Chen Hao felt a sense of doubt. Logically speaking, he had already obtained the inheritance of the Buddha Land before and should be able to control the Tianxuan Baozhu freely, but now he has been turned away several times. Could it be that the inheritance before is not complete, or his cultivation is too low to be recognized by this Buddhist treasure?

Everything was confusing. He repeatedly pondered in his heart, listing several possibilities, but he still couldn't guess it. He could only shake his head and put this thought behind his head for a moment. A solemn look appeared on his face. In addition to calling out tirelessly, his whole body's energy was also surging towards his pupils. Two golden flames swayed in his eyes, and his energy was breathing like a sword. The divine light of the spiritual eyes was ready to shoot out at any time, tearing through the sky, and fighting to the death.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the spiritual platform, and a look of relief suddenly appeared on his face. The purple phantom possessed him eagerly looked forward, but he saw a golden mist flowing out of the Buddhist beads in front of him, which instantly changed into an old monk wearing a cassock. He was holding a snow-white crystal sword in his hand, and a small golden rune light flowed in his sleeve, with layers of voids hidden inside.

The old monk's eyes flashed, and he slowly chanted the Buddha's name, "The road to achieving the fruit of Buddhism is full of obstacles. It takes many hardships to see the true nature. I have already vowed to be the guardian of the Dharma on this road. This donor's disaster is a long time ago, but it is a long time since he was late and he has committed a sin."

Chen Hao's eyes flashed, he nodded heavily, and said hurriedly: "It's not too late for the master to come. Su Wen Buddhism has the magical power of subduing demons. The outside of the ghosts and blood demons are all transformed by evil and filthy things. He is about to use your means to get out of the crisis."

"Good, it is my Buddhist responsibility to pass the devil. I will go out now." Zangkong looked solemn, and a faint golden light was emitted all over his body, like a solemn Buddha with a solemn appearance. His figure flashed, and disappeared into the spiritual platform like a light smoke and appeared outside his body.

A little golden light suddenly appeared in the air, stabbing the blood demons around him covering their eyes, and a shrill roar was emitted from their mouths. The golden light suddenly exploded, condensing and showing an old monk who was kind-eyed and kind.

He recited Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and his body was shining brightly, like a tomorrow, burning the black fog around him surging. A four-armed blood demon who had already walked in front of him screamed, and was swept by countless golden lights. He staggered back, his body was burned to a sizzling sound, and his skin exploded, looking hideous and terrifying.

The surrounding blood demons howled together, looking at the golden phantoms in the air, some of them were flickering with fear in their eyes and stopped moving forward, while others became even more crazy. A blood demon bent down and hit the ground with a heavy fist. He smashed it and took out a bluestone as big as a millstone, and threw it forward fiercely.

Master Zangkong's face condensed, and a white light in his hand greeted the bluestone. With a slight sound, he cut it into two pieces. The light flew back again. The former's sleeves flicked, and the white light inserted in front of Chen Hao with a clang. The tail was still swaying.

He pondered and said, "This sword has been returned to its original source by me. It is sharp enough to break the body of these blood demons. You can protect yourself with it so that these blood demons will take advantage of the gap to siege. If possible, it can help me."

Chen Hao nodded slightly, stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and the slightest coolness was removed. When he lifted it up, it was as heavy as a tremendous amount. He felt a tremendous stern in his heart, and he secretly wondered whether the sword had been engraved with a seal or the strangeness of the material that cast it was activated by the mage?

It seems that the magical weapons made by refining thousands of furnaces, collecting the essence of black iron, collecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and drinking boiling blood are indeed extraordinary, he murmured to himself.

Chen Hao shouted softly, exerted seven or eight points of force in his hand, and pulled out the sword with a "swish" sound. The snow-white sword body was simple and unpretentious, faintly illuminating a pair of clear and magical eyes. He danced a sword flower, stirring the black fog endlessly. The tip of the sword had a faint white light like a snake's letter, hanging on the ground, cutting out uneven mottled marks.

Suddenly, a shiny light flashed in his eyes, and the tip of the sword stabbed hard in one direction, but with a puff sound, accompanied by a shrill roar, a thick dark curtain was torn apart, revealing a tall blood demon figure inside. One of its arms was surging blood, and the wound passed through the bones, obviously suffering heavy injuries.

This sword was so lively! Chen Hao was amazed in his heart. He didn't feel any abnormal movements ahead just now. The sword in his hand made a soft whisper, which made him feel alert and rushed forward. Unexpectedly, there was a blood demon lurking in the black fog.

