Chapter 202 A Knife in a Dream

Intense pain kept coming, the breath of death kept spreading, and extremely terrifying thoughts kept echoing.

On the verge of death, Xiu San seemed to see the Yellow Springs, the Naihe Bridge, and the underworld.

However, Xiu San's mind was extremely empty at this moment. At this moment, he seemed to have reached the emptiness of Buddhism.

As his mind relaxed, the words he uttered according to the teachings of the great God Huangquan became even more ethereal, like the morning bells and evening drums.

The sound waves were so deafening that everyone in the Green Demon General's Buddhist temple could hear these words clearly.

However, a hidden power seemed to envelop the Green Goblin's territory, without leaking any breath to the outside.

Many demon monks, upon hearing Xiu San's roar that was full of Zen, could not help but feel a sense of enlightenment surging in their hearts.

This is like a wake-up call from the Bodhisattva to those who have lost their way, telling them to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas on the spot. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the solution.

The more advanced the demon monk's cultivation, the greater the impact he would receive. There were two demon monk commanders who had achieved the unity of body and soul. One of them had tears in his eyes and was almost crying in pain.

The other one put his hands together to avoid smiling, as if he was a seeker of truth who had witnessed the wonder of Bodhi and seen the Tathagata in his heart in a flash of lightning.

Xiu San's heart was filled with great joy, but all this joy was then absorbed into emptiness.

When the great god Huangquan taught him to say this, he knew that this was a wake-up call for him to teach Shouhui, the bald thief.

But he didn't expect that when he truly and completely absorbed Shouhui's supernatural powers and was on the verge of death, he would also undergo such a change.

He observed Shouhui with anticipation and a little anxiety, and then his mind froze.

Shouhui's face showed a moment of confusion, as if he was wondering why Xiusan's words shocked his men, and as if he did not understand Xiusan's words.

"You think I'm the same worthless person as me? Shabi!"

"Do you really think I, Shouhui, am the weakest among the demon generals? You are foolish!"

"Love, love your mother's love, hehe, hehe, die!"

Shouhui's hands glowed with dark green light, and thick poisonous mist gushed out.

No matter whether it is a magic weapon, a secret treasure or a martial arts weapon, if you want to unleash its power, you need to activate it.

If it is not stimulated, it will at most be relatively hard and cannot be damaged.

Yinxue Kuangdao was suppressed by the realm at this time. If he were to chop someone, he would not be able to inspire his spirituality and mobilize his magic power. He might not even be able to break through the protective aura of a peak scholar.

But the little arrow of love is different. It is a peerless divine weapon. Although it is suppressed in the small demon world, with his cultivation of the divine sense, if he slightly activates it, he can easily possess power close to divine power.

However, each activation consumed a lot of his true essence and mental strength, and seeing that Xiu San had endured the force of the love arrow head-on, it seemed that he was not afraid of the power of love, so he naturally used other means.

The dark green poisonous fog surged wildly, and the buzzing particles inside it hissed. It was actually a fog made up of countless poisonous steel insects.

Poisonous insects have no spirituality and are not afraid of being "saved" by Xiu San's lion roar.

Xiu San's face was extremely stiff. He was so shocked that he almost couldn't use his true energy to suppress the exploding power in his body and almost exploded.

What happened? Wasn't it agreed that you would give me a wake-up call?

That damned bastard Huang Quan deliberately deceived me and pretended to be so powerful. Was his calculation wrong?

Buzz! Buzz!

The little arrow of love in Shouhui's sleeve and the Snow-Songing Mad Knife thrown beside her suddenly trembled at the same time.

Xiu San immediately felt the wake-up call he had just received, which actually moved the spirits of Yinxue Kuangdao and Aiqing Xiaojian.

Shouhui's face changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The mark he left in the little arrow of love was erased by a faint force of long-lasting hatred.

The poisonous mist had just been sprayed out, but without the subsequent supply of his true energy, it instantly disappeared and the poisonous insects died instantly.

bite!

The little arrow of love trembled slightly, and then it was nailed on the Yinxue Kuangdao.

Shouhui felt great pain in his heart. He had never been very smart, but at this moment his mind was working very fast.

He suddenly remembered that he had taken the Love Arrow to Xiangang City's City Lord's Mansion for a surprise attack, and that the magic power of the Love Arrow was devoured by Yinxue Kuangdao.

"Hate it!"

A long, faint sigh seemed to carry endless loneliness and hatred.

The spiritual power of the Snow Chanting Mad Blade was unleashed, and the power of long-lasting hatred hidden in the power of ice and snow began to glow faintly.

All the living beings in the Buddhist temple couldn't help but look towards the dim light.

Xiu San's demonic body turned into ashes bit by bit, but his soul was preserved.

He turned transparent and muttered to himself, "Within the Mad Blade, there is the mark of a powerful being. Is the message that the Great God Huangquan asked me to pass on directed at that mark?"

In the dim light, Xiu San seemed to see a river flashing with light like golden scales.

On the bank of the river, a man, facing the river, wearing a black warrior robe and a hero scarf on his head, fell to the ground.

A woman in a white dress was lying in her arms. Her white palace dress was as pure as snow, but a blood-red palm print was imprinted on her chest.

Her vitality quickly disappeared, her soul shattered into pieces, and the aura around her body that seemed to be able to penetrate countless self-projections in the heavens and all realms also quickly broke.

She is obviously a Daluo Immortal, who has condensed his and my projections and spread them throughout the heavens and all realms.

The sea of ​​suffering is not sinking, the projection is not destroyed, and the body itself is immortal. It is obvious that he has reached the perfection of the Daluo Immortal Venerable and is only one step away from becoming a person with great supernatural powers.

But that palm strike obviously shattered her Dharma body, destroyed her true spirit, and following the connection of cause and effect and fate, wiped out all the projections that could be used to resurrect her.

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