arm to calm down the surging dragon pulse power, step out and bully him.

"Dog emperor, die"

As soon as the emperor's complexion changed, the loss of national fortune was to destroy his own rivers and mountains. In his anger, he forgot that the person in front of him was an immortal demon. A cold spirit came out from the bottom of his heart: "have something to say."

"Hum" disdained Leng hum. Purdue Cihang pointed to the emperor's eyebrows in front of him. After all, it was the current emperor. Although he was fatuous, he still had the protection of national transportation power.

"Yin"

At the falling fingertips, a huge force surged out of the emperor's body. With a dragon chant, the old dragon stared at Pudu Cihang. As long as he dared to use his power, the Qiyun dragon would give a fatal blow.

"Hateful" Pudu Cihang was shocked. Looking at the air luck dragon, he turned and turned into an evil wind and flew out in an instant. As for the emperor, the remaining strength of Qi luck can guard him, so what can I do.

Cold sweat dripping, the emperor's eyes darkened, and he saw the evil spirit leave. Just now, he felt powerless and depressed, but he looked at the long sword in his hand.

On the other hand, the rapid decline of the national fortune has greatly changed the complexion of some monks. The strength of a country depends on the strength of the other party's national fortune. Previously, although this country was not prosperous and powerful, it did not appear to destroy the country.

After Pudu Cihang absorbed the energy of the emperor, this country is in danger: "the disaster of war will kill it at the same time."

Ji Chen looked sharply at the direction of the palace: "the way of national transportation is so fast and weak. If you don't guess wrong, it should be that big demon."

Yan Chixia frowned: "it seems that the decisive battle is not far away."

Youyou sighed. Xiaoju looked at Ji Chen with worried eyes: "brother Chen, let's leave and live like this."

Ji Chen smiled and patted Xiaoju on the shoulder: "don't be afraid, everything has me."

"I'll go to the palace. You're on alert."

The swordsman who stepped out with a simple long sword on his back went to the magnificent palace. Since Pudu Cihang absorbed the power of national fortune, whether he could restrain his existence and whether the king's sword intention he had seen before could help himself.

The despondent emperor stared at the sword of the son of heaven in front of him with godless eyes. The wailing sound of the sword seemed to cry for the destruction of the country: "I am the son of heaven, but I have no eyes without thinking."

Disappointed? Regret? All day long, I was addicted to elixir refining. I didn't know the demons, but all the civil and military ministers in the court died. The empty hall was swept by a trace of desolation.

At this time, but in the hall, a bright light bloomed, and a swordsman came in the air: "I can help you."

"Hmm?" with a surprise, the emperor's eyes flashed a fine light, looked at the proud sword and smiled: "help me? Ha ha, what can you do?"

Ji Chen's eyes flashed: "Pudu Cihang is the existence of the Jiaohua. If it can't be destroyed, no one in this world will be its opponent."

"Huajiao" emperor's face sank. Finally, he knew the purpose of Pudu Cihang. The Centipede's body absorbed the power of endless dragon veins in order to achieve the body of Jiaolong: "if you kill it, I can give you the position of national teacher."

Ji Chen smiled coldly. The position of national teacher is so big. Unfortunately, it is only a dream. It is unknown whether this world will still exist after killing Pudu Cihang.

"Why? Dissatisfied?" the emperor narrowed his eyes, looked at the motionless sword and said.

Ji Chen smiled: "the position of national teacher will be exempted. Pudu Cihang and I will never die. We came here only for the long sword in your Majesty's hand."

From entering the hall just now, Ji Chen felt the sharp weapon in front of the emperor, the huge power of national fortune, and an unparalleled power of suppression. As a monk, he can know as long as he opens his magic eye.

"Hmm? For the sword of the emperor?" the emperor frowned and thought for a moment. Looking at the calm sword, he raised his hand and gently stroked the sword body and pulled it out.

"Qiang"

Cold, fierce, cold light, clear sword body. At that moment, the clear sword sound echoed in the hall. The sword body shone on the emperor's pale face: "one request, kill the demon."

"As you wish" took over the sword of the son of heaven. Ji Chen's mouth showed a smile. The king's sword way is to restrain the existence of dragon power. Pudu Cihang absorbed the luck of a country. As long as it has not turned into a real dragon, this sword is the ultimate weapon to kill.

The swordsman leaving in the air and the emperor waiting for good news, a dignified breath permeates the world. The success or failure of this trip is related to the lives of the people of this country.

