My Past Life Simulator Chapter 467

Chapter 467 466 [The terrifying elder Fuzhen]

Not long ago, when he returned to gain the trust of the two senior teachers, He Zhao kept hearing them mention the three old immortals in the Langshan Temple, and now he can finally see the true face of one of them.

Having said that, as expected of a great elder in a temple, this method of pulling out a person's waist through his clothes is really frightening.

Don't look at him lying under the wreckage of the car, in fact, due to the position and angle, he can almost see the whole audience.

The old monk with a poisonous tongue, Kong Wen, should be called the Great Elder Fuzhen, the moment he stretched out his hand, he directly took Wang Bo's kidney out of his hand through a pair of eyes.

Now the head of the family branch of the Bufa Temple in Shangyang City, his left hand is covering his left waist due to bleeding, which caused the five-color vestment to be stained red. What is certain is that the luxurious clothes that people wear must have a defensive effect against some weird methods.

If it's just for decoration, you can change it on the road, and it's impossible to wear it all the way back.

As a result, facing the hand of the Great Elder, it was useless.

It can only be said that the skills are superior, and even the strength of Fuzhen's main body is much stronger than that of Wang.

He felt that Kongwen was not a counterfeit after being dropped by someone, but that his body had been eroded by unknown means, turning it into the shape of Langshan Temple.

There is no evidence, just intuition. Through talking with Liu Feng and Manduo, we can know that the three old guys are the masters who never leave the door, let alone work hard for several days to help the family of Bufa Temple. The branch catches fifteen waves of thieves.

"Wang Guardian, congratulations."

A group of people fell silent when they looked at the strange old face who was holding someone else's waist, but smiling and greeting.

They met for the first time, and they really didn't know how to deal with it.

Wang Bo's complexion was a little pale, and he was taken out by someone just after he was promoted. If the news spread, the old guys in the Bufa Temple might laugh until they passed away on the spot.

"Who are you?"

"Hehe, you don't need to know who I am, I'm just an old man dying." Fuzhen waved his hand and continued. "What about the lives of those who are alive?"

When the family member took a deep breath, calmed down and said.

"They came to **** my things, let me capture them if they are not good at learning, let's not talk about the two for now. You old guy, come up to occupy the body of my mage, and take away a kidney from me, and then ask me to release him?"

Gan Liniang, you are too deceptive!

Tigers don't show off their power, do you think I'm a kid?

"Nothing to talk about?"

"There's nothing to talk about!"

"Boom—"

Anyone within a radius of 100 meters of Great Elder Fuzhen's entire body exploded into pieces. Then, the flesh and blood gathered into a ball, like a rushing water wave, all submerged into the body.

Immediately afterwards, while everyone was stunned, the thin body suddenly swelled up, like blowing up a balloon. It quickly swelled to a height of five meters, and one arm was thicker than a human waist. The huge size brought great pressure to people.

"Boom!"

The former is the sound of Fuzhen smashing the street with his foot, and the latter is the sound of him smashing down like a mountain on the spot where Wang Bo was standing.

Huge smoke rose up, instantly engulfing two people, one large and one small, making it difficult for outsiders to see the specific situation inside.

Indistinctly, with the help of moonlight, it can be seen vaguely, as if there are two figures fighting?

And, the sound of bang bang collision came from inside continuously.

A large group of monks and novices looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

After all, their leader has already changed his shape after hearing nothing.

What's more, in this level of fighting, if you really stepped forward to help, it would probably only be a disservice.

Let's go, but I dare not.

When the family members were desperate, a group of soldiers under their hands ran away, and it was shameless to spread the word.

So, I could only stand still in embarrassment and watch the battle quietly.

"Ahem."

Liu Feng coughed, and lightly bumped his shoulder into his junior brother.

Manduo: "?"

What are you doing!

"Er Huo, let's go. While they are fighting, the two of us sneaked away." As a senior brother, he naturally knew why Elder Fuzhen chose to fight.

The real purpose is naturally not to kill Wang Bo, but to give them two unsatisfactory sons of Langshan Temple to buy time to escape.

"Yes, brother."

Man Dahuang got up, just propped up his body with his arms, thought he thought of something, and immediately opened his mouth.

"That's right, don't forget the Gabala Spiritual Bone Rosary Beads on Junior Brother's body. Although this operation was a failure, but if we can take back two Rosary Beads, the Great Elder will not blame us."

"You actually know how to use your brain? Let's just fight back the body of the junior brother, and give him an explanation for the old man. Sigh!" Liu Feng sighed, obviously feeling a little depressed about the sacrifice of the junior brother.

"Brother, brother, brother"

"What's up?"

