Chapter 859: The man was killed by the evil monk and the devil Buddha. What does it have to do with me, the students of Jixia?
Blood shot up into the sky, covering the sky and the sun. Sounds and shadows attacked the heart, shocking the empty space. It was neither a demon nor a saint, and seemed both real and unreal.
The skull has white hair and the Buddha holds a demonic knife transformed from the [Blade of the Abyss]. The blade is blue and red, inlaid with blue and red diamonds, with red barbs on both sides of the rhino horn. There is a red and blue sharp corner and a ghost head on one end of the blade, and two ghost heads connected on the other side, with sharp corners on the top. The blade tip is a blood-red ruby. The handle also has a ghost head and sharp corners, and a spell with black characters is tied behind the handle.
Like a Buddha or a demon, wherever the Buddha stands, the heaven and earth quickly turn into an endless purgatory. Thousands of evil ghosts cry out, and waves of screams come, which make the Fourth Prince and his entourage shocked and unable to control themselves.
The monk took each step with great force, causing the ground to crack and the mountains to collapse. The mountains were frightened and the earth was shaking.
The monk has long flowing hair and a strange pattern between his eyebrows. He holds a magic sword transformed from [Blood Thorn] in his hand. The sword body is engraved with the Six-Syllable Mantra to suppress the evil nature, and the hilt is engraved with the image of Buddha, just like a staff.
A Buddha and a monk surrounded the Four Princes and others from the front and back, making the Twelve Yuanchen and others dare not act rashly. The heinous murderous deeds of the monk and the Buddha in front of them were not illusions, and any slight movement would bring about endless killing power.
Knowing that the visitor had bad intentions, the Fourth Prince silently practiced the Purple Dragon Qi Meridian Method. The secret technique passed down by the Northern Qi royal family naturally had its own unique features. The purple energy turned into a dragon and kept wandering around the Fourth Prince's body, helping him resist the suppression of the monk and the Buddha's aura.
Looking closely, the purple dragon had no horns and only two claws. It was not a real dragon, but a Jiaolong.
"I don't know where the two monks are practicing, and why they are blocking my path."
The pressure exerted by the monk and the Buddha was so strong that the Fourth Prince did not dare to claim victory even if there was only one of them, not to mention that there were two people surrounding him.
Two masters with unfathomable skills who can cause strange phenomena in heaven and earth with just their aura.
The Buddha's voice was like a saint and a demon, ethereal, strange and mixed, attracting the demons in people's hearts, "leading the dark tide to engulf the city for his own selfish desires, and the people suffered heavy casualties."
As he spoke, the Buddha ignored the Fourth Prince's intention and looked at the monk, "What do you think?"
The monk's black hair danced wildly in the wind. He raised his palm, condensed the Buddha's essence in his palm, and answered with only one word: "Kill!"
With an angry roar, the black-haired monk gathered his palms together domineeringly, and with one palm, a three-meter-long giant palm condensed with Buddha's energy was released, killing the Fourth Prince and others.
Seeing that the other party had made the move to kill, they knew that there would be no peaceful ending today, so the remaining twelve Yuanchen took action immediately.
Palm shadows, sword lights, knife auras, spear gleams...
The remaining twelve Yuan Chen cooperated with each other, and the moves blended like milk and water. The power increased by more than several times in an instant, and turned into a stream of light that wanted to break the Buddha's light handprint.
But the black-haired monk raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Naive!"
As soon as the words fell, the two sides' moves collided, and the Buddha's light suddenly showed an absolutely domineering posture. The extreme Buddha Yuan Zhen dispersed the offensive, and the remaining force was imprinted on the two Twelve Yuan Chen. Immediately, the bodies of the two men exploded, and dissipated into a blood mist all over the sky.
After losing two people again, the Twelve Yuan Chen could no longer withstand the killing of the black-haired monk. He condensed the holy energy in his chest, and the powerful sound waves ignored all the defenses of the Twelve Yuan Chen and hit them all. In an instant, all the meridians of the Twelve Yuan Chen were broken, and their bodies exploded into blood clots all over the sky.
