This old guy Nagarjuna is about to explode.

After more than three years of crazy grabbing, the spiritual energy he needed was already enough, but his foundation was not stable. Now after crazy beats, it is reasonable to explode in anger, but this kind of explosion will be even more unstable.

Perhaps the power will reach the state of fullness in his previous life in ancient times, but the side effects will be greater.

"Uh...ah...roar!" A strange note burst out from Nagarjuna's huge body, and the roar was as loud as thunder.

At the same time, the monster-like body also climbed up, with four arms on the ground, and two hands still holding the Zen Staff to block it. This time, even though Yao Qin continued to smash it, he could not smash him down an inch or a slight slash.

Fan Jianqiang said in surprise: "Yao Qin, don't stop, hurry up, kill this guy! This is about to explode, don't give him a chance!"

Yao Qin: "Nonsense, do you think I don't want to. If you have a genital, come and try it!"

Fan Jianqiang jumped his feet anxiously and suddenly said, "So, you continue to smash, the four saint beasts will also join forces to attack. Qin Yao, where is your curse doll? Come again! Let's go together."

The curse puppet has not yet been absorbed, but if Yao Qin and the four saint beasts join forces, the power should be almost the same. Can the old monk really bear it so steadily?

At this moment, Nagarjuna's sacred city suddenly appeared and inexplicably appeared in the sky. The huge sacred city covered the earth in a dark way, making people shudder.

This is not the Pure Land of Buddhism, it is simply a demon city with demonic energy soaring into the sky.

Moreover, the shadow of this sacred city seemed to be twisting, as if it was about to complete the final self-transformation.

"I'm looking for death!" Fan Jianqiang seemed very excited, "Brothers, break up His divine city and let him completely retreat to the realm of the Blood Sect, hurry!"

Once the divine city is broken, the heavenly soul will lose its support, and the saint will no longer be able to emit the power of their own holy realm. They can only retreat to the Blood Sect realm, and may even be injured more severely.

But, can a sacred city be easily broken?

Fan Jianqiang roared: "Hurry, sure! The combined attack power of the three of you is almost done, the premise is that the four saint beasts join forces to attack a little, and you three follow up. As long as you do it basically at the same time, you can do it!"

Now, it seems that I can only listen to Fan Jianqiang's advice. After all, this guy has the most ancient memories, so the routine should be OK.

Did it!

So the four sacred beasts attacked again, and the four-colored whirlwind flew over the divine city and swayed rapidly, as if they were about to smash the divine city.

At the same time, Yao Qin and the other two also used their cassocks to fly over the sky, gathering all their powers together, and causing the strongest blow after the three of them joined forces.

And at the same time, Qin Yao himself and the mantra also calculated the time accurately, and at the same time released a spell of explosive characters. Although the energy of the mantra was not fully stored, it was still half of it. Qin Yao's own spell of explosive characters should not be underestimated.

These energy hit the core part of the Four Color Wind at the same time, forming a earth-shaking and violent explosion.

The terrifying airflow spread wildly, carrying endless energy spreading everywhere. The powerful storm blew down the ruins of the Nail Dragon Pass, and huge rocks rolled wildly like legs on the ground.

In the distance, all the spectators were blown away and disappeared.

However, the city of gods is still there.

But Nagarjuna, who was standing above the Divine City, seemed a little dull, and looked at all this in a daze with a look of unwillingness and disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, a blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, followed by his nostrils, ears, eyes... blood was left and dripped into the sacred city under his feet.

Then the huge divine city seemed to make a violent cracking sound, and then with the central hall as the core, huge cracks spread like spider webs until they extended to the edge of the divine city.

The city of sacred is broken!

Fan Jianqiang roared: "What are you waiting for? Keep going!"

"Okay!" Yao Qin simply agreed, lifting up the Demon Pestle and hitting the Divine City again.

Speaking of hatred towards the Divine City, Yao Qin hated her much more than Fan Jianqiang. After all, this broken place has trapped her like a prison for three years!

Although there is no assistance from the four sacred beasts, the protection of the Divine City has been destroyed and has already cracked, so it cannot withstand Yao Qin's subsequent blow.

With every blow, the cracks in the Divine City will intensify.

Nagarjuna seemed to want to stop him, but just took a step, her body couldn't help but shake and fell to the ground.

It is impossible to imagine why He himself would suffer such a blow at the same time once the city of God is hit, or that the city of God is a part of His life.

Finally, when the ninth rod fell, the entire city collapsed!

Fallen and fragments fly.

However, these fragments and the remnants of the city did not fall, but gradually disappeared, disappearing invisible like ripples of water.

From nowhere to nowhere to nowhere.

So this terrifying sacred city that once locked Qin Yao and the others for three years finally disappeared.

