Chapter 1220: The devil is dead?

The entire Huaxia could see the endless golden light above Nanzhou City, but the monks around could only see the shocking scene, but could not feel any trace of divine power.
The Hexagonal Lock Boundary blocked all energy in Nanzhou City.
No matter what it is, it is impossible to escape, not even a particle!
The monks felt like they were watching a gorgeous silent movie, which was very strange.
"Isn't Nanzhou completely ruined in this battle?" Chu Yuanjie stood outside the six-party lock and looked at the golden light inside, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Even if the Buddha's strength is placed on the Xuanxiao Continent, it can be regarded as a strong man who can cross the endless territory. It is naturally not surprising that it can cause such destructive power." The Nine Heavens Demon Orb looked at the explosion in the six-square lock circle softly. Saying to himself, "However, I always feel that the power he used just now is a bit familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere.
"Have you seen it?" When the power staff heard the words of the Nine Heavens Devil Orb, a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes, "Where did you see it?"
It was the first time that the staff of power felt that peculiar power.
"I'll think about it, don't worry!" The Nine Heavens Devil Orb closed his eyes, frowned, and began to search his own memory.
The other magic soldiers did not make a sound, and waited quietly for the Nine Heavens Devil Orb to speak.
From the beginning to the end, they never worried about whether Zhang Ziling could survive the trick of the Buddha.
Although the power of the Buddha's trick "Buddha angers the sky and waste" is indeed ruining the world, it is still much worse to threaten the devil emperor.
The few soldiers didn't even feel any fluctuations in Zhang Ziling's breath.
It would be strange if the ant's full blow could bite a giant.
In other words... The Buddha's palm, which had accumulated all his power, didn't even breathe for Zhang Ziling.
The golden light in the sky gradually dissipated, and the sky over Nanzhou gradually became clearer.
The distorted space slowly returned to its original state, and underneath Nanzhou City was a huge black hole with no bottom.
The palm of the Buddha almost didn't blast through the entire earth!
The Buddha stood in this void, breathing heavily, his robe was already wet with sweat.
The palm just now almost exhausted all of the Buddha's power, and now the Buddha just flies in the air, it feels a little laborious.
Around this Nanzhou city, Yang Jian was holding Monkey King standing at the edge of the giant pit, his expression dull and his brain blank.
Just now... Yang Jian thought he was dead.
Bearing the full blow of the saint at such close range, Yang Jian couldn't find any reason for his immortality.
However, now Yang Jian stood here intact, not even his clothes were damaged, obviously he was not affected by any aftermath of the battle.
Yang Jian swallowed slightly, raised his head slightly stiffly, and looked at the Ruyi golden hoop that turned into a giant clock. His body trembled slightly, and he couldn't believe that the Ruyi golden hoop in the hands of the Devil Emperor was now protecting them.
"Wishful golden hoop..." Yang Jian said in his mouth, and couldn't help thinking of the situation just now.
The Devil Emperor sent the Ruyi Golden Wand into a barrier to protect them, but he forcibly endured the horrific blow of the Buddha.
Yang Jianguang looked at the bottomless black hole in front of him, and he understood the power of the palm of the Buddha!
"The Devil?"
Before he could think of anything else, Yang Jian came back to his senses and quickly searched for the Devil Emperor in the sky.
However, Yang Jian searched the entire sky, and even searched the black hole below with his sky eyes, but he did not find the figure of the Devil Emperor.
"The Devil... is gone?"
Although Yang Jian couldn't believe his inference, from the scene, he couldn't feel any breath of the Devil Emperor at all!
Except for the ashes, Yang Jian couldn't find any reason to explain what he was seeing now.
"Master Nine Emperors..."
Outside of the six-party lock boundary, the cultivators also searched the sky of Nanzhou City, but did not find a trace of Zhang Ziling.
Thinking of that frightening possibility, a sad mood filled the monks for a while.
Although they don't want to believe it, the facts in front of them... tell them all the time.
The nine emperors are dead.
Kyoto, Jingu headquarters.
Standing on the top of the Lingxiao Pavilion, Emperor Haotian calmly looked at the direction of Nanzhou City, his eyes were extremely deep.
After a while, the corner of Emperor Haotian's mouth slightly twitched and he walked away.
"It's over... The Devil Emperor, but that's all! Haha..."
The faint laughter echoed in the shrine, and then spread to the entire Kyoto.
Everyone heard the voice of the Great Emperor Vast Sky, and inexplicably grief in their hearts, as if they had lost some important Buddhist connection.
The Buddha was breathing heavily, first carefully observed the surroundings, and then swept several times with his soul. After confirming that there was no breath of Zhang Ziling, the Buddha breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, crazy laughter sounded in the sky, creepy.
"Hahaha...hahahaha!" The Buddha laughed, the more he laughed, the happier he became, and he became more and more mad. Unlike the previous magnetic voices, the Buddha's laughter became more and more violent.
"Ashes are gone! I have wiped out the ashes of the Devil Emperor! Hahaha! The Devil Emperor, that's nothing more!" The Buddha laughed, the violent holy breath echoing in the sky, making everyone fearful.
"It's really stupid. He even gave away the Chaos artifact when he was facing me. Isn't this just looking for death?"
"Sacrificing my life to save a monkey is still a waste. If I were the real Tathagata, I might be able to appreciate your behavior."
"But... now I can only say that you are stupid!"
The gloomy and crazy laughter of the Buddha reverberated in the sky, casting a haze on the hearts of the monks.
The Nine Emperors are dead... Does that mean that they have to go back to the gloomy days before.
Just thinking of this, the monks felt endless despair in their hearts, and many people even knelt directly on the ground, their faces all gray.
The Nine Emperors are the light in their hearts.
Now that the light is extinguished, the meaning of their existence...what about?
"The Devil..."
Yang Jian put Sun Wukong down, now he is still in a trance.
Although the Devil Emperor and them are enemies, but...Yang Jian's mood became extremely complicated when he thought of the actions of the Devil Emperor before.
As the first man who made all the gods of the God Realm have to unite and resist, is it really so wiped out?
Yang Jian still feels a little illusory.
Suddenly, Yang Jian felt that the laughter in his ears was extremely harsh.
Yang Jian felt that another hero was wiped out by the Buddha.
Just like the monkey more than a thousand years ago.
Looking at Monkey King, I don't know why... Yang Jian suddenly felt a little sour in his nose.
"Goku, let's go back."
It seemed that after laughing enough, the Buddha regained his kindness and said to Monkey King.
Since the Devil Emperor sacrificed himself to save Monkey King, there is no reason for the Buddha not to continue using this puppet.
After hearing what the Buddha said, Monkey King did not move, but stared blankly at the Ruyi golden hoop floating in front of him.
Zhang Ziling, wearing a black armor and being submerged in endless golden light, kept playing back in Monkey King's mind.
"Wukong?" Seeing that Monkey King hadn't moved, the Buddha couldn't help but frown, and called out again.
"Ah!! Me, my head, it hurts!"
Suddenly, Monkey King screamed while holding his head, his whole person rolling on the ground, his expression extremely painful.
It's as if the tightening spell is in effect.
The memory of Journey to the West, like a slide show, quickly played back in Monkey King's mind!