Wu Daozi held his pen and painted wildly on the white wall in the building. In his pen, he rushed out of the painting wall, sang Zen and flew around An Lushan. He also drew countless immortals, driving cranes and dragons, and killed towards An Lushan.
The images of He Zhizhang, Qian Chen and Wang Wei are mixed in to protect their true bodies.
In these paintings, Bodhisattva immortals were slaughtered by An Lushan with a black iron demon sword. The sword is called Killing. It is a slightly inferior magic sword inheritance besides the Heavenly Demon Blood-turning Divine Sword. Under the Killing Sword, nothing cannot be killed. Wu Daozi's statue of gods and Buddhas may be a god in the eyes of other demons, but under the An Lushan Killing Sword, it is just a painting, and gods and Buddhas are constantly being killed and turned into ink traces and dispersed.
Seeing that the gods and Buddhas drawn could not intimidate people, Wu Daozi bit off the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of essence and blood in his heart.
His pen was stained with blood and depicted a hideous ghost king on the wall.
Wu Daozi used all his magic to vividly portray the ghost king. After painting, he also depicted other ghosts, gods, and city gods.
The Ghost King laughed, stepped down the wall and said, "We cannot enter the palace without an imperial edict, but we were anxious for you for a while. Fortunately, Wu Daoxuan is anxious!"
Qian Chen said: "Mr. Fu, buy me a stick of incense for me!"
Zhong Kui shouted loudly with dozens of ghosts and gods behind him, killing and hurting each other. Zhong Kui waved the big iron hook and fought side by side with He Zhizhang and others. His iron hook was coldly hooked, and An Lushan was very annoyed.
There were also Jiao Sui, Cui Zongzhi and others who showed their unique abilities. Although their magical powers were not as good as those of these Yin God cultivators, they also tried their best. At this time, except for Yang Guozhong and Gao Xianzhi, the demonic cultivator in Huaye Xianghui Tower, they had an awkward position, and the other Taoisms and Buddhas had already taken action.
The righteous path besieged An Lushan, and then forced An Lushan to produce more magic weapons. His eyes turned into two stone mirrors, which could emit the divine light of separation and reunion, trap the lock and block. His two ears turned into copper pull, and when they slapped, they made a harsh noise, breaking the purple cloud music notes that rushed to him.
His legs turned into spears and horse lances, but they were demonized and transformed into magic weapons. Driven by An Lushan, they turned into a one-horned poisonous dragon, flying all over the sky, stabbing everyone who attacked An Lushan.
His spine opened and turned into a broken flag. On the flag, there was a demon roaring to the sky. It slightly shook, causing the blood and energy of a creature within a hundred miles. If it weren't for Ziyun Qu's suppression, I was afraid that the banner would move, and the essence and blood of a creature within a hundred miles would be drained.
There is another indescribable point, which turned into a short demon-subduing pestle, but it caused the righteous monks who besieged An Lushan to avoid it.
Qian Chen turned his head and looked at the Buddhist monks who were stopped by him. He nodded slightly to Huiguo, and hundreds of monks sang together, making a chanting sound of the sutras in Huaye Xianghui Tower: "Namo Satata, Sugadoya, Alahadi, Samyaksambodhi, Satatata, Buddha Kotisseniha..."
"Namo Sapo, Bodbo, Sapora..."
In the Buddhist meditation singing, the infinite believers in Chang'an City were drawn into Qian Chen's body. His pure Taoist magic power was immediately infected by Buddhism. The powerful thought of saving invaded Qian Chen's Taoist heart. If it weren't for the Dao Dust Pearl to protect the soul, he wouldn't dare to commit suicide like this.
"The power of hundreds of Buddhist monks can suppress some of the demonic nature for me!"
Qian Chen gritted his teeth and sent the Heavenly Demon Relics into his body with his backhand. The red lotus of karma suddenly bloomed on him. Master Huiguo only glanced at Qian Chen's direction from the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes. Then the endless demonic nature surging backwards, making Master Huiguo think that he was saving some demons.
Under the impact of the demonic nature, the Buddha light of Master Huiguo and his disciples was immediately shaking.
At this time, Huiguo felt that the demonic nature was barely suppressed under a strong and powerful force of thunder.
"Master Huiguo... don't stop reciting scriptures!"
The sound of a young man came from the red lotus of Yehuo. The red lotus slowly bloomed. In the flying fire, one of the four arms and two heads, and spit out the golden wheel of the Yehuo red lotus pod. The two arms were the same as Qian Chen's original pair, and they were thrust on both sides of his body. The other two new arms, one holding the love sword, and the other summoned the Great Saint Lei Yin Qin, holding the belly of the piano.
Bathed in the karma fire, Qian Chen's two broken arms snapped, recovering some strength and could barely lift it up!
The two heads, one is Qian Chen's face, and the other is a young god and demon with red eyes, and there is infinite demonicity in their eyes.
With the help of the power of Buddhism, Qian Chen barely controlled part of the power of the demon body of the Supreme Heaven.
The body with two heads and four arms appears.
"Amitabha!" Hui Guo chanted the Buddha's name in a trembling voice. I wonder if he would continue to help the Taoist sect to siege An Lushan, or to suppress this seemingly more terrifying devil.
He said in a panic: "Do you have sealed the ancient demon gods suppressed in the sect in the body of his true disciples? Use this method to use the power of gods and demons?"
"It's nonsense...it's nonsense!"
