The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 8987: Open your eyes
Dark sword qi gathered into a nightmare airflow, overwhelmingly slashed towards Ye Chen.
"Boy, you are dead today!"
"Dzi Beads Change, Suppress Me!"
Hong Chunqiu grinned, borrowing the power of the demon goddess, and using the power of the goddess, he displayed the Dzi Bead Transformation of the Forbidden Technique. The dark Dzi Beads flashing with magic light erupted from his hands, smashing into Ye Chen like stars falling.
"Not good, bad! We might die today, little one!"
Venerable Fahua shouted, if it is a Demon Ancestor Wutian, or just a Hong Chunqiu, he can deal with it.
But when the two of them add up, with the support of the witch's will behind them, the situation is dangerous, and he feels suffocated.
Marven Ye gritted his teeth, seeing that Mozu Wutian and Hong Chunqiu joined forces to kill him, so he had to borrow the power of Venerable Fahua to keep dodging.
At the same time, Ye Chen expressed his will and wanted to call the elders of the ancient Buddhist holy land to come over.
However, Hong Chunqiu had already guarded against Ye Chen's hand. When he first came, he used the witch's willpower to block the surrounding void and isolate everything.
The battle that takes place here is completely invisible from the outside.
Marven Ye wanted to ask for help, but it was absolutely impossible.
In the outside world, many elders of the Holy Land of Ancient Buddhas, as well as Xiao Xinghe, Patriarch of Ran Deng, Master Chi Feng, Yelan, Zanghai and others, visited the core area of the battlefield, but could not detect anything.
They only saw a layer of fog covering the entire core area of the battlefield.
That layer of fog was the air wave that erupted from Ye Chen and the demon ancestors, the Buddha and the demon, but it hasn't dissipated yet, and the Buddha's light has faded, but the demonic energy has become stronger and stronger, which looks very strange .
"What the **** is going on? Could it be that the Lord of Reincarnation is going to be killed by Mozu Wutian?"
The elders of many ancient Buddhist holy places looked at each other, but did not know the truth.
In the core area of the battlefield, even though Ye Chen borrowed the power of Venerable Fahua, he still felt very difficult to fight against two, and gradually fell into a desperate situation.
"Ye Chen, give you a chance, submit to me, help me deal with Wu Zu, I can spare you."
Suddenly, in the void, a cold female voice came out. It was the voice of a witch.
When Hong Chunqiu heard it, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Boy, Lord Witch personally invited you, why don't you surrender quickly?"
I thought to myself: "You must never agree!"
He thought that if Ye Chen surrendered, where would he have a place in front of the witch in the future?
Ye Chen didn't care what Hong Chunqiu was thinking, and when he heard the request from the witch, he didn't even hesitate, and said, "I said, I can't betray Master Wuzu."
The witch snorted coldly and said, "If you are stubborn, then you will die!"
When her voice fell, the demonic power in the void oscillated, and the demonic energy roared.
The witch mark on Hong Chunqiu's forehead flashed the most dazzling fierce light, and even pulled out thorns from the mark.
This scene is quite strange. On Hong Chunqiu's forehead, a large number of thorns grow, like vines, and quickly spread to the ground, covering the audience.
"Lord Witch, calm down, calm down."
Hong Chunqiu screamed in agony, but he couldn't bear the divine power of the witch's will.
However, the witch didn't care about his life or death, she just used his body to use her own will to kill.
A large number of thorns grew, turned into demons that devoured people, and slaughtered towards Ye Chen fiercely.
That's the murderous look of the Throne of Thorns!
The witch sat on the throne of thorns, and the first person she wanted to kill was Ye Chen!
Ye Chen's pupils shrank, and he felt those thorns, each of which was covered with **** killing intent, and the sharp barbs growing on them, I don't know how sharp they were, enough to penetrate the human soul.
A string of thorns quickly climbed up Ye Chen's body, entangling him to death.
"Damn!"
Marven Ye gritted his teeth, only to feel that his skin was pierced, and the piercing pain spread.
At the juncture of life and death, he was ready to sacrifice the Heavenly Sovereign Monument to the Gods and fight with all his might.
"Amitabha!"
But at this moment, a Buddha singing, piercing the clouds and breaking through the fog, suddenly sounded in the field.
I saw the magical mist that blocked the battlefield, penetrated by a Buddha light, and completely dissipated.
Dozens of eminent monks from the ancient Buddhist holy places, the Buddha's light is very strict, and they come from the air.
He is the first person, but he is the Supreme Elder of the Holy Land of the Ancient Buddha, the temporary ruler, the junior brother of the former Wuxin Patriarch, Master Duxin!
Behind the dozens of eminent monks in the holy places, the founders of Ran Deng, Xiao Xinghe, Master Chi Feng, Yelan, Zanghai and others were all quickly flying to the battlefield.
I saw Master Du Xin nianhua's finger, and the Buddha's light burst out like a sword, cutting off all the thorns on the scene and saving Ye Chen.
When Ye Chen saw many eminent monks in the ancient Buddhist holy land coming to help, he was relieved.
"You old bald donkeys, how did you get here?"
Seeing that he was exposed, Hong Chunqiu panicked.
"Witch, look at the sky."
Master Du Xin's voice was stern and pointed to the sky, but this sentence was said to the witch.
He also knew that Hong Chunqiu was just a pawn, and the real master behind it was the witch.
Hong Chunqiu looked up and saw a huge Buddha phantom in the sky above the battlefield.
That is the phantom of Shakyamuni Buddha.
The Dharma image of Buddha Shakyamuni had his eyes tightly closed, but at this moment, he opened his eyes! The Buddha opened his eyes, the majestic Buddha's light illuminated everything, thousands of Ruixia, twelve-color auspicious clouds floating, foggy light, rainbows reaching the sky, Brahma singing turbulent the world, which is shocking.