"You want to convert me? Pah, are you worthy?!"

Zhao Lihe showed disdain on his face and said sarcastically: "How about this, you kneel down and surrender now. In view of your strength, I may be merciful and spare your life. I will punish you to open up the mountain road, open up the river, and benefit the people, so that you can atone for your sins!"

"Amitabha~"

Pudu Cihang clasped his hands together, his face showing no joy or sadness: "It seems that the donor is determined not to turn back..."

Zhao Lihe rolled his eyes, turned to look at Nie Changchuan and said, "Look, it's all in vain!"

Nie Changchuan: “…”

"Since the logic doesn't make sense, don't blame me for discussing physics with you!"

Zhao Lihe turned around with a cold expression, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and majestic and domineering golden thunder burst out from his whole body.

The next second, lightning was like a chain, connecting to the sword body, and transformed into a lightning beam that tore through the darkness and pierced towards Pu Du Ci Hang.

The dazzling golden light illuminated the sad and mournful old face on the lotus throne.

"Amitabha~"

Pu Du Ci Hang narrowed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Then, a rich Buddha's light bloomed on his body. His robes moved without wind, and he took the initiative to get rid of them, spinning in the air. The Buddha's light condensed on it, turning into a golden swastika Buddha seal.

“Sizzle—”

The thunder was like a sword, piercing through the Buddha's seal and tearing the Buddha's light and robes, but it also lost its remaining power and broke into branch-like arcs that dissipated in the air.

Pudu Cihang was wearing a single garment, his expression unchanged, he placed his hands together on the lotus platform, and chanted the Buddha's name rapidly.

At the same time, the monks guarding the lotus platform also began to sit cross-legged, some chanting the Buddha's name like Pudu Cihang, some taking out various orchestral instruments they carried with them and dancing along with the Sanskrit sounds in the air.

"Amitabha, Amitabha~"

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away~"

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back and you will find the shore~"

For a while, the sound of Buddhist chanting and Buddhist scriptures could be heard continuously.

The Buddhist chanting that should have calmed people's minds and spirits turned into disturbing thoughts and demons in Pudu Cihang's mouth. It poured into Zhao Lihe and Nie Changchuan's ears from all directions, madly attacking their minds.

"Brother Zhao, be careful, it's the soul-demanding Sanskrit sound!"

Nie Changchuan quickly reminded him, and at the same time, he made hand gestures, chanted a spell, and slapped the yellow paper talisman in his palm onto his body.

This is the Seven Orifices and Six Consciousnesses Talisman he prepared in advance, which can seal all of the Seven Orifices and Six Consciousnesses, or just one of them.

After sealing his hearing, Nie Changchuan held another talisman in his hand and looked around, as if looking for Zhao Lihe.

"You think a mere demonic sound can mess with my mind?!"

Zhao Lihe ignored Nie Changchuan's reminder, just sneered, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, and leaped up with thunder.

The golden thunder pulled at Zhao Lihe's robe and long hair, connecting the sky and the earth.

Amidst the shining golden light and thunder, Zhao Lihe was like a god descending from heaven, looking down coldly at the evil monk on the lotus platform.

The next second, the magic sword was swung, and a streak of golden light more than thirty miles long broke away from the sword body and slashed towards Pu Du Ci Hang with the power of thunder.

The Buddha's light on the lotus platform grew stronger, like a hazy golden gradient protective shield, and instantly collided with the thunder sword light.

“Squeak—”

The golden light of thunder and the mysterious Buddha light canceled each other out, and a hissing sound was heard.

The two sides were in a stalemate. Zhao Lihe's face turned cold. He swung his sword again and finally dispersed the Buddha's light.

The golden thunderbolt slashed towards the lotus platform like a hot knife through butter. When it was about to hit him, Pudu Cihang suddenly opened his eyes, raised his right palm with the palm facing outward, and made the Fearless Seal and pushed forward.

"boom!"

The sword light collapsed and there was a huge roar similar to an explosion.

The golden thunder disintegrated into countless tiny arcs, instantly covering an area of ​​ten meters in radius.

A shrill scream was faintly heard from the electric arc net.

Zhao Lihe's body was wrapped in golden thunder, his eyes were cold, and he held his sword high. Just as he was about to continue pursuing the victory, a scream belonging to Nie Changchuan suddenly came from the air behind him.

Zhao Lihe frowned and turned around immediately.

Nie Changchuan was seen with black smoke coming out of his body, his hair standing on end, and he was falling down as if he had been struck by lightning.

"…What's going on?"

Zhao Lihe was a little surprised, but he didn't have time to think too much, and immediately waved his palm to release a golden lightning chain.

The golden lightning chain pierced through the air and instantly approached Nie Changchuan's body, building a powerful gravitational field around him.

At the same time, the mental protection necklace worn around Zhao Lihe's neck suddenly burst out with silver light.

Zhao Lihe was slightly startled, and quickly reached behind him, and indeed tore off a charred talisman.

What the hell?!

Zhao Lihe's face was full of black lines, and he couldn't help but glare at Nie Changchuan.

Nie Changchuan rolled over to the ground under the influence of the gravitational field. He faced Zhao Lihe's gaze, showing his full white teeth, and laughed loudly, "Brother Zhao, I have helped you seal your six senses so that you will not be affected by the soul-demanding Sanskrit sound. Go and chop that evil monk into pulp!"

At this point, Nie Changchuan suddenly realized and whispered, "No, you can't hear it either!"

