This is what cultivating immortals is like

The power of the Ten-Eyed Demon is infinite. Perhaps the upper limit is too high, or perhaps it has been isolated for a period of time and has not been adjusted properly. Lu Bei has not yet found the skill bar of the Ten-Eyed Demon.

Unlike the Great Demon God, the more he used it, the easier it became, especially the first move that hit the Buddhist kingdom. He felt that no matter how hard he practiced, he could reach his skill bar.

But even so, it still can't change the status of the Ten-Eyed Demon in Lu Bei's heart. As the third...

As the first stage of the two stages of transformation, the Ten-Eyed Demon is arrogant and unreasonable. He can defeat ten levels with one force. A level A is his ultimate move. It doesn't matter whether he has a skill bar or not.

Boom! ! !

Kuimulang flew backwards into the distance, his eyes were lifeless, his flesh and blood were blurred, and the sinister energy lingered around his body. Even the broken sword in his hand had a lingering coldness and despair.

It is not like Taoist rhyme, but better than Taoist rhyme.

In the void, the Luan bird did not know what desperate means it used. Its wings dropped with colorful brilliance, forcing back the demonic energy that permeated the void. The great sun and the black magic sun with the five elements flowing faced each other far away.

"Hohohoho——"

The roar shattered the void, the five-element sun fell apart, and endless demonic thoughts condensed into the void, manifesting into a hideous and terrifying shadow of the ancient demon.

The great demon seems to have boundless weight, and it is difficult to find anything in the world to carry it.

There was a loud bang, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and the void completely collapsed.

The sky and the earth were spinning, and everyone fell down, escaping from the turbulence of the collapsed space, and came to a world with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

The demonic energy is unbridled, infecting this world, turning it into pitch black in the blink of an eye.

Luanniao looked desperate. He used all his magical powers and used all his magic weapons. Not to mention fighting back, he couldn't even restrain the ten-eyed demon.

The light and shadow changed, and Han Miaojun fell to the top of the mountain, looking at the ten-eyed demon approaching from a distance.

Troubled by the demonic aura, his bright eyes were completely black, with no white spots to be found. He raised his bare hands, his flesh was stained black by the demonic aura, his fingers and claws grew, and his blue and black veins pulsated.

The physical body has been destroyed, and the soul is also in danger.

On the verge of death, Han Miaojun calmly took out the magic mirror, looked at the demonized black-striped witch in the mirror, and began to count the scenes of his own death.

What posture should I use to walk gracefully?

"Lou Jingou, you are also a Mahayana monk after all. You are dead before you die, and you are defeated before you are defeated. Has your cultivation been in vain?" Kuimulang stumbled over, holding a broken sword in his hand and looking disheveled.

Looking at people is like looking into a mirror, Han Miaojun reacted and hurriedly took care of the messy black hair.

Of course, posture is important, and her hairstyle must not be messy. Even if she leaves, she must not lose her manners.

When Kui Mulang saw this, he was heartbroken and cursed to no avail. Then he looked at the ten-eyed demon who was far away in the horizon but very close at hand. He swallowed hard and said, "If the Di Tulang is still there, I can borrow the relic and use it." After dispelling this evil thought, the outcome is still unknown. It’s a pity that he disappeared at the critical moment..."

"Take it."

Han Miaojun opened his five fingers and held the relic that radiated the Buddha's light in his palm.

"Did you kill him?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get rid of evil thoughts for me."

The sudden appearance of hope, without any sign, was nothing more than a life-saving straw for Han Miaojun, who was waiting for death with her eyes closed. Even if there was only a glimmer, she wanted to fight for it.

If you seize this light, there may be a miracle.

Kui Mulang didn't waste any time, picked up the relic and held it tightly, lowered his eyes half-opened and half-closed, and muttered something.

He raised the broken sword above his head, and a orb circled the relic, wildly sweeping away the evil thoughts in Han Miaojun's body, and then...

Injected into one's own body.

