Chapter 847: War Begins

With a strong enemy in front, the two sides are about to fight.

As the monk Liu Jin urged his magic power, a band of purple-gold light spun and spread out with his feet as the center, accompanied by countless golden Sanskrit characters.

The golden belt spun, the golden talisman fell, and the golden Buddha shone brightly.

The soul power was materialized and transformed, and the monk Liu Jin's physical attainments were powerful. The golden monk's robe outside his body rolled like a wave, and the powerful soul domain that a Tianjie realm monk should have spread out instantly.

As the monk Liu Jin gathered the power of his soul, purple-gold runes appeared on the surface of his arms and fists, which was exactly the "Vajra Subduing Demon Magic" he was good at.

This magic is a kind of domineering Buddhist physical skill that engraved the Buddhist array talisman on the body with a special physical cultivation method. When practiced to the highest tenth level, the whole body is an indestructible magic weapon, as if possessed by a demon-subduing Vajra.

Monk Liujin narrowed his eyes and immediately transmitted a message: "Everyone, follow the attack strategy we just formulated and start the battle!"

"Monk Liujin is here, the remnants of the demon clan will die!"

As soon as the voice fell, Monk Liujin stepped on the purple-gold light, leaving only a residual shadow on the spot and rushed forward.

The three demon lords on the opposite side saw this, and the demon lord standing in the middle turned his head and said: "Two brothers, let me "Purple Blood Demon Lord" teach Monk Liujin, the first physical cultivator of the Golden Buddha Temple."

"Okay, brother, you are known as the first physical cultivator of the Western Region Demon Clan, and the battle between the two of you must be a good show." A demon lord on the left said.

"Brother Purple Blood Demon Lord, you must destroy Monk Liujin and let him know that in a head-on fight, the warriors of my Western Region Demon Clan will never lose to anyone. These thief monks of the Golden Buddha Temple, every one of them deserves to die." A demon lord on the right said.

The purple-robed man who called himself "Purple Blood Demon Lord" was full of demon essence.

He exuded a stream of purple demon essence breath. In the flying demonic aura, purple runes twisted and flashed endlessly, and their shape was incomparable.

Purple light flew, purple runes flew, and purple blood demons were mad.

The powerful demon blood field spread out, and wherever it passed, purple blood was raging and purple lightning rolled, fully demonstrating the powerful level of the Tianjie realm cultivator.

As the "Purple Blood Demon Venerable"'s body power improved, purple magic patterns appeared on his exposed arms, and the strength of his physical body suddenly strengthened.

The Purple Blood Demon Venerable shouted, "You thief bald head from the Golden Buddha Temple, let me let you know how powerful the physical cultivation of my Western Region Demon Clan is."

The purple blood shadow under the feet of the Purple Blood Demon Venerable rolled, and the whole person rushed out at once.

The next moment, in the void dozens of feet away, a ball of gold and a ball of purple appeared at the same time, which were the real bodies of the Six Gold Monk and the Purple Blood Demon Venerable.

Without stopping for a moment, the Six Gold Monk punched out.

On the surface of his punch, purple-gold spiritual power condensed, and it looked like a golden storm, rubbing against the void and making a squeak.

"Fist technique - Vajra Storm!"

Fist out!

Wind roar!

At the same time as the Six Gold Monk punched out, the Purple Blood Demon Lord also punched out.

On the surface of his fist, the purple blood color rolled and condensed, revealing a huge purple lion head. The purple lion head was as solid as the real thing, with angry blood teeth, as if it came from the devil's domain, causing the surrounding void to collapse faintly.

"Fist technique - Demon Lion Roar!"

Fist out!

Lion Roar!

The two fists collided.

Bang! It was like a thunderbolt exploding.

At the collision point, the void collapsed into a huge black hole, and then a circle of visible strong wind exploded, sweeping across thousands of feet.

