The Endless Shuttle

"Surangama Sutra" Volume 8: "Ananda, all of them use the fire of karma to dry up, pay their old debts, and treat them like animals."

Whether it is a human being, a Buddha, a god, a demon, a ghost, an asura, or countless sentient beings. Only sinful people, those who bear karma (Karma), will be burned by King Ming's wrath, and eventually use pain to pay for their own lives.

Buddha's flame.

The Marquis of Vauban has usurped the authority of Fudo Ming Wangzun Bodhisattva - "Condemnor of Karmic Fire".

"I still remember the way you howled in my flames, "Steel" is not omnipotent, Salvatore Tony. "Woban cruelly pulled out his nails, and it only grew back after a while.

"I really want to hear it, your scream."

"Tsk..."

Salvatore smacked his lips in displeasure, without any hesitation, he directly covered the ground with his right hand.

"—Steel! Give all things a flash comparable to yours! Smelt, forge, and then solidify, turning this place into a world of steel!"

The ground under the Sword King's feet was transformed into silver steel, which spread continuously, and finally locked the Marquis' feet like a strong glue.

"Block your mobility, just cut you in two when the flames fall!"

That's all Salvatore could think of!

He galloped, pouring all the spell power into his right hand, to cut off everything in the world just like an oath.

"madness."

The Marquis of Vauban shook his head and said regretfully.

"I have obtained this power for a hundred years, and the rain of fire in the sky is just a way to use it. Could it be that you are really a flame that can only fall from the sky? Don't be so naive."

Hot flames emerged from the mouth of the marquis wolf, turning into countless fireballs and spraying out.

Salvatore, who was advancing, could only keep swinging his sword to minimize damage. However, some remaining flames still burned his body into liquid after the steel melted.

Just when the Sword King was about to lose his hold, a familiar voice came from the sky.

"—With my spiritual skills, let the justice of the world appear! These spells are powerful and eloquent. It is the sword of wisdom that calls victory."

Then, the "flame" was cut off by the "light".

Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Fury of the Buddha

Under the support of the burning clouds in the sky, Luo Pei gradually transformed from a violent storm into a human form.

He carried the brown victory wheel on his back, the pointer pointed to the "Warrior", and what he held in his hand was the Persian long sword cast by the "Light of Wisdom".

"Tony, I think I need to re-evaluate your IQ. You look miserable now, and you just don't listen to my advice."

Lo Pei looked down at the King of Swords who had almost turned into a silver statue with a look of disgust, and directly made rain fall in the sky, which was used as water to cool the forged steel.

He couldn't figure out why it was such a coincidence. A few blind runs were able to follow Salvatore's wishes, allowing him to meet the Marquis of Vauban perfectly.

If it wasn't for the will of the universe, Luo Pei would have written his name upside down.

"Haha... want to try your luck..."

Salvatore let out a long sigh of relief, and propped up his body with his sword. "The swordsmanship has improved, and I want to try it out to see what it will be like to fight the old man again. I didn't expect that he didn't play the cards according to the common sense, and he went straight to the flames."

Fear of high temperature is a pain in Tony's life, and power and power can't be compensated by things like practice.

And the "karmic fire" is not an ordinary flame, the more sinful it is, the hotter it will be, and it will never be extinguished. Although Salvatore has no intention of doing evil, but as a demon king, even the world recognizes him as the "evil" side.

——The same goes for Rope.

After the flame was cut off by the light, the Marquis did not continue to attack Salvatore, but stared at Rope in the sky with his animal pupils.

"A face I've never seen before... kid, are you a new compatriot?"

Mortals cannot resist the power of the gods, and only godslayers of the same personality can counteract or even destroy them.

Without answering the Marquis' question, Luo Pei descended from the sky to the ground, lifted the King of Swords, and leaned him against the steps of the hotel behind him.

"Leave it to me here, you are not suitable to fight with him." He whispered, and then gathered the essence of water from the air to treat the injured Salvatore.

"I'm sorry brother." Salvatore said shamelessly. "I may have spoiled your plans..."

"I'll settle the score with you when I get back to Italy." Luo Pei said irrefutably. "Now you stay here honestly for me."

"Haha...Understood."

Then he turned around and pointed the golden sword at the Marquis Vauban who had turned into a giant werewolf with a stern expression.

"I originally wanted to lure you to the sea before doing it, but it seems that the situation no longer allows me to do so. Next, your opponent is me, Vauban."

Hearing Rope's rhetoric, Vauban rubbed his sharp teeth and showed a ferocious smile.

"It really is you... the second king of Italy, the terror of the deep sea, the ruler of the raging waves. Almost all the news I have received recently are your great achievements. Forget it, there should be three pillars, right? You killed God of Disobedience."

"To be exact, it's four pillars."

"Hmph... In less than two years, he has already equaled the power of the waste over there. He is a very qualified junior." Woban let out an uncomfortable laugh.

"I just hope that you have the ability to let me go on a good hunt. Did you want to lure me to the beach before? Do you want me to follow your wish and let you take advantage of the home court."

—alms.

This is a contempt for the youngest son of the fool, and it is also the pride brought by the Marquis of Vauban's hundreds of years of hunting career.

No matter what the situation, he can handle it with ease.

"When you say this, you don't need it anymore." Luo Pei took off his coat and moved his stiff shoulders.

"I want to defeat you here, and let you sink into the shadow of "the enemy will be defeated if you don't use all your strength", this is my oath! "

"Little brat... arrogance will become a tombstone of death, right?"

"Return it to you intact."

"Forget it, let reality speak for itself."

From the incarnation of Apollo, the huge silver-gray werewolf raised its right claw, and its sharp nails pointed straight to the sky.

"—O Karmic Fire, burn the sins of this world! Turn this place into the scorched earth of the Red Lotus Hell!"

Scarlet flames broke through the dark clouds.

Under the spirit of Vauban's words, the "Condemnor of Karmic Fire" is like the Burning Legion descending from the void, with ominous and terrifying, bringing pain to the fertile land.