"You use your body to transform into demons, and you use demons to control demons. You have some tricks, and your heart is cruel enough." Han Miaojun sneered. With the help of the relics, the demonic thoughts of the flesh were gone, but a lot of the soul was still left.

Engraved into the bone marrow, it cannot be eradicated.

Even if you can escape today, you will still be tortured by the obsession in the future.

Once it is difficult to understand, and then another calamity, she is probably in the Mahayana period where she has the most bad luck.

Not to mention Han Miaojun's self-pity, Kuimulang successfully sealed the connection between the relic and the original owner, and injected all the demonic energy in his body into it in one go.

Bang!

Between the heaven and the earth, there was a muffled sound like thunder, and the huge Buddha, as black as ink, stood up cross-legged, with his hands tied and touching the ground to subdue the demon seal, with a solemn treasure and a strong demonic aura.

"The monk of Yunzhong Pavilion is really good. I believe in you once, so don't let me down." Han Miaojun's beautiful eyes sparkled, and he mobilized the last available power to use the secret method to bless the black Buddha, and gave Kui a hard milk. Timberwolf took a bite.

After doing all this, she lowered her head and coughed out a mouthful of black blood. The demonic thoughts in her soul could not be suppressed and affected her physical body, turning into a jet-black witch.

"The feeling of being possessed..."

The corners of Han Miaojun's mouth turned bloody, and his eyes rolled into the dark whirlpool. He looked intently at the Ten-Eyed Demon and murmured: "It's not bad at all."

"Amazing. As expected of a Mahayana monk. He still has a trump card even now."

Lu Bei marveled at the depths entangled by the ten-eyed demonic thoughts. He could see clearly that the man surnamed Han had buffed Kuimu Lang. All attributes of the black Buddha were strengthened. Its strength was not only shocking in the past, but also today. It can also guarantee that the black Buddha will not die even if it is slapped by the ten-eyed demon.

Terrible, worthy of being a Mahayana monk who is in a greater realm than him.

Speaking of which, during this trip to the secret realm, Lu Bei was breastfed by three women in total.

Han Miaojun, Hu Er, Taifu.

Han Miaojun used the secret method of Fuluan Palace, Hu Er used the star battle formation, and the Taifu directly sent his demonic thoughts.

Looking at the body shape, Han Miaojun is a ridge and a peak on the side, bigger than Hu Er and Taifu, but when it comes to quality, Zhong Lingyuxiu's Taifu is not high, and a good mouthful of milk is far better than Han Miaojun and Hu Er.

As for Zhu Xiushi...

It looks like something, so don’t mention it.

Rumble————

The black Buddha and the ten-eyed demon faced each other from a distance. Knowing that their powers were very different, they took the first step to capture the Buddha's kingdom in their palms.

The sky and the earth dimmed, endless darkness shrouded the sky, black magic mountains were uprooted, Rakshasa occupied dry temples and recited sutras, Buddhism was reversed, and demons were everywhere.

Under Han Miaojun's shocked and ecstatic gaze, the ten-eyed demon shattered in response and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Incredibly vulnerable.

"It's strange that the relic is so strong?"

It shouldn’t be!

Han Miaojun couldn't believe his eyes, but with the facts in front of him, he couldn't help but believe it.

On the other side, Fox Er was so shocked when he saw the ten-eyed demon being slapped away that his tail was exposed.

The Taifu saw this in his eyes and said sarcastically: "Why are you so anxious? You don't know your adopted son at all. Watch carefully, it's not over yet!"

"Yes, I don't understand my godson, you know, after all, he is you..."

Boom! ! !

Hu Er was really about to say the 'your father' thing that he had tried so many times before. Suddenly, the mountains and rivers beneath his feet rumbled, and boundless ripples and waves surged in all directions from where the Ten-Eyed Demon disappeared.

Waves of dust sweep around with great force and stretch into the distance. A golden wheel of black light appears. The great devil has his hands clasped together. His four-faced face means compassion, joy and sacrifice.

