I have an eternal eye

"Child, child..."

Li Fu'er had woken up. Seeing his son in this state, shock, sadness, anger...all kinds of emotions came to his heart, and his face became distorted.

The corners of her eyes were bleeding and she opened her mouth wide, but she could only roar silently. She wanted to rush forward, but her body could not move.

All of this was naturally done by Zhang Biao.

After all, they are still in the center of the enemy camp. If they make too much noise, they will definitely be noticed and can only be controlled with the Soul-eating Cicada.

"Roar!"

Opposite him, Zheng Xianlong has been transformed into the Demon-Suppressing Buddha. Although he still retains a trace of consciousness, he is no different from an evil demon.

Seeing his mother's appearance, he suddenly let out a shrill roar, his three eyes flashed red, his whole body trembled, and he tried to break away from the spikes studded with corpse nails.

Phew~

Outside the main hall, the sound of ragged clothes could be heard.

But they were two Buddhist cultivators from the Vajra Temple. They were tall, like the Vajras in the temple. They were wearing simple monk robes, exposing their knotted muscles.

As they walked, the ground seemed to be shaking. After entering the hall, they waved their hands and candles suddenly lit up.

And Zhang Biao has disappeared.

"Hmph, you evil beast!"

Seeing Zheng Xianlong struggling crazily, one of the monks suddenly became angry and pulled out a bone whip from his hand, which was covered with various bone charms.

Snapped!

This thing seemed to be specially designed to restrain the Demon Buddha. He just flicked it in the air. As the sound of the whip sounded, Zheng Xianlong let out a mournful wail. His energy was in chaos and could no longer be condensed.

The densely packed coffins outside seemed to be affected as well, trembling constantly and emitting a strong corpse aura.

The two of them ignored it, and after a fierce slap, Zheng Xianlong's breath finally stabilized, and the red light in his eyes became much lighter.

"Senior brother, why did this Zhenbo Buddha suddenly riot?"

"Could it be that the blood food offered was not enough?"

"What can I do? Something happened a few days ago, and all the blood food I caught was taken away by my uncle. Now I can't move around freely. Let's wait until the master comes back."

As he spoke, he swung the bone whip in his hand again, making Zheng Xianlong tremble all over, and said viciously: "You'd better be honest with me, otherwise it will be hard for you!"

After checking again, they turned around and left, and the surrounding lights were extinguished one by one.

In the darkness of the roof, Zhang Biao appeared.

He saw everything that happened just now.

The methods of this Vajra Temple are indeed ruthless.

The bone whip in the monk's hand was scraped from Zheng Xianlong's body and made into a special restraint weapon.

There is no need for contact at all, just wave the bone whip to whip the soul. If the bone whip breaks, Zheng Xianlong will also die.

Also seeing all this was Li Fuer. Her eyes were filled with blood and tears, and she clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug into her flesh.

But this time, she didn't dare to go crazy again, for fear of attracting guards and causing Zheng Xianlong to be punished again.

Zhang Biao sighed in his heart and led her down.

This time, Zheng Xianlong's mood was much more stable. He opened his mouth full of fangs and made a difficult and obscure voice, "Mother, mother... leave quickly."

Li Fu'er endured his sadness and turned to look at Zhang Biao, pleading with his face: "Master Immortal, can you rescue Long'er?"

Zhang Biao was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly, "He has been connected to this formation, so the remnant soul is preserved. Once he escapes from the trap, the last ray of soul will disappear and completely become an evil thing."

"Perhaps the best way is to get rid of..."

Li Fuer's face turned pale, and he immediately understood what Zhang Biao meant.

Trying to save people would cause their souls to fly away, but staying here would mean suffering day and night, and life would be worse than death.

At this moment, she was completely desperate, with a pale smile on her face, "I beg the immortal master to help us escape."

With that said, he walked slowly towards Zheng Xianlong.

Today, Zheng Xianlong is an extremely evil being with thousands of corpses in his formation, surrounded by a realm of corpses and ghosts.

Li Fu'er has become a cripple. Even with the help of the Soul-eating Cicada, he can't withstand this field at all. All his blood essence begins to escape and merge into Zheng Xianlong's body.

"Mother...mother..."

Zheng Xianlong shook his head wildly, trying to stop it.

However, Li Fu'er still walked to Zheng Xianlong resolutely, without fear of his ferocious face, hugged him like a mother, and murmured: "Long'er, mother, I'm sorry for you. If there is an afterlife, I just want to be an ordinary person... "

After saying that, he died, and all his blood and essence merged into Zheng Xianlong's body. The remains rotted, fell to the ground, and turned into dust.

"Roar!"

Zheng Xianlong let out a shrill wail.

In the sky above its head, there was a faint blood light, rushing into the void, as if it had established a connection with something.

A crazy and cold thought followed.

"Shura Island?!"

Zhang Biao's expression changed and he quickly retreated.

He was very familiar with this kind of power, it was the demonic dragon formed by the whirlpool of demonic energy.

A connection was actually established between the two.

At this moment, Zhang Biao vaguely understood something.

The so-called Demon Shura Island is difficult to find because there is no key.

And this key is hidden in everyone's heart.

That is the ultimate hatred and anger.

Of course, you also need to have a certain amount of strength. Ordinary people, even if they hate it to the extreme, will at most turn into evil spirits. Powerful creatures will establish contact with Shura Island, such as the Qingtian Sword Sect who buried all their families.

With Zheng Xianlong's ability, it is naturally not enough.

But he was the eye of the Thousand Corpses Formation, and the demonic dragon was still swimming in the nearby air and sea, so he naturally successfully established contact.

This guy will probably recall the magic dragon again!

Zhang Biao did not expect that such a situation would occur.

