The living Buddha looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "My destiny is that my supernatural power will not be granted to me. Hahaha... you are finally defeated. Senior brother, have you seen it? Conquer the demons today!" After that, he recited the mantra.

, using his own life as a guide to arouse the power of Buddhist thoughts in the world like abyss and sea.

When the Buddha's light flourished, the old monk pronounced the Buddha's name, clasped his hands in lotus poses, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his body turned into a rain of light and disappeared without a trace.

And in the rain of light that was flying all over the sky, a Dharma form of the Great Sun Tathagata appeared faintly. The Dharma form was solemn and precious, and it was pushed out with one palm. It seemed ordinary, but it had the power to be everywhere.

Su He had no way to avoid it, so he could only take this move forcefully. He pinched it with his fingers, and the green lotus shadow on his body reappeared.

But this palm is not only the result of the living Buddha's lifelong skill, but also uses secret methods to inspire the thoughts and blessings of Buddhist sentient beings. Even the power of the green lotus cannot be resolved.

The Buddha's light entered the body, and above the green lotus, the green and yellow brilliance remained stagnant for a moment.

Su He's old injury had not healed yet, and he was severely injured again. A normal person would have been wiped out by ashes. Although he held on with amazing obsession, his body could hardly move.

Wokuotai took advantage of the situation and pounced on him, forcing Su He to the ground. The scimitar went straight to Su He's throat.

Hot blood spurted everywhere, and the scimitar was blocked by Su He's left arm. The blade cut deeply into the bone, and for a moment he couldn't pull it out.

Su He gritted his teeth, wiped a handful of his own blood with his right hand, and held Wo Kuotai's throat tightly. The dragon-shaped shadow was washed away by Su He's blood and disappeared on its own.

The shaman who fell aside struggled and screamed: "Golden Bloodline!"

Su He stared at Wogotai's forehead with blood-red eyes and roared crazily: "Look who I am! Who I am!"

Only then did Wo Kuotai take a closer look at Su He's face for the first time.

"Torre! You, you are Torre's child!" He wailed, with tears in his eyes, full of resentment and sadness: "It turns out it's you, you finally came to me for revenge!"

"Remember, I'm not here to avenge Torre, because you can't kill Torre!" Su He tried his best to suppress the murderous intention in his heart, for fear that he would strangle the enemy in front of him to death before he finished speaking.

"Hahahaha, you are right, Torre voluntarily died for me, so you should die for me too!" Wo Kuotai's face was red, he suddenly became fierce, roared and pulled out the bent gun stuck in Su He's left hand.

knife.

Su He was in pain, and his right hand that was holding Wokuotai's throat suddenly relaxed.

The scimitar slashed at Su He's head with a bloody shadow.

However, halfway through the cut, the knife suddenly hung down softly. The afterimage of Su He's finger still remained in Wo Kuotai's eyes, but his burly body had fallen to the ground.

Not far away, the shaman who couldn't afford to struggle shrank subconsciously: "Sword-controlling sword-killing!"

Su He's finger did not touch Wo Kuotai's body. His body was too badly injured and he could no longer kill Wo Kuotai with his bare hands before the scimitar struck him. However, his thoughts and deeds were

There is no trace of weakness.

This finger is pure sword intention, cutting thoughts without cutting the body.

Su He looked at Wo Kuotai who fell on the ground. Even though he was the emperor and was rich all over the world, he was just a unconscious and lingering zombie at this moment.

"I said, I am the one who slays the dragon." Su He whispered, his voice seemed a little weak for the first time in his life.

At the same time that Wokuotai was beheaded, an endless stream of resentment rushed into Su He's body.

The three forces of Tantric Buddha's Light, Boundless Resentment, and Qinglian Sword Qi used Su He's body as a battlefield, entangled endlessly on the Qinglian.

Su He dragged his heavy body out of the Mongolian camp step by step. At this time, his burly body seemed to be exhausted.

However, even so, the two shamans did not have the courage to take action anymore. They could only fall to the ground and watch him go away step by step.

After an unknown amount of time, a shaman broke the silence: "We, what should we do?"

Ogedei fell to the ground, his body still twitching slightly unconsciously, but both of them knew that the Mongolian Khan Ogedai was dead, and what they saw in front of them was just a rotten body.

Another wizard looked at Wo Kuotai who fell on the ground and said gloomily: "The Khan is old and addicted to alcohol. It is normal for him to have some physical problems and has nothing to do with us."

The two of them understood each other, looked at each other, shook their bone staffs, and transformed into waves of black energy that swept towards all the unconscious people in the Mongolian camp.

Outside Lin'an City, on an unnamed hill, a man dressed as a farmer in coarse linen clothes was sitting by a mountain spring. Several birds landed on his head, walking back and forth like a leisurely stroll.

Suddenly, a big man covered in mud staggered out of the woods nearby. He sat down cross-legged and said intermittently: "I'm here, I'm here to return the sword, but it's a little dirty." After that, blood flowed from all the orifices.

There is no more interest.

The little bird was still chirping.

The man dressed as a farmer stood up and gently brushed Su He's eyes, closed his eyelids, stretched out his hand, and a green lotus floated out. The three colors of green, yellow, and red on the lotus were in harmony.

The man held the green lotus in his hand and chanted to the mountain spring: "The guest of Zhao is wearing a tassel, and the frost of Wu is bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. It's over.

He took off his clothes and hid his body and name deeply. He passed by Xinling for a leisurely drink, took off his sword and stretched his knees in front of him.

Hai, holding a wine glass to persuade Hou Ying. Three cups of vomiting promise, the five mountains are lighter. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is full of vitality. To save Zhao, he swings the golden hammer, Handan is shocked first. The two heroes of Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City. Let the hero die.

Fragrant, I am not ashamed of the world's heroes. Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?"

In the 11th month of the twelfth month, there was a big hunt. Geng Yin returned to the Hulan Mountain in Tietou. Aodula joined the barbarians to drink wine, and the emperor drank happily. It was late at night. Xin Mao was late in the Ming Dynasty, and the emperor died in the palace. He reigned for ten years.
Chapter completed!