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The old man emitted colorful light from inside out, with a colorful ribbon circling his body from behind, and fairy air lingering on the ribbon. The power of rules continued to flow, making the demon and the Buddha feel unprecedented pressure.

Sparks kept appearing from the golden Buddha's image. It was obvious that the endless rays of light contained an incomparable sword intent. Even though the old man hadn't made a move yet, the demon and the Buddha had already been fixed in place.

The old man looked up suddenly, and dark clouds in the sky instantly covered the sky.

The purple-black thunder dragon flew up and down, and soon a huge dragon head poked its head out from the dark clouds and began to roar at the old man.

The old man raised his lips and said, "If you don't let me activate this state, I'll still be a little afraid of you! Kill!"

The old man swung his sword, and an extremely sharp sword energy appeared. Even the space began to tremble. Wherever the sword energy passed, the space collapsed instantly.

But the Thunder Dragon was no ordinary creature. He sucked in the dark clouds between the sky and the earth in an instant, and the true form of the Magnetic Stone Thunder Dragon was revealed.

The body of the Thunder Dragon was constantly circling and twisting in the air. Even when its body was coiled together, it had a diameter of a thousand miles, and its dragon head was more than a thousand feet long.

The dragon spit out something again, and a bolt of lightning suddenly cut through the space, and the two forces of space collapse collided with each other.

Instantly, a black hole of a hundred feet appeared in the sky, and in the black hole was a turbulent flow of space, which burst out endless Yin power, and even the golden Buddha statue of a thousand feet high was moved a few steps. The Crow King turned into a hundred-foot body, holding the ground firmly with his claws. A series of law forces appeared around his body, so that he would not be attracted by the turbulent flow of space.

"How can such a small mortal world have so many evildoers!"

The old man's face was grim. "I understand! So you two are also useless! The real strong one is him! When I fought him, it seemed that he didn't use his full strength! Baisha! Come out!"

Baisha walked towards the old man leisurely. Although the spatial turbulence had a strong attraction, it seemed nothing special to Baisha. At this moment, there was no protective power of the law around his body. He just walked towards the old man step by step as if he was strolling in the street.

“Submit your death! Your appearance as an immortal means that you have already made a desperate battle! Die with dignity! If your essence is burned out, you won’t even have the chance to reincarnate as a human!”

The old man chuckled: "The Patriarch has done me a favor. I originally wanted to refine this world and give the origin to the Patriarch. It seems that I have no chance! In this case, I can only fight!"

The figure of the old man flashed, and he slashed with a sword, hitting the neck of the golden Dharma image. When Lord Pilan saw that the target was not himself, he realized that although he would be affected to a certain extent if the Dharma image was injured, it was better than death.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a wound suddenly appeared on his neck. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his intuitive soul suffered fatal damage. This injury was almost irreversible. This power beyond the rules made fear appear on his calm face.

Although the sword did not hit the Crow King, he still felt threatened. Fear filled his heart, making him want to escape unconsciously.

The old man turned around and slashed at the Crow King's chest with his sword. The Thunder Dragon in the sky opened its eyes wide and shot out black lightning from its mouth, which stood between the Crow King and the old man.

A cruel smile appeared on the old man's lips. Master Baisha's eyes blurred and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Puff~" Baisha's originally sage-like appearance was weakened by the sword, and his body standing in the void was shaky.

Baisha looked at the old man with the appearance of an immortal with some surprise: "Your sword can actually cut the soul according to cause and effect?"

The old man chuckled and started to move the sword in his hand towards the Crow King's chest again.

The Crow King was panicked and flapped his wings quickly.

"Want to escape? You are the craziest among these people! Whoever doesn't die must die!"

The old man instantly stood in front of the Crow King and slashed at the Crow King with a sword. The Crow King's body instantly disintegrated into countless crows, which kept flying around.

"Only one is the real one? Let me guess which one?"

The old man's eyes kept twitching, as if he was really looking for the Crow King. Suddenly, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again: "Hehe! I was kidding you!"

He just casually chopped a crow, and a large amount of blood mist suddenly spurted out from the back of the crow a thousand feet away.

"If this sword of mine was in the upper realm, it would only cause a little damage to your main body. But in this lower realm, even if you escape to the outer realm, you can't escape my sword. Cause and effect is not something you, a bunch of blinded natives, can understand!"

Baisha gritted his teeth and shouted, "Duck! Fatty! Burn your essence for me! I might as well die in a big way!"

The Crow King's eyes were filled with hatred, blood gushing out of his mouth, and he didn't even think about it when an unknown flame ignited on his body. The blue-skinned Buddha Lord's eyes became stern, and the Buddha fire on his body was aroused, and his entire golden body was buried in the Buddha fire.

"Even if the three of you burn your original power, what can you do? You will just evolve from a tiny insect into a disgusting rat!"

Baisha responded with cold eyes: "Don't forget that even ants can kill elephants!"

The old man seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world: "Hahaha! What's the level of an ant that can kill an elephant? Tens of millions or hundreds of millions? Just based on these three plates of rotten vegetable leaves?"

Baisha stood up straight suddenly: "Brothers, I want to kill the immortal! Where are the disciples of Baisha Sect!"

"I'm here!" These two simple words echoed between heaven and earth. Countless mists gathered towards him from all over the world. Tens of thousands of Baisha disciples sacrificed their own origin and spiritual power, and with the blessing of the laws, they were directly attached to Baisha's body.

The thunder dragon in the sky was also stunned. Its body, which was thousands of miles long, continued to gather and turned into a sword-shaped lightning. The lightning slowly fell, and Baisha picked it up casually, and the black thunder sword was in his hand.

"I have gathered the good fortune of Baishamen for five thousand years! I will kill you with this sword!"

Baisha had a carefree and relieved look on his face. At this moment, a colorful streamer born from the power of rules appeared behind him. Although it was not as bright as the old man's, it was enough to shock him.

The blue-skinned Buddha clasped his hands together, and the golden light on his body suddenly exploded. The Buddha's fire directly ignited his body. At this moment, he chose to sit in Nirvana. Between breaths, a golden relic appeared in the same place, and suddenly exploded and drilled into the Thunder Sword.

The originally pitch-black sword suddenly burst into golden light, and even the colorful streamer behind Baisha grew a little bigger.

The Crow King sighed, and suddenly let out a long, shrill wail toward the sky, before his entire body crashed into the Thunder Sword, and two wing-like sword guards appeared.

The flesh and blood merged into the Thunder Sword, and the bones turned into the sword body, imprisoning the thunder within. With his own flesh and blood as the guide, countless thunders suddenly erupted between heaven and earth.

Thunder and lightning crisscrossed between heaven and earth, and two ancient large characters appeared on the sword's spine.

"Behead the Immortal!"

Baisha held the Immortal Slayer in his hand and walked towards the old man step by step: "With the blessing of the principles of the Great Dao! Today, I obey the order of the Taoist Ancestor! The Immortal Slayer has been completed!"