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"Ding, the system prompts that the current environment is being detected, please wait patiently for the host."

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, the system's cold prompt sound appeared in Song Qingshu's mind.

At this time, two black shadows suddenly floated in front of Song Qingshu, stared blankly at Song Qingshu, and then let out a very piercing laugh, saying: "Zi Zhe, how many years have passed, and humans have come here, look Come and play again!"

As soon as the two black shadows finished speaking, more and more black shadows gathered in front of Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu couldn't see clearly what these shadows looked like, but he could feel that these shadows didn't seem to belong to this world.

"Ding, the test is complete!"

Suddenly, the system sound appeared again, and then disappeared.

As the system sound disappeared, a message appeared in Song Qingshu's mind.

Only then did Song Qingshu know.

This place turned out to be the Shura Trial Institute opened by the Heavenly Demon Emperor.

In the ancient times, monsters from outside the chaos invaded, and most of the cultivators of the human race were prepared to be frightened by these terrifying monsters so that they would be powerless to fight back.

Therefore, the Heavenly Demon Emperor dug out a small world, let some Taoist soldiers that he didn't need in it, and then captured many low-level demons from Chaos.

Those descendants of the human race were sent here by the Heavenly Demon Emperor in order to obtain these Dao soldiers, but the real purpose of the Heavenly Demon Emperor was to let the strong of the human race adapt to the terrifying aura of the demon.

Only then did Song Qingshu know.

The black shadows in front of him turned out to be the so-called Chaos monsters.

Then Song Qingshu performed the unicorn killing technique, and a cyan mist floated out from Song Qingshu's palm, rushing towards those black shadows.

"what!"

The black shadows closest to Song Qingshu were howling. They had no time to escape. When they met each other, dozens of black shadows were turned into mist and dissipated.

"Oh my god, this human being can actually use the unicorn-killing magic!"

"Could it be that the Heavenly Demon Emperor is not dead?!"

Hei Ying, who escaped unharmed, looked at Song Qingshu standing there, and let out a cold scream.

Then, I don't know how many black shadows retreated. After all, they are just some low-level monsters. These monsters feel that Song Qingshu is really terrible.

However, the blue mist that filled the sky was still surging out. It seemed that Song Qingshu was planning to kill all the monsters around him.

"I didn't expect this place to be the Shura field created by the Heavenly Demon Emperor. It has been sealed for endless years. The evil spirit of blood is so strong that it can pollute treasures and injure treasures."

Song Qingshu murmured to himself looking at those monsters fleeing wildly.

"Let me see how strong you are as a human being?!"

At this time, a cold voice came from the bloody black mist, and a shadow loomed in the black mist.

This shadow is different from the previous black shadows. This shadow has blood-red stripes on its body, and it seems to be holding a blood-red sickle.

The blood-colored sickle continuously spewed bloody breath, and suddenly a blood-red and black dragon roared out, ferocious and fierce, and at the moment of gushing, black mist filled the sky, contending with the erupting blue mist.

Under Song Qingshu's surprised eyes, the black mist spit out by the blood-colored sickle in the shadow's hand actually wiped out the blue mist of the Qilin Killing God Art!

Even so, the shadow was also traumatized, and the red stripes on the shadow's body dimmed, and even the bloody aura on the bloody sickle in his hand was much lower.

"It seems that the Qilin Killing God Art is indeed the nemesis of these monsters. A monster in the God Realm was actually injured by the Qilin Killing God Art."

Song Qingshu tilted his head, fixed his eyes on the black shadow, and said.

But Song Qingshu didn't let go of his vigilance. Although it was difficult for him to see anything carefully from the surrounding environment, he felt that it was very unusual, and the shadow in the divine realm was not the only one in front of him.

The black figure looked at the wound on his body, then snorted coldly, his aura of divine realm exploded completely, looked at Song Qingshu, and was about to make a move.

But when the black shadow just waved the bloody sickle in his hand, it suddenly felt a terrifying coercion erupting in the nothingness.

This kind of avenue coercion is very terrifying. If you use your strength to fight against this kind of coercion, it may cause the avenue inside to attack and kill, and then you will end up dead.

When this avenue of coercion appeared, in the endless black mist, miserable howls accompanied by terrifying killing sounds exploded.

All of a sudden, black clouds billowed, as if a peerless monster was born, as if to contend with the coercion of the Great Dao, a cold aura erupted in the black clouds, and dense shadows were looming inside.

"Ding, the system warns that there are chaotic soldiers around the host, please be careful!"

At this time, the warning sound of the system suddenly appeared in Song Qingshu's mind, and then the information about the Chaos Yin soldiers was sent into Song Qingshu's mind by the system.

It turns out that the so-called Yin soldiers are the army of monsters outside the chaos of the universe, but these armies were born in the midst of killing.

The birth of each Yin soldier means that a hundred demons are devoured. As creatures living in the chaos, demons are very cruel. Before invading other worlds, these demons have killed each other for fun.

Then, Song Qingshu's eyes sank, and he saw how many Yin soldiers were roaring.

The depths of this Shura Field are like purgatory, with blood gushing wildly, all of them are Yin soldiers, but the Yin soldiers seem to be guarding something, or they are imprisoned by something, unable to get out of that range, they can only stay where they are , yelling madly at Song Qingshu.

Looking at those Yin soldiers, Song Qingshu had a gloomy look on his face.

Then, one after another the breath of Buddhism gushed out from Song Qingshu's body.

I saw Song Qingshu's hands clasped together, his body exuding golden brilliance, he chanted the scriptures, golden Buddhas erupted from his mouth, and rushed into the bloody black mist one by one.