He could only work harder to sing Buddha's light and Zen to resist the demonic nature in Qian Chen's heart.
"Three cups of snoring, but the five mountains are light. After the eyes are blurred, the ears are hot, and the spirit is bright and the spirit is bright."
Qian Chen chanted in a low voice, which was the secret code between him and Yan Shu.
If one moment he stopped reciting this song, then Yan Shu would remind He Zhizhang and others to suppress An Lushan and Qian Chen themselves backhandedly into the Jiuyou Rift, under the Chang'an Shendu Array.
Qian Chen used a new life right hand to hold the love sword. The power of the red lotus of the karma fire dyed the sword blade red. The faint blood color that had been refined and disappeared by Qian Chen re-dyeed the sword blade red, like a red lotus sword!
His other two arms, which had just healed and could not stand the attack, held the Great Saint Lei Yin Qin, and his new life's left hand was pressed on the piano.
Qian Chen walked towards An Lushan step by step.
The infinite light in the Great Vimalakirti sword of light was torn apart. He spat a mouthful of blood. The elegant poet Buddha staggered and fell to the ground after walking two steps. He hissed: "This person's body is too strong. I used the power of the Buddha to suppress the dark demonic nature in his bones, and delayed him by a stick of incense... Has the time been enough?"
Yan Shu turned around and yelled wildly: "Junior brother, have you enough time?"
One of them held the guqin with both hands, one hand holding the sword, and the other hand pressed the guitar slowly walked past him. When he saw the person clearly, his eyes were so scared that he yelled at He Zhizhang and others: "Enough time, withdraw quickly!"
Zhang Xu was beaten to vomit blood. While he vomited blood, he grabbed the wine pot and drank wildly. The blood and wine kept pouring out. I wonder if there were any of them that were vomiting out. The place where he wrote was full of blood marks. An Lushan's bone hammer had just rubbed half of his body, and now the bones on that half of his body had almost shattered.
Wu Daozi tried his best before pulling him out of the range where An Lushan was waving his three demon arms wildly.
Jiao Sui had already reached a point too close to An Lushan, but when he wanted to retreat, the killing sword drew an incredible magical arc, and in an instant, it wiped his neck. Jiao Sui stood there in a daze, waving Cui Zongzhi's sleeves, and he tried his best to roll him out of the formation.
He Zhizhang said sadly: "Brother Jiao..."
Jiao Sui opened his mouth, and his eloquence after being drunk was silent at this moment. His eyes were regretful, and a bloodline appeared under his neck, and then... his head fell.
Cui Zongzhi, Su Jin, Zhang Xu and others held back their tears and their grief was unstoppable.
Qian Chen picked up the string of the Great Saint's thunder sound. The true thunder pill prickly inside his head surged, and endless thunder lightning condensed on his fingertips. With this solicitation, it turned into a soundless divine thunder as vast as a thousand acres of thunder clouds, integrating all the power of the Ziyun Formation at this moment and hit An Lushan's chest.
The lightning was destroyed, and the black thunder wrapped around An Lushan, causing severe damage to the demonic nature in the demon bones.
An Lushan's body was also shocked by thunder, and under the power of the sky, it was difficult to move for a while.
But he was not worried, his face was dull. Although Qian Chen had figured out his weakness, An Lushan also made Qian Chen's background. His swordsmanship was indeed good, but his body was too weak, and his magic power was only determined to form pills. He could compete with Yin God by relying on magical powers.
But these powers are far from completely destroying the immortal golden body at the level of the soul.
Previously, Qian Chen was able to destroy half of his body by using dozens of Buddhist monks to mobilize the power of participating in the Buddha's bones to conflict with the demon body and disintegrate the immortal golden body from the inside.
But now, although Qian Chen is leading the Buddhist psychic power to infuse his body, if it were not for the monk who has been immersed in Buddhism for many years and is proficient in Buddhist psychic power, he would never be able to grasp the flaws of An Lushan's demonic body that he was wary of. In today's Chang'an, only the abbot of Qinglong Temple can do it.
It is definitely not something that a Huangkouru can do.
So when Qian Chen came to him, An Lushan could even calmly analyze that his sword would cut off one of his hands at most...
Qian Chen's hand playing the guitar slapped the guqin, and with a clanging sound, a splash of sword lights bloomed from the belly of the guitar. He held the handle of the knife that was playing the belly of the guitar with his back hand. Qian Chen tried hard to pull out a long sword from the Great Saint Thunder Sound. The sword light rose up, with infinite magic.
Qian Chen's young demon head with red eyes roared and slashed out a deeply demonic and incredible knife.
Liberation! Liberation! Liberation!
Qian Chen's infinite thought power in his body was like sentient beings, with layers of sounds roaring at the same time.
Great Liberation Demon Sword!
"I have no talent in Buddhism and I am above the principles of Buddhism. I am eager to do so, and it is indeed difficult for Buddhist methods to break your immortal golden body of the unity of Buddha and demons. But I have infinite talent in the way of demons, and can drive away the great liberation of the demon sword with the way of demons. With the magic sword created by a person with a profound realm, I will split the flaw of the unity of Buddha and demons!"
The sword light split the dark golden light of the unity of Buddha and demons, and the pure light and deep darkness were suddenly separated. At this moment, An Lushan's immortal demon body once again showed a fatal flaw.
The next moment, Qian Chen's lovely sword in his right hand suddenly swung out.
Chapter completed!