Chapter 276: Fierce Fight (Part 2)

A wonderful, indescribable feeling rippled in Zhou Qing's heart. After splitting into two incarnations, the little bit of true spirit hidden deep in his soul suddenly felt much clearer. The black sword of the demon king Po Xun cut through the space, the monkey's Ruyi Jingu Bang's mighty power to create the world, and the magical power to shatter countless voids all seemed to slow down, allowing Zhou Qing to clearly estimate the tricks in operation. The feeling was very clear and transparent, just like the night pearl covered with a thick layer of grass ash, suddenly wiped with a rag, although it was not clean, but immediately emitted light.

Killing the fighting instinct so that it can't control itself, the little bit of true spirit of the living being, since it was born after birth, has been stained with many thoughts. Where it comes from and where it goes is like a pearl covered with dust, mysterious and mysterious. Gonggong and Zhurong, the two ancient witches, had too strong a desire to fight. After Zhou Qing summoned them, the consciousness scattered in the universe combined with Zhou Qing and naturally merged together, becoming inseparable, causing Zhou Qing's true spirit to be covered with more and more dust.

After all, it was not the power that he had cultivated with great effort. The operation of the Heavenly Dao had both advantages and disadvantages. Now that they had been killed, it was like clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, and the bright pearl was cleansed of dust. Zhou Qing even faintly felt the mystery of the operation of the Heavenly Dao, but when he felt it carefully, it was like seeing flowers in the fog, hazy and unclear, as if there was a layer of veil in front of his eyes, and he could not see the clear variables of the Heavenly Dao, good and bad fortune. These thoughts and feelings were running fast in Zhou Qing's heart, but they were like lightning and flint, and only a billionth of a second.

The heart is like floating clouds, always free, and the mind is like flowing water, going east and west. Then when the clouds disperse, the vast moon is in the sky, and when the water dries up, the bright pearl appears. Although the clouds and water are good, they are just obstacles that cover the bright pearl of the vast moon. If the clouds and water do not disperse, how can you see the bright pearl of the vast moon?

Good and evil thoughts are like clouds and water. If clouds don't disperse and water doesn't dry up, how can we see the bright pearl of the moon without cutting off good and evil? How can we see ourselves clearly? If we don't see ourselves clearly, how can we estimate the changes in the way of heaven? Zhou Qing now understands that the path to the fruit of the mixed origin mentioned by Taoist Wukong is really difficult. Even if we cut off the thought of good and evil, we still have ourselves, and we are still in the operation of the way of heaven. After experiencing countless disasters, it still turns into dust.

The devil's sickle chopped over, and Zhou Qing saw it clearly. He was not blinded by the evil thoughts of fighting, and his true spirit was of course clear. He swung the Donghuang Bell and hit the edge of the sickle directly. Although his wrist was numb from the huge force of the sickle, the devil's sickle was swung away by Zhou Qing in one fell swoop.

Zhou Qing's strength was far inferior to that of the devil, and his magic weapon had no advantage, but the trajectory of the devil's sickle was vaguely grasped by Zhou Qing. When the new power was not born and the old power was not broken, he hit the weakest point in one fell swoop. The demon king was going to fight the monkey head-on, and he didn't take Zhou Qing seriously, but Zhou Qing was thick-skinned and couldn't be killed in a short time. But the sickle kept moving above Zhou Qing's head, looking for opportunities to kill Zhou Qing so that he could only defend himself.

Who knew that Zhou Qing suddenly became powerful and could see the trajectory of his sickle clearly, and swung him back. This was a big shock, and the demon king quickly made a feint, jumped out, and made plans.

The demon king just jumped out and walked north, and suddenly a Zhou Qing who looked like a normal person appeared in the northern sea, with a python head and a human body, two black dragons under his feet, and a green python wrapped around his hands, and he was still shouting: Brother, don't worry, I will help you capture the demon king.

The devil was shocked and walked westward. He saw a big man with red scales all over his body, stepping on two fire dragons, with a beast head and a human body, and two fire snakes pierced his ears. He roared, shocking the world, and his voice was rolling, shouting: "Devil, don't leave, you can't escape today, so come and capture me, or you will lose your life.

The devil was furious: "How powerful are you to dare to say such a crazy thing? I will turn you into powder." After saying that, he took the big knife and chopped it.