"I can't hear you, you big-headed ghost!" Zhao Lihe glared at Nie Changchuan, "Where the hell are you from?!"

Pu Du Ci Hang's soul-calling Sanskrit sound failed to activate his mind protection necklace, but Nie Changchuan did it with a talisman!

Zhao Lihe really didn't know whether he should scold him for betraying his teammates, or praise his Maoshan talisman for being something special...

Nie Changchuan couldn't hear Zhao Lihe's curses, and thought that he was a little angry because he found out that his hearing was blocked, so he grinned and gave him a relieved look.

Zhao Lihe resisted the urge to beat him up and controlled the golden lightning to smash the talisman in his palm into ashes.

At the same time, the golden electric arc net covering the lotus pedestal completely dissipated, revealing a lotus pedestal sedan chair covered with cracks.

The evil monks who were guarding the lotus platform had been chopped into charred corpses, revealing various insect-like demon bodies.

It was obvious that the screams coming from the electric arc net just now were made by these little monsters.

"Yo, the band broke up?"

Zhao Lihe sneered and said sarcastically.

Pudu Cihang on the lotus platform suddenly raised his head and said with a ferocious expression: "Amitabha, the donor has gone against the will of heaven and committed many sins of killing. I will use my boundless Buddhist Dharma to save you from the eighteen levels of hell!"

"Really?" Zhao Lihe laughed, "I'm just afraid that the King of Hell wouldn't dare to entertain me!"

"Amitabha, the donor has evil spirits in his bones, and has evil thoughts all over his body. He has gone astray and is incurable..."

Pu Du Ci Hang calmed down, his face showing no joy or sadness, his whole body radiating golden light and exuding a sense of Zen.

The next second, vast golden light spread out and endless Sanskrit sounds rolled down.

A figure about a hundred meters tall emerged from the Buddha's light. It was a golden body of Buddha with his hands clasped together and his body covered with golden Buddha's light!

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing the bright moon hidden among them.

The giant golden Buddha sits on a lotus platform with his hands clasped together and a compassionate look on his face. He is surrounded by golden auspicious clouds and a golden wheel of Buddha light is suspended behind him. He looks solemn, Zen and peaceful.

At this moment, the giant golden Buddha slowly opened its eyes and looked down at Zhao Lihe who was surrounded by lightning in mid-air.

"Namo the Pure Land, the Tathagata's Dharma stand in the West is here!"

"Evil heretic, why don't you put down your butcher knife and turn back!"

The rolling Buddhist chant spread out, like a slap in the face, making Nie Changchuan dazzled.

The life-claiming Sanskrit sound emitted by the golden body of Buddha is pervasive. Unless one seals the mind, sealing only the ear consciousness among the six senses will not be enough to completely resist the invasion of the Sanskrit sound.

But if you close your mind, what's the difference between that and giving up resistance completely?

Nie Changchuan covered his head with his hands, looking helpless. He could only remove the power of the talisman and regain his hearing.

The necklace around Zhao Lihe's neck glowed with silver light, and he stared in amazement at the giant golden statue of Buddha floating in front of him.

"You are such a daring monk! You even dare to impersonate Tathagata!"

"I am really curious. Even if you use the luck of the dynasty to become a Buddha and a dragon, what will happen?"

"You have offended the Buddha and killed countless lives. If I really want you to ascend to heaven, your soul will be shattered immediately and you will never be able to reincarnate!"

Nie Changchuan nodded when he heard this, thinking that what Zhao Lihe said made sense.

A murderous intent flashed in the giant Buddha's golden eyes, and then the voice rolled, like thunder, and he slowly spoke: "Monster, in front of the Buddha, you are still stubborn and stubborn, listen to my words, quickly surrender, and recite the Dharma with me, maybe you will have a chance to be reborn as a human in the next life..."

"Bah!" Zhao Lihe rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Monster, you've overacted, haven't you?"

"Do you really think you are the reincarnation of Buddha?"

"Don't think I don't know. You are a giant centipede, maybe even a female. I don't think you have enough yang energy to make wine with!"

“Bold!”

The golden body of Buddha had its eyes wide open and the sound was rumbling like thunder.

The next second, the golden body of Buddha raised his palm, and the golden giant palm rumbled out, waving towards Zhao Lihe in the air with a whistling sound.

He was anxious, he was anxious!

Zhao Lihe laughed loudly, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, with golden thunder wrapped around his body, and he went forward without fear.

From Nie Changchuan's perspective below, a golden sword light wrapped in thunder rushed towards the golden Buddha's giant palm without hesitation.

Both sides were shining with golden light, illuminating the sky like the sun, making the entire official road and the area within a hundred miles as bright as day.

Nie Changchuan stood on the ground, looking at the epic scene in the sky with shock on his face.

But in the next moment, the golden sword light suddenly dissipated, and the Buddha's giant palm rumbled forward, mercilessly slapping Zhao Lihe's body in the sword light.

Nie Changchuan's shocked expression froze, and he immediately widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Brother Zhao!!"

"call--"

Along with the whistling sound of air currents, a figure wrapped in thunder flew backwards, drew a smooth arc, and fell on the official road to Nie Changchuan's right with a loud bang, and then flew backwards with the remaining momentum.

The earth waves rolled and the official road collapsed.

Zhao Lihe plowed a huge gully more than thirty years long on the ground.

The backward flying trend did not stop until the entire body sank into the mud.

“…”

Nie Changchuan's face was stiff. He slowly turned his head and looked at the figure in the ravine.

"Brother Zhao, are you okay?"