In the sky, the huge body that originally floating in Nagarjuna also fell down and fell to the ground.

This fierce and powerful boss is over?

Everyone held their breath. After all, no one knew what the shattered city meant to a powerful man in the holy realm. It was impossible to even determine whether the shady city could still be restored.

At this time, Bai Jiahei, who was resting in the distance, was stunned and said, "I won't stand up again, right? I read a lot of novels, and the last big guys could hardly be beaten to death. They continued to stagger... um um..."

Yuwen Shuxue's mouth was tightly covered!

"Bastard, Xiaobai, stop crowing!"

Tang Jianxin also said angrily: "If your broken mouth comes true again, I will strip your skin to make a tiger skin chair!"

Before he finished speaking, the Nagarjuna that had just landed swayed and swayed, and He slowly stood up.

Bai Jiahei, who was covered with his mouth, trembled all over. He glanced at Tang Jianxin and felt a little anxious to pee.

You didn't beat Him to death, isn't this so bad? Bai Jiahei was beating his heart. Fortunately, everyone's eyes were attracted by Nagarjuna, so Bai Jiahei stopped talking tactfully.

Yao Qin was actually tired of fighting, and the three of them had basically consumed almost the same mental power. If Nagarjuna still did not die at this time, it would be difficult to deal with it later.

Yao Qin coughed dryly and swung the huge demon-subduing pestle in his hand. This would require all his last strength and give him a hard stick.

But at this time, Nagarjuna seemed to become weird. Although her huge body still contains terrifying energy, there were signs of instability.

The body was shaking, and the soul of the King of Ming Dynasty who was injured and resting in the Three Worlds appeared, twisting in the air like a phantom.

The soul of the weapon appeared again, but it cracked in the air and then disappeared completely without even leaving any fragments.

Then Nagarjuna suddenly seemed crazy, and pounded his head with both hands, and the other four tried to pull the crazy hands and compete with him.

These six arms with different opinions should represent his inner struggle.

Then, he suddenly saw one of his hands tearing the deformed head on his left shoulder that was injured by Qin Yao and tore it off!

Blood was like a spring on his shoulders for a moment. You must know that it was a head after all, although it had not yet grown! Even if it was full, the head would have a powerful combat effect. It can be seen that He still failed to achieve complete fusion, which gave him the possibility of struggle.

When the head was torn off, his arms suddenly shrank, withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually shrank under his armpits like two small tails.

Nagarjuna grabbed these two small "tails" and tore them off hard again.

Everyone was confused in the distance and couldn't understand what He was doing. No one even noticed that there seemed to be a strange aura in the air, suppressing, hideous, evil, cold, and even a slight fishy smell.

After these two arms were torn off, His remaining four arms were balanced—two tried to tear them, and two stopped them.

Then Nagarjuna tore off the deformed head on his right shoulder, and the last two arms that stopped him also began to shrink. Of course, these two arms were eventually torn off by Nagarjuna himself.

At this time, the deformed and distorted huge body began to shrink, and then gradually returned to normal shape, but a few scars were left on the shoulders and armpits.

In the end, Nagarjuna became the tall but normal-shaped monk who was once again. He was weakly sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his breath had become much weaker.

"I have done so many evils, and it is impossible to make up for it. If I abandon this life, it is difficult to atone for my sins..."

"Amitabha... Buddhist disciple Su Wuqiu, I order you to be the new Buddha and inherit my mantle."

"If you want to practice Buddhism in peace, the cultivation of mantras is second, and the cultivation of mind and nature is the most important..."

Although he was still majestic at this time, he no longer looked like the violent and arrogant Buddha saint, but became the great monk at that time.

Really, or fake?

Su Wuqiu had no doubts and fell down and knelt quietly in front of Master Nagarjuna: "Disciple, please obey the orders of the master."

Nagarjuna nodded, looked at several people in the distance, and said, "I'm sorry for all of my past, please apologize to your sects on my behalf. Especially Brother Taiwei... Alas, it's really a sin..."

Yao Qin: "The master's ancestor is not dead, but his cultivation is basically ruined."

"Oh?" Nagarjuna showed a gratified smile on her face, "That's good, that's good..."

Judging from his current appearance, he really doesn't seem to be pretending.

Then he continued, "I have a demonic thought in my heart, but it is actually the soul that is causing the trouble. Although I am barely suppressed now, I am about to be unable to suppress it. I will force my soul out of my body, and I have no desire. You and your friends will kill it as soon as possible. I can harm my body but cannot kill myself. It depends on you."

Bai Jiahei: "Why are you standing there? He is determined to die, so you will let him be kind and be kind. Mo Mo is telling you, will the heavenly soul in his body be recurring again? If this old monster counters, it is often very powerful."
Chapter completed!