Beiyin Great Sage Chapter 305

  Chapter 305 Chasing down

"what!"

"what…"

  'God' screamed loudly.

  Since its birth, it has never experienced such pain.

  Even if the **** stone is trapped, it is the helplessness of those so-called 'good gods', because they can't hurt gods either.

   As the darling of one world, the 'God' used to be the supreme existence.

  Now…

  The thunder from Zhigang to Yang spread along the tentacles towards its body, and countless axes of light split its body and cut into the core.

quick!

   Too fast!

   Not only fast but also fierce and violent.

  Zhou Jia's speed was so fast that it was too late for him to react. He only felt that the thunder exploded in the field, and the tentacles disintegrated in the next moment.

  The outer defense melts at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   To it, it was like a person's arms and legs were cut off one by one. The extreme pain made the 'God' couldn't help screaming and wailing.

  The most important thing is speed.

  Inducing lightning to fall into the body, arousing divine action, under the stimulation of thunder and lightning, Zhou Jia's speed exploded in a short period of time, which can be four times faster than usual.

  In an instant.

  It can cut thousands of times with the thunder ax light.

  Single attack, the power is naturally not high, but such a fierce and fierce offensive superposition, even the silver strong can't bear it.

   "Peng!"

  A ragged 'body' fell to the ground, making a big hole in the ground.

  'God' struggled to get up from the pit, his whole body was covered with black marks from lightning strikes, and he looked at the man and the man in white with fear.

   "Save..."

"save you!"

  The man's eyes were dull, and he opened his mouth to speak.

   "Peng!"

  A figure descended from the sky, and once again pushed the 'God' back to the ground, which also made the man's body tremble, and his subconscious mind lowered his head.

  Zhou Jiare glanced at the man, whether he continued to pay attention to the struggle on his feet, turned into a flash of lightning and rushed back.

   "Peng!"

   "Bang bang!"

  The thousand-armed Avalokitesvara transformed by Little Angry Bodhisattva showed an angry appearance, and each of the thousand hands pinched the same seal formula, and slammed it down towards the ghost brake behind him.

  Secret Technique—Wanfo Seal!

   "Boom!"

  The entire warehouse trembled, and Guisha struggled to hold on. The whole person rushed into the ground, leaving a deep ravine in the small ground with his feet.

   Even the solid momentum showed cracks, making it difficult to move for a while.

  The situation of Little Angry Bodhisattva is even worse.

  First I was hit by Zhou Jia and was seriously injured, and then I was besieged by two people for a long time.

   Avalokitesvara with a thousand hands must be dispersed.

   Yes, my goal has been achieved.

  The ghost house and Zhou Jia are all behind him, and there are obstacles in the way.

   "Mou Xiao!"

"Know!"

  Ghost House roared, Zhou Jia turned into a streamer, stretched his arms, and swooped away.

   "Boom!"

  The ground trembled violently.

  The "God" lying on the ground is willing to roar, but he has to squeeze his remaining "divine power" to wrap up the entire freight yard.

  The little angry Bodhisattva took the opportunity to escape.

   "Damn it!"

  The ghost house roared, turned in the air, and slashed at the "God" with a sickle, and sipped in his mouth:

   "He's going to chase, you follow!"

  Zhou Jia let out a groan, the double-edged ax split open the intercepting tentacles, sensed the direction in which the Little Angry Bodhisattva was leaving, and swooped away.

   Tianpeng vertical and horizontal!

   "Shua!"

   In a flash, he swept across the void.

  The seriously injured Little Angry Bodhisattva is obviously far faster than me.

   Buddha Palace.

   Core location.

"kill!"

  The men who sneaked into the Buddhist palace had no blood and deep hatred for the monks outside, and they showed no mercy.

   Except for a few men, all the men are low-handed with iron, and the monks in the Buddhist palace seldom indulge in pleasure, and most of them can't tell the truth from the face.

   After the kill is close, it is too late to resist.

not to mention.

  The monks who are obsessed with gentleness, lack of energy, and lack of energy are wrong cultivation bases, but they obviously lack experience in life and death fighting with others.

  The road was smooth and there were obstacles, and the men went straight to the core of the Buddhist palace.