Manduo pointed at the wreckage of the car, his whole face stunned.

"I remember the little junior brother, who was covered under a piece of wreckage. Why did he suddenly disappear?"

Old Liu looked along with his fingers, only to see He Zhao and a piece of car wreckage, both disappeared!

"Master, brother, you, you, you, you. Look at the front, the front, the front."

He looked in the direction his junior brother pointed, but under the moonlight, he saw a corpse pushing forward against the wreckage of the car.

Don't look at the short distance of each creep, but it can't stand the high frequency of others.

After a few breaths, several meters are actually moistened, which can be called the essence of human peristalsis.

"Did you cheat?"

Liu Feng is not surprised, even if it is the Dharma seal of the Langshan Temple to specialize in the physical body, without the blessing of the earth **** seal + Vajrapani mantra, if you hit an RPG head-on, you will definitely die without life.

So, he didn't feel that someone was cheating to death, but he subconsciously thought it was a fraudulent corpse.

"Gudong—"

"Brother, shall we still get the Gabala spirit bone rosary?"

"Snapped!"

Take Der, a monk who practiced Mahamudra to cheat the corpse, that thing might be stronger than a mage. In their heyday, when they faced a mage, they dared not say that their skills were inferior, they could only say that they had no power to fight back, let alone something fiercer than a mage.

Go up?

Courting death!

"Elbow."

His voice was a little out of tune.

As the saying goes: Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up.

Facing the little junior brother who turned into a corpse, I can only say sorry.

The crowd didn't notice the two "corpses" who were gradually leaving the battlefield. They were all engrossed in observing the battle situation in the smoke and dust, hoping to see something, at least to find out who had the upper hand.

"Boom!"

A thin figure flew out of the smoke and dust, fell to the ground with a bang and smashed out of a deep hole, accompanied by a muffled groan, a **** arrow spurted out and fell to the messy ground.

"Hmph, if you want to compete with the old man, you are still far away, kid."

The giant Fuzhen walked out of the smoke, with a look of disdain on his old face, looking down on everyone.

Wang Bo had an aggrieved expression on his face. He had consumed too much energy when he was promoted to Dharma Protector, and he had to rush back all the way, so there was not much left in the fuel tank. Besides, you, a shameless old bastard, come up to sneak attack and pay for your money, which is even worse.

With the superposition of triple negative BUFF, being able to fight with the great elder of Langshan Temple for a while is already a manifestation of strength.

Unfortunately, he is the winner, so it makes sense.

All the rhetoric of the defeated, in the eyes of outsiders, are just sophistry.

"Don't get complacent!"

After speaking, he took out the Gabala bowl that was put into the repression not long ago.

Placed in front of the body, the two ring fingers in the center of both hands are upright, the index finger of the right hand is joined with the **** of the left hand, the thumb of the right hand is joined with the little finger of the left hand, the thumb of the left hand is joined with the little finger of the right hand, and the index finger of the left hand is joined with the **** of the right hand.

He formed a dedication seal, and silently recited the mantra of the Bodhisattva of the Void Storehouse.

"Ah, luojayan. Qianfu Suojayan."

"Yava Naija. Bo toilet, Sumi."

"Bo Zhaluojada. Ta Navaluojada."

"Sadoragara mud. Rest and rest."

"Maha, Garunika. Sapoha."

Five sentences in a row, the voice is so low that even if you put it close to your mouth, you can't hear clearly, what exactly is being read.

The next moment, he lifted the gorgeous lid of the Gabala bowl, held the bone bowl with both hands and poured water over his head.

It was black and viscous, and it was hard to tell whether it was a liquid or a fluid body of gas, and it was drenched all over.

The dedication seal on the hand immediately changed into the salute seal.

I saw him clasping his palms together, the palms were hollow, and the first joint of the front of the thumb was slightly bent into the palm, as if holding a wishful stone in the middle of his hands, placed on top of his head, as if to worship.

"Please!"

The voice fell, and a beam of light hung down from the sky.

In the dazzling light, a golden Bodhisattva sits on a white lotus flower, holding a sword in his right hand, and the sword body is burning with raging flames. The left hand holds the wish-fulfilling pearl, like a lotus flower in bloom.

This Bodhisattva wears a heavenly crown, and there are thirty-five Buddha statues in the crown. There are two circles of light, one large and one small behind, overlapping each other, and the big and small circles are respectively burning with flames, which looks like a gourd.

A sacred and majestic aura filled the air, immediately dispelling the negative emotions of panic, confusion, panic, etc. caused by the defeat of the head of the family.

Void Tibetan Bodhisattva!

