The aspiration power of the Buddha statue has been exhausted.

The defense has collapsed.

Evil spirits poured into the pagoda like a tide, and the strange centipede-like shape wrapped around the three-story wall. The ferocious head smashed into the window frame, and the crystal-like dark red eyes swept across everything in the pagoda, filled with the desire for destruction.

Monsters that look like skinned canine beasts wander the corridors.

He smashed the fence with his claws, saliva dripped from his mouth, exuding a disgusting sour smell.

From the gaps in the floor tiles on the first floor of the pagoda, tentacles like mushroom mycelium rushed out, swung left and right twice, finally locked on the target, and swarmed along the ground towards the hunched Buddha sculptor in front of the Buddha statue.

Half-burnt red candles stand at various places on the altar.

The dim candlelight illuminates the Buddhist carver below.

He is still immersed in his own world, and the carving knife and chisel in his hands are not stopping at all.

It's just that what the Buddha sculptor placed in front of him was no longer the Sandu Buddha, but two evil spirits with twisted and weird shapes. They still had the basic outline of the Sandu Buddha, but they had many limbs and organs that shouldn't be there.

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The third eye, the raised pustule, the mouth on the palms of both hands, the naked torso...

Hebo and the idiot boy!

There are also remaining beautiful girls, who are gradually taking shape in the hands of the Buddhist carver.

His body still looked like it was running out of energy at any moment, but the movements of his hands showed no signs of decline.

The carving knife is extremely stable and the strength is just right.

If you look closely, you will find that the Buddha sculptor's eyes have been completely covered with white clouds, and his face is extremely pale, which is clearly a sign of death, but his body is still moving.

Every breath makes a low whistling sound.

Only when he dies can it live!

Placing the statue of the beautiful lady who had completed the last process in front of him, the Buddhist sculptor's breathing rhythm suddenly accelerated.

Breathing out the dark and dead energy, the three-color desire energy representing the three poisons continuously overflowed from the statue and seeped into his body with his breathing.

He Bo, Xiu Nu, and Foolish Boy, these three evil spirits have occupied Jingjiang Town for many years. They have received many sacrifices and collected all kinds of human desires all the time. With their demise, these energies have gathered here.

The next second, the Buddhist sculptor began to tremble abnormally all over his body.

Like melted wax, the facial features turned into a mass of turbid sarcoma, constantly changing into various strange shapes. Sometimes they were flat and bloated, sometimes they were thin and triangular, or they could shrink directly into the neck and turn into a blood-covered face covered with fangs.

Big mouth.

The strange movements of the centipede outside the window stopped, and even the whining sound stopped abruptly.

The irritable dog beast lay on the ground, no longer as ferocious as before, and walked down the corridor whimpering.

The tentacles that were supposed to strangle the Buddhist sculptor completely stopped moving and retracted into the gaps between the floor tiles, disappearing without a trace.

Infused with evil energy, it should have been resurrected and completely freed from the seal in the pagoda. However, just when the Buddhist sculptor was about to become a monster, he crossed his legs and clasped his hands in front of his chest in an extremely abnormal manner.

This posture is no different from the Sandu Buddha that is enshrined in the homes of many residents in Jingjiang Town!

Just for a moment.

Light golden ripples emanated from the body of the Buddha carver.

The evil energy that originally rioted was suppressed in this light golden ripple.

In just a few seconds, the Buddha sculptor's face returned to normal, and then began to undergo positive changes.

Wrinkles disappear, dry skin becomes white and plump, and the white shadows in the eyes gradually fade away during this process.

After a while, even the monk's robe was held up, and the decaying body it covered became stronger and stronger.

Life seems to have returned to the body of the Buddhist sculptor, even stronger than before. It has ushered in its own rebirth.

"From the beginning, all Buddhas are always in the three poisons, they grow up in the white dharma, and they become the World Honored One... Oh, this is nonsense!"

He suddenly raised his hand and reached towards the evil statue in front of him. The fair and upright face of the Buddhist sculptor showed a hint of extreme madness at this moment. He opened a mouthpart in each palm of his hands, biting the statue to pieces, and swallowing the water that poured out of it with a big mouth. energy.

The moment the words fell, the body of the Buddhist sculptor expanded crazily as if he had blown out air.

It has been suppressed by the pagoda for so many years, not just to restore it to its original state!

Every inch of flesh was distorted and mutated due to the erosion of evil energy, and was suppressed and restored by the power of will in the next second.

Two completely different forces collide in the body of the Buddhist sculptor, breaking the boundary between life and death, blending into a brand new power, and transcending the current level seems within reach.

But at this moment, he received an uninvited guest.

Along with the sudden thunder outside the tower, a figure was reflected outside the window in the light of lightning.

Only a muffled sound was heard, and the windows on the first floor of the pagoda suddenly burst.

