Chapter 961: Buddha and Demon

In the space of the Tanhua Hall, purple and gold stars hang high, casting a cold light of the day.

Under the starry sky, the fight between Xu Yang and the purple mask has reached a white-hot state. They exchanged extreme punches.

The strong wind released by the collision of the moves attacked a hundred miles, as if to tear apart the purple and gold stars.

After a while, the two figures separated and barely tied.

At this moment, Xu Yang, who had improved his power with the half-demon dragon transformation, was also a little overwhelmed. He gasped and whispered: "What a powerful guy, the Yuanmo aura on his body is almost the same as the demon general I saw in the Qinghuo Demon Realm before."

The purple mask on the opposite side was also panting, and a stream of purple demonic aura spurted out of the ear and eye on the side of his head, like the spout of a boiling kettle.

"I'm so tired." The purple mask whispered to himself.

Before he finished speaking, the purple mask on his face flashed and turned into a golden mask, and at the same time, his power aura changed from Yuanmo aura to Golden Buddha aura.

At this moment, the monk Jin Yu, who had just been hiding behind Xu Yang, flashed in front of Xu Yang and rushed forward.

"Now." The monk Jin Yu shouted.

As he rushed forward, he pinched his hands together. His white cassock flew across his body. The third golden eye between his eyebrows suddenly shone, and a golden image of a sitting Buddha appeared in the pupil of the golden eye.

"Magic power - Tianmu Zhenhun!"

A golden light was thrown out from the third golden eye between the eyebrows of the monk Jin Yu, and it immediately fell into the eyes of the guy with the golden mask opposite.

Even through the mask, the two small holes at the position of the golden mask's eyes can still see the jumping golden light. That is the instinctive reaction of the pupil after being hit.

"I..."

The golden mask was about to say "I'm here", but he couldn't say it anymore when he was halfway through the words.

The aura of the golden mask's body was just boiling, but it was like being poured with a basin of cold water, the body stagnated, and the aura was restrained.

"Friend, knock off his mask." Jin Yu Xiaoseng shouted.

At this moment, in the third golden eye of Jin Yu Xiaoseng, a golden sitting Buddha image has been lit up. It is his Tianmu magical power - Tianmu Zhenhun technique. But I don't know how long it can suppress the soul of the opponent's golden mask.

Jin Yu Xiaoseng's Tianmu magical power first style "Tianmu Zhenhun" is to suppress the opponent's soul. With his current skill, the limit of the spell is three breaths. The time for the opponent's soul to stagnate after being hit is uncertain. If the soul power and state of mind of the person who was hit are very low, I am afraid that he will not be able to wake up from the state of soul calming for an hour. If the soul power and state of mind of the person who was hit are very strong, even much higher than Jin Yu Xiaoseng, maybe he can wake up from the state of soul calming in one breath.

Compared with the two golden masks on the opposite side in terms of skill, Jin Yu Xiaoseng's skill was barely promoted to the first level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm after drinking the Golden Light Soup. The power displayed by the golden mask on the opposite side is the second level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.

Although the Heavenly Eye Technique of the monk Jin Yu is powerful, it has the biggest weakness, which is that it is difficult to work on people with higher cultivation than the monk Jin Yu.

This time, the monk Jin Yu seized the moment when the golden mask just changed and the power was not stable, and then let the opponent fall. And how long can the Heavenly Eye Soul-Calming Technique of the monk Jin Yu suppress the opponent's soul? According to his judgment, it should be very short.

"Leave it to me, Xu Xiaoxian!"

Hearing the voice, Xu Yang, regardless of the fatigue of the power, visually judged the distance between himself and the golden mask, which was about thirty feet.

"At such a distance, the fastest means of attack can only be the flying knife technique." Xu Yang calculated quickly in his heart.

But he saw clusters of black flames rising between the ten fingers of Xu Yang's hands. The black fire instantly condensed and conjured eight black flaming flying knives.

Then, Xu Yang's arms swung violently like a big bird spreading its wings.

Huh!