For a moment, the purple light and the golden light entangled continuously, tearing apart purple and golden spots of light, as if a heavenly calamity had arrived.

After a moment, the two figures suddenly separated and each retreated a hundred feet away.

In the middle of them, there was a gust of wind and a collapsed void.

The six-gold monk looked at the purple-blooded demon lord opposite him.

The purple-blooded demon lord looked at the six-gold monk opposite him.

The eyes of the two were like invisible swords colliding in the void, full of murderous aura.

"The power of this purple-blooded demon lord is not inferior to mine. It is really hard to imagine how powerful he would be if he had not been suppressed by the formation for a thousand years." The six-gold monk muttered in his heart.

"This six-gold monk is worthy of being the first physical cultivator of the Golden Buddha Temple. There are not many people in the world who can fight with my purple-blooded demon lord without losing the upper hand." The purple-blooded demon lord muttered in his heart.

Although the two were just testing the punch just now, they both used more than 60% of their strength. At this moment, the blood in their hearts turned into fighting spirit and was ignited.

"Fight again!"

"Fight again!"

The two said in unison.

The two figures disappeared at the same time, and in a flash, a ball of gold and a ball of purple collided again somewhere in the void.

The two figures followed each other like shadows, you retreated and I advanced, you advanced and I retreated, chasing each other.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

The fists of both sides collided, exploding circles of dazzling wind visible to the naked eye.

Before the fist force of the previous punch was fully released, the fists of the two people collided again in another part of the space. Because the speed was too fast, the fighting figures of the two left countless afterimages in the void.

One of the two was the ultimate of Buddhist body cultivation, and the other was the top of the magic body cultivation. For a while, it was difficult to tell the winner.

Not long after, the two punched each other thousands of times.

Bang!

The two were hit by each other's punch on the shoulder, and their figures flew back three hundred feet away. The clothes on their shoulders were torn, the flesh was stained with blood, and the bones on their shoulders were broken.

But neither of them cried out a word of pain, and even their expressions and demeanor were normal.

"So strong."

"So strong."

The two of them agreed at the same time on the strength of the other's fist.

Both of them practiced extremely powerful physical training techniques. Their physical bodies were as strong as magic weapons. Ordinary swords could not hurt them at all, let alone the power of bare fists.

Monk Liujin's right hand turned into a sword finger and tapped his injured left shoulder a few times. Golden light flickered where the finger fell, and golden Sanskrit characters immediately appeared on the surface of the injured shoulder.

As soon as the magic power is activated, the powerful Vajra Demon Subduing Magical Power repairs the injury at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving no trace in the blink of an eye.

The Purple Blood Demon Lord opposite turned his head to look at the wound on his left shoulder. He pressed his right palm on his left shoulder, and a ball of purple blood rolled in his palm. When his palm was removed, the injured area was smooth as before.

The six-gold monk thought to himself: "I can't continue to be entangled with this purple-blooded demon, because the others may not be able to hold on and lose early. By then, I will be besieged by two or three demons at the same time. Don't say too much. If you hold on for a while, even if you escape intact, it's a luxury. After all, this purple-blooded demon has been sealed for a thousand years, and his body is far from its peak. If I fight with him with all my strength, I should be able to gain some advantages."

Having made his judgment, Monk Liujin clasped his hands together, and on his fingertips, golden Sanskrit characters about an inch in size kept jumping.

At the same time, more and more purple-gold light bands emanated from the body of the Six-Gold Monk. Buddhist runes began to appear on his exposed arms and face.

His entire body looked like a Buddhist magic weapon covered with talismans and inscriptions.

"Supernatural power - Demon-slaying Vajra Transformation!"

Astonishingly, Monk Liujin's figure expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant he became as big as a hundred feet.

A golden Buddhist Vajra stands between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the Purple Blood Demon Lord opposite showed a little surprise in his eyes, "This is the real cultivation of the first body of the Golden Buddha Temple."

