The black-clothed Mora and the white-clothed Kinara merged under the demonic fog and turned into an even more powerful being.

Self-proclaimed, lawless!

Although he has the power of Kinnara, his mind is dominated by the Mahara.

The King of the Earth Bodhisattva looked at the oncoming Demon Luo Wutian, and vaguely remembered that when he was in the Great Lei Yin Temple, the Buddha had mentioned that for the sake of a twelve-grade black lotus that destroyed the world, the Western Heaven Buddha Gate lost the powerful Kinnara Bodhisattva.

"Isn't it ......"

At this moment, in the heart of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, there was already some speculation.

In the face of the powerful Demon Luo Wutian, the Jizo King Bodhisattva could clearly feel the momentum of the other party that was above him. If you are in your heyday, you may be able to fight against it.

However, he had been shattered by the Styx Sect Ancestor a few days ago, and although it was not as serious as the shattering, it was not an easy task to recover to the peak.

At least, for a short period of time, King Jizo Bodhisattva will no longer be able to fight with the Dharma.

As a result, his combat power has been reduced by at least more than fifty percent.

"Even if it is also in the middle stage of the quasi-sainthood, Mo Luo Wutian is like the old ghost of the Styx, and he has been immersed in this realm for many years, and his true strength is by no means comparable to that of a newcomer like me. What's more, now that I have been cut off an arm, and I can't use the Faxiang to fight for the time being, my strength has been greatly reduced, so I must not be the opponent of this Demon Luo Wutian......"

"The demon clan outside the sky, the demon fog under his control is particularly dangerous, if this seat is defeated in his hands, he will inevitably become a demon puppet."

"Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about no firewood, since you are not an opponent, you might as well ...... It's better to go first! ”

Thinking of this, King Jizo Bodhisattva's eyes narrowed, and he had already made a plan in his heart.

But the moment he turned around and raised the golden light, Mo Luo Wutian seemed to have expected it.

With a wave of his hand, the space in all directions trembled, and endless waves of magic emerged from all directions, almost condensing into entities and turning into a cage.

Between the lightning and flint, the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo was trapped in a cage of demonic mist, and the dark and cold demonic mist turned from virtual to solid, like a cold iron intertwined vertically and horizontally. Although it is not physical, it gives people a sense of indestructibility.

"Jizo King Bodhisattva, you and I rarely see each other, and we haven't said a few words yet, so why rush to leave?"

Mo Luo Wutian approached step by step, and said with an indifferent expression.

Unlike the smile of the Bodhisattva and the coldness of the Mora, the expression of the lawless is always indifferent, and there is no trace of joy, anger or sorrow.

He is like a bottomless pool of water, always giving people a sense of depth and silence.

In the face of such momentum, even the Jizo King Bodhisattva, who is a quasi-holy power, can't help but feel palpitations.

But he knows that cowardice before fighting is a taboo for soldiers, even if he plays a drum in his heart, he must pretend to be awe-inspiring and calm.

"Moro, you wicked obstacle, don't deceive people too much. I know that your strength is extraordinary, and if I have to do it, I don't want to provoke an opponent like you. But you should also know that this seat is also the mid-stage realm of quasi-saints. In terms of strength, it is not much weaker than you, if you are forced to fight each other, this seat should fight to the death! ”

Between the words, the Jizo King Bodhisattva raised his hand and waved lightly, and the fierce Buddha light appeared around him.

Even if he knew that in his current state, he was by no means the opponent of Moluo Wutian, and he had to put on a fearless posture.

