The Gods Are Immortal but Dead

The crimson demonic cloud surged together with Guye Jing and flew around Bai Qing'er like a swimming dragon.

An instant, a blood-colored demonic hand seal the size of a millstone struck Bai Qing'er's back.

Bai Qing'er did not turn around. Instead, she clasped her hands together as if she was meditating.

WHOOSH!

The eight hundred Golden Bodhisattvas phantoms appeared and emitted a golden light that was hundreds of thousands of meters tall. The sound of Buddha's voice was vast and mighty. The next instant, all the Golden Bodhisattvas merged into one and turned into a Vajra Buddha.

The Vajra Buddha punched out, colliding with the blood-colored devilish palm print, exploding with eight hundred ripples of Buddhist light.

The demon palm print shattered with a bang, and Guye Jing's true form appeared. Her boundless demon-energy eyes seemed to be astonished.