But he knew that once the demon dragon came again, both the demon dragon itself and the Buddhist and Taoist powers who came later could easily kill him.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Biao immediately flew away.

"who?!"

He didn't bother to cover up, and his aura was naturally exposed, and even a Buddhist cultivator from the Vajra Temple rose into the sky to stop him.

"roll!"

Facing these evil monks, Zhang Biao acted mercilessly, the sun divine fire surged out, and he used the trembling power and the silk-winding power at the same time.

With his current level of cultivation, this method would be even more powerful.

The two monks were also masters at the Golden Elixir level. They forged the Vajra Dharma Body, and their physical bodies were as hard as fine steel.

In front of Zhang Biao, they were horrified to find that they looked like rag dolls, their whole bodies vibrating with energy, unable to use spells, and suspended in the air, unable to move.

With a flash of golden fire, the two of them exploded, their souls completely dissipated, and even their powerful bodies turned into black ash and drifted away.

This ferocious power made the monk below tremble.

Seeing that Zhang Biao had left the formation and jumped into the sea, one of the Buddhist cultivators shouted: "Leave him alone, Master will handle it in the end. Follow me to stabilize the formation!"

They really couldn't care less about pursuing.

At this moment, the formation of thousands of corpses was already rioting, and in the palace where Zheng Xianlong was, blood-red light was flowing, and the aura of terror was rising, making it impossible to get close.

"You evil beast, how dare you cause trouble!"

The Buddhist cultivator in charge of the bone whip weapon shouted angrily, circulated all his energy, and whipped the whip vigorously.

This magic weapon really worked.

The blood light in the hall flickered, and the coffins around them no longer trembled wildly.

Seeing this, other monks quickly jumped up to the Buddhist temples, squeezed the magic formula, sat cross-legged, and jointly suppressed the situation.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

With the sound of whips, the bloody light in the hall became darker and darker.

Just as the monks breathed a sigh of relief, the monk swung the bone whip again, feeling a violent force suddenly pouring in, and then the bone whip exploded.

"Oops…"

Looking at the broken bone whip in his hand, the monk's scalp went numb.

"Roar!"

Before he could react, a coffin next to him exploded, and a zombie emerged from the black mist. It had horns on its head, its face was ashen, and it had the vague shape of a dragon.

It was Long Huan, the leader of the Demon God Alliance.

At this moment, he had already transformed into a Nascent Soul-level corpse demon. He opened his fangs and mouth and bit off half of the monk's head in one bite.

Others couldn't care less about rescuing.

Because the Thousand Corpse Formation has completely collapsed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a series of roars, all the coffins began to explode, and dense zombies flew out and rushed toward the monks.

Among these zombies, there were many Jindan and even Nascent Soul level beings, and they soon swamped the monks.

"hold head high--!"

The vast roar of the dragon rang out, and a white-gold divine dragon was seen coming through the air, its scales and claws flying in the sea of ​​clouds, its size was getting bigger and bigger, and its body was surrounded by Buddha's light.

The cloudy corpse energy on the island was instantly dispelled...

Zhang Biao had already stayed away from the island, and when he poked his head out of the sea, he happened to see this scene in front of him.

"Monas Dragon Clan..."

He frowned slightly and could see its roots without using his spiritual eyes.

The Monas dragon clan is one of the Buddhist and Taoist dragons. According to rumors, it can change the size of its body at will. This appearance is similar to the Dharma elephant world.

Of course, the two are not the same concept.

This dragon just enlarged its size and used the Buddha's light it cultivated to suppress the zombies raging on the island.

However, Zhang Biao was not optimistic at all.

He knew that the real horror was not the corpse disaster.

Sure enough, a flash of fear suddenly flashed in the dragon's eyes, and on the island that he had originally suppressed, blood burst into the sky from a palace.

Rumble…

The palace collapsed, and the dragon's huge head slowly poked out. On its forehead, Zheng Xianlong's strange corpse was embedded.

The divine dragon showed no sign of resistance and turned around to run away. However, the dragon suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out blood-colored flames like magma.

Half of Shenlong's body was instantly submerged, screaming and struggling.

At the same time, a majestic force also came overwhelmingly, it was the Buddhist power guarding this world.

Zhang Biao returned to the island with his scalp numb, and immediately ran away with Yang Yueling, completely staying away from this place.

He was very fast and soon he was thousands of miles away.

Even though they were so far apart, the terrible noise coming from there caused a storm to rise on the sea and the sky changed color.

Relying on the induction of Buddha beads, Zhang Biao traveled thousands of miles and finally came to an unknown desert island, sneaked into the spiritual world and found the Palace of the Impermanent Bodhisattva.

"It's done."

Zhang Biao threw the beads back and said in a deep voice: "There is big trouble in this world, I need to leave immediately."

He was in a really bad mood.

Those fishermen, Li Fuer and his son, the people of Hailing City... everyone he met in this world was like duckweed, with a miserable fate.

This world is also likely to face destruction.

"Everything in the world is impermanent, and it is the disaster of the great road."

The Bodhisattva Impermanence still had the same hoarse and cold voice, "Let's go, I have already prepared."

As he spoke, he squeezed the magic formula at the same time as the people around him.

Rumble…

As the true energy flowed, the vortex-shaped magic circle behind her began to move again, and a familiar force emerged.

Dream evil obelisk?

Zhang Biao was stunned.

He did not expect that the Bodhisattva Impermanence also had this thing.

No wonder the other party allows people to sneak across. As long as you find a secret place in the Wangchuan River, set up a large formation, and place another Mengsha obelisk, you can teleport.

Phew~

The billowing black mist of Mengsha spread out and enveloped the entire hall. As the black mist dissipated, the hall quickly disappeared...