My Past Life Simulator Chapter 475

  Chapter 475 474【Burst】

"Da da da"

   "RPG!"

   "Boom—"

   Coming out of the Buddhism Exhibition Hall, the troops from Funiu Mountain launched an attack brazenly.

  After a lot of fighting, the Langshan temple brothers and Niubi tacitly reached an agreement, the two of us should not embarrass the other, and we will each go our own way.

   "Poof!" "Poof!"

  The monks of Baoguang Temple, the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

"Leave a team to clean up the living people outside, and search the corpse carefully to see if you can find something. The rest of the people follow me into the exhibition hall, cooperate with the people inside, kill all the remaining people, and take the gold Prayer wheel."

  Everything keeps up with the previous one. The last retracement is the same, and it develops according to the predetermined trajectory of fate.

   "Boom—"

  The flames soared into the sky, and the exhibition hall was bombarded with explosives.

   Kong Wen heard that the old monk had a poisonous tongue and could not see the monk, and the angry monk trembled all over.

  The golden prayer wheel still rolled to He Zhao's side. Unfortunately, because he had absorbed the six-character mantra once, nothing miraculous happened this time.

  Next, the Flame Palm that covered the sky and the moon appeared.

  Wang Bo arrived at the critical moment and scattered the flames of the invisible monk's handprints with wild laughter.

  Actually, although the head of the family branch of the Bufa Temple in Shangyang City was promoted from a guru to a Dharma protector, it seemed invincible, and there was a huge gap in strength between the two.

  In fact, he is strong on the outside and **** the inside. I don't see that if the monk fights desperately to squeeze out the last drop of Wang's surname, he will be overturned when he makes a sneak attack for the first time in the face of Fuzhen.

  The old immortal forbearance took a long time to make a move. It is certain that he was rushing to kill the opponent, but he failed and took the next best thing, and took out a kidney.

  Seeing the monk with a look of despair, he chose to release the suppressant in his body, and counted as many as he could kill.

   "Om Mani Padme Hum."

   After that, the ornate Gabala bowl is done.

   "Thanks for your hard work, Kongwen"

  Wang Bo patted the old monk on the shoulder, lamenting that the old man was trustworthy.

   "It's not necessary to be a family member, everything is what the old monk should do."

   "You clean up."

  Before he finished speaking, Kong Wen, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, immediately turned vicious when the old king in five-color cassock turned around and ordered his subordinates around him.

  The next second, before you can make a move.

  A domineering finger strikes straight at the two of them.

  Wang Bo subconsciously dodged forward when he heard the sound of breaking through the air.

"Who?"

   At the same time, Kong Wen maintained his shooting posture.

  People on the street, everyone focused on the old monk. After all, it's hard not to have some bad assumptions about his posture.

  Kong heard the strange gazes from the people around him, and his whole face turned red, obviously he would be angry when someone damaged his phone.

   "Hahaha, Fukuma. Unexpectedly, a foolproof sneak attack would be destroyed by a small character like me."

   A certain famous wolf overturned the wreckage of the car on his body, and insolent laughter spread throughout the audience.

   His current mood, two words - comfortable.

  Especially looking at the old and immortal Fuzhen with his own eyes, that face is more uncomfortable than eating shit.

   "Little Junior Brother?"

  Liu Feng and Manduo looked at him at the same time.

   "Don't get me wrong, I've always played tricks on you two. Actually, I'm not from Langshan Temple at all."

  When the two heard the words, they felt as if they had been struck by lightning.

  Unfortunately, before they all denounced the perpetrator's inappropriate behavior, a phantom flashed before their eyes.

   "Poof!" "Poof!"

  Blood holes appeared on the foreheads of the two of them, and they fell to the ground upright with unwilling faces.

   "Plop—" X2.

  He Zhao bent down to pick up the Gabala spiritual bone rosary in Manduo's hand, and firmly grasped the Vajra Pestle, a magic weapon of Dizhen Temple, and looked at Fuzhen who was gnashing his teeth proudly.

   "Stay away from him, this old immortal thing has the ability to control flesh and blood."

   After all, everyone who is very close to the old monk should get out of the way, leaving a large open space.

   "Empty news?"

   "Kong your mother Kong, that's Fuzhen."

  A certain person was merciless when he sprayed Wang Bo, and he still had illusions when he saw the other party reaching for his pocket. How on earth did you get to be the head of the family? You wouldn't be so naive if you walked through the back door.

"hehe."

  The old monk smiled, the flesh and blood on his face twisted, and finally a strange face formed.

   Then, he turned his head to look at the famous ruthless man, and said word by word.

   "Boy, I remember you."

   "I'll **** you!"

   Cursed, can he be wronged?

  Official Knight Fighting Technique—Life Explosion · Physical Birth.

   "Boom!"

