Wei Changkong's voice was sonorous and powerful, shaking the sky and reverberating throughout the entire world, containing an irresistible will.
Beside him, thirty-three spiritual swords exuded brilliant light, and the thirty-three sword realms were superimposed on each other, just like the legendary thirty-three heavens.
And Wei Changkong is the supreme master, commanding the wind and clouds and roaring the mountains and rivers.
"Invincible! Master Wei is invincible!"
"With such divine power, even the city lord may have to avoid the edge for a while!"
"Head of the Wei family has hidden himself too deeply. I never thought... that we still have such a strong person in Baidi City!"
Many monks present were amazed and amazed. They were really lucky to see such exquisite magical powers.
At this time, King Qing Jiao's expression was extremely gloomy and solemn.
It’s not that King Qingjiao is afraid!
Although Wei Changkong's Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Diagram is extremely mysterious, it is not completely without flaws.
If it was really a life and death battle, King Qing Jiao would exert all his strength and rely on the unrivaled demon king's arrogant physique to forcibly defeat these realms.
But then, he must reveal his true form as a dragon and his identity will be completely exposed.
As a demon king, if you sneak into a human city secretly, you will definitely be besieged by all the monks, and even the city lords of nearby cities will come over.
Unless it is absolutely necessary, King Qing Jiao does not want to bring matters to that level.
Seeing that King Qingjiao was silent, Wei Changkong's eyes sharpened, his Taoist robe was silent, and he shouted: "Evil thief, you are stubborn and unwilling to let Shaoling go, so don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"
As he said this, Wei Changkong stepped into the agang and fought, making sword skills with his hands.
The tips of the spiritual swords that were originally hovering around him were pointed at the Green Dragon King, their sharp edges clearly revealed.
"Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng!!!"
The sound of swords sounded one after another, endlessly, containing endless impassioned meaning, like a loud horn before the war started.
All the swords are clanging together, and the wind and clouds are changing color.
The sound of countless swordsmen gathered together was more heroic than the sound of thousands of troops collapsing.
The sound is loud, the elephant is invisible!
Suddenly, the sounds of everything in the world disappeared, leaving only the sound of these swords.
All the monks in the field were shaking uncontrollably. They could all feel that the magical power Wei Changkong was going to display next would definitely shake the world and frighten the gods and ghosts.
Just when the Green Dragon King was about to risk everything and show his true form as a dragon.
The ancestor of the pig people who had been silent before suddenly took a step forward, looked at the Green Dragon King and said with a sinister smile: "Jie Jie Jie... I didn't expect you to be deflated at some point, so let me do it!"
When the Green Dragon King saw this, he didn't show any force and took a few steps back, leaving the battlefield to the ancestor of the Bo people.
Now, the Ancestor of the Pig Man has taken over the body of the Demon Wolf King, and no one present can recognize his identity.
On the opposite side, Wei Changkong also felt that his opponent had changed, but there was no change in his expression.
From Wei Changkong's point of view, even if he could face a strong man of Baidi City Lord's level with his unique trick, how could he be afraid of a guy with unknown origins?
"Boom boom boom!"
The momentum in Wei Changkong's body suddenly increased, and his inner energy burned crazily, almost boiling.
The sword energy in the thirty-three spiritual swords were intertwined to form a giant sword energy.
If this sword is slashed out, it will kill gods and Buddhas, and all nine heavens and ten earths will be shaken.
A critical moment.
The ancestor of the pig people took out an open bell. It was small and exquisite, and seemed inconspicuous at first glance.
However, when the bell appeared, the temperature in the entire field seemed to drop to freezing point.
This kind of coldness is not physical, but comes from the bones and the depths of the soul.
Many monks only felt a chill spreading from their bones, almost freezing their souls.
“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”
Suddenly, the ancestor of the Bo people shook the bell violently, and the clear ringing sound lingered and spread in all directions.
Although the bell did not ring, it seemed to have a magical power that had a life of its own and penetrated directly into everyone's consciousness.
…
"what happened?!"
Many monks present felt that the scene in front of them had changed drastically, and they seemed to have fallen into the eighteenth level of hell.
Mountains of knives, sea of fire, oil pans, rocks...
All kinds of tortures were performed one after another, and all kinds of screams came and went.
Thousands of fierce ghosts were surrounded in all directions, with fierce eyes, as if they were about to pounce on each one.
But soon, the terrifying scene around him suddenly changed and turned into a gentle land.
There are clouds of beauties, beauties in pink, and the charming atmosphere is everywhere. Those beauties are wearing light clothes, with jade arms and pink legs, singing and dancing, and are sentimental.
With such a temptation, even the gods in heaven will be moved by it.
Just when these monks wanted to indulge in the gentle land, the scene changed again.
They felt that they were being put on dismemberment tables, with their limbs and necks strangled by ropes. The other ends of the ropes were wrapped around the legs of five sacred horses, and they were about to suffer the torture of being dismembered by five horses.
In a very short period of time, the illusion keeps changing.
Even those with a firm mind may not be able to withstand such changes, and their souls will be severely damaged invisibly.
Because there is a mysterious stone gate sitting in the Palace of Life, Ye Fan's soul is as solid as a rock, and he will almost never have inner demons, let alone be affected by external things.
From beginning to end, Ye Fan remained sane.
But except for him, almost everyone present fell into a fantasy, and Wei Changkong was no exception.
"Ancestor, what kind of magical power is this?" Ye Fan couldn't help but ask.
"Master, the sound produced by this bell is called the soul-binding magic sound. It is an ancient magic sound technique. It is a combination of sonic attack and spiritual attack. The two perfectly fit together. Once released, the enemy can be trapped in an illusion in an instant.
Among them, it seizes souls and souls, and kills people invisible!"
"I found this bell in an ancient ruins. It took me a hundred years to practice this magic! Looking at the ruins, the only one who can compete with this soul-binding magic sound is Prajna Temple.
'Buddha's Mantra'!"
"Buddha's mantra? What is that?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
"That is the untold secret of Prajna Temple. Only the eminent monks with the strongest Buddha nature can understand it. It carries the endless power of faith and is in line with the way of heaven! As soon as the Buddha speaks the true words, he will follow the law and tell you to die.
, if I tell you to die, you will die, which is extremely terrifying!"
"It is rumored that the founder of Prajna Temple has cultivated the Buddha's mantra to the highest level. A loud shout is enough to open the door to the Paradise of Paradise in the West, directly attain enlightenment and become a Buddha, and he will be immortal for all eternity!"
"The Buddha Kassapa in Prajna Temple now practices 'closed-mouthed Zen'. I wonder if he will be able to speak the truth when he opens his mouth!"