Facing Jiang Fan's thunder blow, the Golden Buddha clasped his hands together, and a dazzling golden demonic light shot out.
However, with one blow, the golden demonic light collapsed immediately.
Taiyi's fly whisk whipped on the Golden Buddha. Under the powerful force, the Golden Buddha's Dharma Body was instantly covered with cracks and flew back, smashing into the main hall and hovering in mid-air.
The people outside were shocked when they saw this golden Buddha appearing.
"It's Buddha!"
"Buddha bless you!!"
Ordinary people are blind and have difficulty distinguishing between true and false, and are easily confused by appearances. They think it is the real Buddha who has come, and they all kneel down and kowtow.
"That's not right. Why are there cracks on Buddha's golden body?"
"What happened?"
When everyone was confused, Jiang Fan flew out of the hall, hovered in mid-air, and looked at the golden Buddha that was constantly shedding gold paint.
"Monster, why don't you show your true colors soon?"
The body of the golden Buddha was full of cracks, the gold paint kept falling off, and the evil spirit became more and more intense. Now that the matter had come to this, Pudu Cihang knew that he could not hide it anymore, so he said coldly: "The world likes to worship idols, why do you want to go against the world?
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"It is precisely because of the blind worship of the mortal eyes of the world that an evil beast like you is allowed to take advantage of it. With my Fahai here, I will never let you ruin your life."
Jiang Fan looked at the golden Buddha in mid-air, not at all confused by its appearance. The sound was like a yellow bell and a big bell, shocking people's hearts.
If it were any other practitioner, even if he knew that he was a fake Buddha, he would still feel awe in his heart.
Once fear arises and a magical power is deployed, it is estimated that only 70% of the power can be exerted.
Because of this, Pudu Cihang worked hard to create this false body of the Tathagata with supreme demonic power.
But unfortunately, this move did not have much effect on Jiang Fan.
He is a time traveler and has no reverence for Buddha.
If there is a Tathagata in the heart, that is the Tathagata.
Jiang Fan has the cultivation and state of mind of Fahai. Buddha and I are one, I am the Buddha, and the Buddha is me.
Let alone a false Buddha, even if the Tathagata really does evil, he will still kill him!
"If you don't follow my bright lights, you will only die!"
The golden giant Buddha transformed by Pudu Cihang shot out a golden light from between its eyebrows and shot toward Jiang Fan.
"Such spells can still hold up, the mighty heavenly dragon, the world-honored Ksitigarbha, the great Luo mantra, and Prajna Bamacu!"
Jiang Fan put away the Tianqing Zen staff and formed a seal with one hand. The dust threads of Taiyi's whisk stood solemnly, like a long sword chopping on the golden light.
When the golden light was broken, dust threads extending hundreds of meters struck the golden Tathagata fiercely.
With a "click" sound, the golden Buddha split into two halves, and golden blood flowed like raindrops, dripping onto the streets and houses.
"Buddha...was killed?!"
"Gudu! This monk is too cruel!"
"That's not a Buddha at all, that's a fake Buddha transformed by an evildoer."
"The master is really powerful and has boundless magical power!"
The demon transformed the Buddha, and the monk killed the Tathagata.
The people in Chang'an City had never seen such a magnificent scene before. Everyone was stunned, and many people were covered in demon blood.
Several practitioners standing outside the palace escorting him all looked at the young "divine monk" in white clothes like snow with horror.
As practitioners, they understand better than ordinary people what it means to dare to wave a sword to the Buddha.
Especially since the other party himself is a disciple of Buddhism.
Even the Tathagata's false body has natural suppressive power over Buddhist practitioners.
Ordinary people in Buddhism fear the Tathagata in their hearts, so even if they know it is false, they will not be able to do what they want.
But the monk who calls himself "Fahai" cuts down the Tathagata without any burden. Doesn't it mean that he has no Buddha in his heart?
Such a transcendent state of mind is beyond their reach.
