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Boom~

Nezha's body glowed with a pale blue light, like a phantom green lotus reaching toward the seal of Buddha from her six arms raised high.

However, the gap between realm and strength cannot be smoothed out by the belief that death is at home. As the lotus phantoms withered and scattered under the Buddha's light, the palms of Taoist Ran Deng did not stop at all, and still slowly pressed down on everyone.

Under the shroud of Buddha's seal, Zhou Ji and Yang Chan seemed to be in front of the torrential flood that was about to break the dam, teaching people to know its horror, but there was nowhere to hide.

And that little figure who resolutely rushed forward to block the gap in the embankment was gradually engulfed by the Buddha's light in Zhou Ji's sight.

"Nezha!"

Zhou Ji's pupils shrank, ignoring the remaining ashes of the coffin in his body, he stepped forward suddenly, turning into a ray of light and rushing into the Buddha's light in an instant.

"Brother Zhou~! Your injury is still not healed!"

Holding the lotus lantern in hand, Yang Chan chased after her.

The closer he got to the seal of Buddha, the stronger the suppression of the realm brought by Taoist Ran Deng became. Zhou Ji endured the burning pain of his soul, and waved his hand suddenly, and the diamond ax that had fallen in the sea of ​​clouds drew an arc and flew back to his hand.

Zhou Ji held the stone ax to perform the opening up and opening up the earth again, but the ashes were like a gangrene, eroding his soul and body continuously, and the divine light of the lotus lamp could not completely dispel it. Buddha's light, but when it struck Foyin itself, another fragment of the diamond ax that was already full of cracks broke away from the ax surface and collapsed directly.

Zhou Ji's arm bounced high, the palm of his hand was cracked, blood seeped into the cracks of the stone axe, and the diamond ax that came out of his hand was dyed blood red in the world shrouded in Buddha's light.

"Brother Zhou! Are you bleeding?"

Yang Chan hurried forward, seeing Zhou Ji's bloody right hand, her eyes were full of distress.

"It's okay." Zhou Ji curled up his palms and looked up at the rapidly recovering Buddha's light, and said in a deep voice, "Help me prop up this ax mark, and don't let the Buddha's light recover. When I just split the Buddha's light, I seemed to see Nezha gone."

Yang Chan pursed her lips, nodded and raised the lotus lantern. The colorful divine light that bloomed quickly filled the ax mark opened by the diamond axe. Palm, at the place closest to the seal of Buddha, suddenly split the Buddha's light, and saw the stubborn figure with six arms broken, still resisting the seal of Buddha with his shoulders.

"Nezha~"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Ji grabbed Nezha's waist and retreated violently. Before the Buddha's light behind him healed, he successfully retreated back to the passage filled with colorful light, but with the whereabouts of the Buddha's seal, even the light of the lotus lamp disappeared. It can stop the trend of the Buddha's seal falling.

The radiant passage in front of him shattered with a bang, turning into bits of starlight and being swallowed up by the more domineering Buddha's light.

Yang Chan snorted, if he was seriously injured, he would not even be able to maintain the basic body protection divine light.

After more than a thousand years since the Lotus Lantern recognized its owner, Yang Chan was the first to be backlashed by the magical power of the Lotus Lantern. She was weak and could only passively use the Lotus Lantern to protect herself, but even this innate spiritual treasure was 100% One of the strengths can't be exerted.

"Third girls!" Zhou Jiluo noticed something strange about Yang Chan, and quickly put Nezha down to check Yang Chan's injuries.

"Brother Zhou, I'm fine, but I'm a little out of breath." Yang Chan shook her head pale, resisting dizziness, looked at Nezha and said, "Where is Nezha? How is she?"

"Overdrawing the original source, I need to rest for a while." Zhou Ji glanced at the Buddha seal that was about to fall to the top of his head, and said in a deep voice: "Third girl, I will break the Buddha seal later, and then you will take Nezha away first." Don't stay here."

"What about you?" Yang Chan said with a worried expression, "I don't know the origin of the gray flames that invaded your body, and even the Lotus Lantern can't get rid of them in a short time. If you are not careful, you will be burned."

