Chapter 732： Redeem a chance (1/2)
Chapter 710: Redeeming All Opportunities
A wasteland not far from the Shingon Sect, Qin Ze and the teal humanoid cross each other, and the sword of Qi flashes in the night.
The chests of the two sides were split apart, flesh and blood were separated, and warm blood spewed like a spring.
Qin Ze fumbled out two blood medicines, pierced them into his neck, and injected them. However, the wound of the youth division was unable to heal, and the pale white sword gas continued to burn the mouth, causing it to be injured.
For a long time, the self-healing ability of the master has been as headaches as plug-ins, but here it is the opposite.
Thanks to the existence of blood medicine, although everyone is injured, they can be repaired as soon as possible, and the problem is not big. On the other hand, the young teacher was already scarred. In addition to the chest, there were deep wounds on the abdomen, legs, and back.
Three Qi swords, one to hide, but two. The fight was abnormally aggrieved.
In other words, Dan Chenzi can bully and bully, but he is also sneaky. He manipulates the sword of intention to attack and rarely confronts it.
The breath of this detachment slipped from the senior pole to the ordinary pole.
”One lesson!” Li Xianyu was greatly excited, forbearing the muscle aches after long-term blessing of God of War, summoned two friends, trying to make a quick decision, and killing this clone of the youth division.
As a result, it lost two extreme avatars.
The Goddess of Victory has put on her garter and is lying in bed waiting for me.
At this moment, a dazzling golden light burst into the dark night, and it exploded like a firework, but it was silent. Jin Guang condensed into a buddha with folded hands and low eyebrows.
Li Xianyu looked at the big Buddha in the sky, suddenly felt an unstoppable, piercing fear and sadness.
”Yuan Shenhua Buddha ...” Dan Chen murmured, his face pale and his eyes filled with fear.
”What do you mean,” Li Peiyun groaned.
”The Yuanshen turned the Buddha. Occasionally such a vision appeared when the monk died.” Dan Chenzi trembled and stuttered: ”The head of the Buddha, passed away!”
The green division screamed ”Hey”, turned his head and ran, no longer fighting.
The head of the Buddha fell, and everything was done.
Continue to stay in the fight, this avatar must not be able to keep it, these rising stars are too powerful, all kinds of directors, and are extremely capable.
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At the moment when the golden Buddha lighted up, her grandmother stopped her violent aggression against Dole, her eyes widened, and the golden Buddha was reflected in her pupils.
”What's the matter!” Asked Ice Frost lingering around the flames.
She didn't know what was going on, but it was not trivial or a good thing to make Wushuang War Spirit lose her sight and make her look sad.
”The Buddha's head is dead.” Grandma whispered softly.
When she said this, she remembered some distant memories. That year, she robbed the bank, and Li Wuxiang was arrested by the Daofo Association, but because everyone knows that he is an unparalleled war spirit, no one dares to offend. Throw this hot potato, and finally to the Lianghua Temple.
Wushuang War spirit fought aggressively up the mountain, and wanted to see if this Buddhist leader dared to attack her successor.
Unexpectedly, Li Wuxiang was staying at Lianghua Temple and was entertained by pickled radish and mustard. She didn't think of her grandma at all.
That year, the head of the Buddha said, ”Your great-grandson is a good child. The donor must have missed him. He should stay in Lianghua Temple as a disciple.”
The Buddha head is very tough.
Do you want to see the Buddha in advance? She was so threatening.
The undefeated golden body of the poor monk is not refined. The Buddha's head answered like this.
That year, the news that the Buddha's head was slap-slapped by the soulless slap of the golden body was known to the world.
”Hahaha .....”
A burst of wild laughter interrupted her influential memories, and Dole trembled with smirk, and laughed heartily.
”The Warriors of War, the Lord of the Pantheon, the head of the Buddha has returned, and it will be your turn soon. The race between us has just begun.”
After all, he fled in the opposite direction of Shingon Sect.
Grandma looked at his back, and looked at the direction of Shingon Sect again. With a long whistle, the ground crashed, and she went straight into the clouds and ran towards Shingon Sect.
”Grass Sword ...” Bingzhao's face changed slightly, and the flames exploded, turning into a flameless undead bird, fluttering away.
.......
Mantra.
”Boom boom .....” Li Xianyu ran on the steps, stepping on the stone steps with each foot. Within five minutes, he ran to the top of the mountain.
The three of Qin Ze followed behind, and soon reached the top of the mountain. In their eyes were the collapsed hall, the cracked bluestone platform, beams, tiles, masonry, etc .. It was like a demolition site, a mess.
The cliff at the back of Daxiong Hall collapsed half of it, like the scene after mudslides.
After a short pause, Li Xianyu rushed towards the west. The three feared that he would encounter an ambush by the master and immediately followed.
After the war, a messy scene appeared in the eyes of everyone. This is the Zen room where the monks rested. At this time, it was also turned into ruins, and the air was smelled of strong blood.
In the dark and silent night, above the ruins of the corpse and the ground, the Buddha's head was lowered and his eyes folded, his hands folded.
The rushing Li Xianyu froze suddenly, as if struck by lightning.
He walked step by step, afraid to go fast, not too loud, afraid to disturb the old monk, but when he approached, he discovered that the head of the Buddha was really a body that had lost its soul.
The old monk's skin was dark purple, exuding a smell of flesh and blood corrosion.