The strongest body of the Eight-Faced Vajra is that body. It can be said that it is much stronger than the innate spiritual treasures, and even if it is difficult for existences of the same level to cause damage to it with one blow.

At this moment, they saw cracks appearing on the huge metal body of the Eight-sided King Kong. At first glance, it looks like it is about to break into pieces.

Seeing this scene, as long as you are not a fool, you can see how severe the Eight-sided Vajra suffered under that palm.

The Eight-sided Vajra let out a muffled groan. Although there was no scream, it could make a strong man of the sub-saint level make a muffled groan because of the injury. It is conceivable that if it were not severely damaged, the dignified sub-saint would never have lost his composure.

"Namo Amitabha"

In the Buddha's light, an extremely huge Buddha appeared in the air. The Buddha sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, with a compassionate expression on his face.

In the range covered by the Buddha's light, even these foreign races who were full of murderous intent could not help but bewitched by Buddhism, especially those foreign races who were too close to each other, fell to the Buddha and cried bitterly.

"roar!"

Buddhist supernatural powers are almost unparalleled in terms of bewitching people's hearts. Now that the Buddha personally displays his supernatural powers, it would be strange if these aliens could withstand the bewitching of Buddhism.

It can even be seen that among these alien races, there are Daluo-level alien races who are influenced by Buddhism and worship before the Buddha.

However, the Ninth Skeleton King, the alien sub-saint-level existences, immediately reacted when they saw this scene. If the Buddha was allowed to continue, no one could guarantee how many tribesmen would be bewitched by him next.

Especially those bewitched aliens now turn against each other and fight with the aliens coming from behind.

Among them, you can see many tribes fighting together.

Several saints immediately roared in their mouths, and the long roar contained endless divine power, cleaning their minds.

Many foreign races who were not deeply influenced by Buddhism suddenly returned to Qingming with this long thunderous whistle like thunder.

However, most of the foreign races who were bewitched by Buddhism were not affected by the long whistle. After all, the Buddha's Buddhism is a dignified and upright method, not an evil technique.

Those foreign races who are influenced by Buddhism and are inspired to recite the Buddha's nature in their hearts are not really confused by their minds, so it is unlikely that those powerful people from other races want to awaken these tribes who seem to be infected.

Only some of them are not deeply influenced by Buddhism and have not yet fully stimulated the Buddha nature in their hearts can escape the influence of Buddhism.

However, if these foreign races have been by the Buddha for a long time, they will be affected by Buddhism again.

After all, the Buddha's method of transcending transformation is not an evil technique. Otherwise, the Buddhist sect would not have fought with the Taoist sect. I am afraid that the Taoist sect would have been regarded as a wrong way and was called to be beaten and killed by the Taoist sect long ago.

As soon as the Buddha appeared, he gave a warning to a group of alien races, although those alien races that were completely transformed by the Buddha were almost overwhelmed by the alien races that rushed up.

But this feeling of killing one's own people greatly affects morale.

The morale was already falling, and now it was our own people who killed us. The morale, which was originally not high, was almost not falling to the bottom.

"Shakyamuni!"

Sikong Le, who had previously had a fight with Sakyamuni, stared at Sakyamuni.

"Dear donors, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

Suddenly, the Buddha's light shone everywhere, with Sakyamuni as the center. Within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, all the alien races suddenly stopped fighting. Then ninety-nine percent of the alien races bowed towards Sakyamuni with pious expressions, and then they faced those tribesmen without hesitation like martyrs.

"Damn it."

Sikong Le and the Ninth Skeleton King, their attributes are incompatible with the Buddha. One is the Huangquan clan and the other is the Skeleton clan. These two clans are dead objects after all, and they are innately restrained by Buddhism. Therefore, whether it is Sikong Le or the Ninth Skeleton King, they all have a kind of disgust and hostility when they look at the Buddha.

The two sub-saints looked at each other and realized in their hearts that they would do their best to kill the glowing bald head in front of them.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord"

A roar came, and then a hazy world covered a radius of 100,000 miles. This is a real world, and all the aliens shrouded in this world showed a peaceful expression.

The visitor was Zhuang Zhou. Zhuang Zhou's great dream technique can be said to have reached the level of superb level, and now he has almost touched the realm of turning virtual into reality.

Although it has not yet reached the real world with one thought, this world is almost semi-real, so the alien races shrouded in this world are quietly washed away by Zhuang Zhou with his great magical powers and re-created the memory.

Except for a very few people with strong minds and strong cultivation, these methods can be resisted. It can be said that most alien races cannot stop Zhuang Zhou from such methods.

When these alien races whose memories have been changed have walked out of the scope of that world, they bowed towards Zhuang Zhou one by one, and then turned around and killed towards the alien race.

