Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Above Qingwu Valley, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the spiritual pressure surged like a tsunami.

Various colors of escape lights, magic weapons, and spells intertwined and collided, causing a deafening roar, turning the originally quiet valley into a boiling furnace.

Su Chen stood in the center of the storm, his white clothes were whiter than snow, his long black hair dancing wildly.

The ginkgo mark between his eyebrows was no longer a warm golden color, but was like molten red gold, flowing with a lava-like luster, forming a thrilling contrast with the dark demonic flames surging around him that seemed to be able to devour the light.

The dual aspects of Buddha and devil coexist in him in a strange and harmonious way, emitting a soul-shaking pressure.

The Thousand-Leaf Ancient Buddha sat upright on the half-broken golden lotus platform, no longer showing any compassion or calmness.

His robes were torn, a trace of golden blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, the muscles on his round face were twitching slightly, and his eyes were unprecedentedly solemn and cold.

He formed seals with his hands, and uttered Sanskrit sounds like thunder. Behind him appeared a golden statue that was a hundred feet tall, with a blurry face but overwhelming power!

The Dharmakāya held a huge phantom of a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, with the Buddha's light that could purify everything and the power to crush mountains, and smashed it down towards Su Chen's head!

"Evil creature! Be punished!"

"Subdue me? With your fake Buddha?"

Su Chen howled toward the sky, his voice piercing through the clouds, carrying with it endless sarcasm and arrogance.

He suddenly raised his hands to the sky, and the devil flames around him instantly condensed, turning into a huge black lotus platform that covered the sky and the sun! The lotus petals were stacked one after another, with dark golden Buddha patterns flowing on the edges, and in the center was an abyss that swallowed everything!

This is exactly what he transformed from the fusion of the power of Buddha and the devil with the huge negative energy of Linglong's heart - the **World-Destroying and Sin-Purifying Lotus**!

"Boom——!!!"

The phantom of the Demon-Subduing Pestle and the World-Destroying Black Lotus collided violently!

There was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The golden light of the Demon-Subduing Pestle was like a drop in the ocean, swallowed up and annihilated by the deep darkness at the center of the black lotus!

The Buddha patterns on the edge of the black lotus wrapped around the phantom of the Demon-Subduing Pestle like a living thing, making a "sizzling" corrosion sound!

The golden body of Qianye Ancient Buddha trembled violently, emitting a wail as it could not bear the heavy burden, and spider-web-like cracks instantly covered its surface!

"puff--!"

The Qianye Ancient Buddha could no longer hold on, and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of golden blood. The light of the lotus platform dimmed, and the golden body shattered!

He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. His breath instantly weakened to the lowest point. For the first time, an expression of horror and disbelief appeared on his face.

The ancient Buddha statue that he was so proud of was severely damaged by a single blow!

At the same time, Su Chen's figure flashed everywhere on the battlefield like a ghost.

He snapped his fingers, and a small but extremely condensed black lotus crashed into the "Luoshui Sky Curtain" offered by Shui Yao, the leader of the Luoshui Sect.

The water curtain, which was said to be able to resist the invasion of all kinds of weapons, was like fragile glass in front of the black lotus. It shattered with a "crash". Master Shui Yao groaned, and was shocked by the backlash force and retreated repeatedly, his face pale.

He flicked his robe sleeves, and a deep darkness surged like a tide towards the strings of the zither plucked by Lingyin Palace Master Chu Yinhui.

The celestial music that could confuse people's minds and tear apart their souls suddenly stopped, and the strings of the zither broke!

Chu Yinhui's delicate body trembled violently, blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and her beautiful eyes were full of horror.

He took a step forward, and a blood-colored array pattern spread under his feet, instantly trapping Ling Quezi, the furious leader of Danyang Peak.

The violent fire spirit power around Ling Quezi's body was like being poured with a basin of ice water, and most of it was extinguished in an instant. The natal alchemy furnace that he was proud of let out a wail, and cracks appeared on the furnace wall. He himself was hit by the bloody evil energy rising from the formation and bled from all seven orifices. It was a horrible sight.

The leader of the Yanji Sect, Yan Lie, was the most miserable. When he saw Su Chen with his back to him, he tried to launch a sneak attack. As soon as he shot out a blazing sky-burning flame, Su Chen didn't even look back but slapped him with his backhand.

