The sword was struck one after another, and each time the sword edge fell, it struck the gap where it was last time. The cracks were continuously superimposed and the cracks became bigger and bigger.

Suddenly, the body of the Rakshasa King seemed to shake.

With a crash, the entire arm suddenly dropped, disconnected from the shoulder, and fell.

At the break, the blood mist rushed out like a river bursting its banks, like thousands of horses galloping, splitting into two lanes and rushing towards the two men.

"careful!"

The empty monk offered sacrifices to the exquisite pagoda.

Wu Sheng raised his Buddhist sword and stood in front of him. The river of blood rushed over and was split into two by the Buddha's sword, flowing to both sides. Among them, an evil ghost Rakshasa opened his teeth and claws and rushed towards Wu Sheng, but was blocked by the Buddha's light from his body.

He felt that the magic power in his body was like a river bursting its banks, flowing away rapidly.

In the river of blood, a bit of blood light suddenly flew out, breaking through the Buddha's light, and suddenly disappeared into Wu Sheng's brain.

Wu Sheng suddenly felt as if his head was about to explode, and his eyes were filled with blood.

Ah, he screamed, raised his head and fell down.

"No life!"

Under the body of the Rakshasa King, when he saw Wu Sheng falling, Wu Nu stood up and hugged him.

The Buddha's sword fell from above and suddenly inserted into the formation.

Monk Kong came down from above. The light of the exquisite pagoda in his hand was dim, and his face turned slightly pale. He looked at Wu Sheng who had passed out in a coma with a solemn expression.

"Uncle, junior brother?"

"Hurry up and get out of the battle!" Monk Kong looked back.

Behind him, blood mist filled the air and surged like a river.

Wu Nu was carrying Wu Sheng in front. Monk Kong took out the Buddha's sword with one hand. The Buddha's sword was trembling. He held the Buddha Pagoda behind with one hand, and blood mist surged behind them.

In the big formation, the spells and Buddhist scriptures lit up like fireflies one after another. The bodies of the sitting monks emitted a faint light. Little by little, these lights formed a chain, like chains, and then crossed to form a sky.

Generally, trap the mist, and constantly break it into pieces and dissolve it,

It's just that the power of the formation has not been restored after the last consumption, and this time the blood mist is far more violent than the last time. The blood energy continues to break through the restraints and spread outward.

Behind Kong Kong, the blood mist transformed into a Rakshasa with a ghost face and fangs, and a Yaksha with wings on its back rushed towards him.

Holding the wooden stick in his right hand, he suddenly stopped and turned around. The wooden stick in his hand was raised from bottom to top. The monk's robes on his body were surging. He was like a god descending to earth. A sword light was extremely sharp and would hit the people who rushed forward.

All the illusions were destroyed, and the surging blood mist was broken and stopped.

Then he suddenly looked much weaker.

He turned around, quickened his pace, and chased Wuyou.

After leaving the formation, I looked back and saw streaks of golden light amidst the blood.

"Uncle Master, are you okay?" Wu Nui looked at Monk Kong and his face turned frighteningly pale.

"It's not a problem, it's just that the mana is consumed a lot." Monk Kuang waved his hand.

"It's Wu Sheng." He looked at Wu Sheng on Wu Fu's back. At this moment, his face was blood red, and a large drop of blood seemed to seep out from the center of his eyebrows. His brows were furrowed, obviously in great pain.

"Hurry up and go out and talk about it later."

The blood mist was drifting away in the great formation, and the physical Arhats, spells, and scriptures seemed unable to stop them.

Outside the main formation, in the main hall, the Buddha statue suddenly lit up, exuding a faint Buddha light. Outside the temple, in the pagoda forest, the pagodas emitted hazy light. These lights gathered together to form a

A unique force was transmitted to the underground demon-suppressing formation through the remaining formation, suppressing the surging blood mist.

Kong Kong and the others arrived at the Zen room, where Monk Kong Kong had been waiting. When he saw Wu Nu coming out with Wu Sheng on his back, his expression changed drastically.

"Wusheng was injured?"

"She must have been possessed by the blood mist." Monk Kong followed and said.

"Put him down quickly."

Wu Nu put Wu Sheng on the bed and took off his monk's clothes, only to see that his body was also bloody.