He was also surprised by the sharpness of the Yuekong Sword. The four-armed blood demons were as steel as iron. They just touched each other, but they were like rags. In view of this, he felt very calm and made a few moves of swords to force the blood demon in front of him back. He retreated to Master Zangkong, his face was solemn, like a guardian Vajra, looking at the other party showing his power.

The sound of Master Zangkong's chanting scriptures became louder and louder, gradually like a bell and drum roaring, shaking the entire space slightly trembled. Syllables turned into virtual and real, forming countless golden characters, condensed into a bright river in the air, rushing towards the blood demons around.

The four-armed blood demon roared and retreated continuously. Some even bent down, used their limbs together, and ran around and fled, but they could not get as fast as the golden characters. In an instant, they were flooded by the surging waves, and thick smoke came out of their bodies, which gradually melted like wax figures leaning against the fire. Some quickly waved their four thick arms to try to struggle, but their bodies raised their heads slightly in the golden river, and then they were re-swepted into the water by a huge wave.

The howling gradually subsided, and Chen Hao was so angry that he could not breathe a breath of turbid air, but the golden river had not dissipated for a long time. He turned around in confusion, but saw that Master Zangkong was still solemn, and his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the crisis had not been resolved at this time?

The golden characters in the sky were dazzling. Suddenly, bursts of exploding sounds came from the air. The surging river was shattered, and waves were shaking, and a thundering waves were shaking the light curtain like a mountain, whistling towards all directions.

Chen Hao's heart stormed, his whole body was covered in bronze. He was ready to take the erosion of this momentum, but he could only hear a buzzing sound, and in an instant he had ten thousand pounds of force. His feet sank, sinking into the ground more than half a foot deep, and his internal organs were aching faintly, as if they would burst out in the next moment.

Master Zangkong stroked in the air with one hand, and the golden light at his fingertips woven into a complex and complicated rune, which hit Chen Hao quickly and turned into a golden light curtain, and the pressure around him was immediately cleared.

"What foreign object?" Chen Hao jumped gently from pulling his feet out of the ground. His face looked ugly, his heart was in amazement and suspicion. He stared at the dazzling river ahead without turning his eyes, secretly guessing what kind of demon was about to be born inside.

But I saw the waves rolling, and the golden river "puff" sound was like being cut into two sections by a shocking blow. One was about ten feet high, wearing a black robe, and stepped on the waves until it was suspended in the air.

The black robe was very wide, and the windless danced, covering the figure's head. The face was pitch black and it was not clear. Only two eyes emitting a faint red light were seen, flickering like a red lantern, with a rainbow of momentum, piercing into the depths of people's souls.

Chen Hao felt a chill from the depths of the bottom of his spine, and his heart was shocked, and an incredible guess emerged. Could it be that the blood demons just now had already condensed together to form such a giant?

He clenched the hilt of the sword held in his hand, turned around and cast an inquiring look at Master Zangkong. The latter stretched out his right palm and moved his fingertips lightly. The golden river roared and condensed again in his palm, forming a dazzling spot of light, as if holding a bright star.

Master Zangkong pondered and looked solemn, "I didn't expect that in addition to the previous evil things, you actually hid a Dharma body in his flesh and blood. He was very willing to do so, so why don't you be afraid that I will leave no room for action and destroy it?"

The giant in black robe let out a strange smile, and a pair of red eyes snorted out about a ft. He snorted coldly, "It turns out it is an ancient treasure spirit. No wonder some methods can actually suppress the eighteen blood demons. But my Dharma body has been revealed, and no matter how much you do, you will have to regret it!"

"Good, good, it seems that you have deep roots in the demons. You can only use great magic power and great supernatural powers to cleanse your mind and enlightenment. My Buddha's compassion does not want to start a killing spree. If you look back now, it is still time." Master Zangkong silently recited the Buddha's name, and his eyes were shimmering.

The giant black-robed chuckled, "Let's turn around? You bald man are so arrogant. I have been stained with thousands of blood in my hands. I have been devoted to the devil's path. Otherwise, how could I achieve the soul and Dharma body? How could I turn around? If you want me to turn around, then I will kill you and the boy behind you first, and then consider turning back."

"The Dharma Body of the Yuanshen?" Chen Hao's heart was shaking. Could it be that the person in front of him was actually a Yuanshen cultivator? Could it be that the magic power who planned in the martial arts hall?

His expression changed, and the Yuekong Sword in his hand shook light sounds.

Master Zangkong's eyes were deep and sighed, "Since you are stubborn, it's no wonder that I'm ruthless. If your master soul comes, it might make me afraid, but now you are just the incarnation of the second master spirit. But with half the power of the master soul, how many storms can it cause?"
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