Shura shouted loudly, causing countless blood and energy to surging rapidly in the blood patterns, gathering behind him, more and more densely.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge figure and sat cross-legged in the air. It was impossible to see clearly, but it could hear the sound of chanting scriptures.

At this moment, not only Zhao Ming was shocked, but even the bitter monk's face changed drastically.

Zhaoming looked carefully and couldn't believe that this figure was exactly the same as what he saw in the illusion of Pure World Mantra. The difference was that the figure in the illusion released golden light, while the figure behind Shura released red blood light, which made people's mind beat wildly.

"ah!"

Shura shouted again, and the blood light around the figure became denser, making the sky darker and showed his face. He was a terrifying blood Buddha, but his facial features were exactly the same as Shura.

The figure in the Pure World Mantra is solemn and awe-inspiring. However, the figure behind Shura is full of tyrannical murderous aura, with a solemn and fierce face.

Soon, the sea of ​​blood was surging again, and the aura was soaring into the sky. The Blood Buddha sat cross-legged on the sea of ​​blood, causing the blood and energy to rush, and the red sea tumbling.

The sound of chanting scriptures resounds throughout the world. The same scriptures are like the sound of the laws of heaven in the mouth of the suffering monk, but when it comes to the mouth of the blood Buddha, they become ghosts and wolves howling, as if countless resentful souls are screaming shrillly.

"Hahaha!"

Shura laughed loudly, and then saw the Blood Buddha opening his eyes, full of fierce light, and his face was filled with a captivating evil smile, which was extremely strange.

"Hahaha!"

There was another burst of laughter. This time it was not Shura's birth, but the blood Buddha laughing. The laughter resounded throughout the world, like thunder exploding. Then there was another burst of ghosts and wolves howling, and countless strange energy bodies appeared out of thin air and rushed over from all directions.

"This is..." Everyone was shocked, and King Shangyang couldn't help but shout.

Every energy body dances with hands and feet. At the same time, screams wildly, as if suffering countless tortures in purgatory.

Could this be the legendary soul? At this moment, Zhao Ming had a strange thought. The so-called soul is a kind of rumor even in the world of cultivation, but no one can explain it clearly, because almost no one has seen this thing in the true sense.

But at this moment, because of this Blood Buddha, the soul that is difficult to determine in legend seems to have truly appeared in front of everyone.

"Hahaha!"

I heard a burst of laughter again, and the Blood Buddha took a big hand and grabbed a large number of energy bodies that might be the soul in the void.

A more intense sound of ghosts and wolves howling sounded, but the Blood Buddha was unmoved, and he opened his mouth with a big mouth, which actually stuffed all the energy bodies in his hand into his mouth.

The corners of his mouth were squirming, as if it was creaking. The Blood Buddha was actually eating these energy bodies that might be the soul. The chewing speed was not fast, but it also seemed even more terrifying and made people feel shivered. With the creaking sounds, the soul in his mouth was swallowed completely.

After eating, he stretched out a blood-red tongue and licked his lips, with a wicked smile on his face, as if he was still unfulfilled.

"Haha, bald, this is what you call the mantra of purifying the world. I told you not to do something meaningless, but you don't believe it. After all, I still have to thank you for letting me learn such supernatural powers."

Shura smiled at the sky. The blood Buddha behind him also had ordinary movements, which were extremely strange.

Zhaoming frowned slightly. He could feel that this Blood Buddha was very extraordinary. He could swallow things that might be the soul. Once used in combat, it would have an unimaginable effect. Especially for such a battlefield, if this thing is sacrificed, it would easily make the morale of the hostile side disappear.

It seems like a good thing to understand the supernatural powers, but Zhaoming's heart is covered with a layer of haze, and he always feels that something is wrong.

"Good, good!"

At this time, the monk also came to his senses and lowered his eyebrows and recited them with a look of pain.

"The donor can understand such supernatural powers from the Pure World Mantra, which shows that he has a connection with my Buddha. If the evil Buddha of blood appears in the world, if he does not control it, he will definitely hurt others and yourself. People in Buddhism do not lie, and they will definitely no longer be entangled in the future. I hope the donor will do it himself!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

After reciting, the bitter monk turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the eyes of everyone.

Looking at the back of the monk, Zhaoming felt mixed emotions. His intuition told him that the monk did not have any malice, otherwise he would not have to spend so much effort with his Immortal King realm.

Moreover, when I recalled the illusion caused by the Pure World Mantra, I was almost addicted to it. The last moment of the wake-up call should have been done by the suffering monk.

Once the illusion is broken, it is very easy to cause backlash, especially if the caster himself forcibly cracks it. The bitter monk did not crack it himself, nor did he, Shura and Shangyang King, but the illusion seen by the entire 100,000 Qinghuo Island army here.

The backlash caused by tens of thousands of illusions is so terrifying. Even the strength of the Ku Monk is so powerful that his spirit is greatly damaged. A person who does this kind of thing without hesitation to harm his body should have no evil thoughts in his heart, otherwise he would not have such courage.

