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Seeing the fake smile on Zeng Guang Buddha's face, Yong Ku felt a surge of anger in his heart, and his eyes turned red. He shouted angrily, "You killed so many people in the temple for your own selfishness. Don't you have any thoughts of repentance at this point!?"

"Repent?" Zeng Guang Buddha showed a surprised expression on his face, tilted his head, and asked in confusion, "I don't think I did anything wrong, why should I repent."

"The iron cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty is coming, and the gap between the enemy and us is huge."

"Even if I don't kill them, these people will die in the hands of the enemy in the end. Since they will die anyway, why not let them die more meaningfully. My cultivation has broken through, and I have received help from those people. The front of the immortal sect and the family was blocked, The inheritance of Zunfa Temple will not be cut off because of this. "

"Isn't this the best answer for the current situation?" Zengguang Buddha shook his head and sighed, with a helpless look on his face, "It's a pity that those people are too shallow and can't understand my amazing wisdom. They refused to cooperate and give up their lives, but asked me to do it myself, and finally ended up in such a scene, which is too ugly."

"Yongzhen, Yongku." Zengguang Buddha called the names of the two brothers and said very seriously, "It's not me who is wrong, but them."

"You! Outrageous! Outrageous!" These words almost made Yongku so angry that he was fuming. He trembled all over, but for a while, he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Fortunately, Senior Brother Yongzhen remained calm at this time. He said coldly, "Zengguang Buddha, you have made a big mistake and fallen into the devil's way. My junior brother and I will personally end you here and send you to the eighteen levels of hell, where you will never be reborn, to comfort the spirits of the ancestors in heaven."

"End me and never be reborn?" Zengguang Buddha grinned as if he heard a joke, and laughed out loud, "It's just two ants, roaring and threatening the real dragon in the sky. Don't you think it's funny? I'm just standing here, what can you do?"

"Really?" Yongzhen's mouth curled up a sneer, "You are still the same as before, too proud and conceited."

"Huh!?" As soon as Yongzhen finished speaking, Zengguang Buddha suddenly felt a strong and extreme threat.

He could hardly think too much.

It was completely based on subconscious reaction. The toes touched the ground, and the blood-red robe rolled and exploded backwards.

Boom!

At the same time

Golden Buddha light shone brightly on Yongzhen's forehead.

The sacred and vast Buddhist sound came from the void and echoed in the hall.

The surrounding halls trembled, and large pieces of dust fell from the ceiling above. It can be seen that the evil demons hiding in the darkness screamed in fear and flapped their wings, trying to escape from the hall. But their reaction was too slow. With a flash of Buddha light, these evil demons were evaporated inch by inch and turned into flying ashes.

In the golden and holy Buddha light, an old monk wearing a tattered gray robe, with a thin face and an angry face stepped out.

His figure was slightly illusory, and his eyes fell on Zengguang Buddha from a distance.

"How is it possible!?" Zengguang Buddha's face was distorted and he was shocked. "How can there be such a living Buddha with such cultivation on this skull plain!"

They are both practitioners in the earth fairyland.

But the old monk was just a spiritual mark, which brought an extremely strong sense of oppression to Zengguang Buddha.

Boom!

"Evil demon, be killed!"

The old monk spoke with thunderous tongue, raised a fist and punched forward.

It seemed to be an ordinary punch without any moves or styles. But Zeng Guang Buddha felt like a bug trapped in amber, unable to hide or resist, and could only wait to die. Under the crisis of life and death, Zeng Guang Buddha burst out with all his strength, but only slightly turned his head to the side.

Puff!

The golden fist light rushed through the sky.

Half of Zeng Guang Buddha's head exploded directly.

Crimson blood, white brain matter.

Before it splashed, it had been evaporated out of thin air by the power wrapped in the strength, turning into a wisp of green smoke.

"Success!" Seeing this scene, Yong Ku was overjoyed and almost jumped up from the spot.

"Wait a minute!" But his senior brother Yong Zhen found something unusual, his breathing was tight, and his eyes were fixed on Zeng Guang Buddha, as if he saw something incredible happening.

"Senior brother?" Yong Ku was surprised.

Then he followed his brother's gaze and his face became extremely ugly.

But he saw that Zeng Guang Buddha, who had half of his head blown off by a punch, did not fall to the ground immediately, but was suspended in the void, standing above the Buddha's lotus platform.

The blood-colored monk's robe rolled up and down in the surging wind, and the surrounding fire flickered. On half of Zeng Guang Buddha's brain, scarlet granulations continued to roll, and soon a soft and scarlet bald head appeared on Zeng Guang Buddha's shoulder.

At this time, Zeng Guang Buddha had lost the peace he had just pretended to be.

There was a murderous aura on his body, and the skin on his head was still growing. The blue veins and blood, flesh and fat inside were directly exposed, and his eyes were scarlet and horrified. Where was the temperament of the living Buddha in the world, he was just like an evil demon descending to the world.

"Well, you two rebels, dare to try to assassinate me, you should be killed!"