  As for the path outside the Buddha Palace, you obviously know it well through some way. There are many paths, and you can always choose the one with the most people.

   "Poof!"

   "Puff puff..."

  Blood spattered, stumps and pieces of flesh flew.

  All the men turned into ruthless Rakshasas, swords, swords and shadows intertwined into a net, and beheaded all the eight Zen monks with fat heads and small ears on the spot.

   "Om..."

  After a long operation, the stone door opens, and a lotus platform dotted with countless agates, glass, and emeralds comes into view.

  Under the lotus platform.

  A man sat cross-legged.

  The man was dressed in tulle, with a handsome appearance, no red mole on the center of his brow, and eight thousand threads of trouble under his head. Hearing the sound, he hurriedly opened his eyes.

   There was silence in the field.

  The sound of fighting also stopped abruptly.

  Zhao Qingping's eyes were dazed and dull.

   These are a pair of indescribable eyes, like a small sea of ​​stars, an endless ocean, smooth and transparent, reflecting my heart.

  Xing face, worry, fear, and safety, all of them turned into intense in this glance.

   "Senior!"

  A woman stepped down and said in a solemn voice:

   "You are here."

  Zhao Qingping regained consciousness.

  It turns out that you are Brahma man. According to Xiang Fang, as long as I rescue this man, I will do anything else, and this trip is considered a small success.

   "It's good, it's good." The man nodded, expressively:

   "You are trapped in this place, there is no need for all good believers to rescue you, but the poor nun has no restraints, and I am afraid it will be difficult to leave that filthy place."

  It was only at this time that Mou Xiaohong noticed that the Brahma man under the lotus platform was actually pierced by more than a dozen thick and small chains.

  Arms, shoulder blades, waist ribs, legs, feet...

  The chain runs through the body, extends to the lotus platform, and binds the Brahma man firmly.

  In the punishment, Brahma Man's expression was not different, and his voice was wonderful and peaceful, which on the contrary calmed the restlessness in my heart.

   It is precisely because of this that the upper consciousness ignores the constraints under you.

   "Worry." The woman took out a golden awl from her bosom, and said in a concentrated voice:

   "It's a magic weapon that my concubine asked for from somewhere. It is said that it is a god-killing treasure in Fei Mu's world, and it can be cut off by low-grade mysterious weapons."

"Oh!"

  A rippling flashed in Brahma's beautiful eyes, and he nodded:

   "Please do something."

"Yes."

  The woman should be, stepping down from the lotus platform, raising the golden awl in her hand and hitting the chain on her body.

"when…"

   "Crack!"

  Melodious collision sounds rippling in the Buddha Palace, and this seemingly indestructible chain suddenly showed a small and large crack.

  Although the crack is big, it makes the woman look ecstatic.

  The Brahma man also moved his beautiful eyes slightly.

   No way!

  The chain that binds the Brahma man is really a low-grade mysterious weapon. In order to break it, the golden awl that the woman had worked so hard to obtain was really ineffective.

  It's no longer hesitation when you become popular.

  Hold the golden awl low and smash it down towards the chain.

"when!"

"when…"

  With each impact, the cracks in the chain would become smaller, and Brahma Man's expression also showed a trace of pain, but he didn't say anything about it.

   "click..."

  Accompanied by a strange noise, a chain broke from it.

   "It's good, it's good." Brahma man put his hands together, his eyes showed relief, his body trembled heavily, and the chain was pulled out of your body.

  The woman did not stop, the impact was broken.

   "Brave!"

   "Stop!"

  The sound of the impact finally attracted people from the Eighth Zen Sect. Several monks rushed forward with a roar, and one of them had no early stage cultivation of Baitie.

   Seeing this, he rushed forward with a roar.

"Down!"

  Xiang Fang and the other men let out a loud roar and gritted their teeth to meet them.

   "click..."

   "Clatter..."

  The chain trembled, Brahma Man's hands were already free, and his expression showed a hint of anxiety.

  The expressions of the monks in the field changed slightly, and they roared and launched attacks, but fewer and fewer monks appeared in the distance.

us.

   It seems that he is extremely afraid that the Brahma man will escape.