"I don't believe you, but I have to believe you. I don't want to be the king of the subjugated country."

The quiet valley is filled with a mysterious atmosphere and heavy momentum, which arouses the fierce and vigorous wind. The immortal demons crawling on the ground are gradually refining the Dragon Qi in the body. How can the accumulation of the founding emperor for hundreds of years be digested so easily.

Three days later, I saw thunder billowing over the valley, like a great terror, and endless lightning galloping among the dark clouds.

"Found it."

With a light drink, I saw four streamers flying in the distant sky. The sword flying in the air had a clear, simple and long sword flashing with a cold light in his hand.

As soon as he got close to the mysterious valley, a sharp sword light cut down in the air and swept through the void with the power of endless vigorous wind.

"Hmm?" with a deep thought, Pudu Cihang, who was in retreat in the valley, opened his eyes. A killing machine cut his eyes. Looking at the falling sword light, he pointed out the surging Buddhist power.

"Boom"

It exploded, and the sword and Buddha collided with each other, causing violent waves, and the rolling force spread around.

"Demons, let's look for them." the fallen figures, Ji Chen, Yan Chixia, Zhiqiu Yiye and Shifang, as for Baiyun ha, still lie at home. After all, the poison in the body has not been solved.

With a chuckle, Purdue Cihang narrowed his eyes and glanced at the four people in the field, but his eyes turned to the sky. The disaster of Huajiao is coming, but there are uninvited guests.

Ji Chen smiled coldly, but her eyes were reluctant to give up. Once she destroyed each other, she would leave this world: "today is not your death, or I die."

Pudu Cihang looked like an old well without a wave: "I don't know how to live or die. In that case, I'll send you to the West."

The figure rising from the sky, at the next moment, a Buddha light shines on the earth like the scorching sun in the sky. The Dharma body of the great sun Tathagata was born in the sky, and the popular Sanskrit singing resounds through the world. With the help of its own dragon vein, the Sanskrit voice becomes more and more powerful.

Zhiqiu Yiye looked faint, but he almost fell in love with the Tao. If he were not a Taoist, he would be possessed by terror. He glanced at ten directions, but he glared at him.

"Bamihong"

The six character mantra, with endless mana rising into the sky, is more grand than the Sanskrit sound of the Tathagata Dharma body claiming life. At the moment, the ten sides are like the arhat Buddha, with a suffocating breath shining all over.

"Hmm?" with a deep doubt, the sun Tathagata Dharma body closed its hands, and the hot breath burst out, but it made the bottom of my heart cold.

"Lingxiao" drank softly, Ji Chen's eyes flashed, and the long Lingxiao sword in her hand flew out. The sharp sword was against the hot light. For a moment, the roaring sky came with a thunder in the sky.

The Tathagata raised his eyes to look at the thunder, and a different smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Amitabha."

The grand voice, with an incomparably compassionate and peaceful spirit, the falling thunder is slightly sluggish and seems to be about to dissipate.

"The reputation of Buddhism is so clear that you can't be presumptuous." Shifang monk's eyes were cold. When he came here, master Baiyun knew that it was the final war, but he used a secret method to break the Golden Buddha enshrined in the temple into Shifang's body and lead out the hidden power of arhat in his body.

At this moment, looking at Pudu Cihang's use of the Dharma body of the great sun Tathagata to cross the robbery, he is extremely angry. The demons will absorb the country's luck with the help of the Buddhist dharma, and their sin can not be forgiven.

"The Dharma is boundless"

The sinking words and raised palms turned into big handprints to cover the sky and lay them in the air.

"Presumptuous"

With a burst of drink, it was a little sharp. It was always a fake. Under the authentic Buddhist hand seal, Pudu Cihang could no longer protect the Dharma body of the great sun Tathagata. With a bang, it burst open in an instant.

The fallen demon looked ferociously at the ten sides, stepped out of the bully, and grabbed it with fierce claw strength towards the top of his head.

"Ha, we are still here. Heaven and earth are limitless, and heaven and earth borrow the law." Yan Chixia narrowed her eyes and cut down the key point of Pudu Cihang with a long sword. This move is not a meritorious move, but is willing to force her back from the Liao.

The "hateful" turned figure, several flashes, retreated directly towards the rear, and his slightly rotating eyes were like a poisonous snake staring at the people present.