Zeng Guang Buddha was shocked and angry. If he had not broken through to the earth fairyland not long ago and awakened his immortality. Otherwise, the old monk's punch would have killed him instantly.

"One wrong move, what a pity, how hateful!" Yong Zhen clenched his fists, his face full of anger and helplessness.

After this attack, the spiritual imprint left by the old monk gradually dissipated.

The world turned upside down, and the situation was over.

Even if the old monk had a great cultivation, he was helpless and could not reverse the turmoil. In the end, all he left in this world was a sigh.

"Hmph!" Seeing the power left by the old monk dissipate, Zeng Guang Buddha's face was ferocious and he sneered, "I want to see, without this old thing, who can kill me! Who can still pose a threat to me!?"

"Die, traitor!"

Bang!

Zeng Guang Buddha attacked with anger and stretched out his hand to grab.

His arm swelled rapidly, his skin tore, and turned into a scarlet giant palm like a demon, driving a whistling wind.

Like a hunting Titan python, it spanned the sky, and the candles on both sides of the surroundings shook violently, pressing down on Yong Zhen and Yong Ku.

Bang!

First there was a loud noise, and then a sharp pain came.

The ceiling above the hall shattered and exploded.

In the backlight of the scarlet thunder, a burly figure, with a large amount of flying ash and wood chips, suddenly fell from the sky.

Puff!

The man stepped down with his big foot, and Zeng Guang Buddha's deformed arm exploded directly, and blood plasma burst out, splattering everywhere in the hall.

Then the man laughed loudly, and without saying anything, he suddenly punched forward with a long fist.

"Su Heng!" Zeng Guang Buddha's face changed slightly, recognizing the origin of the uninvited guest in front of him. When he felt the powerful force emanating from Su Heng's body, his pupils trembled again, and his breathing became rapid. He didn't have time to think about it, and raised his other intact hand forward as a block.

Unfortunately, it was completely useless.

Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, the strength of the two people was not at the same level at all.

Zeng Guang Buddha only felt like he was hit hard by a flying star from the sky, his arm exploded instantly, and then his chest, neck, and lower abdomen. The force whistled, and the whole body of the person continued to explode. It turned into a handful of scarlet flesh and exploded backwards.

The towering walls of the temple collapsed, and the buildings behind them exploded one after another, with thick smoke billowing.

Finally, the remains of Zengguang Buddha sank into a boiling pool of blood with a puff.

A shrill scream came from inside.

A large number of ugly evil demons about half a person's height, like bats.

Flapping their wings, screaming, and flying towards the sky in panic, casting a large shadow in the flashing blood-colored lightning.

The scene in front of him suddenly became clear.

There were gusts of wind, carrying the smell of blood, and Su Heng's clothes fluttered in it.

"You are a waste who doesn't know how to live or die. You can't even take my punch, but you dare to call yourself invincible. Who gives you the courage?" Su Heng sneered and retracted his gaze. He turned around and saw the two brothers Yongzhen and Yongku standing in front of the door of the hall, a little at a loss.

Yongku's attitude at this time was a little hesitant.

On the one hand, Su Heng was an enemy, but on the other hand, he really saved the two of them from the water and fire.

On the contrary, Senior Brother Yong Zhen reacted quickly, bowed forward, and said gratefully, "Thank you for saving my life!"

Su Heng noticed the spiritual mark left on Yong Zhen's forehead, raised his eyebrows, and soon knew what had happened in the past. Two little monks were really nothing to him. Su Heng did not intend to embarrass them, but just said, "Leave quickly, what happens next has nothing to do with you."

"Understood!" Yong Zhen said, "Thank you, senior."

Yong Ku opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Yong Zhen stretched out his hand and pulled him out of the hall. The two turned around and quickly disappeared in the bloody shadow in the distance.

When the two left, Su Heng was the only one left in the huge hall. The fire on the dragon pillars on both sides flickered, and outside, the Arhat sculptures on the wall had hideous faces and bloody lips and teeth. In the backlight of the blood-colored lightning, the atmosphere seemed particularly weird.

However, Su Heng didn't care, his eyes swept over these Arhats one by one.

Flutter!

A strong wind blew, and dark clouds surged.

Several bats on the eaves flapped their wings and sank into the low-hanging blood-red vortex.

"Come out, how long do you want me to wait!" Su Heng sneered, turned around suddenly, and stared at a corner inside the hall with sharp eyes.

There was nothing there, but the darkness was as deep as substance. As Su Heng's voice fell and echoed, drops of sticky blood fell from the broken beams, gathering into a scarlet pool on the ground.

The pool of water gurgled and boiled, and bubbles emerged.

Amid the roar of lightning, a figure wearing a blood-red robe, with a handsome and charming face and two horns between his scarlet hair emerged from it.

As soon as he appeared, the demonic energy on his body was not concealed, and it spread outwards, covering the sky and the sun. Large blood-colored runes emerged, and faintly resonated with the surrounding environment. Taking advantage of the time and location, its already extremely powerful aura became even more terrifying, profound, and difficult to fathom.