The instant Nezha's right arm went limp, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire and Weak Water fused into a purple poisonous flame. The eighteen layers of the firmament were burned through like thin paper, and the Buddha arms extending from the cracks were covered in golden Sanskrit scripts. The swastika imprint on the palm was devouring the scattering purple flames. "Spirit Pearl... take refuge..." The arm flicked its fingers, and the Buddha light condensed into a golden hoop, aiming for Nezha's neck. The inner side of the band was actually engraved with the characters of the Tight-Fillet Spell!
The moment Yang Jian's Three-pointed Double-edged Blade struck the Buddha arm, his Heavenly Eye suddenly reflected a terrifying scene: deep within the cracks of Jieyin's treasured banner, three hundred Arhats were using Nezha's karmic fire to smelt the God-Whip! "Damn you, bald donkey!" Shattering his breastplate, he unleashed a surge of Luohou's demonic blood that Yaoji had sealed at the bottom of Peach Mountain. The instant the wave of blood touched the Buddha light, the entire arm suddenly rotted into bare bone, and the Sanskrit scripts completely transformed into Wu Clan blood curses.
The Xuanming ice armor on the left half of Nezha's body suddenly shattered, and the demonic patterns condensed into a phantom of Xiangliu. Nine snake heads bit into the purple flames to nourish themselves, and their venomous fangs pierced the void, dragging out half a wet remnant of the Jianmu Tree—and stuck r…
Chapter 228