Fiend Monk Yuan Chen watched helplessly as his disciple was killed by Chen Luoyang in front of everyone.
His expression was calm, without any fluctuations.
Since he couldn't be saved, then there was nothing he could do.
If he died, then so be it. It was just another cycle.
The problem now was how to face Chen Luoyang next.
And he had to consider if he had any strength left to deal with other possible enemies after defeating Chen Luoyang.
For example, the people from Western Paradise or the Ancient God's Butcher of the Mountain.
If he was taken advantage of by others, then even if he defeated Chen Luoyang, it would be meaningless.
Yuan Chen's expression was calm as he calculated.
On the other side of the Blood River, a soft and sharp voice came.
"You are indeed extraordinary. No wonder that lass called Yan Mingkong can't forget you."
Although the tone of the voice was very calm, when it entered the ears of the crowd, there was a kind of gloomy and cold feeling, causing them to shiver all over.
Chen Luoyang asked, "Yan Mingkong is with you now?"
The person in the Blood River smiled, "She also has enmity with Yuan Chen of the Demon Buddha lineage. Unfortunately, she didn't have any experience and was tricked by Yuan Chen.
Unfortunately, she was found by someone from our sect and brought back to the mortal world. "
Demon Monk Yuan Chen didn't react.
On the contrary, the Sky River Swordsman who was shrouded in starlight looked over and seemed to pay attention.
This person's understanding of Empress Yan Mingkong was limited.
But the person that the Blood River thought so highly of also attracted his attention.
Chen Luoyang smiled and said, "I've been with you for a long time, right? She thought that she found a new backer and had the confidence to leave the sect. But since she is so confident, why didn't she come back? "
A voice came from the Blood River, "Don't be anxious, she will come back to find you soon."
The owner of the voice spoke with confidence, but he was actually very depressed.
Yan Mingkong was indeed brought back to the Mortal World by their people.
But before she returned to the Blood River, she escaped.
Previously, he thought that he could find her in the Divine Land, but now it seemed that she wasn't there.
The successor of the Devil Buddha in front of her seemed to have a grudge against her.
He had thought that this would be the bait to lure her back.
In the end, Chen Luoyang got there first and killed Bukong who killed Yan Zhao.
The figure in the blood river was a step too late. He was extremely depressed, but he couldn't show it.
They were all damned disciples of the Sky River Sect. If he hadn't been entangled by them, he might have been able to take them down first.
However, Yan Mingkong seemed to be unsure whether his enemy was Yuan Chen or Bu Kong …
At this thought, the Blood River Swordsman's gaze fell on the black-robed old monk who was facing off against Chen Luoyang.
This time, he really had to have some ideas about this ally of his.
When Chen Luoyang heard the voice coming from the Blood River, he smiled and said, "If she doesn't come back, I will go to find her after I finish the things at hand. She can leave the sect, but she must leave the unique skills of the sect to me."
Laughter came from the Blood River. "I will help you pass the message. However, your Ancient God has nothing special other than the Blood of Gods and Demons and the Great Art of Stealing the Sun. She doesn't seem to have learned any of them."
On the other side, the bald man Tu Shanyi picked his ears. "I don't like hearing this. Shall we practice later?"
"I don't care, as long as His Highness King Jing of Southern Chu doesn't mind," the person in the Blood River replied.
Tu Shanyi said, "I don't mind anyway."
On the other side, under the golden brilliance, the Southern Chu royal family didn't say anything.
In the star-like sword light, the Sky River Swordsman also didn't say anything.
Under normal circumstances, the relationship between the Sky River Sect and the Ancient God in the secular world didn't interfere with each other.
However, in the secular world, the Sky River Sect belonged to the right path, while the Ancient God was more or less inclined to the demonic path.
In the eyes of the Sky River, the conflict between the Ancient God and the Devil Buddha or the Blood River Sect was like a ghost fighting a ghost.
Chen Luoyang's expression was relaxed. He shrugged at the Blood River. "It's good that Yan Mingkong has the guts to come back."
With that, he looked at the Demon Monk Yuan Chen again.
"Shall we start here?"
As he spoke, Chen Luoyang made a gesture.
Beside him, Chen Chuhua nodded and led Su Ye and the others away.
The Black Lotus Buddhist Temple from before had already been cleaned up.
The nearby Black Lotus Buddhist Temple, as well as the worshippers, had also been mostly cleaned up.
Other than attracting the appearance of Bu Kong, Kong Tu, and the others, this area was originally arranged to be the battlefield for the final battle.
After Chen Chuhua and the others left, the others at the scene, whether it was Yuan Chen, who was facing Chen Luoyang's sharpness, or the spectators, did not pay much attention to them.
Everyone's attention was now focused on Chen Luoyang and Yuan Chen.
The outcome of the battle between these two would determine the future direction of the situation.
After Master Kong Tu was injured by Su Ye's spear, he did not dare to show off. He silently retreated to the side and looked at the Western Paradise with fear.
The crowd under the Buddhist light stood quietly and did not move.
At this moment, Yuan Chen also temporarily threw his fear of the surrounding people to the back of his mind. All that was left in his eyes was Chen Luoyang in front of him.
If he could not deal with this opponent, there was no point in thinking about anything else.