I am Zhu Rong, and I want you to know how powerful I am. Zhu Rong did not dodge, but grabbed the knife with his hand. The devil cursed: "You beast who doesn't know how to live or die."

The hand and knife exchanged, and the sparks rushed into the sky. The devil cut Zhu Rong with one knife, and then used another knife to take it. Zhu Rong fought hard for a while, knowing that his strength was not as good as the devil's, he just fought. He grabbed a flaming halberd in the water curtain and danced it. Billions of tons of seawater were steamed into white gas, and then turned into heavy rain and fell down.

The raindrops were as big as millstones. Before they fell into the sea, they were evaporated and rose to millions of feet in the sky. Blown by the cold wind, they continued to fall. The cycle was endless and spectacular.

Bai Qi, the Heavenly God, snatched the magic mirror from the Taoist Mosquito and shone it down to make himself see more clearly. Seeing Zhu Rong's martial arts, he, as a great witch, couldn't help shaking all over. He held the mirror in one hand and the God-killing Sword in the other, dancing wildly, with a deep cold light and sword energy. Taoist Mosquito was caught off guard and a piece of his robe was cut off. He was so angry that he trembled all over, but he didn't dare to go up to argue. He knew that Bai Qi, this madman, didn't make any sense at all and couldn't be killed. Although Taoist Mosquito was stronger than him, he would inevitably get hurt if they fought.

Bai Qi was very upset when he was defeated by Yang Jian last time, because he was trapped for two thousand years and his power was exhausted to the extreme. He only recently recovered and made progress compared to two thousand years ago, but he was not sure about seeking revenge on Yang Jian. Gonggong Zhurong, who was separated by Zhou Qing, was the blood of Pangu and was born for fighting. Although his strength was not one ten-thousandth of his heyday, he could not escape defeat even if Yang Jian had all the means. Bai Qi must learn from him. In a silent battle, in an instant, the flame halberd was chopped into pieces thousands of times by the demon king's sword, but it still condensed into shape. In the eyes of others, it was just a handover of weapons, but Zhou Qing could see clearly that this method could not be used by him. Although Zhurong's power was not as strong as the demon king, his skills were exquisite and his martial arts were high. In an instant, the two fought thousands of times, and the demon king did not gain any advantage.

But after all, he was not strong enough. After a moment, the demon king once again shattered the flame halberd, chopped Zhu Rong's chest with a knife, and chopped Zhu Rong into the water. The demon king was about to take ruthless action again, using all his strength to cut the level, but Gonggong came up from behind and shouted: "Repair my brother." A thick column of water was condensed into a halberd by him. The two of them were one water and one fire, but their weapons were the same, and they stabbed the demon king's neck fiercely.

The demon king was shocked. Suddenly, two fierce men came out from nowhere. Their strength was fine, but they were not even his opponents in the hand-to-hand combat. His neck, without armor, was difficult to resist the opponent's weapons, especially the seawater halberd, which the demon king felt was much more powerful than the flame halberd just now. In the water, it was originally Gonggong's territory.

The demon king turned around to fight Gonggong, and Zhu Rong climbed up over there. In the sea, he was indeed a little worse than Gonggong, but the impact was not great. The demon king's knife didn't hurt him just now, but the huge force made him feel uncomfortable and almost fainted. The demon king's full-strength attack was not to be underestimated.

The two ancestor witch clones held the demon king back. It's a long story, but in fact it only took a few breaths. The monkey and Zhou Qing also surrounded the demon king and surrounded him in the center, beating him up. The demon king had no way to go up to the sky and no way to go down to the earth. He gradually became weak and could only defend himself, but had no power to fight back. Gonggong and Zhurong were cut out, and their combat power increased by more than ten times. They were no longer the ignorant demon gods, but the ancestor witch who roamed the three realms and dominated the world. The emperor of heaven Gou Chen.

The demon king roared again and again, and finally became furious and showed his true form. He had a thousand hands, each holding a weapon, all of which were pitch-black weapons. This is not an illusion, but a real blood sea iron that has been polished for millions of years. The demon king is different from Zhou Qing. He has lived in the Netherworld Blood Sea for thousands or hundreds of millions of years. After such a long time of polishing, an ordinary magic weapon has become extremely powerful.

