"I just discovered that there is a vitality technique that can restrain them so that they can no longer be resurrected." Zhou Wen said, looking at Leng Zongzheng and Buddha Mie in the sky.
He doesn't understand music, and he doesn't know much about the space system, but he always feels that Leng Zongzheng's piano sound seems to be changing from strong to weak.
"Asheng, do you understand music? Do you know how far this piece is going? Is it almost over?" Zhou Wen asked.
An Sheng understood Zhou Wen's meaning, and said solemnly: "I only know a little bit about music, but I have heard from the warlord about Principal Leng's Magic Piano Throne. His Devil Symphony is divided into seven chapters. In the sixth chapter, if the Buddha cannot be suppressed at the end of this chapter, then the last chapter may have to be desperate."
"How do you say that?" Zhou Wen asked.
"No one knows what the last chapter of the Devil's Symphony is, but everyone who has heard it is dead. The warlord only heard from Principal Leng that if the heart is not dead, the seventh chapter will not sound." An Sheng explained.
After Zhou Wen heard this, he immediately knew that something was wrong. If his heart was not dead, he would naturally have the desire to survive.
Now that Fo Mie has heard the end of the sixth chapter, he is still calm and composed. I am afraid that the seventh chapter will determine the winner.
When the two of them were talking, the sixth joy had already ended. Although the first six movements had some ups and downs, they were all gentle and gentle songs in general.
When the first sound of the seventh movement sounded, everything changed.
The note seemed to have an irresistible magical power, but the moment it sounded, Zhou Wen and An Sheng felt an illusion appear in front of them.
The collapsing Buddhist kingdom seemed to have turned into a hell within a single note, with the breath of death permeating everywhere, and countless innocent souls stretched out their palms from the ground, wailing in pain.
The throne of the magic zither in the sky has not changed at all, it is still the throne of the magic zither, but Leng Zongzheng, who is sitting in front of the zither, exudes a terrifying devilish energy from his body, as if he has turned into a devil in a dress, and the devilish energy on his body soars to the sky , fingers twisted, frantically pressed on the button, eyes frenzied, the whole person has been enchanted.
"The qin hasn't changed, but people have become demons. This chapter is too dangerous and too evil." Even Zhou Wen, who can't understand the rhythm, can't see the horror of Principal Leng's chapter.
Before, it could be said that it was tempting to be enchanted, but now it is oneself enchanted, and the danger in it can be imagined.
Fo Mie still sat cross-legged in the void, closed his eyes and recited the experience, his fingers held the beads, exuding the supreme Buddha's light, resisting the terrifying magic sound.
But when the seventh movement sounded, even the extinction of the Buddha turned into a color, and the beads in his hand scattered and fell into the void. The carved patterns of Buddha statues on the beads showed smiling faces, but The smiling face looked ferocious like a devil's smile, as mad and evil as the expression on Leng Zongzheng's face.
Fo Mie opened his eyes, and the white hair on his forehead radiated pure light of glass, fighting against the voice of the devil. On his Buddha body, black and red patterns representing the devil also appeared, spreading continuously on his body. The final goal is that white hair.
Both Zhou Wen and An Sheng felt their minds tremble, and magic patterns appeared on their bodies, and they couldn't help being horrified.
"Master Wen... Rewind..." An Sheng pulled Zhou Wen back.
The two retreated again and again, only to feel a lot better. Zhou Wen used the small Prajna Sutra to fight against the Prison King's magic voice, and it had an immediate effect, and the magic lines on his body gradually receded.
An Sheng also gradually returned to normal. The two looked at each other in amazement. They were so far away, and even though they were affected, they faced Leng Zongzheng's Buddha's death directly. They did not know what kind of terrifying force they were under.
"Principal Leng deserves to be called the number one existence under the mythology. Even the Buddha has become a demon. I am afraid that few people in the world can resist such a piano sound." Leng Zongzheng, Zhou Wen, who is as mad as a demon, couldn't help admiring.
There are more and more magic lines on Fo Mie's body, almost covering his body, only the white hair still radiates the light of ten thousand Buddhas.
Both Zhou Wen and An Sheng were nervous, but Leng Zongzheng's piano sound became more and more crazy. They knew that they might have reached the final critical moment.
Suddenly, the white hair between the Buddha's eyebrows shines brightly, illuminating all ages like a big sun.
"Here we come!" Zhou Wen and An Sheng's hearts were raised in their throats, knowing that success or failure depends on the blow, and whoever retreats will probably be severely injured.
At the moment when Buddha Mie's white hair was shining brightly, suddenly there was a dark purple light, which passed through the hellish scene silently, and pierced into the back of Buddha Mie's heart.
Fo Mie's pupils contracted, and the white hairline on his forehead suddenly dimmed, and the devil-like sound of the piano immediately invaded his white hairline.
In the white hair, which was originally as flawless as pure glass, a trace of black devilish energy appeared, and that devilish energy continued to seep into the white hair, making the light of the white hair weaker and weaker.
"Devil baby!" Zhou Wen immediately recognized the sword that pierced into the heart of the Buddha after the death, and it was the magic sword held in the arms of the devil baby.
The magic sword was piercing into Fo Mie's heart inch by inch, and Fo Mie was severely injured by this, and was invaded by the voice of the devil, and the situation took a turn for the worse.
At the same time that the Baihao phase was gradually eroded by the magic sound, the peaceful face of Fo Mie also began to become distorted, red light flashed in his eyes, and the Buddha's face gradually turned into the state of a devil.
Fo Mie stood up fiercely, the power on his body erupted like a volcano, trying to shake out the magic sword behind him, but the magic sword seemed to be nailed into the bone, not only could not be ejected, but pierced into the Buddha's body more quickly. Mie's heart, directly penetrate it.
If Fo Mie could maintain his Buddha nature, the magic sword might not have pierced through his heart so easily, but once he became a demon, the killing demon on the sword would have played a role, making Fo Mie unable to resist.
Under the double attack of the magic sword and the sound of the piano, an extremely terrifying guardian could not resist after all, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
The Buddha's light on Fomi's body is gradually extinguishing, which also means that his vitality is like a candle in the wind, and it may be extinguished at any time.
Seeing that Buddha Mie was about to reach the end of his life, his eyes regained clarity, and the magic patterns on his body gradually receded. He regained his glazed Buddha body, sat down cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "Buddha will disappear this night. Speed, like a fire that burns out."
Following his voice, the Buddha body turned into ashes bit by bit like a fire burning paper.
At this moment, Zhou Wen suddenly felt his Slayer's life and soul tremble, as if an invisible force was injected into it, causing it to rapidly transform and evolve.
Zhou Wen was both surprised and delighted. The Slayer, who had never found a way to advance, was about to be promoted automatically for no apparent reason.