At this moment, he really wanted to chase after him and ask clearly, but he still didn't take action.

"Hmph, I'm nagging, do you think I'm so easy to cheat?" Shura snorted a few times, and withdrew his supernatural powers, the blood Buddha behind him gradually disappeared.

King Shangyang didn't say anything, frowned and seemed to be still thinking.

Zhaoming stepped forward to pay homage to him: "I have met King Shangyang."

King Shang Yang suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly helped Zhaoming up: "No need to be polite."

"Brother, why are you here?" Shura said happily.

Looking at Shura's appearance, Zhaoming felt an indescribable contradiction in his heart, and he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to ask him to come to Qinghuo Island.

This place should be more suitable for him than Chigang, so Shura's mentality seems to be far better than Chigang. However, it has only been less than a year since he left, but he has become like this. Zhaoming does not think it is a good thing.

Sighing, Zhaoming replied, "It's hard to say, I've left Chigang."

"Have you left Chigang? Don't go back?" Shura was stunned.

Zhaoming nodded: "Yes, I won't go back."

"Okay!" Shura was overjoyed: "If you don't go back, come to Qinghuo Island. Brothers join forces to create a new world for the demon clan."

Zhaoming smiled without commenting, and suddenly remembered the fairy woman in his heart, and didn't know where she would be at this moment.

"It's good to leave, that place is not suitable for you!" King Shangyang nodded and said, then loudly ordered to the surrounding army: "Everyone, we're back to Qinghuo Island."

Then he used his true energy to sweep everyone to Qinghuo Island.

On an isolated island 200,000 miles west of the island. This island is very small in size, and you can see the entire island around it by flying above the island. However, the island is densely filled with jungles and many monsters are crying.

Deep in the isolated island, a bald man sat cross-legged and slowly adjusted his breathing. The coarse cloth clothes on his body were stained with blood, and a green bamboo pole was inserted beside him. It was the bitter monk.

A slight golden light appeared all over my body, and the energized energy of heaven and earth attracted a large number of monsters. These monsters who usually fight for life and death when they meet, seem to have forgotten their hatred and lie on the ground and slowly approach.

When they were only ten meters away from the Suffering Monk, all the monsters crawled on the ground, as if worshipping.

If someone else saw the scene in front of him, he would be extremely surprised. This is not a monster known for his cruelty and irrationality. His look of awe-inspiring look was probably the most devout believer.

After a long time, the monk opened his eyes. A snake-necked monster stretched his head over, as if he wanted to please something. This was a monster in the Taiyi Jinxian realm, but at this moment he was even more docile than a sheep.

The monk stretched out his hand and touched the head of the snake-necked monster, looking bitter. After a moment, he didn't know what he remembered and sighed slightly.

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded: "What a sigh! Even monsters can be transformed, and one day you will definitely be able to influence that little boy."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure walked out of nowhere, wearing a torn dress, with long hair, dirty, wrapped in many things that seemed to be mixed with mud and grease, becoming hard and straight, like a porcupine.

As soon as this person appeared, all the monsters became cautious and looked cautious.

The visitor looked at the monsters around him and said with a smile: "Yoyo, there are so many varieties, and the taste should be good."

"Good, good! It turns out that the Heavenly Lord is here!" The bitter monk clasped his hands together.

After hearing this, the visitor frowned and said in great discomfort: "Damn it, why do I feel that others are teasing me every time I hear the word "Tianzun"?

"Do whatever you think, you are free and easy, so why bother with what others think?" said the bitter monk slowly.

"Stop!" The visitor immediately waved his hand: "You are good at everything, just talkative. You can throw the three-foot sword into Lianfeng as you said. I don't want to die."

This movement was quite big. The snake-necked monster was already nervous and was frightened. He actually reached out his head towards the man like a porcupine.

"Bang!"

The person who came casually slapped the snake-neck monster in the face and screamed. The snake-neck monster's huge body turned into a meteor and disappeared into the sky.

"I dare to bite me, I really don't know how to live or die. If this bald man hadn't been here, I would have been verbose. I would have made you into 108 ways to eat it."

With a mutter, the person who came sat cross-legged in front of the monk, took out a gourd, poured it into his mouth a few times, wiped his mouth and said to the monk: "I want to trouble you with something, I hope you can agree."

The monk laughed bitterly: "I really dare not respond to what the Heavenly Lord has entrusted."

The man laughed dryly: "That... I did have something wrong with the past. I lied to you to cause so many causes and effects. But this time I won't. I really want to tell you: Find a place to live in seclusion, don't come out and get involved."

"Good, good!" The suffering monk lowered his head and recited: "If cause and effect cannot be eliminated, there will be retribution in the end. Where can the world hide in such a great way?"

The visitor sighed, changed his previous joking look and said seriously: "I want to use cause and effect to eliminate cause and effect, there is no precedent. This is really undesirable for you."

"If you continue to do this..." He took a sip of wine and sighed.
Chapter completed!