In an instant.
The white light was dazzling, and a white palm print of about three meters in size whistled past. The two swords were smashed into pieces and scattered on the ground, but this white palm print did not lose its momentum as it smashed towards Zuo Qianhu and the others.
"Quickly dodge!" Zuo Qianhu looked at the ten-foot-long palm print in shock and jumped to the side. Hong, although he dodged, the dozens of soldiers behind him bled from the face and died from the shock.
He could kill demons, but he could also kill people.
This was one of the few powerful spells in the ancient book that Kong Wenjun had obtained.
"Who are you? How dare you rob the prison carriage?" Zuo Qianhu shouted, his hands reaching out and pulling out two long swords from his back. With a few steps, he leapt into the air like a great roc spreading its wings, his two swords flashing with a cold light as they went straight for Kong Wenjun's throat and heart.
Kong Wenjun chuckled and opened the folding fan in his hand. With a slight flap, a gust of wind blew out. In an instant, Zuo Qianhu was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. He crashed into the cliff and died with his head tilted.
"I didn't have the intention to kill you.”Kong Wenjun sighed softly. He waved the folding fan in his hand gently, but his gaze was directed towards the north. There was a group of people running over quickly.
Following the death of the Left Thousand Households, Autumn Leaf leaped out from the cliff and struck out with his palms repeatedly. Bolts of lightning struck out, and the Embroidered Uniform Guards were charred black and fell to the ground, dead.
"Save father first." Fu Qingfeng, who was wearing a white dress, slowly descended from the cliff like a fairy with a long sword in his hand. He said to his sister and the six guards who had jumped down together.
Putting aside the fact that they had saved Fu Tianchou, Kong Wenjun's expression was slightly solemn. He stepped on the ground with his right foot and flew in the direction of the group of people.
……
The sound of gongs and drums echoed throughout the sky, and the only thing missing was the sound of firecrackers. A group of gorgeously dressed monks formed a guard of honor and swaggered through the city. In the middle of the guard of honor was a sedan chair. Inside the sedan chair sat an old monk with a pointy mouth and monkey-like cheeks. He wore a light red robe and looked like a Tibetan trumpet monk.
"Centipede demon, I've really searched everywhere for you. I didn't expect to meet you here.”Kong Wenjun stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back and sneered at the guards of honor.
That's right.
The guards of honor were all demons, and the monkey-faced old monk was the thousand-year-old centipede demon, the so-called national master Cihang Pudu.
"How dare you not kneel when you see the state preceptor?”A small monk shouted angrily. Suddenly, his figure disappeared.
Seeing this.
Kong Wenjun narrowed his eyes slightly, and the folding fan in his hand swept to the right, leaving a trail of afterimages behind. With a puchi sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the void. The little monk's body had appeared beside Kong Wenjun just now, but he had been smashed into the ground by a huge force. He had been smashed into pieces, turning into a small lizard twitching on the ground.
"Go." With a loud shout, the guards of honor put down their instruments, pulled out their swords, and disappeared.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Moments later.
Suddenly, the sound of countless sharp swords stabbing at Kong Wenjun could be heard.
"Invisibility? It's difficult to enter the elegant hall." Kong Wenjun's indifferent voice rang out. In the next moment, white light instantly burst out. Bang bang, continuous crisp sounds rang out in the void. More than twenty monks appeared in all directions of Kong Wenjun. They were sent flying in a spectacular manner and fell to the ground in their original forms.
Seeing this scene, Cihang Pudu finally couldn't sit still anymore. Although these little demons weren't very strong, they were hard to find. He leaped up and his kasaya flew out. It expanded with the wind, reaching seventy to eighty feet in size. It descended from the sky and was determined to cover Kong Wenjun.
"It's funny." Kong Wenjun laughed coldly. He put his index and middle fingers together to form a sword finger and then pointed it toward the sky. Xiu, a white rainbow instantly cut through the sky. Pu chi pu chi, the kasaya shattered into pieces and scattered on the ground.
Cihang Pudu put his palms together and narrowed his eyes slightly. At this moment, he did not say any more nonsense. His entire body emitted a golden light and instantly turned into a golden Buddha that was more than a hundred feet tall. He stood in the void and his voice that was as vast as the sea slowly sounded,"Why aren't you kneeling when you see me?"
"If you are a demon, I will kill you. If you are a Buddha, I will kill you. If you are an immortal, I will kill you. Boundless Heaven and Earth, Taiyi Demon Slaying Palm!”
Kong Wenjun roared in anger and rose into the sky. He stood in the air and held up the sky with his hands. White light spread out, and the mighty righteousness lasted forever.
On the other hand, Cihang Pudu was sitting cross-legged in the void with his palms pressed together. A gentle golden light spread out.
It was as if the entire world was left with only two colors.
White.
Gold.
In the next moment.
A shockwave with a diameter of twenty feet shot out from the Golden Buddha's eye. Wherever it passed, the earth cracked, the air shattered, and everything was destroyed. It looked glorious, but it was actually destruction.
At the same time, a huge white palm that covered the sky descended from the sky. It was vast and mighty, and the clouds cracked. The pressure forcefully broke the trees in a radius of ten miles. It carried the aura of slaying demons and devils.
"Madman." Seeing this scene, Cihang Pudu cursed in his heart. Even if he could kill Kong Wenjun with this strike, this palm would probably be enough to scatter his soul.
Thinking of this…
The golden Buddha that Cihang Pudu had transformed into floated in the air, trying to dodge the palm print. However, as soon as he moved, the palm print moved as well. No matter what, he could not escape from the palm print. In ancient times, Sun Wukong could not escape from the Five Fingers Mountain of the Buddha. Today, the Golden Body of the Buddha could not escape from Kong Wenjun's huge palm print.
"Pfft."
Kong Wenjun was in a terrible state. He was directly struck by the destructive golden pillar and instantly spat out a mouthful of blood as he flew backwards. However, he relied on his powerful willpower to stabilize himself in midair.
However, Cihang Pudu was drunk. The Golden Buddha roared and propped up the sky with both hands, trying to block the huge palm. Unfortunately, the final result was…
Rumble!
The earth shook, the sky collapsed, and the earth cracked. Boom! The golden Buddha that Cihang Pudu had transformed into was smashed apart like tofu by the giant palm. It cracked inch by inch, and finally turned into dust that scattered in the void.
At this moment, after the ground suffered this heavy blow, it also suddenly cracked open. Cracks that were several meters wide cracked open. The land that was originally connected was actually split into two halves at this moment. Moreover, there was an incomparably huge palm print deeply imprinted on the ground.
This battle.
It was a battle that could be considered the pinnacle of A Chinese Ghost Story's world. It was truly brutal. Other than Kong Wenjun, there was no one else within ten miles. They were all turned into powder and fell to the ground, becoming nutrients.
Why would mortals suffer when immortals fought? Although no one died in this battle except for Cihang Pudu, many creatures died, especially those in the forest.
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