Whether it was Zhuang Zhou or Sakyamuni, it can be said that many alien races were shocked by one move. Few of them could match such magical powers.

"What a magical power and a good means, I admire you."

The one who opened his mouth was a strange creature, a fog-like existence, virtual and real, as if it was changing all the time.

This is an extremely rare and rare creature in the universe, the illusion tribe.

It is said that the Illusion Clan was born in a strange place in the universe. This clan seems to be between reality and reality, and has the ability to control dreams and create illusions.

And this powerful magic power of the Illusion Clan is really a king among the Illusion Clan. Now that I see Zhuang Zhou's magical power, I am naturally happy to see the hunting.

When his eyes fell on Venerable Fantasy, a light flashed in Zhuang Zhou's eyes. With his magical powers, he naturally saw through the essence of the fantasy clan at first sight. It was precisely because of this that Zhuang Zhou was moved by it.

For a long time, what Zhuang Zhou pursued was to turn the virtual into the real. If he could achieve this, then his path to becoming a saint would be smooth, and he might soon as he ascends to heaven and becomes an immortal saint.

It seems easy to transform from reality, but it is a natural barrier. Zhuang Zhou has not made any progress in this long time, but when he saw this Fantasy Venerable, he inexplicably realized that he could achieve enlightenment and that he was in this clan.

Taking a deep breath, Zhuang Zhou stared at the other party with a flash of splendor in his eyes and said, "What do you call the Lord?"

Venerable Fantasy also looked at Zhuang Zhou. Zhuang Zhou felt the opportunity to achieve enlightenment from the other party. Didn’t Venerable Fantasy feel that his future is on Zhuang Zhou?

Both are powerful people at the sub-saint level and can touch them, which means that their bottleneck has loosened and there is hope for further development.

In this case, neither Zhuang Zhou nor Venerable Huanmeng would miss such an opportunity, so there was almost no one else except the other.

To outsiders, it seems that Zhuang Zhou and Venerable Huanmeng were happy to see the hunt and looked tit-for-tat.

"I dream."

Zhuang Zhou nodded slightly.

Just now, Sikong Le shouted: "Everyone takes action together. Apart from the three of them, there is no strong man on Earth. The destruction of the human race on Earth will be done in one fell swoop."

Suddenly, figures rushed forward, and rushed to Houtu, Sakyamuni, and Zhuang Zhou in groups of three or three.

There are nearly ten sub-saints on the alien side, and there are only three people on the Earth human side. Even though Houtu had severely damaged the Tiantian Star Beast and the others before, there is a huge gap between the two sides in terms of top power.

No matter what, Fang Xiaoyu is irreparable. After all, the alien race is a united group of more than a dozen ethnic groups, while the human race on Earth is just one ethnic group and has no comparison at all.

I don’t know when the figures of Fang Xiaoyu, Bai Qi and others appeared, and then Fang Xiaoyu was staring at the golden ape. The aura of the golden ape that was severely injured had fallen to the realm of the human being.

If the Golden Ape does not seek a place to heal the wound, it may be difficult for it to return to the sub-saint realm.

The Vajra bracelet in Fang Xiaoyu's hand turned into a wisp of Liu Gang and came straight towards the Golden Ape. The Golden Ape naturally felt Fang Xiaoyu's murderous intent at the first time.

When he saw Fang Xiaoyu, the golden ape had a look of disdain in his eyes. It was said that the tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by a dog. Although he was severely injured and his peak strength was not present, he was not something that could be seen by a mere quasi-sanctuary.

At this moment, Fang Xiaoyu actually dared to make up for him, which made the Golden Ape feel humiliated, so she smiled fiercely at Fang Xiaoyu, poked out her fluffy big hand and grabbed Fang Xiaoyu.

The Vajra Bracelet hits the big hand of the Golden Ape. This Vajra Bracelet absorbs the merits of Journey to the West. Now it is a treasure of merit. Although it is not as good as a true innate treasure, it is much stronger than a lot of innate treasures.

With one blow, the Golden Ape's big hand was blown up.

The golden ape showed shock on his face and then shouted in shame and annoyance. He jumped up, then slapped his hands hard at Fang Xiaoyu.

"Damn ants, let me die."

It can be seen that the Golden Ape was really stimulated. His dignified sub-saint powerhouse was actually injured by the ants that he usually did not take seriously. If the Golden Ape still needs some face, it would be strange if he doesn't go crazy.

Under the impact of the polite aura of the Golden Ape, Fang Xiaoyu felt a great pressure, and she truly felt like dancing on the tip of the knife and wandering on the edge of death.

After all, the cultivation level of both sides is much different. He is just a quasi-saint realm, while the other party is a sub-saint. Even if his cultivation level has fallen to a certain level, he is still a supreme person with the sub-saint realm.
Chapter completed!