When Bai Xiaoyun heard this, his expression did not change significantly, but his eyebrows raised slightly, and then his eyes stared at Yaofeng, the strong murderous intent contained in his eyes was fully revealed.
Then, a silver light flashed in the palm of his right hand, and a silver light flickered up and down, turning into a silver staff about ten feet long. The head of the staff had two strands with twelve rings, the body of the staff was engraved with the Great Compassion Mantra in Sanskrit, and the tail of the staff was embedded with a pure and bright pearl the size of a walnut, exuding an upright and bright Buddhist atmosphere.
He swung his hand, and the Buddhist beads on his wrist fell off his wrist. The rope broke by itself, and six golden beads hung at his side. The Buddhist mantras engraved on them all shone with a flaming red light.
He stomped his foot on the ground and shot out like an arrow. The silver staff in his hand thrust forward like a spear, heading straight for Yaofeng's heart. The six Buddhist beads followed him like a shadow, rushing past his side.
Upon seeing this, Yaofeng actually took the initiative to avoid the attack, rose upwards and backwards by dozens of feet, and shook his sleeves suddenly, and rolling black mist surged out, like two sleeves of black snakes, rushing towards Bai Xiaoyun.
Seeing this, Bai Xiaoyun did not intend to dodge at all. He thrust the tin staff in his hand directly into the black fog. When he twisted his wrist, the twelve rings hanging on the head of the staff immediately jingled.
In an instant, layers of golden light waves spread out and surged to the surroundings like a tide.
The thick black fog melted away directly when it encountered the golden light waves, just like snow encountering the scorching sun, and did not block Bai Xiaoyun at all.
Seeing that the tin staff had already been handed to the wind demon's body, he suddenly twirled his right hand, and his sleeves rustled as they wrapped around the staff, making bursts of hissing sounds and emitting puffs of white smoke.
Immediately afterwards, the evil wind wrapped around the right hand of the tin staff and suddenly pulled it back, pulling Bai Xiaoyun suddenly forward. He moved his body away from the staff, raised his palm and slapped Bai Xiaoyun.
Bai Xiaoyun had been prepared for this and his reaction was extremely fast. He swept the tin staff in his hand horizontally, and the staff hit Yaofeng's body directly.
The runes of "Great Compassion Mantra" engraved on the staff suddenly lit up with a red light, and like a red-hot printing plate, they were imprinted on Yaofeng's cloak.
There was a soft "boom" sound.
The red light of the runes printed on the Demon Wind Cloak was blooming like fire lotuses. The meaning of light and compassion contained in them contained the true Dharma of Buddhism, releasing powerful power.
Under the burning flames, black mist rose from Yaofeng's cloak, and a huge hole was revealed in the middle.
Shen Luo looked up and saw that its exposed body was covered with criss-crossing cracks with a dark red light inside, making it look like a porcelain bottle that was about to break.
"You bold monster, you are so seriously injured, yet you still dare to speak so shamelessly!" Bai Xiaoyun shouted when he saw this.
The face was covered by the demonic wind cloak, so it was impossible to see the expression, but the body was shaking continuously. With another wave of the sleeves, a torrent of demonic energy surged out, submerging all the fire lotuses and covering the hole again.
Shen Luo's pupils shrank, and he understood in his heart that this evil wind was definitely not as light as he said. Bai Xiaotian's self-explosion had caused him serious injuries. Judging from the current situation, he would most likely not even be able to maintain his body as a True Immortal.