The lion's roar was like turning on a loudspeaker, rumbling like thunder, a hundred times louder than the chanting before.
Instantly, the entire land of bones was silent, and then low laughter rang out from everywhere. The sinister and hidden Xun Yus fanned the flames, making the laughing demon brothers lose face and asking them to slap their faces back.
"How can this be absurd? I will never tolerate this. If I don't fight back, how can I face people in the future?"
"I have lost my face, so I'd rather die."
"Fuck him! Fuck him!!"
"If we cannot die together, I will not be able to rest in peace."
"That's right. Such a great humiliation can only be washed away with blood!"
"Fuck him! Fuck him!!"
"… "
Old Xun Yu and his ilk were happy to watch the fun, and were worried that there wouldn't be any young rookies who could break the impasse. When they saw this scene, they all started shouting and yelling, fearing that their fellow demon cultivators would have to endure the situation for a while and that peace would remain.
The pressure came to the demon cultivators.
The two men originally wanted to have some fun with Yuantong, who had a high level of Buddhist practice, since they were free, and then leave after a while, without any intention of fighting to the death.
They never expected that Yuantong had such a bad temper. He put the two of them on the fire and rubbed them with oil. With so many people watching, it would be difficult to end the situation without a fight.
"Bald donkey, your great grandfather and second grandfather will not kill nameless people, tell us your names quickly."
"He~~tui!"
Yuantong spat out a mouthful of golden saliva that collapsed a large mountain of bones. He was not satisfied with just rolling up his sleeves, so he quickly took off his monk robe, hung a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, and tattooed the ferocious and evil faces of the Vajra Dharma Protectors on his arms, chest, and back. He continued to roar in a loud voice: "Great grandfather, I will never change my name, I am Yuantong of Longding Temple!"
"Haha, my great grandfather died a long time ago, the bald donkey is just dreaming here!"
"Don't mess up the generations. Your mother and I once had a brief affair..."
"I love you so much!"
Yuantong spitted out another mouthful of saliva, and shouted loudly to the whole audience: "Great-grandson, Grandpa became a monk very early, and didn't take good care of you two country bastards. As a result, one of you has a turtle brain and the other has a turtle butt. You are so ugly. Grandpa was wrong, and Grandpa will change it now. Come on up and stand still. I will use some tricks to stuff your turtle brains into your turtle butts!"
"… "
The whole place was silent. Perhaps, probably, everyone was sorting out their thoughts and learning the profound literary attainments.
The demon cultivator brothers were even more stunned with their mouths wide open. They looked at each other with their scalps tingling. A few words came to their throats, but they found that the wording was not sharp enough and were too embarrassed to say them out loud.
"Fuck him! Fuck him!!"
"You evil monk, if my two brothers were not good at fighting and not good at scolding, we would have to have a fight with you today." The demon cultivator squeezed out a sentence with difficulty.
"I never curse people, because those I curse are not human beings. That's right, I'm talking about you two bastards!"
Yuantong spoke wildly for a while, and when he felt refreshed, he put on a slightly cheerful expression and strode towards the two people, his dancing chest muscles trembling up and down: "You have said a lot of nonsense. If you don't come, I will go first."
boom!!
The golden light manifested the magical power of dragons and elephants to carry things. Four dragons and four elephants sat in the air, smashing a dozen giant skeletons and taking the lead in opening the curtain of battle.
"Fuck him! Fuck him!"
Lu Bei raised his arms and shouted, and after a while he found that the snake behind him was gone. He searched around for a while and quickly moved to another corner.
"Sister She, I told you, this monk is the key to breaking the deadlock."
Lu Bei pointed at Yuan Tong, who was punching and charging recklessly, and said admiringly, "He has a sweet voice, is elegant and easy-going, and looks like a high-ranking monk. If you run into him later, Sister She, please be polite and don't be sarcastic, otherwise he will call you a piece of shit, and I won't be able to help you."
"Why, aren't you the best at arguing with people?"
Because he is a courier and an insider. If he says you are delivering small parcels, then you are a small parcel.
…
boom!!!
As the dragon and elephant tumbled, rolling sound waves shook the world. A golden figure rushed forward and crushed the skeleton phantom that blocked the way with one punch.
The golden body was so powerful that every time a punch landed, the air was compressed and exploded, just like the roar of thousands of troops. Behind it, the violent air wave pulled away the red silk-like mist for a long time, like a long dragon full of murderous intent.
Met a tough guy!
The demon cultivator's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he stepped forward, tearing his black robe, revealing his muscles and bones that looked like they were made of molten iron. He drew the red blood knife and stirred up the air, the red light and murderous aura condensed into one, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling instantly covered the sky.
The evil cultivator waved the soul-summoning flag, attracting evil spirits at a speed thousands times faster than before, and condensed armor to cover his elder brother.
The two brothers, one attacks and the other defends, one outputs damage and the other controls the field, and they are telepathically connected, like one person with two bodies, and their cooperation is extremely tacit.
"Take a punch from the Buddha."
Strong gusts of wind exploded, and the loud sound drowned out the cries of ghosts and wolves. Endless golden light burst out from Yuantong's body. In the midst of the majestic golden power, there was a huge figure like a god or demon standing tall.
Yuantong let out a cry, and his hands that were at his waist suddenly turned up and raised above his head. Then, his knuckles cracked and his five fingers clenched into fists.
Regardless of the two brothers' scattered positions, he picked a roughly correct position and punched straight down.
Behind him, the gods and demons in the golden light also kept in sync. The three arms on the right were raised above their heads, and three huge fist prints were connected with each other, covering and blocking the large area where the demon cultivators were, and then they pressed down with a loud bang.