Seeing this, Mo Luo Wutian's expressionless face couldn't help but outline a sneer,

"You used to be the King of the Hidden Bodhisattva of the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain, the head of the four great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism, with high authority and great glory. But now, you are panicked like a lost dog, and you are extremely embarrassed. It was Jiang Chen who hurt you to this point. It was the Styx Sect Ancestor who shattered your golden body and caused you to flee in all directions. ”

"The enemy worthy of your attack should be Jiang Chen, the Styx Sect Ancestor, and all the people who have failed you. And these people, by no means include me lawless! ”

"And they, too, are my lawless, enemies of my extraterrestrial demons. In this way, Jiang Chen and the Asura clan are the common enemies of you and me. In that case, why don't you and I join forces and help each other? ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and put it on the shoulder of the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

The Jizo King Bodhisattva glanced at him, frowned slightly, and said, "You, want to cooperate with me?" ”

"Hehe, the last time your Outer Heaven Demon Clan cooperated with Buddhism, you betrayed your promise, causing Buddhism to suffer a great loss. Why should an unfaithless and unrighteous man like you be made to believe in you? ”

The Jizo King Bodhisattva raised his hand and waved it away, and swept away the big hand of the Demon Luo Wutian.

In this regard, Wutian was not angry, and still had a cold smile on his face,

"Last time, I think there may be some misunderstandings between you and me, if we cooperate again, we should put aside our previous suspicions."

"As for why you believe me, I think these two gifts may let you see my sincerity."

Before the words fell, Mo Luo Wutian slowly raised his hand, and on top of his palms, he held up a ball of strange things.

Above his left hand, there was a pitch-black aura, cloudy and sticky, cold and piercing, and exuding an evil aura that made people shudder.

Seeing this, the Jizo King Bodhisattva couldn't help but show a look of vigilance.

He could feel that the aura of this pitch-black strange thing was particularly similar to the aura of demonic mist behind Mo Luo Wutian. It can be said that this is a strengthened and condensed version of the magic fog.

Once the Jizo King Bodhisattva is defeated by the hands of Moluo Wutian, under the invasion of this demonic mist, he will also be reduced to the end of becoming a demon puppet.

Above Mo Luo Wutian's right hand, however, was a fist-sized, dark gold, a golden light intertwined by thousands of threads.

Profound and vast, incomparably mysterious.

"This, this is ...... Faith merit! ”

"How could you possibly have such a treasure?"

Jizo King Bodhisattva was shocked.

The Outer Heaven Demon Clan, notorious, troubles the Three Realms, and everyone gets and punishes it.

King Jizo Bodhisattva would rather believe that the sow will go up to the tree than believe that there are people in the Three Realms who believe in the Outer Demons.

Seeing the surprised look on the face of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, Moluo Wutian couldn't help but chuckle,

"West Heavenly Spirit Mountain, sure enough, is a group of pedantic and stubborn people, who only know how to harvest the merits of sentient beings, but forget that they are also one of sentient beings."

"In the eyes of the world, my Outer Heaven Demon Clan is an evil demon, a thief, a heinous criminal, and a person who deserves to be killed. But from the standpoint of my Outer Heaven Demon Clan, what are those so-called righteous people? ”

"The beings of the Three Realms, like the sheep they keep in captivity, are not only worshipped by them, but also reap their faith. And our demons outside the sky are like wolves outside the sheepfold. Sheep graze and recuperate. Wolves eat sheep, rightfully so. And some people who claim to be righteous have to play the role of hunters, violating the law of the jungle under the way of heaven, driving out the wolves and protecting the sheep. ”

"For the sheep, this is justice, and whoever does it is the savior. But for us wolves, it's nothing less than destruction! ”

"Therefore, we never believe in other races, and only ourselves are worthy of our faith. We are also one of the sentient beings, and from a certain point of view, we are equal to the human race and the demon race. Their faith will turn into merit, and we ...... The same is true. ”

"This thing is the merit of the belief of the hundreds of millions of demons of my Outer Heaven Demon Clan, and it is also one of the sincerity that this seat brings to you."

"Jizo King Bodhisattva, you are a wise person, I hope these two gifts can make you feel ...... The sincerity of this seat. ”

Between the words, Mo Luo Wutian's eyes narrowed, and the terrifying power of the power stirred out of his body.