Chapter 2276

In the Holy King's eyes, the monk was already dead. He stood in front of the dead monk and laughed proudly.

However, in the outside world, in everyone's eyes, this incomplete world had become complete because of the monk's death.

The Holy King was already trapped, and his emotions seemed to be affected by that world, becoming very unstable.

He laughed at times with a ferocious expression, sometimes with grief, and sometimes with peace.

"It can even trap a Saint King. No wonder the Six Syllables Mantra is one of the few p; wán róba, ∞ ¢★ → p;.

Zi Chen's expression also changed. This six-syllable mantra was indeed extraordinary. In some ways, it was even stronger than his Sword Drawing Technique.

As for whether the monk would die or not, no one would even consider this question. Compared to the others, this greedy monk was also the most afraid of death.

Don't be fooled by what he said, saying that he was willing to enter hell and so on, that was purely for the sake of the cultivation technique. How could he be so kind?

Standing outside the world, they could not see what was happening in that world, but they could feel that it had become more dangerous.

This was because the Holy King's defense was dissipating at a relatively fast speed.

To be able to break the Holy King's defense, it was clear how strong the danger was in that peaceful world.

"The people of the Buddhist Sect all have benevolence in their hearts, but the cultivation techniques they create are all extremely powerful.

Is this really merciful? "Su Mengyao, who was standing beside Zi Chen, muttered.

"Can't you see it from the monk?

Their so-called mercy is only the mercy in their hearts.

As for Buddhist cultivation techniques, they are all used to subdue demons, so they are naturally very powerful.

But who is the real demon?

Only they know in their hearts. "

If he says you're a demon, then you're a demon. Even if you're not, you still have to be.

Buddha and demon were all in a single thought and a single word.

The Holy King's defense shattered, and the Buddhist light swept past his body. A bloody wound appeared on the Holy King's body, and Holy blood splattered everywhere.

A Saint had actually injured the Holy King!

The monk's figure could no longer be seen, as if he had really died.

In the world, the Holy King's expression became more and more ferocious. The aura around him began to become violent, like angry waves that began to sweep out.

"Pu!

Pu!

Poof! "

Rays of light cut through the energy and cut open the Saint's body, causing bloody wounds to appear.

The power of the Mantra was contained within the bloodstains. This power seemed to have a soul and was constantly eroding the Saint King's body and will.

"Ah!"

The Holy King roared furiously, his black hair fluttering in the wind. His Holy King Qi exploded out like a raging sea, forming an indiscriminate energy attack that scattered in all directions.

As this energy surged wildly, the world in front of him began to tremble and distort.

"Powerful, truly too powerful.

He actually forced the Saint King to use such a barbaric and costly method to escape! "Xing Chen exclaimed as he looked at the battlefield.

Although Bright Moon and Brilliant didn't open their mouths, the astonishment in their eyes showed that they weren't calm at all.

Boom!

The spreading energy filled the entire world. When it reached a certain limit, the world exploded with a loud boom.

All the illusions around him disappeared, and the Holy King stood in the void. The wounds on his body were real, and Saint blood was dripping from them.

With his hair disheveled and looking at the wounds on his body, the Holy King was in a sorry state. Anger began to burn in his heart.

He was beaten to such a state by a mere Saint in front of so many people. This was too embarrassing.

He slowly turned his head and looked in front of him, where the monk's figure appeared. He looked at the monk and said word by word, "You. Must. Die!"

"Amitabha!"

The monk's response was merely a Buddhist chant. Then, with a dignified appearance, six light wheels appeared behind him.

"The power of the Mantra is useless against me!" The Holy King said coldly.

His reminder was obviously unnecessary. The monk didn't use the power of the Mantra this time.

Behind the light wheels, a tall illusory figure appeared.

This figure was sitting cross-legged, but it was so tall that everyone had to look up at it.

Around the monk, pure Buddhist power was flowing rapidly. The tall Buddha figure behind him quickly appeared.

Finally, the monk's expression became clear. He had a big belly and was grinning like a Maitreya Buddha.

He looked exactly like the monk, but his face was more benevolent than the monk's.

"Buddha Dharma Body!"

Seeing the tall Maitreya Buddha behind him, Xing Chen was shocked and exclaimed, "It's the Buddha Dharma Body. This monk can even condense such a Dharma Body."

At this moment, everyone was looking at the tall Buddha statue in shock. As for the monk's body, it was completely ignored.

He was tall, like the ruler of heaven and earth, like a Buddha.

He was smiling, and his smile was very benevolent. He lowered his head and looked at the Holy King with pity. He said, "Buddha, demon!

Are you a Buddha or a demon? "

Sensing danger, the Holy King's power surged. He looked at the other party cautiously and didn't answer.

He wasn't a Buddha or a demon. He was the Holy King!