"Don't worry." Zhou Ji smiled slightly, and tried to reach out to caress Yang Chan's head, but found that the palm of his hand was full of blood stains, and put down the half-stretched palm, and turned to look at the burning lamp sitting high in the cloud with one hand holding the lamp and the other making a seal The Taoist said with cold eyes: "I will kill him first before burning him."

Taoist Ran Deng seemed to have noticed Zhou Ji's gaze, and looked at him with lowered eyes, with an inexplicable light hidden in his eyes.

"Third Sister ~ Big Brother Zhou!"

Brothers Yang Jian and Mei Shan who hurried over from the Nantian Gate saw the two people covered by the Buddha's seal from a distance, and immediately went straight to the area covered by the Buddha's seal through the clouds and fog.

For Taoist Randeng, killing one of these ants in the heavens is killing, and killing a hundred is killing, there is no difference at all. Since someone is rushing to die, and the monk is compassionate, he naturally wants to satisfy the other party. .

A series of invisible air mechanisms locked everyone one by one.

In the dark, whether it is Yang Jian, the Meishan brothers, or the Xiaotian dog, there is a premonition that death is approaching in an instant.

There was no hesitation, and there was no pause in the footsteps.

The guards stood in front of Zhou Ji and Yang Chan, not giving an inch.

Yang Jian noticed Nezha, who was overdrawn and fell into a coma, squatted down halfway, showing a trace of respect, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhou, I'm late."

"It's not too late, it's time."

Zhou Ji nodded and said: "Erlang, I will take care of it here, and the third girl and Nezha will be handed over to you."

Zhou Ji looked around at everyone, took a deep look at Nezha, paused for a moment on Yang Chan, and finally moved back to Yang Jian, "Forget it, it's nothing. In short, you all take care."

"Brother Zhou!" Yang Chan seemed to have guessed something, the color faded from her already pale pretty face, she subconsciously took a step forward, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Zhou is leaving?"

Zhou Ji was silent for a moment and said: "Buddhism has already been eyeing me. The one in front of me is just a projection of the ancient Buddha of Ran Deng. Defeating him will only attract the deity to come forward. I haven't made any plans to face the deity of Ran Deng. Staying in this world will only implicate you."

"Who does Brother Zhou think of us? It doesn't matter whether he lights the lamp or not, so many of us are afraid that he won't succeed!" Mei Shan's sixth son said angrily.

Yang Jian raised his hand to interrupt Meishan's sixth child, and he also wanted to say that he was not afraid of getting involved.

In this world, Zhou Ji has helped him and their family too much, whether it is kindness or brotherhood, he is willing to go through life and death for Brother Zhou.

But he knew better.

If Brother Zhou was forcibly persuaded to stay, it would be better to say that Brother Zhou was dragging Brother Zhou down rather than Brother Zhou.

Yang Jian closed his eyes slightly, and opened them slowly, resisting the unwillingness and frustration in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Zhou, you have to take care too!"

Zhou Ji smiled and nodded slightly.

"It's great to see you again before I leave."

Youyuan's words spread to everyone's ears along with a floating and expanding square formation. The originally majestic and invincible Buddha seal slowly fell on the formation, and an invisible wave spread out. There is nothing unusual in the air, but in the perception of everyone, it seems that the world is distorted and deformed. This illusion of turning the world upside down and distorting light and shadow seems to bring their qi and blood to flow upstream, and their souls are constantly shaking.

puff~

The weakest Meishan Lao Liu was the first to spit out a mouthful of blood while holding his chest, and the others were also a little wobbly and unsteady.

Yang Chan hugged Nezha to protect her in her arms, silently recited the Lotus Lantern Dharma, and aroused the colorful divine light to stabilize everyone.

Yang Jian barely stood still holding the three-pointed two-edged knife, looked at Brother Zhou who was floating up in the air with a pale face, with a bit of shock and loss, and murmured: "This is the real thing that Brother Zhou is hiding. strength?"

I thought that Zhou Ji had retreated twice and hadn't entered the immortal way, and that he had been in trouble for more than a thousand years and could not make an inch of progress.

