Chapter 201 The vast scorched earth
Black mist spread rapidly, covering an area of 10,000 meters in an instant.
Many real people were enveloped by this black mist before they even had time to fly away.
Several real people turned into a pool of pus the moment they came into contact with the black mist.
There is only one person named Huanmo Zhenren, a loyal supporter of King Chu.
He believed that the King of Chu was a born emperor, a real dragon born in the world.
In this dark mist, his eyes gradually became more and more fanatical.
The skin also began to turn from normal color to pale, with a layer of black and blue covering the body.
The power seems to be corrosive and will devour all living beings it touches.
"Long live my emperor!" Master Huan Mo knelt on the ground and shouted loudly. His own strength was only at the eighth level of Thunder Tribulation.
But in the black mist, it seems that the power he can exert is not weaker than that of Jiujie Zhenren.
The real Huan Mo stood up, dragging the black mist with him and flashed past, beheading a person in an instant.
The pupils of his eyes turned livid: "All things must rise and fall with my emperor!"
All the people he killed were originally under the command of the King of Chu.
As soon as the black mist appeared, Weiner and the other three dodged out of the range of the black mist and moved far away.
The other real people under King Chu's command also escaped quickly.
Others either turned into thick water, or were assimilated and corroded by the black mist, turning into this man with black and blue skin.
This black mist seems to want to push everything in this world to the end.
It wasn't until more than ten miles away that the black mist stopped spreading.
At the top of the sea of clouds, a terrifying coercion descended on the Yunlong and Fufenghu, and a shuddering aura continued to emit.
Blood and tears fell from the corners of King Yan's eyes, and the black hair on his head turned white in an instant as the black mist eroded him.
This side of the world seems to be in catastrophe at this time, and the frightening black mist continues to spread and corrode everything.
But Xie Que remained unmoved, but his eyebrows were a little more solemn.
He could already see that at this time, King Yan had completely perfected his evil dragon body by relying on his dual-pole heart.
At this time, King Yan was no longer an ordinary half-step Yangshen.
But the complete Yang Shen Zhenjun!
True Lord Yang Shen will be completely immortal as long as a single thought does not die!
It's just that the evil dragon body condensed by the use of special skills seems to contain a trace of chaotic energy at this time.
That is the breath of the bipolar heart source.
Perhaps it was the will of the master that existed in it that affected King Yan, or maybe it was the love and hate in it that impacted his heart.
Obsession, nostalgia, deep love, sorrow...
King Yan's expression kept changing, but he always looked extremely painful.
"The true Lord Yang Shen!" Xie Que took a deep breath and couldn't help but feel a little excited again.
Even the previous King Yan could not harm his current physique.
So that I don't know my own depth at all.
Now that King Yan made a breakthrough on the battlefield, Xie Que couldn't help but move.
I just don’t know how far the Yang Shen Kung Fu body in its complete form can achieve.
King Yan seemed to have finally come to his senses from his pity. He looked at Xie Que in front of him and said softly:
"I don't care who you are anymore."
"My heart has long been like a tree..."
As he spoke, King Yan stretched out his hand to hold the sword in front of him and shouted: "But this world has ruthlessly destroyed my beloved concubine!"
Xie Que couldn't help but feel stunned.
Didn't the scene between the black mist just now show that the Master committed suicide by cutting his own heart? What does it have to do with this world?
It seems that this complex body of energy and the condensed chaotic thoughts have indeed affected King Yan's sanity.
King Yan raised his broad sword high: "Now, I will repay you with pain!"
"Every living creature is a subject!"
A wordless panic came from the sword, and even Master Weiner and the three of them, who were dozens of miles away, couldn't help but feel frightened.
Just as King Yan shouted, the temperature around him dropped sharply, and the black mist around him stirred the cold breath.
A sword that collapses the sky, destroying the enemy's heavenly spirit!
Xie Que raised his hand to block, but was instantly knocked backwards.
There was also a trace of golden blood on his arm.
Black mist shrouded the scar, making it difficult to heal for a while.
At this time, King Yan was completely in grief, and his eyes did not fall on Xie Que at all, showing a different kind of detachment.
Seeing this, the thirteen real people who had turned into the followers of the black mist couldn't help but kneel down and shout out the power of our emperor.
"The Broken Imperial Sword!" A sad breath came from the sword in King Yan's hand, and everything in the world began to feel the sadness in it, and couldn't help but whimper.
The black light flashed on the imperial sword, and the black mist intertwined patterns of Tao and reason on it, as if it were a treasure that had just been born.
"It's a bit interesting." Xie Que licked his lips, and a stream of pure Buddhist aura came out of himself.
Accompanied by the Sanskrit chants, a trace of compassion appeared on Xie Que's face.
For a moment, Xie Que felt like King Ming was still alive, and the golden fire of anger burned around him.
This is the ultimate form created by Xie Que using martial arts combined with the realization of Bodhicitta, the body of the Ming King!
King Ming does not refer to a specific god or Buddha, but every god or Buddha takes the form of King Ming when they are angry.
Xie Que flipped his palms, and saw the wind from his palms instantly meeting the sword's edge. For a moment, the clouds and mist became chaotic, and the wind and clouds changed color.
The endless murderous intent completely broke out at this time!
The dilapidated imperial sword with flashing black light continued to exude an aura that made the entire world mourn.
Martial arts and Buddhism coexist between Xie Que's palms, and the golden blood represents his endless power.
During the collision between the two, the mountain rock at the foot turned into the finest crushed sand.
Even the rock springs buried under the rocks became steaming due to the high temperature generated by the confrontation.
Under the devastation, even those loyal members of the Black Mist could not help but change their colors and retreat continuously.
The battle between the two has reached fever pitch.
Each punch and palm carried extremely terrifying power.
One cliff after another continued to collapse, and a large hole was punched out of the dense sea of dark clouds in the sky, revealing infinite light.
"erosion!"
King Yan shouted sadly, and the power that frightened the world instantly emitted from the sword's edge, and the black mist became thicker.
Almost in an instant, Xie Que was completely swallowed up.
"clang!"
Like the morning bell in the temple, a sound of bell ringing came from Xie Que's body.
This voice instantly carried the endless pure breath of Buddhism, dispelling the black mist around him.
Xie Que's entire body turned golden, like a Buddha who was impervious to all laws.
But there was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The branches of the bodhi tree fell, and hundreds of thoughts were broken and replenished into Xie Que's body.
This made up for the part of Qi and blood that Xie Que lost during his fight with King Yan.
At this time, during the fight with True Lord Yang Shen, Xie Que also gradually realized what the Dharma Body was.
That is to use endless thoughts to invade every part of your body, allowing it to transform itself according to your own ideas.
Regarding the use of thoughts, Xie Que also became more and more clear.
The same was true for King Yan. Blue blood drops continued to gush out from the seven orifices on his face. The crown on his head also fell off and disappeared, and his white hair was scattered on his shoulders.
At this time, the earth turned into ruins, and there were no intact peaks within a hundred miles.
King Yan looked at the person in front of him solemnly, as if he wanted to remember him forever.
"The vast scorched earth!"
The black mist merged into the earth, and King Yan's figure actually became illusory and unpredictable at this time.
Xie Que struck out with his palm, but it was in vain. King Yan's body had completely turned into an illusion.
"The next time we meet... it will be when you die."