Villain: The Demon Emperor obeys and kills the protagonist

"His grandma's, I must not die here!"

"What kind of broken place is this!"

"These demon bastards are really scary!"

Bashang's heart trembled violently, and the fear that surged from the bottom of his heart urged him to pull out again and again.

"That bald head is a monster!"

Bashang recalled the previous fight with Tang Sanzang, and couldn't help but shiver.

No matter how he tried his best, he couldn't get any benefits from Tang Sanzang's hands.

Not to mention shaking it, it is even more difficult to get close.

With the blessing of the most treasured cassock, the defense of the whole body is perfect, but the body itself is constantly being worn and consumed.

If each other loses its strengths, the defeat is set.

And the other three people were beheaded, if he continued to delay time here, it would be absolutely difficult for him to escape.

As for the swordsman, Bashang sold him without hesitation.

In such a critical time, it is always a dead fellow Daoist but not a poor Taoist. I can't care about myself, so I can't care about the life and death of others.

"Ba Shang, you greedy life and fear of death!"

At this time, a swordsman's roar came from the city lord's mansion behind Bashang.

"Hmph, stupid thing, who wants to lose his life in such a ghostly place!"

Ba Shang listened, looked straight ahead, smiled coldly, and sped up his figure a little.

And in the City Lord's Mansion, Tang Sanzang looked straight at Bashang's direction indifferently, his eyes were as calm as water from the beginning to the end.

But at this time, he sighed faintly, stood up and sat cross-legged, stepping up into the void step by step.

Every step he takes in the void can create layers of ripples, and golden lotuses quietly bloom under his feet, which last for a long time, forming a vast road of golden lotus extending out of the city lord's mansion.

Among the golden lotus, the prajna sanskrit sound is played, which is enough to calm people's hearts and save the world.

Outside the city lord's mansion, those who heard the Sanskrit sound with insufficient cultivation would fall into the cycle of hell in an instant, their eyes would suddenly become lifeless, and their souls would have dissipated. This is a deadly soul sound.

Even the faces of the swordsmen on the side changed drastically because of it, and the sound of the Sanskrit sound made him dizzy and his blood surged.

But fortunately, his cultivation level is not low, and it is just an influence, unlike those monks around the city lord's mansion, most of them fell.

"It's really a demon monk."

The swordsman clenched the sword that was covered in cobweb cracks and even shattered several holes in his hand, and silently recited the elaborate formula to expel Mimi Buddha's voice.

However, at this moment, a yellow light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and a universe circle rushed towards him, heading straight for his front.

"Oops!"

He whispered in his heart that something was wrong, and hastily raised his sword to resist.

clang!
With a clear and loud noise, the swordsman was thrown out of the city lord's mansion hastily by the force of the Qiankun circle, and knocked down countless buildings while flying upside down.

"I dare to be distracted from my fight with the third prince. I really don't know how to live or die."

Nezha's figure flickered, stepped on the hot wheel and stood in the position where the swordsman was before, recalled the Qiankun circle, and smiled coldly.

Above, Tang Sanzang stood between the sky and the earth, Wei Ran raised his hand, and a golden hoop appeared in his hand.

Then he threw the golden hoop in the direction of Bashang, Wei Ran said.

"disease!"

In an instant, the golden hoop turned into a streamer and went away.

At the same time as the golden hoop shot towards him, Ba Shang suddenly sensed a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power coming from behind him, and secretly said something was wrong.

Immediately after he turned around with a stampede, he punched the golden hoop behind him.

Boom!

With the horrible cracking sound, the void Bashang was in collapsed completely, and his figure couldn't help but retreated backwards, his right arm was trembling constantly.

"What a hard treasure!"

At this moment, he made a reckless move with the golden hoop, and he suddenly discovered that the golden hoop could actually restrict the movement of spiritual power.

Fortunately, he specialized in the physical body, so he was able to beat back the golden hoop.

However, Tang Seng's methods far away have not disappeared.

With a flip of his wrist, a purple gold bowl appeared in his hand, and then he threw it high towards the sky above, and it grew in the wind, turning into the size of a millstone.

call!
In an instant, a golden-purple light shot out from the mouth of the purple-gold bowl, covering Bashang below.

"How could this be!"

At this moment, Ba Shang's expression finally showed a hint of panic.

Because he suddenly discovered that under the containment of this golden and purple beam of light, his body was actually unable to move!

Moreover, there is also a mysterious and weird power kneading and transforming his physical body, even if it is as strong as the physical body in the late stage of the God Realm, it is difficult to reverse such a terrifying change.

But at this moment, he only felt a cloud above his head, and subconsciously raised his head, only to see the huge mouth of the bowl straight down!

In an instant, his whole figure was put into the bowl by the purple gold bowl and refined without any resistance, and screams came out, so shrill that it made people's hair stand on end.

"The tyrant is planted!"

At this moment, the swordsman struggled to get out of the ruins below him, just in time to see this scene, he felt like falling into an ice cave while panicking.

This kind of means makes people desperate.

With his cultivation at the late stage of Heshen Realm, he has been in Yantan for many years, and he has never seen any powerful means that can so easily suppress and refine an existence at the late stage of Heshen Realm.

There is no power to fight back, can this be done by humans!

It is no exaggeration to call such a weird method a god!
But at this moment, a fiery red figure descended from the sky and came over him like a lightning bolt. It was Nezha with wide-eyed anger.

At this moment, Nezha is stepping on the hot wheel, holding a fire-pointed gun, and wearing Huntian silk behind him, and he is extremely powerful.

"die!"

Nezha flew up to the top of the swordsman, and without saying a word, he shot straight out!
Boom!

In an instant, the shadow of the gun became huge, piercing through the void, and it was about to bury the swordsman.

However, although the swordsman was injured at this moment, he didn't want to sit and wait for death. He suddenly shouted, and instead of advancing, he retreated and stood up with his sword.

"Black Rock Sword Art!"

At the same time as the swordsman shouted, the broken sword in his hand erupted with the last light in an instant, and he would not lie or give in.

With a sudden tremor, it transformed into thousands of sword shadows, as if descending from the realm of swordsmanship.

At this moment, he gave up his life and forgot to die, and all his life's skills were gathered in this sword.

At this moment, with this sword, he swung his strongest blow.

At this time, he became a pure sword cultivator!

As his figure turned into the sharpest sword and soared into the sky, Nezha's huge gun shadow also fell down!
When the two intersect, the sky and the earth lose their color in an instant.

The white and boundless sword shadow, and the fiery gun shadow are both powerful means of attack, and both are powerful blows without any scruples about any defensive means.

Boom!

The sky and the earth trembled suddenly, and the figures of the two were covered in the broken void.

Then the space suddenly shrank like a spasm, and then like a deflated ball, it suddenly exploded towards the surroundings!