"Boom—"

The next moment, Wang Bo had a sword burning red fireworks in his hand.

The heart mantra of an ordinary practitioner can only be blessed by a Bodhisattva in one go.

He is different. Now, as a Dharma protector, he invites the Baohui Sword in the hands of the Bodhisattva.

"Come!"

Fuzhen narrowed his eyes slightly, he could feel the pressure brought by the flame sword.

"Humph!"

"Rub—"

The giant disappeared in the blink of an eye, and before everyone recovered, it had already arrived in front of Wang Bo.

The huge palm slapped hard from top to bottom.

If it is compacted, there will be another puddle of minced meat on the ground.

"Pfft!"

Unbelievable by the great elder, Baohui sword easily cut off his right arm.

He knew that the flame sword was not simple, but he never expected that it would be so powerful.

"boom!"

The thick arm fell, making the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Not only that, the raging flames on the sword penetrated into the body along the wound.

A fiery feeling quickly spread all over his body, burning him in great pain.

Baohui sword cuts off the arm, immediately changes the trajectory, and converts it into a crosscut.

"Poof—"

Fuzhen stepped back in time, and his chest was brutally disembowelled.

The flames added to the body for the second time, and the whole person was miserable.

"Old guy, how!"

"boom!"

There was a crackling sound, and the giant exploded.

Amidst the splash of blood, flesh and bones, a skinny old man stood intact.

Wang Bo and his men were stunned for a moment.

"Hoo—"

Taking a deep breath, the Great Elder spoke.

"Fortunately, the old man has more methods."

Nima's, are you playing tricks?

Wrap yourself in a huge piece of flesh and blood, cut off with two swords in a row, broke the arm again, and cut open the chest again.

But, there is nothing wrong with them.

However, his business is serious!

Baohui sword is not used infinitely, it consumes one sword with one sword.

Just after two sword cuts, borrowing the sword forcefully with the help of the suppressor, the remaining strength is almost depleted.

If you hold on to your death and swing your sword again, you will be in a state of exhaustion.

Elder Fuzhen clasped his hands together, and everyone subconsciously stepped back a dozen steps.

I was afraid that the scene where my companions would be blown to pieces and become part of the flesh and blood giant would happen to me.

"Hey, don't worry. I don't like doing the same trick twice."

"Cut!"

Wang Bo cut down with his sword, and the burning flame on Baohui sword disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Before Fuzhen could open his mouth, there was a puff, a line of blood emerged from the top of his head to his crotch.

"Plop!"

The surname Wang knelt down on one knee, and the Baohui sword in his hand disintegrated little by little, turning into spots of light and scatter.

"Hoo Hoo"

He was panting heavily, the strange old monk opposite, if he didn't die, he might really risk his life.

"Good sword."

The Great Elder seemed unaffected, and then spoke again.

"You asked for the sword with the suppressant, and now I will pay you back with the suppressant in the old monk's body."

After speaking, put your palms together and clasp your fists together.

"Explosion!"

"Boom—"

Every exposed skin is densely packed with black Sanskrit characters.

Immediately afterwards, it shrank and swelled, and burst in an instant.

The imaginary shock wave did not appear, but the flesh and blood leaped high like waves in the sea, and then fell heavily.

Wang Bo looked at the flesh and blood that looked like a flood, and his eyes were tearing apart.

"run!"

Because, wherever the flesh and blood spray passes, all objects are swallowed into it.

Then, get bigger and taller.

Several monks and novices were devoured because of their slow speed.

After a few screams, nothing came out.

The waves of flesh and blood spread in all directions, as if everything was its nourishment.

Even if it is reinforced concrete, it can still extract nutrients.

As more and more things are swallowed, the volume is also getting bigger and bigger.

If left alone, Shangyang City might be drowned in flesh and blood.

As for when can it stop?

After the power of repressive substances in Monk Kongwen's body is squandered, he will naturally stop.

"Boom"

On the other side, the essence of human peristalsis felt the tremors of the earth, so it couldn't help but stop and turn its head to look.

Under the pure white moonlight, a huge flesh and blood body was crushing everything crazily, crushing layers of obstacles, and rushing towards him.

"Grass (a plant)!"

No, he congratulated someone and didn't do anything, why did the situation suddenly get out of control?

With a bang, the wreckage of the car was lifted violently, and he burst out with all his strength and fled forward.

"Boom"

At the beginning, there was indeed a little distance.

It's just that the speed of the flesh and blood spray is getting faster and faster. It didn't take long for him to exceed his limit speed.

Seeing the rapid approach, if you continue, you may be involved in it.

"Rewind!"

(end of this chapter)

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