A giant palm condensed from pure demonic energy arrived first and not only dispersed his flames, but also imprinted on his chest with the remaining force.

The sound of bone breaking was clearly audible, Yanlie screamed, his chest collapsed, and he smashed into the distant mountain wall like a broken sack, with gravel flying everywhere, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

In just a few breaths, the top combat forces of the immortals and Buddhas were like chickens and dogs in the hands of Su Chen, and were either killed or injured!

The entire battlefield was dead silent, with only the groans of the seriously wounded and their terrified gasps to be heard.

All the surviving monks were terrified and looked at the white-clothed demonic figure in the field with eyes filled with boundless fear.

Only then did they realize in despair that even though Su Chen had spent fifty years setting up the formation to resurrect Nan Xiang, and the losses were enormous, his power had already exceeded their comprehension!

This is not a fight on the same level at all!

In this suffocating silence, a resentful figure swooped out like a poisonous snake!

Cui Yan, the eldest disciple of Yanji Sect, had bloodshot eyes as he stared at Nan Xiang, who was protected by Su Chen on the edge of the battlefield and seemed "isolated and helpless".

He had been obsessed with Linghui for a long time and had long regarded her as a forbidden delicacy. He blamed Linghui's death entirely on Nanxiang, the "witch who brought disaster".

Seeing that Su Chen was dealing with the leaders of various factions and had no time to care about other things, his heart was completely consumed by hatred and jealousy, and he launched a sneak attack regardless of the consequences!

"Witch! Pay for Junior Sister Linghui's life!"

Cui Yan's face was distorted and he roared loudly.

He burned his essence and blood, and poured all his spiritual power into a "Heart-Burning and Bone-Eroding Needle" that was as thin as an ox hair, completely red, and exuded a sinister aura!

This is the Yanji Sect's secret and vicious magic weapon, which is specially designed to break the protective qi of the body. Those who are hit will have their heart meridians burned, their soul corroded, and suffer unbearable pain!

The red poison needle turned into an almost invisible stream of light, with a piercing scream, and shot directly at Nan Xiang's back viciously! The speed was extremely fast!

Nan Xiang seemed to be aware of something. She didn't even turn around, but just tilted her head slightly, and a hint of cold sarcasm flashed in her clear eyes.

Her fingers hidden in her sleeves moved slightly, and a thin but extremely tough red rope with a golden-red glow was ready to strangle the ignorant ant on the spot.

However, what was faster than her red rope was Su Chen's reaction!

At the moment when the poison needle was less than three feet away from Nan Xiang's back, Su Chen, who was slapping Yan Lie away with a palm, seemed to have eyes on his back, or there was some kind of spiritual connection between him and Nan Xiang that transcended the five senses.

He turned his head suddenly, and his abyss-like eyes instantly locked onto Cui Yan and the sinister poison needle!

The cold murderous intent in his eyes caused the temperature of the entire Qingwu Valley to drop suddenly!

"How dare an ant?!"

Su Chen didn't even struggle to break free from the remaining magical restraints that were still trying to entangle him. He just snapped his fingers in the direction of Cui Yan!

A finger wind that was condensed to the extreme, mixed with the golden and red power of Buddha and demon, arrived first and hit the heart-burning and bone-eroding needle with incredible precision!

"Ding!" With a slight sound, the poison needle instantly turned into powder!

The finger wind continued to move forward with unabated force, as if it had crossed the distance of space and instantly appeared in front of Cui Yan!

The resentment and the grim smile of impending success on Cui Yan's face froze in an instant, and were replaced by boundless fear and despair.

He didn't even have time to make any sound.

"puff!"

The finger wind gently touched his brow.

The next moment, under the gazes of countless horrified eyes, Cui Yan's body, along with his clothes, magic weapons, and even the fragments of his soul, were like a wax figure thrown into a raging fire. Starting from the point between his eyebrows, they quickly and silently decomposed and annihilated!

There were no screams, no flying blood and flesh, only a wisp of green smoke drifting away, leaving only a faint charred mark on the spot, indicating that a life once existed here.

The body and soul are completely destroyed! A clean death! There is not even a chance for reincarnation!