Eight black fire flying knives flew out, dragging eight long black fire belts behind them. Due to the power of the demon dragon of the dark scales, the black fire burning outside the flying knives instantly upgraded to the shape of a black dragon. The dragon head spit out the sharpness of the flying knives.

Xu Yang added his own flying knife skills-the art of the thousand feet without form to the demon dragon black fire.

In the blink of an eye

, the eight dragon fire flying knives broke through the void and arrived in front of the golden mask thirty feet away.

At this moment, the golden light and shadow at the pupil of the golden mask converged. Only a breath of time had passed since he was hit.

The golden mask immediately found that the eight flying knives were attacking, and hurriedly urged his body, and the golden light rose all over his body. He stepped on the golden light, and his body flew backwards, while his fists kept punching out.

Fists out! There is a golden mountain Dharma image to suppress it.

Eight golden mountain Dharma images fell in succession and blocked him in front of himself.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang bang.

The eight dragon fire flying knives that Xu Yang had sacrificed were all shattered by the golden mountain fist thrown by the golden mask. The eight flying knives only left the remaining black fire lines, which seemed unwilling to dissipate.

"You want to hurt me with such a trick..." The voice of the golden mask stopped abruptly.

The eight remaining black fire lines flew and merged into the shape of a flying knife again. Although it was not as solid as before, it was faster and arrived in front of the golden mask in an instant. It was too late for the golden mask to punch again.

The golden mask instinctively tilted his head back.

Bang!

A crisp sound!

The mask on his face was cut in half from the middle, fell down, and turned into ashes in the burning of black fire.

The golden mask fell, revealing the purple mask inside, but a black line instantly appeared in the middle of the purple mask. With a snap, it broke into two halves, fell down, and was also turned into ashes in the black fire.

The masked man lost his mask and revealed his true face.

Xu Yang was panting, holding the Wuxiang Qianren magic formula in his hands before he could put it down. He looked at the strange man opposite from a distance and couldn't help but take a breath.

Under the mask, there turned out to be an extremely weird half-human, half-animal face.

Half human, half leopard beast.

Half of the human's face exudes the faint golden aura of the Golden Buddha, while half of the leopard beast's face exudes bursts of purple Yuanmo aura.

"It's the Demon Buddha's line." The golden jade monk said in surprise.

This time, the mask was destroyed, and the weirdo on the opposite side was immediately confused.

"The mask is gone, whose turn is it to control this body?"

"It should be me. The mask was knocked off just now due to your mistake."

"How could it be because of me? You were in decline before, so I took your place."

"Didn't you also experience a decline before? Only by taking turns can we keep our bodies full and under control. Only then will we be invincible and able to kill people."

"Woo, ah, hum..."

Different half faces, two different minds. Without the change of masks, they fell into a dispute, fighting for control of each other's bodies, and they couldn't even speak clearly.

Upon seeing this, the young golden jade monk immediately had a countermeasure in his mind.

A ball of golden light flashed, and the golden monk disappeared.

The next moment, three feet away from the strange man opposite, a ball of golden light suddenly appeared out of thin air, revealing the body of the golden jade monk.

"He is ruthless -" the golden monk shouted loudly and made a hand seal. The third golden eye between his eyebrows shone again, with a golden Sanskrit character jumping in it.

"Supernatural power - the inner demon Brahma realm."

The half-man, half-beast monster was already in a state of competition with each other in terms of skills and bodies at this moment. He had no defense at all and was hit in one fell swoop.

A purple leopard eye on half of his face suddenly turned golden, and a black pupil on the other half of his face also turned golden at the same time.

"You are you, but you are not you. Your opponent is yourself." The golden jade monk said clearly.

The sound is like a bell, flying up into the starry sky, and like an oracle, falling in the ears of the weirdo.

As he spoke, the golden monk walked toward the weirdo.

"No! Don't come over!" In the weird man's half-leopard-faced eyes, the golden monk turned into another person at this moment.

It was a great monk who was as tall as a hill, with shiny golden mountain lines on his exposed skin.