The Holy King that everyone in the world looked up to!

"You're not a Buddha. You're a demon. Do you want to turn back into a demon and become a Buddha?" The tall Buddha spoke again.

The Holy King still didn't answer. He began to mobilize the power around him. After suffering a loss previously, he felt that it was inappropriate to answer. It was best not to answer.

"Demons can't walk in the human world. I'll help you become a Buddha!

Amitabha! "

As soon as he finished speaking, the Buddha stretched out his hand. The void was shrouded in golden light. He slammed his palm down.

This palm had an unimaginably terrifying power. It wasn't helping a person become a Buddha. It was helping a person to go to heaven.

"Ha!"

The Holy King roared and rushed forward. He clenched his fists and punched towards the sky.

"Boom!"

The surging power of the Holy King surrounded his body. With one strike, the palm print shattered.

However, the Holy King's body fell to the ground.

"Your obsession is too deep. You've become a demon too deeply.

Demons can't walk in the human world! "

The Buddha spoke again. His voice was still benevolent. Then, he slammed his palm down again.

This time, there was a swastika rune on the palm print. The rune flashed and carried an even stronger aura.

A long saber appeared in the Holy King's hand. He held the long saber in his hand and slashed at the rune.

"Bang!"

The long saber slashed at the rune and there was a loud explosion. A strong force was transmitted. The long saber exploded and the palm print came crashing down.

The Holy King's body was hit. As the palm print came crashing down, it was as if it wanted to send the demon back to hell.

Such a scene was completely unexpected. The Saints in the distance were shocked speechless.

Who would have thought that a Holy King would be completely suppressed by a Saint right from the start?

Moreover, judging from the current battle, the Buddha seemed to be fighting for justice. He was forcefully subduing the demon.

However, the root of the matter was that they were here to snatch resources. They belonged to the evil side.

At the very least, this kind of battle had nothing to do with demons.

At this moment, whether it was Zi Chen, Xing Chen, or the others, they completely understood what was in the Buddha's eye.

In their eyes, there were only two kinds of people. One was a Buddha, and the other was a demon.

You had to be whatever the Buddha said you were.

Today, both sides were friends. Naturally, they were Buddhas.

If they were enemies, they would be demons.

Zi Chen had a deep understanding of this.

The Devil Ape was the same. He remembered the first time he met the monk. The monk said that the Devil Ape was a great demon and had to be brought back to be suppressed. In fact, he wanted to keep the Devil Ape as a pet.

"Boom!"

The palm print exploded in the process of descending. The Holy King's body went against the heavens again.

"Spirit Destruction Seal!"

As he soared into the sky, the battered Holy King started to form seals with his hands. A huge spiritual seal appeared in the void and went straight for the Buddha.

"Stubborn!

Demon Subduing Seal! "

A Buddhist light seal appeared in front of the Buddha. There was still a swastika on the seal. As soon as the seal appeared, it went down and collided with the Spirit Destruction Seal.

"Boom!"

In the void, the two seals exploded and turned into terrifying energy that scattered in all directions.

The Holy King took advantage of the momentum and went up again. The seals in his hands changed again. "Spirit Destruction Seal, Second Style!"

Another spiritual seal appeared. This spiritual seal became more condensed and powerful as it went towards the Buddha.

"Amitabha!

Demon Subduing Pestle! "

The Buddha chanted. A demon subduing weapon that was emitting golden light appeared in front of the Buddha and went straight for the spiritual seal.

Everyone looked at the battle in shock. It had to be said that the monk's strength was beyond everyone's expectations. He could actually fight a Holy King alone.

One had to know that the opponent was a Holy King!

"Clang!"

The demon subduing pestle hit the spiritual seal and was instantly rebounded. Cracks appeared on the spiritual seal.

"Clang!

Clang! "

The demon subduing pestle that was rebounded fell again. After two more attacks, the spiritual seal was completely shattered.

Then, the demon subduing pestle went towards the Holy King and started to attack him fiercely.

At this moment, everyone's attention was on the battlefield. They were all focused on the battle between the demon subduing pestle and the Holy King. No one noticed the changes in the Buddha's expression.

If one paid attention, they would see that the Buddha's compassion was no longer there. Moreover, he was much less talkative than before. He no longer kept mentioning demon. The Buddha's expression gradually became serious.

It could be seen that the demon he was fighting was making him feel tired.

"Clang!"

After the demon subduing pestle was sent flying again, the Holy King raised his head and stared at the Buddha. His eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent.

The wounds on his body had already healed during the battle.

It could be seen that although the battle looked exciting, it did not hurt him.

Looking at the Holy King who was charging forward again, the Buddha's tall figure could not hold on any longer and instantly collapsed. Then, the Buddha's unique loud voice rang out.