  He broke through from an average height of ordinary people to the limit of ten meters in an instant, and turned into a gray metal giant. Ten thousand times of absorbing the repressive substances of the invisible monk and the unkillable monk, bringing his physical fitness to a whole new level.

  Although it is just a mere five meters, in fact, he is now more than enough when he hits five five meters. Huge vitality, the power that bursts out when it burns, is not a simple addition and subtraction, but multiplied.

  If not, why does he insist on bad things that are really good?

   Isn't it just that I feel that I can do it, after collecting the wool of the copy of the Buddhist Exhibition Hall, before I leave, let's **** Fuzhen, who is a dog day, to vent my anger.

  On the other side, watching the people who were fighting against each other all the time, one old and one young, felt a huge oppressive force covering their whole bodies.

  The two sides are not of the same species at all. The giant's life level is obviously higher, and it naturally has the aura of a superior and a predator. It is irresistible, and even once wanted to turn around and flee.

   "If only becoming taller and bigger is your reliance, then today will be your death day next year." Apparently, Fuzhen put all his energy on those who sabotaged his good deeds.

   "It's early!"

  The voice fell, the left hand was holding the vajra, the thumb of the right hand was bent towards the palm, and the arm was pressed down obliquely inward. Silently recite the mantra of Vajrapani Bodhisattva in your heart—Om~Banza Bani~Hum~.

   "Boom—"

  The height of ten meters skyrocketed again, in full view of the public, and under the incredulous eyes of a group of people, it broke through 20 meters immediately.

  Compared to five meters, please earth **** seal + Vajrapani mantra, stronger.

  Both bless the physical body, it all depends on the strength of the user.

  Low strength, brother Langshanmiao is at most over three meters high.

  As strong as him, the bonuses are naturally many.

  What kind of concept is a seven-story-high giant with golden light shining all over its body?

Horror film!

  Man, not as big as his palm.

   "Fuzhen—"

   With a shout of anger, everyone except the old monk and Wang Bo fell on their backs.

  The surrounding buildings rumbled and shattered, and collapsed in pieces, turning into ruins.

  The road on the street was hit by sound waves and rolled up like water waves.

   Conscience of heaven and earth, he just roared.

   As a result, the damage caused was more powerful than some people using Mahamudra.

  Different levels of life, every move is also a huge harm to others.

"interesting."

   "Somewhat interesting? There are more interesting ones!"

  After He Zhao finished speaking, he clenched his fist with his right hand and raised an index finger, and held the raised index finger with his left hand, tightly clenched into a fist.

  The disaster relief seal is knotted, and the emerald green cassock is draped around the body.

   "First is the secret method that I can't understand, then the heart mantra of my Langshan Temple, and finally the disaster relief seal of Baoguang Temple. You have quite a lot of methods, and they are also very special."

   Fuzhen looked into his eyes, full of longing.

   "Hiss—"

  The golden giant gasped, although he knew in his heart that Fuzhen was only coveting his body, and could use the secrets of various faction's handprints and secret techniques, rather than being really interested in his body.

  But facing an old face with a wretched expression, he still shudders, which makes his **** tighten.

   "Fuck him!"

   With a roar, the left and right hands knotted five thunder fingers, and they smashed down amidst the roar of thunder and lightning.

   "Thunderbolt~~~"

   "Boom—" "Boom—"

  Under the power of Wushuang, a large area of ​​land around it collapsed.

  The sky was full of smoke and dust, covering the giant and the old monk on the ground.

   On the other side, Wang Bo stopped to watch, but did not choose to make a move.

   "Wow-"

  The flesh and blood rolled, and the practitioners of Shangyang City who lay dead, their bodies crumbled and gathered in the smoke and dust.

  Three or five breaths, the dust and smoke cleared away, revealing two giants, one tall and one short, wrestling with each other.

  The big one is naturally the Hulk, while the small one is just a ten-meter-tall blood-colored giant made of flesh and blood.

   "What are you doing in a daze, come on!"

  The surname He turned his head to look at Wang Bo, signaling him to seize the opportunity and give Fuzhen a hard move.

  Unfortunately, Pharaoh still stood where he was, motionless.

   "Made, sand dollars."

  Actually, I really can't blame others.

  Who knows what your purpose is?

  The head of the family branch of the Bufa Temple, who was already expending too much due to the promotion ceremony and rushing all the way, how could he easily make a move and put himself in danger.

  What if he gets involved, and after beating off Fukuma, someone shoots at him?

   When the time comes, maybe he will die.

  So, the best option is to sit on the sidelines and watch two outsiders bite dogs. It would be even better if the snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's benefit.

   "Stupid, idiot. Okay, you're the one to cry."

  The most urgent task at the moment is not to get angry with the surname Wang, but to blow up Fuzhen and vent his anger.

"rise!"

  He carried Fuzhen's flesh and blood giant directly on his shoulders with both arms, and then used 120% of his strength to the ground, throwing it hard.