The big hand on the head holds a sickle, and the other three hundred hands are fighting Zhou Qing, Gonggong, and Zhurong, while the seven hundred hands in front are fighting the monkey. The body is spinning around, and countless spaces are tangled. The five people are wrapped in the middle. Now, even the magic mirror can't be seen.

Zhou Qing secretly said: Where can there be so many meat-headed demon king hands? Although I am a meat-headed, although I have delayed time, I still can't avoid the fate of failure. It's just a matter of sooner or later.

Taoist Mosquito and Bai Qi sighed secretly. They are fighting desperately now. They missed the best opportunity. If they went down to hit the club earlier, they might have picked up a bargain. If they go down now, they will be cannon fodder, but the two of them look relaxed. The outcome will probably be decided within a few hours. It won't be too late to go down then. The Demon King has a lot of treasures. Taoist Mosquito even swallowed his saliva secretly. His body was shining with three colors. He passed through the thick clouds and went down to the thunder and fire layer. Bai Qi naturally followed.

The battle on the coast of the East China Sea was so loud and fierce that everyone ignored the blood cocoon on the main peak of Huaguo Mountain. After nearly three days of fierce fighting, the blood cocoon swelled to the extreme, as if it would burst if it expanded a little more.

Zhou Qing held the bell and held the sickle, and smashed it hard. The Demon King hooked back, and his flying hands hit randomly, and all kinds of strange weapons such as swords, forks, hammers, etc. fell down, but they were all blocked by Gonggong and Zhurong, or blocked by their bodies. The demon king split into a thousand hands, and his power was dispersed. He had to use most of his power to deal with the monkey. Gonggong Zhurong was not afraid, but the sickle was sharp, so Zhou Qing held the bell to resist. The sickle was an innate spiritual treasure, and the demon king had high power. Although Gonggong Zhurong wanted to test it with his body to see whether his body was harder or the sickle was harder, it was not the time to take risks, so he gave up the idea.

The demon king secretly groaned in his heart. Originally, the founder of the Styx woke up from the blood sea reincarnation pool. When he knew that Red Boy had a connection with the witch, he thought about recruiting a son-in-law. Who knew that he was secretly plotted by Wukong, and the monkey killed one of his incarnations. He has 480 million incarnations, and it is not a big deal to lose one. In addition, as long as the Netherworld Blood Sea is still there, it is not difficult to breed another one.

But he had only been defeated by Sakyamuni Buddha in his life, and this monkey was his junior, so he could not swallow this anger. After a calculation, he knew that Wukong Taoist was on par with him, and he could not get any good results if he came alone, so he brought the demon king with him. The demon king held the monkey back, and he used his magical powers to lead 480 million blood gods to trap Wukong and Dousheng Buddha together. He was not afraid of not being able to kill Wukong Taoist by himself.

And the fact is indeed so. Although Huaguo Mountain is powerful, after all, only Wukong is powerful. Those demon soldiers can fight against the heaven, but to deal with Asura Demon King, it is simply like using ants to step on elephants. No matter how many there are, it is in vain.

Why hasn't the Patriarch killed Wukong yet? I'm going to run away.

The demon king naturally has a way to escape. With the few people in front of him, he can be defeated, but to kill him, I'm afraid that except for the Three Pure Ones and Zhunti Buddha, these four people, even including the monkey, don't have this ability. If he was killed so easily, the great Asura demon king would have been captured by the Buddhist sect as a slave, and he wouldn't be able to show off his power now.

The monkey and Wukong are the same body, so naturally he felt something was wrong. He held the stick in both hands and danced more and more anxiously, but the demon king was guarding tightly and he couldn't do anything. Zhou Qing smashed the back armor of the demon king with one bell. The demon king was furious. All weapons avoided Gonggong and Zhurong and attacked Zhou Qing at the same time. Zhou Qing could not resist. Although he swung away most of the weapons, he was still hit on the face by several mountain-sized iron hammers. He fell to the ground in the sea. When he climbed up, his nose and face were swollen. Fortunately, it was the python's head, so it was not obvious, but he felt the burning pain and tears came out of his eyes.

Now not only the demon king was furious, but Zhou Qing was also furious. He spread the five-color divine light and wanted to take the demon king by force.

