The light of the universe retreated and everything returned, but the small lotus-shaped windmill at the tail of the sword weapon that pierced into the chest of the monk King Shih Wheel slowly rotated together with the twelve-handed twenty-four arms. No matter how the light of the universe changes, the sword weapon remained motionless and still pierced through the chest of the monk King.

What's even more terrifying is that with the changes in the universe, the windmill rotates, and a cold murderous intent blows through the acupoints around the monk's body, causing the light of protecting the body to decline, the golden body to decay, and the Dharma image behind the body also appears a little dark spots that look like mold spots.

"This sword is the sword of death, and it is also the sword of the universe!"

In the past, he saw Yu Chen fighting with the Supreme Western God incarnation and the monk king who instantly understood the truth. He stopped to touch the light of the universe, his expression was solemn, and he did not face the tragic look of despair. He was empty and fell into tranquility. He silently recited the scriptures he had recited day and night for thousands of years.

The vast bright light rose from his heart and merged into the declining Buddha light, stimulating the Buddha light, making the skin, flesh and bones of the Monk King of Time become transparent in the light, like vajra glass, bright and solid. At the same time, there are scattered Buddhist scriptures flow out from his wounds and are imprinted on the Sword of Killing Wind.

In the dark, there seemed to be a Buddha light like a sun that was blessed by the monk king. At that time, the Kalachakra Dharma image was also bright, showing infinite light and infinite life!

Under this light, all sentient beings and ghosts, and all the ghosts in the human heart are fully understood, and all dharmas are clear, and the killing aura will also dissipate.

"Vajra does not move? Glazed Dharma Body! I also borrowed Alu's divine nature to activate the power of the Tathagata of the Great Sun. No wonder I dared to come to trouble me. You old bald donkey still have such two brushes."

Yu Chen, who walked out of Miluo's Palace, looked at the Shilun Monk King and smiled and said, "I just don't know that you have received a few swords from my Vajra Glazed Glaze."

After saying that, the aura was turbulent, and clear air surged all over his body. Swords of Slaying Wind Flying out of the void and turned into a thousand winds and swept down, making the onlookers stunned.

The people present are not third-grade, but also those who are in charge of some of the origins. Naturally, they can see that these swords of wind-killing are real existences.

“Is the past and the future?”

Wei Yuanjun, who stopped, looked at the swords of the wind and muttered softly.

She had guessed that the swords of Shufeng summoned by Yuchen did not exist in the present, but in the past and future.

Although each handle only has one blow, facing these thousands of sword weapons, even if the Monk King of Shilun could use the divine nature of Alu to stimulate the light of the Great Sun Tathagata, he was unable to resist it.

The Buddha's light was wiped out little by little under the sword weapon, without any fancy changes. Yuchen used the swords of the wind to shatter his glass Dharma body piece by piece.

At the same time, it also cut off the clear mind light that was as strong as Vajra and as pure as glass, destroyed its foundation, cut off its merits and fruits, and forced it down from the third level.

When the Rufeng Sword returned to Yuchen's hand, an image of the Time Wheel Kalachakra Dharma Image appeared on the sword body, but it faded a little bit and turned into part of the sword light.

The monks of the Time Wheel can sense the damage to their own person. Although the monks who practice the Time Wheel Kalachakra Dharma can still shake the light of the universe, their sovereignty is no longer in their hands.

The monk looked at the sword wound on his chest, clasped his hands together again, and the Buddha's light surged, and the wound naturally healed this time. However, all the monks who observed the battle understood that the monk's position had been broken, and Yuchen's piercing sword cut off his vitality, and he had only some time to explain his last words.

However, everyone soon lost the mind to pay attention to the changes in the Shilun Monk King because another scream rang out.

When everyone heard the sound, they saw the Zuo Dao Zhenjun pierced his chest by a sword weapon. At the same time, a long banner pierced from behind him, piercing his spine. The banner surface shook gently, and a stream of curse power surged.

Seeing this scene, Tianfei couldn't help but say, "Zhen Yuchen, is it too much for you to do this? Zuo Dao Zhenjun was just invited to help..."

“Too much?”

Yu Chen appeared beside Tianfei, lowered her head, and whispered in her ear: "Do you think it's ever?"

While speaking, Yu Chen's palm was placed on Tianfei's chest, and the energy of Shangqing surged, which caused Tianfei's heart to beat.

