Buddha is the Tao

Zhou Qing used all his strength to use the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, and formed the Immovable King Seal with his hands. The six-zhang golden body behind him emitted a golden light like the rising sun, and the surrounding Yin soldiers were burned by the golden light emitted by the six-zhang golden body and screamed continuously, and black smoke was rising. The six-zhang golden body was much clearer than before. It can be seen vaguely that this giant has four faces and eight arms, and each hand seems to hold something, but it is really blurry. It seems that although Zhou Qing's mental power has greatly increased, it is still far from enough.

With the protection of the golden body, and the fact that the soldier spirit ghost was attracted by Wen Lanxin's hundreds of golden armor gods, Zhou Qing was not under much pressure. He controlled the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword with his mind, and chopped off the head ghost that opened its mouth and bit towards him. The black air was instantly sucked into the blade, and a ball of white light spit out from the mouth of the two-headed wolf on the handle and entered Zhou Qing's forehead, merging into the rice-sized relic. The pure white relic shone brightly, and a small circle was faintly increased. Zhou Qing immediately felt that his mental power had expanded a little.

The mental power surged from the forehead like a tide, and after the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art activated the formula of the Immovable Mingwang Seal, it was poured into the giant golden body behind him. The six-foot golden body shone brightly, and the face became a little clearer! The army souls that rushed forward one after another were blocked by the golden light within a radius of three meters. Zhou Qing's sword movements were sometimes erratic and sometimes wide, and he actually used the sword skills he had just learned from the ghost general. Originally, Zhou Qing only needed to use his true energy to open the Dutian formation of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, and he could kill hundreds of army souls with one sword. However, if his true energy was consumed, it would be tantamount to suicide.

Now Zhou Qing's true energy did not move, and he controlled the sword entirely with his mind power. His true energy was almost not consumed, and he was more relaxed than Xuanyuan Dharma King Wen Lanxin. In a short while, he chopped down several ghost soldiers who were fighting against the Golden Armored God. Groups of pure spiritual power melted into the tiny relic between his eyebrows along with the mind controlling the blade. Every time a ghost soldier was chopped down, Zhou Qing's relic grew a circle, his mind power also grew a bit, and the huge golden body behind him became clearer!

It was not until Zhou Qing absorbed the thoughts of dozens of soldiers' ghosts that the relic between his eyebrows, which was originally the size of a grain of rice, actually grew to the size of a soybean. The golden light emitted by the six-zhang golden body behind him was as surging as the sea. Even the most ferocious ghosts were excluded from the golden light, but those fierce ghosts were not afraid. They kept roaring and rushing into the golden light. For a while, the passage was filled with squeaks of ghosts and black smoke. The weaker head ghosts were directly refined into nothingness by the golden light, and those with intact bodies and violent and fierce bodies were also broken into black smoke and then condensed into entities again. However, each of them was much weaker in momentum, obviously injured by the golden light.

Xuanyuan Dharma King also collected more than a dozen ghost soldiers, and the power of the Soul-Born Blood Hand was once again raised to a higher level. He was complacent in his heart, and suddenly felt the dazzling golden light. The fierce and violent aura in the passage was reduced a lot, and he noticed the strange appearance on Zhou Qing's side. He saw the six-zhang golden giant with four faces and eight arms standing behind Zhou Qing. The four faces were facing the four directions, with different expressions, some happy, some ferocious, some indifferent, and some solemn. In particular, there was an eye erected between the eyebrows of each face, but the eight arms were still blurry, and it was impossible to tell what weapon was in the hand. "What is this?" Wen Lanxin was not blind and noticed Zhou Qing's changes. He looked at Xuanyuan Dharma King and asked at the same time. Even though the two were knowledgeable, they didn't know which kind of immortal Buddha the golden giant behind Zhou Qing was. Xuanyuan Dharma King had seen it once in the valley and thought it was the Six Jia Golden God, which was similar to Wen Lanxin's secret method of turning beans into soldiers. Now it seems that it is not the case at all.

Kill! A long sword with a strong ghost energy suddenly appeared, and the sword light changed continuously. No matter how Zhou Qing dodged, he could not escape the entanglement of the long sword, and had to fight hard. The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is worthy of being an ancient demon weapon. Its own instinct was activated, and a blood light burst out, directly shattering the big sword condensed by ghost power. Zhou Qing's spirit was fluctuating, and his mind almost couldn't control the blade. The knife came very cleverly, directly cutting the weak point where the mind and the blade were connected. If it weren't for the instinct of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, this would be enough to make Zhou Qing temporarily lose control of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. Zhou Qing quickly took back the sword and held it in his hand. Now this sword is his most precious thing. If he loses it, not only will his strength be greatly reduced, but it will also be a problem whether he can get out alive.

The ghost energy was deep and gathered into a three-pavilion long sword. Zhou Qing held the sword across his chest and stared at the ghost general three meters away from him. After slashing Zhou Qing with the sword, the ghost general did not continue to attack. With a roar, he rushed into the middle of the golden armored gods fighting with the ghost soldiers. The long sword flew for a while. Every time he slashed, a golden armored god was split apart, like a tiger entering a pack of wolves. When King Xuanyuan and Wen Lanxin came to their senses, the golden armored gods surrounding the three people were reduced by half. Many military souls and ghosts rushed up, and several ghosts surrounded a golden armored god and beat him up. King Xuanyuan secretly cried out that it was not good. This golden armored god could just protect the body, so that the three people would not be surrounded by the military souls and ghosts. If they were surrounded and killed, I am afraid that the three people would end up with regret.

The huge bloody hand and the god-demon form rushed towards the fierce ghost general at the same time. Both of them knew that if they didn't deal with the fierce ghost leader, killing more ghost soldiers would be useless. They both attacked with all their strength at the same time. This was a matter of life and death, and they couldn't afford to be careless. The ghost general was different from the ordinary ghost soldiers. It seemed that he knew that these two things were not easy to mess with, so he didn't take them head-on. Relying on the fact that he was not a physical entity, he gathered and dispersed, dodging the pursuit of the bloody hand and the god-demon form, and occasionally took out a gap to chop to death the golden armored god who was fighting with several ghost soldiers. The two of them, Xuanyuan Fawang, met such a cunning ghost general, and they were helpless for a while. They were both very anxious and used various means, but whenever they were in danger, the ghost general dodged with a mysterious body method. During this pause, the golden armored gods were torn into pieces by the fierce Yin disease, leaving only a few dozen. More Yin soldiers surrounded them, filling the area of ​​more than ten feet. Although the three had killed many Yin soldiers before, compared with the total number of nearly two thousand, I am afraid that they were less than one tenth.

Finally, the golden armored gods summoned by Wen Lan were slaughtered, and the two chased the ghost general in vain. The Yin soldiers had no obstacles and rushed forward together. The ghost general flashed and turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared into the many Yin soldiers. Even the two people's divine thoughts were blocked by the evil spirits of the many Yin soldiers and could not detect anything.

When King Xuanyuan saw that the situation was not right, he roared, bit his tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood. The Soul-Giving Blood Hand was stimulated by the blood and doubled in size. He grabbed several ferocious Yin soldiers who were rushing in front. Then Xuanyuan spread his hands, and a crack appeared in the space. He didn't even bother to retract the sword formation. King Xuanyuan directly escaped into the space and disappeared. However, he was unwilling to suffer a loss, and even made a profit before running away!