Chapter 700: Styx is dead, the gun is pointed!

Calm came too fast, too weird.
At the moment before, there were blood springs everywhere, the earth cracked, the blood sea was surging, and the sky waved. In the blink of an eye, it suddenly became calm.
The visions everywhere in the five continents were also fading quickly, almost in a blink of an eye, the blood was gone, the roar of the earth was gone, the sky was clear and the earth was bright, a peaceful scene.
Even the vitality between heaven and earth is a little clearer than before.
The monks who don't know what happened today are asking what happened in the Netherworld; the big guys who know the battle of the capital city today are all paying attention to the result of the battle.
But there was a dead silence everywhere in the Netherworld, there was no extra sound, no slight breeze.
The blood lake in front of Fengdu City can't afford any more waves;
Thousands of miles away, Yang Jian and the ancestors of the Styx River smashed the nether land, the vast sea of ​​blood was also without wind and waves, and there were no waves.
The sea of ​​blood, which was supposed to be filthy and evil, turned into a dead sea at this time, and the blood was so thick that it almost solidified. The fishy smell turned into a stench, making the already depressive atmosphere even more dull.
Jade Ding Zhenren stood before the Buddhist masters, Xuanyuan Huangdi stood on top of the Buddhist masters; and the ruined head of Fengdu City, the Yinsi Witch Club gathered here, ready to respond.
There is no rattling, everything is silent and silent.
The'Heaven', which is not high in the Nether Realm, seemed to be slowly pressing down.
Not long after, the atmosphere was dignified and suppressed to the extreme, and the seeming whimper made people feel chills.
Many of the lower cultivation base Yin Sizhong felt that breathing was a little difficult.
Carefully understand that this dead silence is also a kind of Taoist rhyme, just like the Taoist rhyme emanating from the Avenue of Death, and like the wailing of the Avenue of Blood when it withers.
A cry suddenly broke the silence...
"The ancestor... why the breath of the ancestor is gone!"
"Ancestor!"
All the Asuras panicked one by one, it was the panic after losing the backbone of the main body, and had nothing to do with the level of cultivation.
They rushed to the nearest crack one by one, and the small half asuras jumped directly into the sea of ​​blood to search, and many figures were already kneeling by the side of the blood sea pool, constantly crying there.
Finally, the movements they made made the air in the Netherworld a little ‘relaxed’, at least greatly reducing the sense of suffocation.
The strangeness of the Shura people suddenly changed the complexion of a group of Buddhist monks.
They are trapped here at this time, the second leader Zhunti has not yet recovered his vitality, if Yang Jian returns from the sea of ​​blood without incident, it would really be a disaster for them!
At this time, the Buddhist monks can only pin their hopes on Yang Jian and Styx who both lose and lose, and even die together...
"It is not suitable to stay here for a long time," Ran Deng said to the monks, "I will stop the real man Yuding, and you will fully support the saint master to leave the Netherworld, return to Lingshan, and open the big formation."
When he said this, Ran Lan's face was sincere and sad, and his expression was flawless.
"Ancient Buddha is not allowed," an old monk sighed. "The ancient Buddha is the mainstay of the Buddhism.
"It's better for you and I to shoot at the same time. If you can't say, you can delay the Yuding for a moment."
"Amitabha, sacrificing one's life to prove the Tao is also a practice."
Burning the lantern just drew his head, and all the old Buddhist monks showed the spirit of surrendering their lives, looking at the real Jade Ding with their eyes.
But at the beginning, I said I was going to fight Yuding desperately, but he got to Zhun Ti’s side with a touch of emotion. He made a Buddhist ceremony and asked in a low voice:
Second Teacher, today’s things are impossible. Therefore, it is better to go back to Lingshan earlier."
"roll."
Zhunti suddenly popped out such words, and the meditating saint opened his eyes, his eyes full of golden light.
Burning the lamp backed half a step, his hands condensed the light of the blue lamp, his face became stiff, and then he returned to his previous compassionate appearance.
