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A pair of beast-like eyes were staring at Wang Huai.

"How is that possible?" Wang Huai was startled. At this time, the Double-faced Buddha was clearly facing away from him, and his hands were still on the old locust tree. Where did those eyes come from?
"Clap"

With two soft sounds, Wang Huai felt that his hands holding the sword stopped in mid-air, no matter how difficult it was to move forward, he took a closer look and found that it was a pair of hands, one left and one right holding his sword, just like the double-faced Buddha used his fingers before. It's like holding your own sword.

But now, the hand of the double-faced Buddha is still on the old locust tree.

"Wait a moment!"

Wang Huai looked at the scene in front of him, even though he was used to seeing bizarre things, he also took a deep breath at this time, because the scene in front of him was really weird.

Those eyes are indeed the double-faced Buddha's, but they are located on the back of his head. In addition to the eyes, nose, and mouth, there are also some, but the proportions of the facial features are a bit out of balance. The whole face looks extremely ferocious and terrifying, as if it is a Zhang's normal face melted, and that feeling can only be felt by seeing it with one's own eyes.

The hands holding Wang Huai's twin swords belonged to the double-faced Buddha, and two hands grew from his back, or strictly speaking, they were two claws, because they didn't look like human arms at all.

At this moment, Wang Huai suddenly understood why the person in front of him was called the Double-Faced Buddha. The Double-Faced Buddha was not just a simple name, but because the person in front of him really had two faces.

One is the head of the Golden Buddha Sect, with this face he faces the world, gentle and gentle, holy like a Buddha; the other is a face hidden in the dark, hiding in the dark without seeing the sun, hideous and terrifying, evil like a demon.

At this time, Wang Huai saw his second face, looking at that face, Wang Huai's heart seemed to be hit hard, and he had a very ominous premonition.

"You are still able to move after being hit by my Soul Devouring Gu. You are the first one I have ever seen. I have to say, you are indeed a monster, but this is not enough." The ugly face kept wriggling, with an extremely angry expression. Ugly sound.

"Pervert." Wang Huai cursed, released Fuxi's life-and-death sword directly, and sacrificed a semi-holy-level long knife from the sea of ​​consciousness, and slashed at the top of the double-faced Buddha's head.

"Keng"

The long knife fell and was blocked by the double-faced Buddha with Fuxi's crossed swords of life and death. The double swords that originally belonged to Wang Huai turned into the double-faced Buddha's weapon.

Wang Huai didn't dare to think too much, and kept cutting down on the double-faced Buddha with a long knife in both hands.

The frenzied and terrifying power of true essence continuously exploded above the head of the double-faced Buddha, like dozens of bombs exploding one after another, but every attack was easily blocked by the double-faced Buddha.

Wang Huai was a little anxious. If this continues, if the Double-Faced Buddha is not defeated, he might be exhausted. Moreover, now that Lin Ruoxue and the others have been invaded by Gu insects, there is not much time for Wang Huai to waste. Wang Huai knows that they were invaded by Gu insects. With the degree of pain afterwards, he must use the fastest speed to get rid of the double-faced Buddha.

He thought of what Brother Pingtou said, in order to end this catastrophe, it is not enough to just defeat or kill the double-faced Buddha, and Wang Huai can't kill him.

The best way is to replace him, refine this old locust tree, and become the master of the Eight Ghosts Gathering Yin Formation.

At this time, Brother Pingtou still stayed in the Beast King formation, constantly consolidating the formation to ensure that Lin Ruoxue and the others would not be hurt by the phantom of the Martial Emperor outside, so Wang Huai could no longer pin his hopes on Brother Pingtou.

Looking at the old locust tree and the double-faced Buddha with two faces, Wang gave up his attack and walked around to the back of the old locust tree.

"Then let's see who can really control the eight ghosts gathering Yin formation!" After Wang Huai finished speaking, he put away the magic weapon and patted the trunk of the old locust tree with both hands.

And the double-faced Buddha seems to really be unable to leave the place, Wang Huai will not attack him, and he will not attack Wang Huai actively.

The strong pressure kept stopping Wang Huai, but Wang Huai gritted his teeth and persisted. After a few minutes, his hands finally touched the old locust tree.

In an instant, endless cold air rushed towards Wang Huai.

"Ah!" Wang Huai raised his head to the sky and screamed, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, turning into blood mist in mid-air.

"Use the power of death, hurry up!" said the little princess in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Wang Huai exerted the power of death to the extreme, but he still couldn't digest the Yin Qi pouring into Wang Huai's body, so the Yin Qi began to rush to Wang Huai's body crazily. In an instant, Wang Huai felt his whole body was icy cold , all the cells seemed to be frozen, the whole person began to become stiff, and his movements became slow, as if he was about to become a popsicle.

"Just because you, an ant who has crossed the sixth level of calamity, dare to directly absorb the power of the most yin of this ghost tree, what are you looking for?" Wang Huai heard the voice of the double-faced Buddha, and the ghost tree he was talking about was naturally This old locust tree.

"What to do, what to do!" Wang Huai kept flashing various solutions in his mind, but he was quickly vetoed one by one. The situation at this time was far beyond Wang Huai's expectation and control.

The little princess couldn't live without the Sea of ​​Consciousness, Wang Yiyun was besieged, Brother Pingtou couldn't leave the formation, and at this time, Wang Huai had nothing to rely on but himself.

This should be Wang Huai's most passive time in a long time.

However, just when Wang Huai felt a little helpless, all the soul power in his body except the power of death suddenly started to operate by itself.

The power of the tree of life gushes out crazily, and it seems to be clashing with the power of the most yin from the old locust tree. After the two forces meet, they start to collide crazily. Wang Huai's body seems to have become a battlefield. A group of forces continued to fight on this battlefield, causing Wang Huai to grin his teeth in pain.

And the remaining wood-type souls, water-type souls, and fire-type souls also began to absorb the power of the most yin.

Wang Huai's powers of these three martial souls had dropped a lot before, and even after so many days of recovery, they had only recovered to the fourth level.

Wang Huai originally thought that they had no way to play any role, so they didn't use them, but now they are constantly absorbing the power of the most yin, and the power of the soul is also constantly increasing. It is only a few breaths, three times All these forces actually broke through to the fifth heaven.

"How is it possible?" Wang Huai was very surprised that these three soul powers were able to transform the power of the most yin into his own power.

These three soul powers do not belong to Wang Huai himself, but come from Jibril, Allah and Christina respectively. Wang Huai possessed these three soul powers when he fused their Nascent Soul, so Wang Huai I don't know much about these three experiences.

But now, it is a good thing to be able to refine the power of this old locust tree. Wang Huai didn't bother to think about it, so he divided the power of the most yin that entered his body into five parts, one part was refined with the power of death, and the other part was refined with the power of life. The power of the tree fought, and the remaining three were distributed to the power of the three martial arts. In this way, Wang Huai's own pressure was instantly reduced, and Wang Huai even felt that his strength was increasing rapidly.

"How is it possible?" The double-faced Buddha on the opposite side seemed to have sensed the strangeness on Wang Huai's side. How could it be possible to refine the power of the most yin of this ghost tree so quickly after passing through the sixth level of tribulation?