Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 363 Battle Seven Realms
In Wanfa Temple, the sky is covered by monstrous demonic clouds, Mozu Mohan stands in the void with arms folded, looking down at the vast and continuous temples with a smile on his face.

"Where is the monster, dare to come to Wanfa Temple to make trouble." Hundreds of golden Buddhas soared into the sky and surrounded Mohan, glaring at him.

"I'm here to take something away for a friend." Mo Han said with a smile.

"What?" Mohan's aura was so strong that even the Vajra Buddhas couldn't look directly at him.

"care."

As soon as Mo Han finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared in place, and a god-killing gun appeared in his hand, and the shot swept across. Suddenly, a dozen Buddhas in the fairyland were swept into a blood mist without even having time to react.

"After today, there will be no living things in Wanfa Temple." Mo Han shot out, and a black light and shadow crashed into the continuous temples below.

A huge circular black wave spread rapidly, turning everything into nothingness.

"Vajra subdue demons!" The remaining Buddha Vajra formed a magic circle to try to suppress Mohan.

A huge golden Buddha appeared out of thin air, and slapped Mo Han with its huge palm.

"It's a small trick." Mo Han smiled disdainfully, and a demonic figure that was more than twice as big as the Golden Buddha appeared, grabbed the Golden Buddha's hand, and tore it apart with both hands, and the Golden Buddha's arm immediately dissipated.

Another punch hit the golden Buddha's stomach, the golden light overflowed, and the golden Buddha collapsed instantly. The Buddha's light dimmed instantly, and fell from the sky like dumplings, falling to the ground without life.

"Master, I don't know if my junior brother is safe or not."

In a Buddhist hall, Jing Yuan and Jiu Kong sat side by side in meditation, watching the rapidly spreading black light waves, the rapidly dissipating buildings, vegetation and even people, there was no movement on the faces of the two of them, Jiu Kong suddenly turned his head quietly asked.

"Are you willing to help your junior brother?" Jing Yuan said softly, looking at Jiu Kong with loving eyes.

"Master, I am willing." Jiukong nodded slightly with black lines appearing on his forehead.

"Amitabha, come." Jing Yuan clasped his hands together, as if giving an order.

"Disciple... please forgive me, master!" Jiukong's eyes showed a trace of struggle, but soon turned into firmness, and he hit Jingyuan's heart with a black light.

"It's okay, you are all my good disciples." A relieved smile appeared on Jing Yuan's face, and he slowly closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.

"From today, my name is Jikong." Jiukong stood up, his aura became more and more terrifying, and the black light wave shot by Mozu Mohan approached.

Jikong pointed out of thin air, and those black light waves were immediately fixed there, unable to move.

Looking up at the sky, Jikong took a step, and ripples appeared in the surrounding space in an instant, and appeared directly in front of Mohan the next moment.

"Nine Precepts?" Mo Han felt Ji Kong's breath, frowned slightly, and raised his gun.

"Jikong." Jikong clasped his hands together, and two huge and ferocious black demonic hands grew out of thin air from behind. The demonic hands clenched their fists and punched Mohan.

"Oh, that's interesting." Mohan's God-killing Spear turned around in a circle around his body, facing two huge magic fists.

Rumble!
In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, and the demonic energy swelled, covering the entire Yunzhou. The vegetation died, the ground cracked, and the birds and beasts mutated.

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In Xunfang City, Qiu Yilun led thousands of city guards to defend the city desperately. Looking around, there were demonized creatures as dense as the tide outside the city, rushing against the city wall crazily.

"City Lord, we are about to lose our hold. The magic-breaking arrows have been used up." A soldier reported.

"Brothers, the city is here, and the people are here." Qiu Yilun pulled out his long sword, looked at the demonized creatures below and said murderously.

"The city is dead, the people are dead!" Thousands of city guards shouted in unison, holding the weapons in their hands even tighter.

"My generation of monks, today we are fighting for the common people, for Xunfang City, and we will die without regret!" Qiu Yilun roared.

A paw climbed up the tower, followed by a demon ape with stinking saliva and scarlet eyes.

Behind it, there are more and more demonized creatures.

"Roar!"

The monsters roared ferociously.

"kill!"

Qiu Yilun and the city guards charged forward.

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Bai Ya, Xu Feihong lay unconscious on the bed, her face was pale, and her hair was wet with cold sweat on her forehead.

A handsome middle-aged man with a strand of white hair on both temples was carefully dispensing the medicine.

"Master, there are demons coming outside the white cliff." Yu Mingge, who was dressed in black, walked out of the room and said in a low voice.

"Cut it off and hang it on the cliff." Xu Feibai said lightly.

"Disciple obeys." Yu Mingge walked out clapping his hands.

Soon, a beam of sword light shone in the sky above the white cliff, and a headless demon's body sprinkled with black demon blood fell from the sky and smashed into the jungle.

Yu Mingge held a rusted iron sword in one hand and a huge and ferocious head of a demon general in the other. He came to the mouth of the white cliff expressionlessly and hung it on a tree.

Suddenly, a void crack appeared.

A huge demon palace flew out from the crack, and a black chain flew out of the demon palace to bind Yu Mingge.

"Hmph." Without saying a word, Yu Mingge raised his iron sword and slashed at the black iron chain.

This sword is both fast and slow, both ordinary and extraordinary.

With one strike, a tiny crack appeared on the black iron chain.

Another black-haired man bound by iron chains flew out of the demon hall and slashed at Mingge with a sword.

"Demon slave, Mengrui is heartless!"

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Jiujie went to Wanfa Temple first, and all he was left with was a piece of ruins and an arm of the Demon Ancestor lying there quietly exuding terrifying power.

There was a trace of unstable mood swings on Jiu Jie's face.

"Senior brother..., master...." Jiu Jie flew to the ruins to look for it. When he thought about it, all the ruins were floating in the air, but there was no trace of Jing Yuan and Jiu Kong.

"Why can't I figure out that there is a calamity in Wanfa Temple!" Jiu Jie's eyes were full of pain.

But suddenly he seemed to think of something again, after some calculations, his eyes fixed, he turned and stepped into the void, and then he appeared to have come to Baiya.

At this moment, the white cliff has completely collapsed, and there are deep and long sword marks all around.

A demon temple missing a corner was flying in mid-air. Mo Zu Mohan stood on the top of the demon hall. His left arm was broken, and the broken arm was constantly emitting a strange blood-black light, which made him unable to recover.

Hundreds of black iron chains were released and went straight into the depths of the white cliff.

Xu Feibai stood in front of Xu Feihong with a sword in his hand, and there were people or demons tied up in iron chains lying around him, and only two people remained to confront him coldly.

Meng Wuqing and Yu Mingge.

"Heh, one is my old friend and the other is my apprentice. The demons will really give me problems." Xu Feibai chuckled, his lips red and his teeth white.

"Father-in-law." Jiu Jie suddenly appeared in the room, regardless of the three confronting each other, looked at Xu Feihong on the bed, and said, "Did the little daughter-in-law have a seizure again?"

"Who is your father-in-law?" Xu Feibai rolled his eyes, glanced at Jiujie, and said, "You are the little bald guy that Honghong mentioned? Don't you have hair?"

(End of this chapter)