   "Peng!"

   "click..."

   There was a crisp sound, and the Brahma man under the lotus platform hurriedly stood up, swung his arms again, and a chain flew out of thin air, piercing a white iron monk through the spot.

"Walk!"

  Brahma stood up, took the golden awl full of cracks, Yuna sighed, threw it casually, and pierced through several monks above one after another.

  A group of monks, some with despair.

  Even a low hand at the peak of Baitie is vulnerable behind this man.

  One of them roared even more:

   "Jiao Yuhua, even if he goes out, he will not escape the palm of the Buddha!"

  Jiao Yuhua?

  Qingping swordsman?

  Mu Xiaohong was startled, and suddenly turned to look at Brahma Man, her eyes full of astonishment.

  This man…

   It turned out to be Baiyin from the Zhao family of the royal family forty years later, Jiao Yuhua, the charming man of heaven, who was not known as Qingping swordsman. Have you already died in battle?

   Buddha Palace.

   How dare you trap the princess of the Zhao family, the weak Baiyin?

   "Sister Mu!"

  Among the men, one man looked sad:

   "Freshman is dead."

  Although the Brahma men were out of trouble, the men also suffered heavy losses in order to resist the retreat of the monks.

   "..." Sister Mu is the woman who helped Brahma man out of trouble. Hearing this, her body trembled, her eyes were sad, and she shook her head hurriedly:

   "Life and death are lifeless, and no one can control them."

   "Bring this man down!"

"Yes."

  A man should be, turn around and pull out a man.

   It was Qian Xiaoyun!

   "Miss Jiao." The woman looked directly at Qian Xiaoyun, and said warmly:

   "How many wrong things he has done in those years, do you need to say less? Now is the time for you to atone for your sins and lead the way behind."

  Among you, freshman is the most unfamiliar with the terrain of the Buddha Palace.

   Now that the freshman is dead, he can only use backup means to delay the capture of Qian Xiaoyun.

  Qian Xiaoyun's hands were tied in front of his body, and there was no obvious palm print under his face. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. It was obvious that he had been abused.

  You timidly swept over the men, paused under Zhao Qingping, and then said loudly:

   "You...you lead the way, will they let you go?"

  "Amitabha." The Brahma man looked pale and folded his hands together:

  "The sea of ​​bitterness has a limit, and when you turn back, you will be right. There is no virtue in the world to live well. If he can sincerely repent, his life will be spared."

   "..." Qian Xiaoyun pursed his lips, fixed his eyes on Brahma Man, and nodded heavily:

   "You doubt him!"

"Walk!"

   "If you want to go out, there are no eight roads except the main entrance. Two of them must have been sealed, and there is no one to lead to the underground drain."

   "Okay." Brahma man coughed heavily:

   "Just go here."

   "Younger." The woman looked worried:

   "How are you doing?"

   "It's okay." Brahma man waved:

   "Being trapped for decades, it is inevitable that the physical body will be short of energy, but as long as you encounter a little angry Bodhisattva, it is not troublesome to cook some white iron."

   "Ahem..."

   As he spoke, he coughed heavily again.

  Obviously, although you say you are nervous, you may not be so. A healthy body makes Brahma men avoid places with few monks.

   "This..." The woman's eyes flickered, and she said loudly:

   "Do you really want to let this man go?"

   "The younger generation knows nothing. That Qian Xiaoyun cheated many men and fell into the Buddhist palace in those years for money. A hundred times is enough for him to die."

   "Let it go." Brahma man lowered his eyes slightly:

   "Can you really repent?"

   "You understand." The woman understood and nodded hurriedly.

time flies.

  The Buddha Palace, once known as a gentle town, is now covered by the smell of blood.

   Several stumps and pieces of flesh appeared under the path of the men retreating, and the blood made the ground a layer of dark red.

   Joy is again.

   There is no killing field!

   "Behind is the Hundred Flowers Hall. There are no Hundred Flowers Heavenly Men outside. Each Heavenly Man is named after a flower. Usually there are no two low-level monks sitting in the town." Qian Xiaoyun glanced back, and said cautiously:

   "Low monks, especially those who have the cultivation base of the peak of white iron and Qi penetrating the sky, and there are many monks guarding the courtyard."