Strength? I, the Purple Blood Demon Lord, will never let this guy look down upon me. "

The Purple Blood Demon Lord quickly formed the seal with his hands, and on his fingertips, the purple blood runes were beating crazily.

Buzz!

The Purple Blood Demon Lord's body erupted with a powerful aura from the inside out, suddenly exploding, and the purple robe outside his body was torn to pieces.

"Supernatural power - Demon Blood King Kong!"

His figure also expanded rapidly, reaching hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye. It transformed into a demon-blooded King Kong with a naked upper body, a ferocious face, muscles as strong as a hill, and demon-blood runes covering its body.

"Hahaha." The hundred-foot-tall Purple-Blooded Demon Lord looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Six-Gold Monk, is this your limit? It's not enough to defeat this Demon Lord. This Demon Lord's Demon-Blooded King Kong body will Blow you to pieces."

The sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the heaven and the earth.

The six-gold monk, who was also a hundred feet tall, said loudly: "Purple Blood Demon Lord, don't be arrogant. Let me send you to hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Liujin monk's 100-foot figure jumped forward, cupped his fists with both hands, and slammed them down.

"Fist-King Kong!"

He held his fists tightly and dropped them, like falling a golden mountain. Countless golden Sanskrit characters surged out from the surface of the fist. From a distance, they looked like a golden dragon covered with scales, so spectacular.

Almost at the same time, the purple-blooded demon king's 100-foot-long body also jumped forward, and he also clenched his fists and smashed them down.

"Fist technique - Blood Demon!"

On the surface of both fists, the power of demonic blood condensed, and the head of a one-horned blood demon suddenly appeared, vowing to swallow the sky.

The next moment, the extreme moves of the two after transformation collided in a place high in the sky.

Boom boom boom——

The bursting wind swept across hundreds of miles, and the violent sound was not known to be the roar of King Kong or the roar of the blood demon.

Where the two moves collided, a large "little sun" appeared. It's just that half of this little sun is the color of golden light, and the other half is the color of purple blood. Half of the void was dyed with golden light, and the other half was dyed with purple blood.

It took a long time before the power of the two moves was exhausted.

The two hundred-foot figures flew out upside down and landed thousands of feet away.

Their hundred-foot-long bodies returned to their original size at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although their transformation techniques are powerful, the consumption of the collision just brought an extremely powerful burden. Therefore, neither party can maintain the transformed state for a long time.

The Liujin monk's body swayed slightly before he stood firm. Waves of golden steam emitted from the surface of his exposed skin, and his aura became much more stable. He felt the hot blood boiling in his chest, and he quickly used his energy to suppress it. He was as strong as a six-gold monk, but he was also feeling sore all over at this moment.

The Purple Blood Demon Lord opposite raised one hand and wore a large purple robe outside his body. Although the wide brim of the purple robe covered his eyebrows, there was clearly a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his exposed mouth.

The two had just had an extreme one-move duel, and it seemed that the Six-Gold Monk had taken a slight advantage. But neither side suffered substantial damage, nor did they lose the ability to fight.

Monk Liujin frowned and thought quickly: "The current situation is troublesome. Even if I try my best, I can't defeat this guy. It seems that the battle between me and him will turn into a war of attrition. I don't know. Can Golden Bald Tutuo, Silver Bald Tutuo, and Xu Yang's group of four lay disciples be able to resist the other two demons?"

The Purple Blood Demon Lord did not want to give Monk Liujin any chance to breathe. His figure flashed, fell in the void a few times, and then rushed forward again.

"Monk Liujin, what are you thinking about? The battle between you and me hasn't been decided yet?"

The Purple Blood Demon Lord smashed down his fists with demon blood crazily, showing the arrogance and violence of the Demon Lord.

The six-gold monk had no time to think too much. He bit his silver teeth and waved his fists to meet the attack.

The two men were locked in a fight, and it was hard to tell who would win.