As Erlang Xianshengzhenjun, he has already caught up with the elder brother Zhou whom he once admired, but now it seems that Yang Jian has really realized the difference in strength between the two.

The current battle is indeed beyond their ability to participate. Although Yang Jian is unwilling, there is nothing he can do. Right now, the seal of Buddha is blocked by the square formation, and Taoist Burning Lamp's qi lock has also been released.

If you don't leave at this time, if you stay, Brother Zhou will have some scruples.

So Yang Jian gritted his teeth, protected Nezha Yang Chan, and motioned for the Meishan brothers Xiao Tiangou to follow.

Zhou Ji caught a glimpse of the crowd walking away from the corner of his eyes, sighed softly, and looked back at the Taoist who was holding the coffin lamp.

Taoist Ran Deng ignored Yang Jian and Yang Chan's departure. Ever since the square formation rose from Zhou Ji's palm, all his attention was focused on the faintly visible phantom of the formation that enveloped the two of them. .

"The Immortal Execution Sword Formation."

Daoist Lantern's face seemed sad and happy, and even the flame of the wick kept flickering.

"Infinite Life Buddha, the poor monk's perception at that time was indeed not an illusion! One of the Four Swords of Jade Immortal, the Jade Immortal Sword, is indeed in your hands!"

Taoist Ran Deng seems to have a compassionate heart, and his gentle tone reveals the confidence and calmness that cannot be rejected by others: "Benefactor, this thing is destined for me."

"As expected of you, this shamelessness really has the essence of Western religion." Zhou Ji smiled indifferently, looked at the burning Taoist calmly and said: "However, this sword is indeed destined for you."

As Zhou Ji said, he stretched out his hand into the void, and slowly drew out a simple and fierce long sword.

As the sword blade appeared in this world, a kind of innate evil spirit from the beginning of the ancient chaos overflowed with the sword body. Fortunately, this is the fourth heaven of the world of desire.

Zhou Jijian pointed at the lamp, and said the second half of the sentence: "To die under this sword is the fate between you and it."

Taoist Ran Deng knew that once there was too much commotion, there would be other great powers who would notice the existence of the Zhuxian Sword Formation and Zhuxian Sword, so without any hesitation, he sensed the ashes of the coffin remaining in Zhou Ji's body and planned to hold up the coffin lamp Burn him directly to ashes.

However, just before he aroused Huiyan, he suddenly looked down at himself, and saw a peerless fierce sword exuding innate evil spirit protruding from his chest. The Four Swords of Zhu Xian is not even mentioned in front of him.

Taoist Ran Deng's pupils trembled. Although he didn't see the hilt of the sword, he recognized the origin of the sword from the three-foot sword edge protruding from his chest.

"You have the Juexian sword! I didn't expect that you not only have Zhu Xian, but you also have the Juexian sword in your hand!"

The sword light flashed in front of him, his eyes suddenly moved up, and then spun in mid-air.

Seeing the corpse that quickly vanished into thin air, Daoist Ran Deng was horrified, but he didn't feel the slightest sense of frustration.

In the final analysis, he is just a projection of the deity, as long as the deity knows the whereabouts of Zhu Xianjian and Jue Xianjian, it is worth it.

Before his consciousness faded away, Daoist Ran Deng tried his best to send the last remaining thought back to his deity.

Just before he broke the barrier of the world, the space in front of him shattered, and what he saw in the crack was not the deity of the prehistoric world, but a dark and boundless gap in space.

Before he had time to think about it, Taoist Ran Deng buried his head in it. Zhou Ji didn't expect Taoist Ran Deng to have such means. He glanced at the direction where Yang Jian and Yang Chan were going away, and turned to look at the gap in the space full of unknowns.

Although it is different from what he expected to split the void and return to the square formation, what is more important right now is to erase the last ray of thought of Taoist Ran Deng.

Zhou Ji took a step forward and disappeared into the space gap that was constantly being repaired.

The Prelude to the Lotus Lantern ends

(As usual, this volume will have an "epilogue", focusing on explaining the problems of this volume and the outlook for the next volume.)