At this moment, the false body was broken, Pudu Cihang revealed his real body, and the boundless and terrifying demonic energy completely erupted.
The people below only saw that after the Golden Buddha was chopped into pieces by Jiang Fan, within a few words, the ground suddenly shook, cracks appeared on the ground, the streets became bumpy, and countless houses collapsed, just like an earthquake.
"No, that monster went underground!"
"Take Your Majesty away quickly."
A practitioner shouted.
Jiang Fan stood in mid-air, scanning the ground with his clairvoyant eyes, piercing through the strata, and saw a huge centipede speeding through the underground.
If left unchecked, the casualties would be extremely heavy.
Without hesitation, Jiang Fan flew headfirst down, swiping the Taiyi whisk in his hand, and the white whisk instantly extended rapidly, piercing through more than ten meters of ground and wrapping around the centipede's body several times.
"Ascend!"
The whisk tied up the upper half of the centipede's body. When the whisk was stretched straight, Jiang Fan stabilized his body, used the force of moving mountains, and lifted the centipede out of the ground.
"Boom!"
The giant monster was unearthed, which was shocking.
Under the night sky, amid fireworks blooming, Jiang Fan, dressed in white, flew into the sky, with a fly whisk extending hundreds of meters in his hand, dragging a huge ten thousand-footed centipede into the sky.
At this time, the panicked people of Chang'an City saw Pudu Cihang's true face clearly.
It was a huge centipede, with a body as long as several streets. Its whole body was covered with black carapace, covered with sharp thorns, and its mouthparts were extremely hideous. It was as terrifying as a demon crawling out of purgatory.
Even the practitioners in the palace couldn't help but shudder at this time.
They never imagined that the majestic national master was actually a centipede spirit.
I can't help but feel chills running down my back when I think of sitting and discussing Taoism with Pudu Cihang, chatting and laughing happily.
What they were talking about was true, and the other party was probably thinking about when he would eat them!
Li Longji looked pale.
Pudu Cihang was his personal Imperial Master, but he was actually a monster.
He has lived with this monster for a long time, and he feels that he can't accept it!
"Do you think you can kill me like this? If you don't do my good deeds, I will go on a killing spree. As long as I swallow this city full of blood, I can still transform into a dragon and ascend to heaven."
The giant centipede hovered over Chang'an City. During the change, it broke free from the shackles of Taiyi's fly whisk. Its huge body swam in mid-air, crawling into the air with its feet, making a creaking sound. There were two horns on its head, which looked like
Extremely vicious.
The moment the words came out, Pudu Cihang opened his mouth and rushed towards the crowd below.
Not to mention anything else, with Pudu Cihang's current size, once he lands on the ground, it will be a disaster for ordinary people.
"Going against the will of heaven will lead to death, but you still want to transform into a dragon? I'll accept you, cassock!"
Jiang Fan made up a magic formula, and the holy cassock on his body was able to catch the wind, and it covered dozens of blocks in an instant.
Above the cassock, the Buddha's light shines brightly, like a solid city wall, resisting the impact of Pudu Cihang.
"Prajna Pramakong!"
"Prajna Pramakong!"
Jiang Fan chanted the scriptures, and the holy cassock was still expanding, bringing with it a power to subjugate demons, which made Pudu Cihang feel greatly suppressed.
Knowing that the monks in front of him were difficult to defeat, Pudu Cihang immediately turned around and tried to escape.
"Thinking about my cassock is not that easy, Prajna Bama Kong!"
Jiang Fan was bare-chested, revealing the mighty dragon tattoo on his body. He was full of social atmosphere. While flying on his cassock, he chanted mantras and controlled the four sides of the cassock to flip upwards to the sky. The surging mana was like a dragnet that began to shrink.
Pudu Cihang was like a frightened bird at this moment. Looking at the rolled-up cassock, he immediately flew towards the sky.
"The mighty heavenly dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Bama Kong! The flying dragon is in the sky! Go!"