The face of the great monk is exactly the face of the other half, Master Jiulong of the Golden Buddha Temple. The golden light energy emitted from the surface of the great monk's body appears like a golden mountain. Every time he takes a step forward,

The earth was shaking, as if the golden mountain was about to fall and suppress the world.

"No! Don't come over!" In the eyes of the other half of the weirdo, the golden monk turned into a burly demon general.

It was a powerful demon general wearing amethyst armor and having the appearance of a leopard beast. Every time the demon general takes a step forward, there will be a surge of purple demonic energy. The purple demonic energy condenses into an angry leopard's mouth, as if it is about to swallow up the whole world at once.

...

"ah!"

"ah!"

The two halves of the weirdo's face were crazily distorted.

His body surface suddenly emitted a monstrous aura of golden light, with a golden mountain Dharma hanging high, and then a terrifying Yuan Demon aura erupted, roaring like a Yuan Demon Leopard King.

The two breaths alternated rapidly, and finally the golden light breath and the Yuan Demon breath burst out at the same time, with the two halves of the weirdo's face as the boundary, drawing a straight line down to the soles of his feet.

Like the purple and gold stars high above, the boundaries are clear.

Buddha and devil are on the line!

Suddenly, the weirdo stretched out his hands and grabbed his chest, his ten fingers digging into his flesh.

ah--

The weirdo roared wildly and tore his chest violently with his hands.

In a terrifying moment, the aura of humans and demons burst out at the same time, the world trembled, and streaks of golden or purple thunder erupted from the tear in his chest.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The weirdo's life was torn in half by himself.

Half monk, half leopard demon.

Half of the monk's body is flesh, and the other half is made of golden light.

Half of the Leopard Demon is flesh, and the other half is made of purple mist.

The monk and the leopard demon faced each other, staring at each other, anger written on their respective faces.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The same words came out of their mouths at the same time like daggers.

The next moment, the two of them used all their strength, strode towards each other, punched out with all their strength, and fought to the death!

"Fist technique - Jinshan!"

"Fist technique - magic spin!"

Their fists collapsed into pieces in the deadly fight, followed by their arms, shoulders, and bodies...

Half of their respective bodies completely collapsed, leaving only half of the golden light and half of the purple mist fighting together.

The strange thing is that the golden light and purple mist actually merged into one during the fight, turning into half human and half demon.

Just like a thousand years ago, the story between Monk Jiulong and the Demon General "Fire Leopard" of the Western Regions is repeating itself.

Thousands of years ago, the early stages of the war between humans and demons between the Northern Territory and the Western Territory.

Monk Jiulong from the Golden Buddha Temple and the Demon General "Fire Leopard" from the Western Regions each led their teams to encounter each other, and a fierce battle took place.

The five hundred monks and five hundred demon soldiers led by both sides fell on the battlefield.

At this time, the monk Jiulong and the Fire Leopard Demon General were already blood-thirsty. They used a move that was infused with their life-long cultivation to fight for life and death.

The result was that fate played tricks on them. They each lost half of their bodies, and the remaining bodies were strangely fused together, and lost some memories.

From that day on, there was a half-human, half-demon guy on the Zhongyuan Continent. This guy killed people when he met people, and killed demons when he met demons. In the end, he was hunted down by the human race in the northern region and the demon race in the western region at the same time.

In the end, the half-human, half-demon weirdo was captured by Lu Qingyun of the Yu Dao Sect and imprisoned in the palace space of the Yu Dao Sect.

......

At this moment, Xu Yang and the little monk Jin Yu stood side by side, staring at the human figure formed by the fusion of a ball of golden light and a ball of purple demonic energy on the opposite side.

Xu Yang and the little monk Jin Yu looked at each other and were speechless.

The starlight was chilly and a little cold.

Soon, the golden light and demonic energy on the opposite side turned into a purple-gold flame and burned.

Two white figures rose from the purple-gold flame, and they walked shoulder to shoulder towards the depths of the purple-gold starry sky.

"Friends." Two words came out of the void.

These two words recorded the story of him and him in the palace space for a thousand years. It was a story of telling each other their stories every day. In this story, they were no longer enemies, but friends.

Buddha is not Buddha, demon is not demon, but human.