You have a good chance, I accept it.

Ye Lin looked at Wuchen in front of him and said contemptuously.

As he took the next step, the nine Buddha heads around him flew out one after another, golden blood flowing freely.

At this moment, the formation was shattered.

Tianxin Sword Technique mainly attacks the heart, and it ignores time, space, distance and formation.

These people use formations to deal with themselves, and naturally, I can follow the formations and use Tianxin Jue to deal with them.

Wuchen naturally has some strength, but it's hard to say how many people are left.

Once they are solved, the formation will be broken.

If they met other geniuses, they might be able to save it, but unfortunately, they met him.

And he happened to know Tianxin Jue, which specialized in restraining formations.

Seeing Wuchen's formation being forced, Qingcang's expression changed slightly.

Wuchen's formation is the most proud formation of Buddhism. Back then, Buddhism relied on this formation to forcibly convert a Taiyi Xuanxian.

At that time, the three major Taiyi Xuanxian Venerables in Buddhism came out, and they were assisted by the 108 True Immortals Buddha, who forcibly converted a Taiyi Xuanxian.

This move shocked the entire Demon Realm. After that, the status of Buddhism was completely stabilized.

At that time, he thought the Wuchen formation was stable, but he didn't expect it to be broken so easily.

"The donor is really kind."

Wuchen squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Lin. He felt something was wrong when Ye Lin used Tianxin Jue just now, but he could still block it with his strength.

But unfortunately, his junior brothers couldn't stop him.

"Come on, two of us together."

Ye Lin raised the Emperor Shang's Blood Drinking Sword and looked at the two of them with a smile.

If I had faced any of them before, I would have been extremely cautious, but now, since practicing luck, my strength has more than doubled, and I have reached the peak of a true immortal.

There is no pressure on either of them.

Only two of them together can put any pressure on themselves.

"Arrogance."

Qingcang's face turned cold and he took action boldly. No matter where he went in the southern part of the Demonic Realm, he was regarded as a supreme genius, a true god and an undefeated myth in his eyes throughout his life.

This was the first time that he was looked down upon like this. How could he endure it?

Wu Chen was obviously in a much better state of mind than Qing Cang. His expression remained unchanged and he closed his eyes calmly. He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name to himself. A huge golden Buddha appeared behind him.

"Well done."

Ye Lin shook the Emperor Shang's Blood Drinking Sword in his hand, and he suddenly fought with Qing Cang. The two had fought hundreds of times in just a short time.

Gradually, Qingcang fell into a disadvantage, and his iron fists were covered with blood.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, a melodious Buddhist chant sounded, and Ye Lin's body flew backwards as if he had been hit hard.

"Om."

The next moment, a strange sound sounded, and Ye Lin was knocked away again before he could stabilize his body.

Seeing such a good opportunity, Qing Cang naturally would not give up. He suddenly came to Ye Lin with an excited expression, and then punched Ye Lin hard in the chest.

"Woolen cloth."

Another strange character sounded, and countless golden lotuses bloomed in the sky. Every time the golden lotus bloomed, Ye Lin's soul would suffer a heavy blow.

"The six-character mantra of Buddhism?"

Ye Lin came to the distance and looked at the huge golden Buddha silhouette in front of him, which was extremely dignified.

"Come die."

Before Ye Lin could take a breath, Qing Cang came to Ye Lin again. He didn't care and punched out, causing the space around him to shake.

"This is interesting."

Ye Lin suddenly smiled uncharacteristically.

In this way, it is meaningful. If you can kill at will, it is not interesting at all.