Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 375

   Chapter 375 Out of the sky, there are demons everywhere

  Ren Qing waited patiently, while the cave continued to expand into the depths, and most of the energy was put in the world in the stomach.

   He doesn't plan to refine the body for the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon, after all, flesh and blood puppets cannot be refined overnight.

   Besides, Ren Qing's purpose is to steal life essence through the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon.

  The Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon is actually an independent creature, and the dream seed can be abandoned at any time, no matter how you look at it, it can't be involved in Ren Qing's head.

   Opportunity will come soon.

  Dark clouds are all over the sky, and the rain is falling.

   On this day, tens of thousands of refugees lined up on the mountain road, rushing towards the sky one after another, and the atmosphere seemed extremely depressing.

The leader of the    team was a scrawny old monk. He had to be supported by the monks beside him before he had the strength to move forward.

   Almost nine out of ten of these tens of thousands of refugees were monks, and the pain in their bodies could not hide the devotion in their eyes.

  The rest are mostly old and young, women and children, but there are also thousands of bandits, and the suffocating aura is not showing any goodness.

  The leader of the mountain bandit, Heihu, was a little impatient. He walked quickly to the leading old monk, and picked him up with his sturdy right hand.

   "The old monk Kudu, when will he reach the heaven where the wine and delicacies are all over the place?"

  The so-called heaven is said to be the world of bliss in rumors.

   It is recorded in Buddhist scriptures that all beings in the heavenly way live in the heavens and heaven, possess mighty virtue and supernatural powers, and their retribution and right retribution are superior to those of other living beings.

  The monks were angry and wanted to stop the black tiger's actions, but they hadn't eaten or eaten for more than half a month, so how could they resist.

   They were kicked to the ground by the other mountain bandits, and then they were punched and kicked.

  The old monk Kudu put his hands together, then closed his eyes and said, "It will take half a day to travel, and the poor monk can feel the call from Buddhism..."

   "Fuck you."

   The more the black tiger looked, the more he felt that the old monk Kudu was very evil, so he threw his hand into the haystack.

   "Give you half a day, and I will kill one of your disciples every hour."

   "Blessed by the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva."

  The old monk Kudu stood up tremblingly, coughing out a mouthful of blood, but his face recovered a lot.

   Black Tiger felt the hunger in his belly, and his eyes fell on the women and children in the team.

   "Boss, I'm the best at slaughtering animals."

  's bandit's eyes rolled, and they quickly and diligently grabbed women and children, and put a long rusty knife on their neck.

   "No, no, Master Kudu help!"

  Women and children struggled constantly, but the people in the surrounding team were already numb to this, and even wanted to share a piece of the pie.

  The old monk Kudu closed his eyes helplessly and recited the scriptures of saving the dead.

   The reason why the mountain bandits were included in the team was impossible.

   Don't look at the large number of monks, but they all follow the content of the Buddhist scriptures, eat fast food and recite the Buddha, and go to heaven and heaven.

   A thousand mountain bandits are enough to slaughter them all.

  The old monk Kudu did not let the monk give his life to rescue him. After all, similar situations abound. The world here is a sea of ​​misery.

  The Buddha Heart City he is in is full of monsters and monsters, and the danger to the north will only become more terrifying, so he can only go to heaven.

  The old monk Kudu covered his head with his hands, and the disasters he encountered turned the rivers and seas.

   The demons will riot every fifty years, with corpses piled up in mountains, blood-stained lakes, and hair spread like carpets.

   is like forcibly driving mortals to heaven.

  The old monk Kudu let out a scream, and then he reached out to gouge out his eyes and pierced both ears with a wooden stick, which made him feel much better.

   "The Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva is above, disciples should not have evil thoughts in their hearts."

  The old monk Kudu wanted to use indifference to fight against the demon, but the black tiger felt a chill down his spine, and he couldn't help frowning.

   Heihu cursed a few words, then threw the woman and child away, untied his trouser belt and walked towards the bushes not far away.

   He was not sympathetic, but was frightened by the madness of the old monk Kudu.

   Thinking that the distance from the sky to heaven should be half a day, it is not good to increase the casualties. If this angers the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva...

   Little did the black tigers know that, as they gradually approached the sky, the air they breathed was already mixed with Buddha energy, and before they knew it, their violent nature had already appeared strange.

   Just as he was about to take over, he suddenly felt a dark eye staring at him.

   Black Tiger's face became ugly, he subconsciously grabbed the long sword pinned to his back, and kept walking towards the direction of the large army.

   Ka Ka Ka Ka…

   The sound of teeth rubbing sounded.

  The Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon climbed out of the darkness, and the dream seed turned into double pupils on its forehead, and the image became even more hideous.

   "Demon, monster, monster."

   Heihu muttered to himself, he didn't even dare to call out for help, for fear of being looked down upon by other bandits, which would lead to an unstable position.

  The Moon Meteor Pseudo-Dragon turned into an afterimage and passed through the vegetation extremely fast.

   It went directly into the mouth of the black tiger, and soon disappeared in the stomach, as if it melted into flesh and blood, and I don't know where it was hidden in the body.

  Black Tiger's expression changed from fear to confusion, and finally returned to the team as if nothing had happened, and continued southward with the old monk Kudu.

   Tens of thousands of people will inevitably go over the hillside in a mighty manner, and soon notice the sky.

  This town, like a fairy Buddha, is emitting bursts of colorful glaze in the setting sun.

   After they approached the distance of 100 meters, the faces of some mortals were distorted, and the pain made their foreheads sweat.

  The Buddha spirit of Maitreya Bodhisattva is like choosing the right material, and it covers the bodies and souls of tens of thousands of people at the same time.

   "Great Mercy Maitreya Bodhisattva!!"

   With a desperate roar, death began to spread.

   First of all, women and children, no matter how devout their hearts are to Maitreya Bodhisattva, it is impossible for women to set foot in heaven.

   One by one the living people suddenly turned into minced meat, and blood splattered everywhere.

  The second is the mountain bandits with mixed thoughts. They also did not escape the erosion of Buddha Qi, and they immediately followed in the footsteps of women and children.

   On the contrary, under the influence of the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon, the soul of the black tiger has lost its sanity, so it escaped a disaster and is still safe and sound.

   When all the monks saw that the leader of the mountain bandit could obtain the qualifications to go to the heaven, their hearts were suddenly turbulent, and hundreds of lives were turned into mud in one place.

  The old monk Kudu died of exhaustion from exhaustion, ten meters above the sky.

   For mortals who can walk into the city alive, their cognition has long been distorted by the Buddha's spirit.

   These people don't know if they can be saved. If there is a chance, it would be good to expand the population of the Eternal River.

  Ren Qing was relieved to see this, it seems that the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon successfully infiltrated the sky.

   And unlike his opportunistic use of the original fetal membranes and Buddhist dream species, the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon has withstood the "baptism" of the Buddha's qi and did not die, and came to the heavens in an upright manner.

  If the first step is successful, then the grasp of stealing life essence will naturally increase greatly.

   But what makes Ren Qing feel strange is why the Buddha Qi of Maitreya Bodhisattva is not as chaotic as the Buddha Qi of Sitting Deer?

   The quality of sleep these days is worrying, and I can't stand it anymore.

   (end of this chapter)

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