On the side, a leading disciple sneered and said: "What about returning to Lingshan? Wouldn't Yang Jian dare to go to Lingshan? I think the ancient Buddha wanted to get out of chaos."
"Amitabha, the poor monk's thoughts on Buddhism are shared by all the Buddhas!" Tan Deng replied with some grief, but the person who scolded him just chuckled, folded his hands together, closed his eyes and rested.
Burning the lantern still had to speak, and was inexplicably surprised.
嗞
The purple-black electric dragon flared its teeth and danced its claws in the sky above the Netherworld, and a killing aura began to circulate in this gloomy world.
Zhunti seemed to have recovered as usual, and slowly stood up.
I'm afraid that only the saint of merit knows how his injuries are.
Put your hands together, the golden robes fluttered without wind, and the place where they stood was rendered by golden light; the golden light slowly diffused, and soon the Buddhist monks were wrapped in it.
The old monks chanted together, reciting the quasi-tidra.
This scripture originally used for blessing was blessed by the Buddhist monks at this time, making golden lotus floating everywhere in the Netherworld, which seemed to be a powerful ritual.
Click, click
Several electric dragons appeared in the sky above the Netherworld, but this time, when the interlaced lightning flashed, a black shadow appeared between the heaven and the earth, the killing aura skyrocketed, and the Buddha's light and the golden lotus were overwhelmed in a blink of an eye.
It was just the breath that caused the wounded old monks to vomit blood and made the chanting sound weaker and weaker.
The electric dragon flashed wildly, illuminating the undulations above the Netherworld and the ferociousness under the five continents, and the figure standing on top of the monks' heads became clearer.
This is naturally not the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. Compared to the ancient human emperor who wears the human emperor's armor and has the dragon spirit to shelter him anytime and anywhere, this figure is a little dark and cold, making people daunting.
Like a ghost crawling out of the abyss to claim his life, the monks with profound Dharma are timid.
Purple-black thunder continued to appear, shining on the man's long hair with blood; that strong but not half bloated muscles seemed to contain the infinite power to smash the world.
The place he was in was too dark, but his eyes, which were shining with cold light, were still extremely bright.
Bright as ice!
"Yang Jian!" A glamorous female leader of the Asura tribe rushed out of the thick sea of ​​blood and shouted to the figure in a sad voice, "Where is my ancestor!"
"Here," Yang Jian replied indifferently, letting go of the dragon spear in his left hand, and slowly condensing a water ball on the palm of his hand, and threw the water ball at the shouting leader of the Asura clan.
The water polo swelled in the wind, attracting everyone's attention.
Most people originally thought the water ball was a magical power, but when the water ball rose to half a foot in size, the shriveled corpse that seemed to be wrapped in mercury slowly appeared inside, and everyone took a breath.
Patriarch of Styx!
The ancestor of the Styx at this time was really too miserable, as if it was a half-melted wax figure, and his skin turned into a blue paste. These pastes were originally flowing blood, but the blood was evaporated at this time.
This corpse had no eyes, ears, nose, beard and hair, only a horrible open mouth with two rows of sharp teeth; a broken nose sword penetrated this mouth and also shattered the body of this monster. God.
This monster is the real body of the Ancestor Styx.
The ancestor Styx was originally the spirit of the sea of ​​blood, and it was reasonable for the real body to be somewhat horrible; but the ancestor Styx, who claimed to be immortal if the sea of ​​blood was not withered, had such a miserable end...
Many people subconsciously looked at the sea of ​​blood, but saw that the sea of ​​blood was calm and calm. Although they felt that there was something less than before, they still existed.
Yang Jian's voice floated far from the sky...
"The sea of ​​blood does not wither, and the Styx does not die? Huh, but so."
The Asura crowd rushed forward, trying to catch the corpse of the ancestor of the Styx River, but when a person just touched the water ball, the water ball suddenly burst, and the body of the Styx river ignited a black flame.