"Hierarch Chen, please enlighten me," the black-robed old monk said in Silence.
He condensed his palm intent, and above his head, the dark Buddha appeared again.
The Buddha sat in the lotus position in midair, his two fingers drawing the sky and the earth. His eyes were filled with Buddhist light.
While his appearance was solemn, it only made people feel strange and distorted.
Seeing this dark Buddha, the Buddhist light on the Western Paradise's side trembled slightly.
However, the Buddhist light quickly calmed down and did not move.
The other spectators, including Tu Shanyi, had solemn expressions.
Even in the Red Dust World, Rulai's Demonic Palm was famous.
In terms of martial arts itself, the complete version of Rulai's Demonic Palm was one of the top techniques in history.
The Red Dust Demon Buddha's lineage had inherited the seven demonic palms, which had established their position in the Red Dust World.
Chen Luoyang put his hands behind his back and sized up his opponent. "I heard that you have inherited a total of seven moves of Rulai's Demonic Palm. Although I don't know how many moves you have mastered, why don't we use seven moves to decide the winner?"
As soon as he said this, the spectators all had different expressions.
In a battle between experts, the difference of one move could sometimes decide life and death.
Of course, there were battles that lasted for many days, but there were also battles where the winner was decided in a few moves.
The latter did not mean that the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and the loser could not even take a few moves from the winner.
It was just that the battle was extremely fierce, and every step was dangerous. Every move could take the opponent's life.
If there was a slight mistake, it would be hard to turn the situation around, and they would be killed by the opponent in a few moves.
Everyone looked at Chen Luoyang playfully.
This kid wanted to preserve his strength to deal with the situation after the battle with Yuan Chen.
In other words, he was guarding against us.
Let's not talk about whether you had the ability to defend against us, but are you really so confident that you can get rid of Yuan Chen in a few moves in a life-and-death battle?
It should be known that in such an intense battle, the most likely outcome was that both sides would suffer or perish together …
After staring at Chen Luoyang for a long time, Yuan Chen suddenly smiled. "How about eight moves?"
As soon as he said this, everyone was stunned.
Was this old monk bluffing and engaging in psychological warfare, or did his lineage of Devil Buddhas actually secretly obtained the eighth move of Rulai's Demonic Palm?
If it was true, logically speaking, it should not be so easily exposed in front of everyone.
It was more likely that Yuan Chen was bluffing.
But what if it was true?
Everyone began to mutter in their hearts.
Under the Buddhist light was a treasure pagoda.
The treasure pagoda flashed with seven-colored light, shrouding an indistinct figure.
Around the treasure pagoda stood a group of Buddhist monks from the Western Paradise of the Red Dust World.
The leader, whose Buddhist name was Yan Hui, stared at Chen Luoyang and Yuan Chen in silence.
Next to him, a monk who looked like Jingang said in a deep voice, "No matter how many moves he has, if the Inverse Demon wins, he must be eliminated.
If the people of the Devil religion win, they must also be eliminated.
The branch of the Devil religion in this world also cultivates the Inverse Demon's palm technique. This Chen Luoyang is even more ruthless. He blasphemed Buddha like a Heavenly Demon. Whether here or in the future, he will be a great disaster for the common people. "
Master Yan Hui said, "Don't disturb the peace with the Arhat here. Let's talk about it later."
Hearing this, the monk nodded his head and did not say anything else.
Another old monk at the side said, "There used to be a branch of Buddhism on this plateau, but it was destroyed by this Benefactor Chen. His entire sect was annihilated.
The place to the east was also full of incense, but now it has withered because of him. "
As he spoke, he looked at a young man next to him.
This was the only person dressed like a layman under the Buddha's light.
The young man looked sad and put his palms together. "Masters, please use your thunderous means to subdue this devil and uphold justice for my master and the victims of the Great Jingang Temple."
His name was Su Mingjue, a layman disciple of the Great Jingang Temple's Elder, Dharma King Hui Jue.
After the Great Jingang Temple was destroyed, he and Dharma King Hui Jue depended on each other.
A month ago, Dharma King Hui Jue was killed in the Ganlu Manor in the south of Sichuan by the Devil Emperor's coachman, Jingang, who was originally from the Great Jingang Temple and later devoted himself to the Devil religion.
Su Mingjue was full of grief and indignation, but there was no way for him to take revenge.
This time, he met the people of the Western Paradise on the plateau. He was already desperate, but his heart finally lit up again.
The old monk said, "Mingjue, don't act rashly. You have the root of wisdom, but if you are infected by the three poisons, it will be difficult to get rid of them."
Su Mingjue put his palms together. "This disciple knows his mistake. Thank you for your advice."
At this time, Master Yan Hui said, "It's about to begin."
Everyone's gaze turned to Chen Luoyang and the Devil Monk Yuan Chen in the distance.
"Eight moves is fine. Do what you want. In short, let's end this quickly. Seven or eight moves, it doesn't make much of a difference."
Chen Luoyang said casually, "Maybe we don't need that much?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and clenched his five fingers into a fist.
"The first move."
The fierce and fierce Chi You Form once again stood upright between heaven and earth. It raised its hand and grabbed one of the nine divine weapons above its head, then chopped down on Yuan Chen's head!
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