Seeing all his men killed tragically, the Fourth Prince no longer cared about that. The Buddha holding the butcher knife had disappeared.
But this did not mean that the other party was retreating. The Fourth Prince only felt a chill wandering around his body. It was a crisis of death and an invitation to the endless purgatory.
“Drink!”
With a loud shout, he was surrounded by purple air. While the dragon was protecting him, one could even vaguely see the purple dragon growing horns. It actually turned into a dragon at this critical moment of life and death.
but……
"How can an evil dragon that harms the people transform into a dragon?!"
The blade went from being thin to being thick, passing through the gap between the purple air and the dragon, and the sharp blade cut the Fourth Prince's neck. There was a flash of the blade, and the Fourth Prince half-knelt on the ground, a trace of blood appeared, and his head fell to the ground.
There were no extra words, nor any decent resistance. Under the slaughter of the monk and the Buddha, the Fourth Prince and his twelve Yuanchen were killed in less than an hour before their souls returned to the underworld.
Ambition, desire, hegemony, everything is buried in the dust and no longer exists.
The black-haired monk looked at the relatively intact body of the Fourth Prince and asked, "Do you want to clean it up?"
"No need." The Buddhist shook his head and rejected the proposal. "The Fourth Prince's plan went wrong. After he escaped from the Dark Tide, he was killed by two passing demon monks and demon Buddhas. He had nothing to do with Mo Cheng, the Taoist and Confucian student from Jixia who was resisting the Dark Tide in the city."
As he spoke, seeing the body of the Twelve Yuanchen whose largest fragment was less than the size of a palm, the Buddha shook his head helplessly, "It will be difficult to identify your body after you exploded like this. Fortunately, I didn't leave the Fourth Prince to you to deal with."
If the Fourth Prince were to be handed over to the black-haired monk, it was doubtful whether he would be able to leave behind any fragments sufficient to identify his identity.
"Then return to your original form. It may be inconvenient to walk outside for too long."
As they spoke, the two of them turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the sky.
All that was left were pieces of corpses scattered all over the ground and the beheaded body of the Fourth Prince.
…
On the other side, after the Fourth Prince and others escaped, the prefect Zhang Junmao also turned his attention back to the undercurrent in front of him.
When the Fourth Prince turned around and ran, Zhang Junmao knew that he had no way to do anything to the Fourth Prince. The power of dragon and tiger energy is relatively inert, and once it is far away from the jurisdiction of the prefect, its power will be greatly reduced.
Rather than settling accounts with the Fourth Prince, what is more important now is to drive the Undertide out of the city, or even destroy this Undertide.
"Scholar, I am the local prefect Zhang Junmao. How many times can you trigger that thunderbolt?"
There is not much dragon and tiger energy left in the official seal. If one wants to drive the undercurrent out of the city, he must borrow the power of others.
As for Mo Cheng, the thunder that had just directly created a hole in the dark tide, he was naturally the best person for Prefect Zhang to seek help from.
"It can be activated once more."
"Not enough." Prefect Zhang shook his head immediately. "I don't have much dragon and tiger energy left in my official seal. If I can't drive away the dark tide with one strike, then it's only a matter of time before the whole city is engulfed by it."
The dragon and tiger energies that were mobilized at the beginning were to suppress the undercurrent and at the same time rescue the people who were swallowed up by the undercurrent. After all, if there were no people living in the city, it would be nothing more than a pile of stones and wood.
In the assessment of prefects, the population size of the place they govern is also a huge scoring factor.
Mo Cheng paused, closed his eyes, and then opened them again, his eyes full of determination, "I can still trigger the thunder three more times, I wonder..."
"Three times, that's enough." Prefect Zhang took out the official seal and smashed it hard on his left hand. Blood immediately flowed out. The blood dripped into the official seal but disappeared quickly, as if it was absorbed by the seal. "Add to that, burning twenty years of my lifespan, and it will be enough to drive away the dark tide!"