Boom!
Brother Mo Xiu's scalp went numb and his hair stood up. He felt a terrifying force turning the world upside down and a sky full of stars pressing down on him.
For a moment, he was in a daze and didn't know where he was or whether he should block or dodge.
"Brother, come back to your senses. Don't fall for the bald donkey's magic!"
A loud shout exploded in the spiritual platform, and Brother Mo Xiu received telepathic communication and woke up instantly. He looked at Yuantong's ordinary punch in front of him, and there was no god, demon or Buddha.
It's just an illusion, that's all!
"Bald donkey, just wait and see how grandpa's magic weapon will destroy your golden body." The demon cultivator roared like a tiger and drew the red blood knife forward.
The terrifying evil spirit disturbed the space. In the bleak wind, the whispers of resentment were superimposed on infinite black shadows. Wherever the blood knife passed, the thick darkness was lingering, and people were at risk of being possessed by evil thoughts just by looking at it.
"Roar, roar, roar!!" x3
Among the onlookers, there were two innate cultivators and one in the spirit stage. Unfortunately, due to their poor mental cultivation, the evil thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time turned around. They searched around for the scent and attacked other cultivators like crazy.
Lu Bei felt a chill on his neck and turned to look. She Xuan's eyes had turned golden and she was drooling as she stared at his arteries.
"Sister, why are you joining in the fun at this time?"
Lu Bei's face darkened, and he slapped She Xuan on the face, squeezing her pretty face into a bun, and then he threw a "Han Xin Tian" at her with his backhand.
Physical cooling.
Snap!
She Xuan broke the ice and calmed down. She refused to make eye contact with Lu Bei, looked up at the sky and cried out that she was unlucky.
She thought she had no evil thoughts, but she never expected that after repeated defeats, her unwillingness to win turned the stubborn illness into an obsession, and she still had evil thoughts like Lu Bei.
It was weird. It was the first time she knew she was so seriously ill.
"What's going on? Sister She, you actually have evil thoughts. From now on, sleep outside and don't go back to Sanqing Peak. I'm afraid you will attack me in the middle of the night."
"I'm not happy that I didn't beat you once."
"It's okay. The evil thoughts that just emerged can be easily resolved."
Lu Bei patted She Xuan's shoulder and comforted her warmly, "I'll beat you up a few more times to completely stop you from thinking of riding on my head. Once you've made up your mind, the demon in your heart will naturally go away."
She Xuan: “…”
…
The golden light was whistling and the black wind was raging.
Brother Mo Xiu drew the Red Blood Knife and rushed forward, and struck out with his fist wrapped in golden light. Before he could launch another killing move, Yuantong stretched out his palm-leaf fan-like hand and pressed down on the top of his head.
As the five fingers were clasped together, the materialized evil armor began to break and crack.
The evil armor was extremely strong, and in terms of defense it was not much worse than a magic weapon. Brother Mo Xiu was so scared that his eyes widened, and he tightened the red blood knife in his hand. He gathered all his strength and chopped it down, hitting Yuantong's shiny head with a bang.
The huge rebound force made Brother Mo Xiu's palm numb and he almost couldn't hold the magic knife.
Looking at Yuantong on the opposite side, there was a white mark on his bald forehead, but his defense was not broken at all.
"How can you ..."
Brother Mo Xiu's eyes blurred, and he felt an unimaginable force erupting in his head. At the moment his armor shattered, he watched a golden afterimage hit his chest.
boom-
Like the sound of a bell.
The solid breastplate was dented, with mirror-like cracks forming spider web-like gaps.
The bell broke, and the layers were peeled off.
Before Brother Mo Xiu could even utter a scream, he was hit by an immense force and vomited blood. His body flew backwards and rushed straight towards his own brother.
The demon cultivator took a deep breath, and did not dodge or evade. Instead, he held up the soul-gathering banner with one hand and reached forward with the other to catch his elder brother.
My dear second brother, in this materialistic world of cultivation, it is incredible that two demon cultivators can have such a touching brotherhood.
Lu Bei exclaimed in amazement, and the rest of the onlookers like Xun Yu had the same idea. Just when they thought that the Demon Brother's hand would be broken and the two brothers would turn into rolling gourds together, something strange happened again in the field.
The demon cultivator who flew backwards entered into the body of his younger brother, and their flesh and blood merged together, transforming into a four-armed, two-faced evil ghost.
The evil ghost had a ferocious face in his previous life, and another gloomy face behind his head. He was four meters tall, and he tore off the soul-gathering banner and draped it around his waist. He held a spear on the banner pole, and there was a constant murderous aura surrounding him.
"I was mistaken. I thought they were two passers-by who were there to make people laugh. I didn't expect they were so talented."
Lu Bei cried out in surprise and glanced at the other battlefields, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity when the monks were possessed by demons to gain some experience. But then he looked at the thick and deep sea of blood and gave up the idea for the time being.
Wait a minute, he bet fifty cents, there must be something wrong with the blood sea!
"My good grandson, your great grandfather didn't check for a while, and you have grown into this ugly appearance."
Yuantong touched his bald head, put his hands together in front of his chest, and the golden light shining around him became three times stronger. From a distance, he looked like he was poured with gold.
The highlight is here. It’s time to settle who will live and who will die between the demons and the Buddhists.
Those watching Xun Yu all held their breath, waiting for the outcome.
Boom—
A huge black shadow rushed out of the sea of blood, tearing the sound of the wind, and held Yuantong in its mouth.
"Gulp!"
"Hiccup~~~"