Chapter 1747

"The old bald donkey is courting death!"

In the distance, on the huge white bone altar, a black shadow rushed up like a ghost, turned into a billowing black mist and swept the sky, and collided fiercely with the Buddha's giant palm of the monk Jingde.

During this process, the golden Buddha's light giant palm, and the monstrous black mist, clashed violently with water and fire. This is a duel between the two great supernatural powers of Buddha and demon, and it is also a head-to-head confrontation between good and evil. A little aftermath can destroy everything. , shattering the void.

If it weren't for the fact that this world was extremely solid and filled with terrifying blood, I'm afraid it would have collapsed on the spot. Even so, the blood mist in the sky was dispelled by two forces, and the whole world was surging with gusts of wind and trembling.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Jingde clasped his hands together, his treasured image was solemn, and a golden bell flew out of thin air. The golden bell was several hundred feet in size, and the whole body was shining with golden light.

That Zen sound, vast and boundless, with endless reverberation, contains a kind of great compassion, great wisdom, and great mighty virtue, which is enough to slay evil and destroy demons.

"What a powerful Buddhist and Taoist power!"

Yang Xuan took a deep breath and couldn't help but marvel. This monk Jingde is worthy of being an ancestor of the Buddhist sect who has practiced for endless years, and his Buddhist and Taoist magical powers are extremely powerful.

"This is the six-character mantra of Buddhism. It was left by the Western Heavenly Buddha, and its natural power is infinite." Daoist Ku said solemnly.

"It's really a six-character mantra!"

Yang Xuandao, he practiced the six-character mantra of the Buddha of the Western Heaven, and the six-character mantra is the most orthodox Buddhist six-character mantra. However, monk Jingde obviously only mastered one of the six-character mantras—the Om mantra. !

"Using mantras to control demons and using golden bells to suppress demons, this method is also very defiant, at least I am far from being able to do it now."

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan had to admire the monk Jingde.

"break!"

At this moment, in the billowing black fog, a cold hum suddenly came out, and then the black fog swelled wildly, turning into a ferocious demon god with one horn.

The demon god was ten thousand feet tall, with a mouth but no eyes. A huge pitch-black mouth opened, and a suction force suddenly emanated from it, swallowing the entire golden bell at once, but it didn’t take long for the demon god transformed by the black mist to crash. shattered.

At the same time, the golden bell also disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

"This is the dark fog..."

Monk Jingde narrowed his eyes and blurted out, "Your Excellency is the Shadow Demon God among the Eight Underworld Gods?"

Legend has it that the Shadow Demon God, with a ghostly movement, is very good at concealment and assassination, and has also mastered a terrifying magic fog. This magic fog is the dark fog, which can easily corrode all the energy between heaven and earth.

"It's this demon, the old bald donkey. You dare to ruin my ancestor's resurrection plan, and you can't even think of leaving this place today."

A figure shrouded in black light appeared in the void in the distance. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, his body was incomparably tall, like an evil god and demon.

Obviously, that is the Shadow Demon God. In terms of strength, he can rank in the forefront of the eight underworld gods, and is extremely tyrannical.

"Shadow Demon God?"

Yang Xuan raised his brows and looked curiously at the Daoist Kuo around him, "Senior, do you know how many underworld gods are there among the eight underworld gods?"

"Eight Underworld Gods, also known as the Eight Demon Gods, are Underworld, Scorpion God, Snake God, Dragon God, Fire God, Troll God, Shadow Demon God, and the last Dark God."

While he was speaking, there were several figures appearing next to the Shadow Demon God, including Ming You, the Scorpion God, the Snake God Wanwan, and the Dragon God Fire God that Yang Xuan had seen before.

As for the troll god, he had already died in the hands of Yang Xuan, and even his flesh and blood had been swallowed up by Yang Xuan, so it was naturally impossible to appear here.

"Isn't there eight underworld gods, why are there only seven?" Di Jun Yaozu whispered, seemingly puzzled.

"It is rumored that the troll god was suppressed by the two ancestors of Daomen Yuanshi and Taixu under the demon-suppressing tower of Daxuan Tiandaomen's ancestral land. Now I am afraid that it has been refined into fly ash by the demon-suppressing tower."

The dry man thought for a while.

"The troll god is indeed dead, he died under the Daomen Town Demon Tower, and the person who killed him is the junior."

Yang Xuandao.

"You killed the troll god?!"

Daoist Ku and Emperor Jun Yaozu were shocked when they heard the words.

"The troll god has been suppressed for a long time, and there is only a wisp of remnant soul left. It can't exert the power of the heyday at all. In addition, there is a senior Taoist who helped, so the junior can kill him in one fell swoop."

Yang Xuan explained.

"So it is."

Emperor Jun Yaozu was suddenly stunned, but it was still difficult to calm down in his heart. Although Yang Xuan said it lightly, he was an ancient god of the underworld after all. Even if there were only remnants left, it would not be easy to deal with.

"The old ancestor's demon heart is about to awaken, and we must not be disturbed. Let's do it together and kill!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, Yang Xuan looked at the sound, and saw a giant standing in front of the gods at a glance. The light around the giant was distorted, and the whole person was shrouded in darkness, just like using a dark god's mansion, full of breath. It is more than one step stronger than the rest of the underworld gods.

"That is the god of darkness, and the ancestral god of the dark clan. He has mastered the power of darkness. He is the oldest and most powerful existence of the Ming clan. Even the old man dare not say that he will win."

With a dry face, he looked at Yang Xuan again and said, "Be careful yourself. When the war breaks out, even the old man may not be able to protect you."

"Relax, senior, junior will pay attention."

Yang Xuandao, he refined a drop of the divine blood of Emperor Jun Yaozu, and his bloodline has been greatly strengthened, and he is confident that he can save his life.

"kill!"

In the distance, with the order of the Dark God, all the underworld gods moved. Their eight underworld gods were born to be the most loyal guards of the dark ancestors, and would never allow any outsider to prevent the resurrection of the ancestors.

Boom boom boom! ! !

The war broke out in an instant. Among them, the Dark God was the fastest, and he faced the monk Jingde as soon as he came up, while the rest of the Underworld Gods also fought with the Ku Daoren, the Emperor Jun Yaozu, and the silver-haired old woman.

During this period, Yang Xuan had already withdrawn and had no intention of participating in the war at all. At the same time, the Divine Master of the Protoss also retreated quickly, and even faintly approached Yang Xuan.

"That bastard."

Yang Xuan cursed inwardly, just as he was about to use his demonic body to escape, he saw countless petals suddenly falling from the sky, and then a treasure ship bathed in colorful petals and descended from the sky. The treasure ship was hundreds of feet long and covered with many expressionless, glamorous woman.

Each woman, with cold eyes and no emotion, just like a puppet, bowed and stood in front of the treasure ship, and at the back of the treasure ship, there was a pink sedan chair carried by a few glamorous women. .

"That is……"

Yang Xuan looked up, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were completely fixed on a glamorous woman. The woman was wearing a pink dress. Although her eyes were dull, her appearance was absolutely beautiful. Ji Yuechan, who planted the red lotus seeds.