Even if you can get out and counter yourself, you will always reveal a flaw when you come out. The monkey will hit you on the head with a stick, and I will not kill you, Zhou Qing thought.

The demon king was not fooled. Anyway, as long as Zhou Qing spread the five-color divine light, he would sacrifice the Shura flag, and a black lotus would emerge from the black light to prevent the divine light from coming down. Zhou Qing still had no way out. The monkey in front finally succeeded and broke dozens of the demon king's hands with a stick. The demon king screamed in pain, and his hands and weapons retracted, returning to their original appearance to resist the monkey.

On the distant mountain peak, a golden light suddenly shot out from the blood cocoon and rushed straight to the Dou Mansion. Then there was a Buddhist chant, and countless golden lights leaked out from the blood cocoon. The whole blood cocoon suddenly exploded, and then there were billions of golden lights, the goddess scattered flowers, and the dragons surrounded it, as if Amitabha was preaching. The infinite light illuminated the entire gray and bloody world.

The peak of Huaguo Mountain is a hundred miles in size. There is a person sitting on each side of the north and south. The one on the south is Wukong Taoist. He was originally wearing a Taoist robe, but now it is tattered. Even the belt of the robe is broken into several pieces. His expression is not as good as before, but he is still smiling. When you look closely, it seems that he has no expression. A half-acre-sized fish-scale golden cloud appeared above his head, and a lotus appeared on the golden cloud. A Buddha appeared in the golden lamp on the lotus, standing between heaven and earth, with infinite light, dispelling everything.

An old man sat in the north, wearing a pure white Taoist robe, but his eyebrows and beard were snow-white, dragging on the ground, like Wukong. A blood cloud appeared above the old man's head, and on the blood cloud, a blood god sat, the same size as the Buddha, with 48,000 arms appearing behind his back, pinched into a strange shape.

Compared with the blood god Buddha, even Gonggong Zhurong Monkey Zhou Qing's Dharma appearance and magical powers of heaven and earth felt insignificant.

The devil was stunned, and suddenly took the opportunity to point the Shura flag, wrapped himself, rushed out, and ran away. Monkey Zhou Qing did not chase him, his mind had long been attracted by the situation on the mountain, and relatively speaking, the devil was secondary.

Zhou Qing also saw the appearance of the Styx Patriarch for the first time. Except for his slightly longer beard and eyebrows, he was an ordinary-looking old man. There was nothing special about him. His snow-white hair was tied into a Taoist hat and pinned with a jade hairpin. There was nothing special about it.

The blood light of the blood god was completely dispelled by the Buddha's light, and only the body did not move. The Styx Patriarch laughed twice and coughed repeatedly. Blood came out of his mouth and nose, splashing on his snow-white Taoist robe, staining it with peach blossoms.

The monkey was angry instead of happy. He raised his head to the sky and howled sadly. He raised his stick up and poked it into the clouds. Bai Qi and the Mosquito Taoist were shocked and dodged quickly, but they were swept by the monkey and turned into rolling gourds. Fortunately, they were not injured and ran back to the heaven.

The monkey swept Bai Qi and the Mosquito Taoist, hit the mountain peak with a somersault, raised his stick to hit the Patriarch, but was gently caught by the blood god and could not hit him down. The Styx Patriarch coughed again, more and more urgently, as if he couldn't catch his breath and was about to die.

Good, good

I have experienced countless kalpas.

I have passed through ten trillion Buddha lands.

I have experienced countless kalpas.

I have illuminated the ten directions without any obstacles.

I have experienced countless kalpas.

So are the countless Buddhas in the Ganges.

I have experienced countless kalpas.

In the future, I will be born in the Lapis Lazuli Pure Land.

Good, good

Supreme, profound, perfect, and perfect enlightenment

Good, good

Fighting and Victory Buddha slowly chanted some words. At first, Zhou Qing could hear them clearly, but in the end, the sound became smaller and smaller, more and more mysterious, and so subtle that it could not be heard. As the sound became smaller, the Buddha's figure gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared, turning into nine relics, which fell down and appeared in the golden light above Wukong's head.

The Styx Patriarch laughed again, and the blood god dispersed, turning into blood shadows all over the sky, wrapping the Patriarch.

The Patriarch of the Styx also disappeared, but the sounds of laughter and coughing could still be faintly heard.