When touching those golden Buddha sons, those Yin soldiers began to howl one by one, their bodies were melting, turning into black blood and spilling on the ground of the Shura field!

"You... you are a human race!"

"Why do you know the Dharma? In the ancient times, the Buddhist clan has long since disappeared in this world. Why..."

The monster in the divine realm not far away, when he saw those golden Buddha disciples, felt fear from his heart, and looked at Song Qing Shudao in horror.

"It seems that this Buddhist secret technique has a natural restraint on demons."

Hearing that black shadow's words, Song Qingshu suddenly realized.

This is the so-called mutual generation and mutual restraint.

Suddenly, from the void of the Shura field, a terrifying breath suddenly suppressed, and a giant black claw pressed down across the air, like Wuzhishan, trying to suppress Song Qingshu to the ground.

Chapter 853 The Dharma is Boundless!

Looking at the giant black claw that suddenly appeared, Song Qingshu didn't show any panic.

Instead, the golden Buddha son continued to come out from its mouth, confronting the giant black claw in the sky, and then the giant black claw was repelled by the golden Buddha son.

At the moment when the giant black claw disappeared.

A black shadow exuding silver radiance appeared in the void, with a terrifying aura and a majestic face. It looked like a top figure of a demon, very tyrannical.

"Welcome to my emperor!"

The previous black shadow with blood streaks on his body saw the shadow in the void, quickly knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully.

"I didn't expect that in the tens of thousands of years after the death of the Devil Emperor that day, there would still be human beings able to enter this Shura field.

It seems that you should have obtained the inheritance of the damned Heavenly Demon Emperor, and you have this aura that disgusts me very much. "

In the void, a black shadow exuding silver radiance looked at Song Qingshu standing there, and said in a cold tone, and then a coercion surged towards Song Qingshu again.

Song Qingshu was not afraid either. Facing this kind of pressure, he used the Fudo Mingwang style to relieve the pressure, and then performed the unicorn-killing magic again.

"Hmph, if the Heavenly Demon Emperor uses this unicorn-killing magic technique, it may pose a certain threat to me, but how powerful is the unicorn-killing technique that you, a mere ant in the holy land, have?"

The black shadow in the void looked at Song Qingshu's Qilin Killing God Art with disdain on his face.

Then the black shadow exploded and roared, shaking the mountains and rivers, sending out silver beams of light from his hand, rushing towards Song Qingshu's eyebrows.

Song Qingshu was also fearless, looking at the silver light beams flying towards him in the void, he snorted coldly.

Afterwards, Buddha's light emerged from his body, and Song Qingshu also slowly flew into the void, but the Buddha's light lingering around Song Qingshu's body became more and more intense, like a giant Buddha.

Afterwards, Song Qingshu turned into a beam of Buddha light, and that Buddha light seemed to perform a dance in the void - Mira Brahma Buddha dance.

Together with this dance, golden lotus falls all over the sky, the Buddha's light spreads for tens of miles, the strange fragrance pervades, and there are also visions from the sky, all kinds of appearances, and three thousand gods and Buddhas appear.

Those silver light beams that wanted to pierce Song Qingshu disappeared in an instant, and even the black shadows in the void were a little far away, let alone the monsters on the ground.

Then, in the Buddha's light transformed by Song Qingshu, an exquisite and exquisite small pagoda floated out, and this small pagoda was the thirteenth-grade glazed jade immeasurable light king pagoda of Buddhism.

This pagoda is sacred and majestic, with immeasurable light blooming, able to illuminate the ten directions.

It is rumored that being illuminated by the Buddha's light in this pagoda can cure diseases and eliminate disasters, prolong life, and even dispel sins.

And at this time, the black mist in the Asura field encountered the Buddha's light again, and dissipated in this world in an instant, and those monsters hidden in the black mist were also torn apart by the Buddha's light in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the black figure in the void snorted coldly, and then countless black mist emerged from his body.

In the black mist, there were all kinds of ghostly cries and howls.

The mournful and shrill ghost cries emanated from the void, like mosquitoes and flies at first, but in the blink of an eye, the ghost cries suddenly converged and roared.

All of a sudden, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and all kinds of horrible sounds were like all kinds of ghosts coming to claim their lives!

Song Qingshu, who was transformed into Buddha's light, can clearly see that there are indeed countless ghosts in the black mist.

Some of these ghosts were bloodstained all over their bodies, with stern expressions, hideous and distorted faces, and glaring and laughing wildly.

Some had no head, no hands, and only one body, swaying, walking towards Song Qingshu.

Some had their legs broken, lay on the ground, raised their heads to the sky, looked at Huijue sadly, and howled.

Some had their stomachs disemboweled, and the intestines inside were still hanging out of their stomachs. What's more, their heads were cracked, their eyeballs hung down, and they held their faces and cried bitterly.

These ghosts do not know where they came from, and why they came here.

They just surrounded Song Qingshu's body, making horrible and sad ghost screams, which made people feel horrified and frightened.

And the surroundings were shrouded in a cold fog, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Seeing this situation, Song Qingshu's expression remained unchanged.

I saw his eyes lowered slightly, and there was no panic or fear in his expression.

On the contrary, Song Qingshu's eyes were full of compassion.

"Namo Amitabha."

Song Qingshu's lips moved slightly, and he read softly, and every sentence of Buddha's voice appeared in this Shura field.

When the Buddha's voice fell, it sounded like thunder and thunder, and the golden Buddha's light was like a golden lotus blooming from Song Qingshu's body, tearing apart many ghosts around him on the spot!

Then Song Qingshu spread out his hands, and among the torn ghosts, light spots gathered one after another, turning into dim little figures in his palm.