   "As long as you pass the Hall of Hundred Flowers, you will arrive at the Underground Drain."

"Um."

  Brahma man is sensual:

   "Let's go!"

  You took a deep breath, rolled up the tulle cuffs, your slender arms trembled heavily, and a wave of tangible energy gathered.

  There is no formation in the Buddha Palace.

  With the help of formations, the monks of the Eight Zen Schools can explode with weaker strength.

  The fighting all the way is definitely nervous for you who are exhausted, but you only need to pass one more level to regain your freedom.

   "Dah..."

   All the men entered the Hall of Hundred Flowers.

  This place is full of colorful flowers, fragrant and fragrant, and the smoke on the ground is undulating, like a fairyland in the clouds.

   There are monks intercepting the eye.

   "It's hard to do..." Xiang Fang's beautiful eyes blinked:

   "Are we afraid?"

  That may not be impossible, intercepting the weak Baiyin with a body of white iron, even if this Baiyin's strength is at a high point, it is not special, the monk who died at the hands of the Brahma man along the way is Zhifanji.

  Tolerance is to live under pressure and collapse is very abnormal.

  Everyone was ecstatic, surrounded by the Brahma man and slowed down.

   "Dah..."

   Abruptly.

  The person at the back stopped abruptly, and the person in front also stiffened. Fewer and fewer people stayed in place, dare not move at all.

  Brahma's beautiful eyes narrowed, his face serious.

   His eyes were fixed on a fat figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the Hundred Flowers Hall.

  Little angry Bodhisattva!

   "Amitabha..."

  The Little Angry Bodhisattva opened his eyes with a haggard look on his face. He glanced at the men first, and then put his palms together and bowed to the Brahma man:

   "Why should the heavenly man leave the residence without authorization, it is difficult for the poor monk to do."

  Brahma's beautiful eyes flickered:

"he is injured!"

   "Yes." Little Angry Bodhisattva nodded and sighed heavily:

   "The injury is still serious, it was a mistake..."

   "To deal with Brahma man, you should still be talking!"

  Speaking, I hurriedly stood up, standing up with my body, in the perception of all the men, it was like a towering low mountain rising from the ground.

  Just the momentum alone, it overwhelms all the men.

   "You can go back with him."

  Brahma man suddenly said:

   "But he wants to let you go!"

  Hearing this, all the men changed their colors one after another:

   "Brahma Man!"

"It is!"

  Xiang Fang gritted her teeth and roared:

   "Even if you die, I will **** you out!"

   "Hey..." The little angry Bodhisattva showed crumbs:

   "A group of intelligent people, do they think they have no choice?"

  I was seriously injured, and I was already full of anger. When I saw this, my eyes were red, and I clasped my little hands:

   "Heavenly man, you can spare your lives if he goes back on his own, but he needs to serve the heavenly man outside, so it is absolutely possible to leave..."

  The voice did not fall.

  The expression of Little Angry Bodhisattva froze suddenly.

  The Brahma man was also surprised, and looked towards the side wall.

  The whole body of the wall is made of ordinary fine steel, with a thickness of several feet, supporting the small Buddha Palace underground, and it is so strong that it is indestructible. Even you have never thought about breaking through the wall to leave.

   Now.

  A bump quietly appeared under the wall.

  The bulge became more and more obvious at a slow speed, and gradually turned into two palms, with the palms separated from the right and left, as if they were tearing something special.

   "Crunch..."

   "Crack!"

   "Squeak..."

  The steel wall was torn apart by little hands, and in full view of everyone, a crack was torn out, and a burly figure hurried out from it.

   "Hoo..."

  Zhou Jia took a long breath of foul air, shook the soil under his head, looked at the little angry Bodhisattva with a bright face in the field, and then grinned:

   "Monk, where else can he escape?"

   "Brother Zhou?"

  Zhao Qingping blinked and was stunned.

  Mou Xiaohong was also dumbfounded. If you remember correctly, the person who came here seems to be Zhao Qingping's friend, this old guy who helped you find a famous doctor.

  (end of this chapter)

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