A red light penetrated the darkness.

A distance of more than ten meters flew by in the blink of an eye.

Falcon! An inch of time!

Yan Jing's figure was running very fast, but the scene in his field of vision was constantly slowing down. His eyes passed over the three statues on the ground, and then fell on the Buddhist sculptor who had completely changed his appearance.

It is indeed this guy!

At this time, Yan Jing had veins popping out on his forehead and neck. It was obvious that he had taken drugs that could increase his combat power in a short period of time before taking action.

He stepped on the floor tiles with his right foot and was full of energy. The long knife in his hand was wrapped in the water and slashed towards the head of the Buddhist sculptor. The latter did not seem to expect that someone would appear in the pagoda at this time and was unable to dodge.

Chance?

The long red knife cut into the neck of the Buddhist carver.

The muscles in both arms were tangled like tangled steel cables. Yan Jing used all his strength to hit Yan Jing, so that his face could not help but become ferocious.

The long knife paused at the throat, and the Buddha carver's body was tilted due to the huge impact.

But even so, there was still no trace of flesh and blood sprayed out, and there was only a wriggling mass of dark gelatinous bodies at the wound, which adhered to the wound and constantly fed back the energy knife in Yan Jing's hand.

"You should take the opportunity to leave instead of returning to the pagoda. That is the last mercy I leave to you for the sake of getting rid of the three poisons."

The Buddhist carver looked at Yan Jing, his tilted body returned to its original position, and the long knife at his neck was swallowed up.

No response.

With a cold face, Yan Jing took half a step back. The Yanyue Sword was once again condensed in his hand, and he turned around and slashed at the head of the Buddhist sculptor again, with his ferocious tiger energy rising.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

Yan Jing flew straight backwards and hit the beams in the pagoda, sending sawdust and dust flying.

"You people are really strange. The same goes for those guys who came to Jingjiang Town decades ago. You knew you would die if you tried to stop me, but you still fought for your life. I thought they were all guys who would sacrifice their lives for justice, but when they died

But I couldn’t help crying.”

He raised his hand and crushed the blade of the Yanyue Blade in front of his forehead. The wild tiger energy at the wound was supposed to cause harm to Xie Sui, but it was instantly neutralized by the light golden wish, leaving no wound at all.

The three colors of evil energy turned into streams of light that penetrated the body of the Buddhist sculptor, and a layer of light golden halo surrounded the back of his head. He clasped his hands in front of him, completely showing the posture of an enlightened monk.

Not far away, Yan Jing, who had just fallen from the pillar, was completely the opposite. He looked miserable.

"Fuck, a monster in human skin, can he really become a god if he can speak a few human words?"

His vision became blurred, and the disheveled Yan Jing gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood in his mouth.

In fact, he really wanted to say that the reason why those people didn't retreat was just because of the "master's" mission, and it had nothing to do with risking one's life. But right now, he really didn't have the energy to make fun of them anymore.

In just two confrontations, the strength of the guy in front of him was fully revealed. The death of the Three Poisons and Evil Souls, the majestic energy of desire has obviously become its nutrients, and it even used some special means to seize the Sandu Buddha.

The willpower accumulated within.

By combining the two, the Buddhist sculptor not only gained the extremely cunning abilities of the evil spirits, but also successfully possessed the power of wishes.

Even though it doesn't seem to know how to use it yet, if you give it some more time, this evil evil spirit may be able to truly master this power through the help of Sandu Buddha, and by then this evil evil spirit's only weakness will be completely gone!

But this doesn't mean Yan Jing has to give up.

Since he appeared in this pagoda, he was already prepared.

Taking a long breath, he rose up again, holding the Yanyue Sword and rushing forward!

"Don't you understand? It's useless. Your methods may be useful against the three poisons, but I'm no longer on the same level as you or them."

Looking at Yan Jing who appeared again, the Buddhist sculptor showed neither sadness nor joy on his face, and his hands did not move at all. However, black cracks suddenly opened around Yan Jing's body, and dozens of palms attacked him from all directions.

Compared to the idiot boy, the Buddhist sculptor does not have extra arms at all when using this method. Instead, each palm is equipped with a layer of strange black light, which will be forcibly eroded every time it comes into contact with the water spiritual barrier opened by Yan Jing.

lose some of its energy.

No matter how powerful the Yanyue Sword was, it was impossible to kill so many palms in an instant. As expected, after cutting off more than a dozen palms in succession, Yan Jing was knocked away again and hit the arms of the Buddha statue, several meters high.

The bronze Buddha swayed under the impact.

This injury is nothing to Yan Jing. With the legacy of the tiger dragon, his physical fitness has been strengthened to an exaggerated level. But when he got up, he saw that the palms that had originally besieged him suddenly hung in the air.

Immediately, complex seals were formed quickly.
To be continued...