   "Boom—"

  An earth-shattering violent noise spread, and a huge shock wave spread in all directions.

  Bursts of powerful shocks surged from the city center to the surroundings.

  A large number of houses and buildings are swaying, cracking gaps, and may collapse at any time.

   From this we can see how hard Fuzhen was thrown.

   "Hiss—"

  Wang Bo's eyelids twitched. The golden giant in emerald green cassock was really thinking about him.

   Otherwise, why was the smoke and dust falling, wrestling with the flesh and blood giant?

  Obviously has the power to crush the opponent, and specially creates opportunities to wait for him to make a move, consuming the little energy left in him, right?

   One fish and two meals, really black.

  In fact, some people really don't have much thought, just want to get some wool.

   Pharaoh didn't make a move, so how could he get the hair down from the opponent?

  Unfortunately, he didn't do anything.

  Let's not talk about the two people's hearts and minds, Fuzhen in the deep pit fell into a mess.

   Before he could stand up, a huge foot stepped down hard from above.

   "Boom—"

  The second shock wave raged, making the already messy streets a complete history.

   Anyway, not a single piece of the surrounding area is intact.

  The head of the flesh and blood giant was trampled on.

  Next, without waiting for the old man to get up, He Zhao showed him what close combat skills are.

  It is almost a demonstration of the various simulated scenes learned one by one according to the body of the flesh and blood headless giant.

I don't know how many years he has lived. The old monk who thinks he has a lot of fighting experience is miserable when he is abused. He is like a grandpa with a thick back and a burly waist. He is as thin as a grandson. Continue to receive severe beatings.

   Wang Bo, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, twitched his eyelids.

  Too cruel!

   "Boom—" "Boom—" "Boom—"

   Fuzhen's ankle was grabbed by the ruthless man Zhao, and he swayed back and forth repeatedly. Every time the whole body slapped the ground, it would inevitably cause the ground to tremble violently.

  After that, the surrounding buildings and people felt small earthquakes from time to time.

   "Boom—" "Boom—" "Boom—"

  The last smash, the flesh giant burst open.

  The old monk was thrown out of it violently, rolling on the potholed ground like a rag doll.

   "Poof!"

   A mouthful of old blood spewed out, more air was taken in and less air was released from the nose.

   "Hoo—"

  The surname He exhaled deeply, his whole body exuded a sense of refreshment, which could be regarded as letting out the bad breath in his chest.

   "Fuzhen, let's clean up."

   "Poof—"

  When the old monk heard the words, he couldn't hold back and spit out another mouthful of blood.

   Fuck you uncle!

  Since the old man showed up, he hasn't offended you kid.

On the contrary, it was you who first destroyed the sure-kill blow to the head of the family branch of Bufa Temple, and then killed the younger generation of descendants of Langshan Temple one after another, and took away the Gaba spiritual bone rosary that the old man had always coveted, and the vajra pestle, the magic weapon of the town temple. , and then beat me hard.

  Finally, a clean sentence?

   Clear your grandma!

   What you owe the old monk, you can pay it back.

  Wang Bo: "."

  The old chicken thief, who had been staying out of the matter, glanced sympathetically at the old monk who was vomiting blood.

  Why are you messing with him?

   "Poof—"

  When the old monk saw the pitiful eyes of a headed family member, he was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

   Since entering the arena, the only thing I did was to glance at him!

   Just one glance!

   Besides, I really didn't provoke him.

  Injustice, too much.

   "The surname is Wang, you are an Erbi. Wait a moment, I have your good fruit to eat."

   Didn't get Lao Wang's wool, a certain famous wolf was a little bit unwilling.

   "Rewind."

   After venting your breath, you should keep a low profile.

  His purpose is the rosary of the Gabala Spiritual Bone, so there is no need to expose it early because of venting anger.

  The world suddenly came to a standstill, and the surrounding scenery quickly reversed.

  The damaged streets and the dead people have been restored one after another.

  At the anti-theft door, he faced Liu Feng again.

   Next, wait for the brothers from Langshan Temple to get the rosary of Gabala spiritual bone.

   The Funiu Mountain and Baoguang Temple gangs who watched this scene were stunned, and immediately put out their sneak attack thoughts on someone who made a fierce attack. Anyway, what was taken away was not a golden prayer wheel, so let him go.

  On the road, there is nothing wrong.

  After leaving the Buddhism Exhibition Hall, he immediately opened the eye seal of sorrow and life.

   As a result, the monk Fuzhen who was blocking the way did not show up and left smoothly.

  Actually, it's not that the old monk didn't want to make a move, it's just that he was powerless.

  The phantom seal didn't work, it didn't confuse the stranger who was absconding with the money.

  So, the old guy could only watch helplessly as the spirit bone rosary he coveted and the temple's magical artifacts were swept away.

   "Damn!"

  An angry roar sounded, this time it was the old man's turn to hold his breath.

  (end of this chapter)

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