The dark Buddha light rose up, suppressing the dust in the sky.

When he first saw this scene, Hu Eryi choked on his words and couldn't figure out who his son was.

Buddhism, demon cultivation, demonic cultivation and Taoism, each has a little bit of each, and each has its own attainments.

She couldn't figure it out. Complex systems were entangled in her body. If she followed a path that no one before her could take, wouldn't it be chaotic?

The ten-eyed demon exited, and Lu Bei entered the second stage of transformation. Because he was familiar with it, he could control the demon as if it were his arms and fingers, and he slowly and leisurely spread his hands clasped in front of his chest.

One finger to the sky, one finger to the ground.

"I am the only one in the world!"

The boundless demonic power penetrates many spaces, tearing the cracks in the space and turning them into ravines and cracks. While strolling in the courtyard, the final interpretation of the world is changed, and it is put into the palm of the hand for one's own use.

The magic sound fell, and the black Buddha stood still in the solidified space. The shadow split into countless small cracks and collapsed like broken ceramics.

Han Miaojun lowered his hands, and the last glimmer of hope he had ignited was disillusioned. He recalled the scenes from the past and muttered about the impossibility.

"How could he only respect the Sutra..."

"Isn't there only one descendant of Xuantian Temple?"

"This Buddhism is really my nemesis..."

In the early years, Han Miaojun went to Xuantian Temple to cause trouble, and because of his arrogant appearance, he was slapped. His evil side was suppressed and he had to eat fast and chant Buddha in the temple.

Since then, she has become much more honest, and she has also stopped being a womanizer.

Now, the evil side has surpassed the original body, and the two have merged into one and returned to the Mahayana period, and met the successor of the Sutra Sutra.

It's hard to say how complicated her mood was. In short, her eyes lost their luster and she no longer wanted to play with Lu Bei.

"My devil Mercy."

A demonic trumpet full of mercy sounded, like thunder, and the clouds flowed freely at the top of the mighty sky.

The giant palm covering the sky pressed down horizontally and stopped in mid-air, motionless.

The illusive method is true and false, and the demonic power passes through the body, scattering the black Buddha and knocking Kuimu Lang back to his original form. Han Miaojun's clothes are bloody, and the demonic energy is chaotic and rampant in the body, imprisoning the soul and unable to escape.

The next second, the devil's palm that was frozen in mid-air suddenly fell down, getting bigger and bigger in the eyes of Kui Mulang and Han Miaojun.

boom! ! !

Black clouds surged, the palm prints sunk into the earth, and there was a golden light of mercy hidden deep in the bleak darkness.

The Great Demon God waved his hand, and the relics floated into the air, hovering in mid-air. While spinning, they emitted a faint Buddha light comparable to a candle in the wind.

"Thank you for the gifts of nature."

The relics belonged to the Mahayana Buddhist cultivator, and King Yuanji begged them from Xuantian Temple in order to subdue Xinyuehu and recover the lost longevity seal.

After changing hands several times, it fell into the hands of Lu Bei.

If King Yuanji knew that Xinyuehu was Lu Bei, his mentality would most likely explode and he would lose control on the spot.

The Great Demon God held his five fingers together slowly, and the sound of thunder in his mouth exploded across the world.

"Om!"

The tyrannical will dispelled several seals with overwhelming force, revealing the origin of the relic and the imprint of the original owner's soul.

In the dark, a pair of old eyes seemed to stare, touching the black light golden wheel behind the great demon, and being silenced on the spot by his single finger pointing to the sky.

"Destroy!"

Under the magic seal, the relic turned into darkness.

The Great Demon God clasped his hands together, covered the relic and used it for his own use. Then he looked at the half-dead Kuimu Lang and Han Miaojun, then turned his hand and slapped it down with a palm.

boom----

With a palm fall, three figures fell into the void.

Han Miaojun, Kui Mulang, and...

Han Miaojun.