Monk Kong Kong stretched out his hand to open Wu Sheng's eyelids. His eyes were full of blood, without a trace of black and white.

"How could it be so powerful!" Monk Kongkong looked solemn.

"I'm afraid that the blood element has entered the body." Kong Kong said.

"Then what should we do?" Monk Kongkong asked worriedly.

"How about taking out the relics from the main hall?"

"No, that relic is extremely important. Taking it out may affect the underground formation." Monk Kong looked at Wu Sheng.

"The entry of blood into the body and the intrusion of the soul is a disaster for Wu Sheng, but it is also an opportunity. The Great Sun Tathagata Sutra he practiced is the most powerful method in the world to overcome the blood mist of the underworld. If he can wake up on his own, he will definitely practice

In order to make great progress, but it is really not possible, I will use the method of entering dreams to enter his sea of ​​consciousness." After pondering for a long time, he said.

"It can only be the."

Wu Nu carried Wu Sheng back to his Zen room and carefully laid him flat on the bed. Monk Kong and Kong Kong also came in.

"Uncle, junior brother?"

"Don't worry, he will wake up."

"Master, uncle, you go back and rest first, shall I stay here to take care of your junior brother?" Wu Nu said.

"That's good, thank you for your hard work."

Monk Kong Kong and Kong Kong left the meditation room,

"Senior brother, I'll go back and think of a solution."

"Um."

After walking a few steps, Kong Kong looked back at Wu Sheng's Zen room, then quickly walked back to his room, pulled out an ancient book from a corner, and began to read it carefully.

Although they entered the demon-conquering formation and destroyed one arm of the Rakshasa King's physical body, they did not feel the slightest joy and were all worried about Wu Sheng who was unconscious.

"Where is this?"

Wu Sheng opened his eyes, and what he saw was blood red. When he stood up and took a look, he found that he was floating on a piece of bloody water. The water under him was like blood, very calm, without a trace of ripples. Looking up, he saw an endless horizon, except for the blood.

,Nothing at all.

This is?

Sea of ​​blood, sea of ​​blood in the underworld?

"Why am I here, illusion?"

Wu Sheng waved his hand, holding the Haoyang Mirror in his hand. When he looked at his face, the golden light penetrated the void, but he still couldn't see the end.

He lowered his head and meditated for a moment, then Wu Sheng took a step forward, using the magical power of "Magic Foot Power", and walked for a long time. As a result, the surroundings were still the same as before. What he saw was only a sea of ​​blood. The surroundings and the top of his head were empty. There was nothing.

Color, no movement, nothing at a glance.

He wanted to jump into the air and take a look at a higher place, but found that he could not leave the blood water surface at all. It was as if his body was being sucked on the sea of ​​blood. It seemed that he could only move in parallel, but could not rise into the air.

"What exactly is going on?"

Wow, the blood river under my feet suddenly surged, and a wave of blood rushed towards me from not far ahead. The blood wave extended very far on both sides, and the edges could not be seen. It carried endless violence, the sound of ghosts crying and howling, raging.

It comes like a tsunami.

retreat,

He tried to retreat, but found that he seemed to have not moved, still in the same place, but within a moment, the blood wave had already arrived in front of him.

If you can't avoid it, break it.

Wu Sheng pulled out the Buddha's sword from behind, raised his sword and slashed it out. The sword's rainbow was several feet long, but when it hit the huge wave of blood, it disappeared in an instant and disappeared. It was like a light thrown into the sea water, and even the smallest splash was gone.

No.

Sheath the sword,

Wu Sheng clasped his palms together, and behind him was a phantom of the Dharma, several feet high.

He pushed out his palms violently, the Buddha's light in his palms shone with great momentum,

There is a move in the Vajra Buddha Palm called Overturning Mountains and Seas. Since what is coming is a sea of ​​blood, let’s overturn it!

The mood is high,

When the blood wave came closer, it was discovered that it was so high, over a hundred feet. The momentum alone made people tremble, uneasy, and fearful.

Under the waves of blood, Wu Sheng was so insignificant, and the Dharma behind him was so insignificant.

The mantis acts as a chariot,

The earthworm shakes the tree,

Even so, Wu Sheng still pushed out with both palms unswervingly,

Overwhelming,
To be continued...