Is that... the fire of karma?
Never thought that the body of Styx would die away, and the body would be ignited by the fire of karma, and it would be turned into ashes directly in front of the masters of the Asura clan.
Many acts of unrighteousness will kill themselves. The ancestors of Styx have accumulated boundless karma since ancient times. When his Tao is still there, he cannot be moved by the Heaven;
He died, and after his body escaped from the water polo that Yang Jian released, he was directly liquidated by the Heavenly Dao, and he was considered unhappy.
"Amitabha."
Zhunti folded his hands together and made a Buddhist ceremony to the dead body of the ancestor Styx.
Yang Jian's figure slowly landed from the air, holding the Dragon Spear in his left hand, and the Yuantu Sword in his right hand that was completely settled down.
Hundreds of old monks gathered around Zhun Ti like a big enemy, watching Yang Jian vigilantly.
There was a sudden voice from the side: "Can you use it as a teacher?"
"No, it's fine for Master to rest," Yang Jian turned his head and said, squeezing a slightly bitter smile at Madam Yuding.
When looking at Zhun Ti, no longer conceal the murderous intent.
Yang Jian said coldly: "I'm very curious, I will mention what the second leader is."
"Yang Jian, you are crazy!" Ran Deng jumped out and yelled. Yang Jian threw out a sword light with his right hand. The sword light split the universe and disappeared, and appeared strangely three inches in front of Dian Lan, without waiting for Nian Deng to respond. , Was directly cut through the golden body.
With a pop, blood spurted from the burner's mouth.
"You have to die today, don't worry."
Yang Jian said coldly, already standing opposite the Buddhist monks, and took a breath.
Xiao Zhou Tian's star battle formation...the sea-covering formation...
The stars reflected Yang Jian's long hair dyed red by the sea of ​​blood, and the sound of the tide was endless, as if Yang Jian had taken away the only vitality of the sea of ​​blood.
Zhun said the saint's face was gloomy as water, and he said in a low voice: "I can't take a step back today?"
"If I don't rush back, will you let Houtu empress?"
Zhunti silently.
A young monk gritted his teeth and said: "The predecessor respects the strong. I have tolerated it in the West, but I still have to be crushed by your lord ~ ​​EbookFREE.me~ Is this fair to the West?"
Yang Jian smiled coldly and didn't answer. This young man who consciously owed him the position of a saint didn't need to answer anything at all.
Yang Jian slowly raised Yuantu Jian, Jian Feng pointed at Zhun Ti.
Zhun raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "The saint is immortal, even if you and I break the predicament today, I can't help it."
"Really?" Yang Jian Jianfeng swayed to the side. Many people looked in the direction pointed by Jianfeng and saw two red and black flames surrounded by the Asuras.
Yang Jian sneered: "The guy who said this is almost burned out."
"Yang Jian! Don't deceive people too much!" Zhunti had a few drops of blood in his eyes, but at this time he had completely ignored his saint face and lowered his position.
Perhaps Zhun Ti really has been in the position of a saint for too long, and really feels that the face of a saint is more important than a saint's life.
Yang Jian smiled coldly, did not say much, and took a step forward.
Dozens of veteran monks suddenly took action, and it seemed that they had already used the voice to discuss it. Only after Yang Jian had a change, these dozens of veteran monks formed the seal of the Great Buddha at the same time, spouting the six-character mantra, and went to suppress Yang Jian.
Yang Jian raised his head and laughed, the laughter was full of sarcasm and ridicule, letting the Buddha's Inka body, blasting with his mantra, standing in the complete Buddha light, just like the most incredible demon.
Then Jianguang rises;
Then the gun shadow fell;
Yang Jian's figure rushed forward, and afterimages appeared beside the monks, the gun lifted his throat like a gust of wind.
"Retreat!"
Zhun raised a cold drink and inhaled sharply, his body suddenly bulging.
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