"I don't think it's all!"

Yuchen blew, rolled up clouds and smoke, revealing the scene in Bailu City.

The seven-colored deer, who had recovered a little, looked at it and exclaimed: "What's wrong with the Turtle Spirit?"

I saw Yuchen's last disciple Gui Ling, who was only skinny and boneless, lying in Yuchen's former place of practice without knowing his life and death.

"When you found the True Lord Zuo Dao, you will ask someone to go to the place where I went to practice and collect my breath. You want to use this to curse me and influence my power. It is best to let me be influenced by the incarnation of death and fall into the devil's path, right!"

"Let me guess what you want. My third-grade figure is the True Lord of Fusheng Wuliang, Lingbao Saves the Heavenly King of Man, Yuchen Shangsheng. The simplest thing you say is the word "Tian Wang", while Zuodao Zhenjun should want the word "Tian Wang", and Buddhism wants the word "Tian Wang"."

"As for the people in the Immortal Dao, I think I am just a saint of the third-grade Jade Chen Lingbao, and I don't need to bear so much power."

"Since you want to take my things away, I should take some of your things away, right?"

As Yuchen's words fell, Zuo Dao Zhenjun let out a shrill scream. The first-class authority in his person, including curses and curses, was absorbed by the long banner. Whenever he wanted to stop him, his vitality and strength were shattered by the sword weapon that penetrated his heart.

If this continues, the fate of Zuo Dao Zhenjun may not be much better than that of the King of Time-Wheel Monk.

But Tianfei did not dare to speak. The power of heaven in her body was gathering in her heart as Yu Chen's clear air surged, as if it would jump out of her chest at any time.

"Fellow Taoist, show mercy! Your disciples are just spiritual wisdom and vitality being wiped out. I can help..." A long sigh rang out, and Master Zhang Tian, ​​Yu Zhenjun and Guan Zizai appeared one after another, wanting to persuade him.

Yu Chen exclaimed, looking scared, his palm passed through Tianfei's chest and dug out his heart: "Oh! I'm so sorry! However, you are Tianfei, it's no big deal to have a little heart. As long as you go back and make up for it, there will be nothing wrong."

After saying that, Yu Chen took back his palm, his five fingers contracted, and directly pinched the beating heart. A stream of force turned into clear air and surrounded Yu Chen. A stream of blood flowed down his wrist, dyeing half of his sleeve red, and some splashed blood dripped on his face, making him look three more evil.

At the same time, the long banner that swallowed up some of the authority of the Zuo Dao Zhenjun flew back to Yuchen's hand, shook it gently, and started the second sword weapon, plus the sword that stopped the monks from saving people at the beginning.

The three sword weapons stood in three directions, making everyone dare not act rashly, for fear that the fourth sword weapon would fly out of nowhere, which would make themselves feel cold.

As time passed by, monks watching appeared one after another. They surrounded the Miluo Palace, looked at Yuchen, and waited for the arrival of others.

Soon, some embarrassing landlords and the Zhenjun Tongxuan who rode a donkey back appeared one after another.

As soon as he appeared, he came to the side of Tianfei who could hardly stand, and supported her, giving her own earth divine power to the other party, using the wonders of the heaven and earth to stabilize her injuries. However, he was surprised to find that the power of the heaven in Tianfei's body had disappeared nearly half, and he barely maintained his current position.

The landlord looked at Yu Chen, frowned, and whispered: "The real person's move is too much!"

"I'm too much."

Yu Chen, who summoned the turtle spirit to repair his injuries with the Creation Energy, heard this and looked up at the landlord. He was not Yu Chen's original body, but the Great Saint of Tongtian who had manifested the spirituality of the characters in the game world in the past and relied on Yu Chen's Demon King's Dharma.

According to Buddhism, this body is the appearance of Yuchen's anger, and it is easily disturbed by emotional interference compared to the original body. At this moment, he laughed in anger, looking at the immortals around him who seemed to want to persuade one or two, and said, "It seems that I am not too much today. You don't know what I am like when I get too much!"

The clear air surged, and a second-grade emperor appeared behind Yuchen. However, compared with most solemn emperors, this emperor had compassion and killing, and the compassion and blood were accompanied by both the horror of great destruction, the determination of great change, and the holiness of great compassion.

"Second grade!" Tian Fei couldn't help but exclaim.
Chapter completed!