This zombie slowly climbed up from the bronze coffin. When he opened his eyes, there was a soul-stirring magic inside.
I cannot use words to accurately describe to you the feeling I encountered. If I try to describe it forcefully, it will be like my brain being hit hard with a big hammer, completely blank and nothing left. This method,
It was exactly the same as the mental impact of the deceased legendary Baron Edward. When I regained consciousness, I saw Huiming's body glowing with golden light, shimmering with brilliance. He was holding a prayer bead and fighting with this withered zombie.
, so awesome.
I put my hands on the ground, and then I realized that I was lying on the mud, and next to me was Takeda Naono, who was tortured to death by those red toothpick fish, and didn't know whether to live or die. I found that I could no longer contact the golden silkworm Gu, the boundary.
That hazy formation separated us from the entire world. Like two different planes, the close relationship between Golden Silkworm Gu and me was completely separated.
I suddenly felt very cold, which was both a drop in body temperature caused by excessive blood loss and a loss of sense of security.
Duoduo is no longer with me, the little demon Duoduo has fallen asleep, and even the cute fat insect belongs to two different worlds from me.
As a Gu farmer, I naturally know what is my essence - without my three auspicious treasures, I can say that I am really nothing. At that moment, I seemed so helpless, holding on to the cold and wet hands.
My hands were trembling, my lips were smelly and sweet, and as soon as I wiped them, I found that for some reason or when, a lot of blood came out of my nose.
The blood was thick and unmelted, not like ordinary blood, but pus and blood that had accumulated for a long time, and had a fishy smell.
I opened my eyes as much as possible to expand my blurred vision, and I saw Huiming fighting with the zombie that jumped out of the bronze coffin. The fight between people was nothing more than punching to the flesh, which was a little more exciting.
, that is, all kinds of dazzling moves have little success, but this confrontation between humans and non-humans really shines. Although I don't like the old monk Huiming, I still appreciate his abilities.
I couldn't help but feel admiration and admiration.
The zombie is actually not that tall. It is only 1.45 meters, like a big monkey. I don’t know how many years have passed, so that it is almost completely dehydrated, as if it is like a skeleton with a wide frame.
, covered with a piece of human skin, this image makes people feel very scary; perhaps it has stayed in the bronze coffin for too long, and its whole body is covered with finger-thick green hair, which is copper-green and faintly blue, and it looks
Very messy.
What makes it different from other zombies is that in addition to its sharp teeth, sharp mouth, and sharp and long nails, there is a yellow energy circle that cannot be settled around its body, changing layer by layer. This brilliance is like a rainbow.
The various colors and shapes are like the kind of Buddha light on the backs of the heads of gods and Buddhas that we often see in mythological dramas. They are the same.
However, the light of the Buddhas enlightens all sentient beings, just like the sun breaking through darkness.
There is a saying in "The Treatise on the Samadhi of the Precious King of Chanting the Buddha's Name", which says: "The golden mountain is dazzling, the magic light of the Buddha is shining, and when you look at yourself and others, the evil and the good are mixed together." If you say this, it is a circle of energy that lingers around you, turning yellow and sometimes black.
, it is the magic light on the same level as the Buddha's light. If so, this zombie that has entered the devil's path is definitely a terrifying existence.
No wonder the ancients who suppressed it in this deep pool made such arrangements and formed formations throughout this large area. Presumably they were afraid that it would escape from the bronze coffin bottle and go out into the mountains to do evil and cause harm to the world.
However, it is such a powerful person that shows Huiming's true ability.
His previous fight with his disciple Luo Qingyu was not brilliant. However, at this time, he was like a Buddha possessed by an Arhat. His whole body was filled with light and mist. He faced off against the agile and terrifying Black Pool Demon Corpse, but he did not succeed.
Without falling into a disadvantage, the fists intersected, and immediately a large amount of energy exploded, with a dull sound like thunder, rumble, rumble, rumble. This explosion reverberated throughout the formation, making people unsteady and wanting to just lie down.
As far as fighting is concerned, the old monk Huiming is not very fast. He was injured in the fight with the white paper fan just now, so he did not run around the field. Instead, he guarded the door extremely tightly and punched from time to time.
On the contrary, it was the Black Pool Demonic Corpse. It was not overwhelmed by its strength, but jumped around like a big monkey.
The Black Pool Demon Corpse seemed to be a little afraid of the string of Buddhist beads wrapped around Huiming's right hand. Every time the two collided, it could not help but tremble all over, like an electric shock.
Soon enough, the lightning-like fight between the two lasted for several minutes, with both sides winning and losing.
However, human power is limited after all. Huiming, who has lived for nearly eighty years, is still old and frail after all, and his opponent is a monster that has been sealed in this corpse raising place for who knows how many years. Naturally, he cannot fight with this kind of thing.
After a while, he shouted "unity" again. This mantra can inspire strong fighting spirit and a sense of never giving up when encountering difficulties. However, Mr. Jia felt a sense of weakness that he could not continue.
While trying to resist, he shouted loudly towards the white paper fan and me: "If you two don't step forward to help each other, do you want to wait to be defeated one by one and die one after another?"
Bai Zhifan's face changed several times when he heard that his master, who had been fighting him to death just now, asked for help.
With his intelligence, he naturally knew that if Huiming lay down, he would definitely be the next person to die. At this moment when this magnificent formation is difficult to break, no matter what the previous grudges were, temporary cooperation seems to be necessary. In the end, he
He is a heroic figure in the party. He acts without hesitation. He yells, "Okay, I will help you." Put aside the dispute for the time being and suppress this monster together.
After saying this, he folded his fan, jumped over the shallow stream in front of him, and rushed towards the field.
As enemies, white paper fans can put aside their disputes and come to join forces with the enemy. Naturally, it is impossible for me to destroy this great situation of stability and unity. However, at this moment, I have become useless. Apart from the two ounces of strength in my body, I have no special skills. But
In order to maintain harmony, we can only force ourselves to rush forward, instead of taking the main attack, just surround ourselves with Taipingquan, and just go back to being a soy sauce party.
With our participation, especially the strong return of the white paper fan, the scene is not as dangerous as it was at the beginning - although Luo Qingyu has a rotten body, like a zombie, his consciousness is intact, and his body has been transformed into a prosperous
The huge container that emits ghost power and resentment is even more powerful than the soul-calling flag waved by the young man in green. It can accommodate many dead souls. It is a magic weapon in itself. In terms of pure physical strength and strength, it seems to be as good as the black one.
There are many corpses of the demon in the pool, and the black energy of the ghosts around him are entangled with the demonic light, regardless of you and me.
However, the power of the Black Pool Demonic Corpse is far beyond our imagination. Its skin is tough and its bones are made of steel. It has invincible power. The scene is still dangerous. Even a soy sauce character like me has repeatedly
I was in danger and almost lost my life.
The three of them gathered together and fought for several more minutes. The white paper fan was fighting with this terrifying monster until its muscles and bones were weak, but they saw a gap. While insisting, they discussed with their former master, saying that although this monster is fierce,
But it seems that its greatest strength is the magic light behind it, which brings it a steady stream of huge power. If this magic light can be transferred, it will be like draining the fuel from the bottom of the cauldron, just like a sports car without gasoline, this monster will
It can no longer be fierce... We have to think of a way to disperse its evil light.
This theory was too profound, and I couldn't get in the conversation. I just kept my head down and tried to contain it, but Huiming raised his eyebrows. How could he say this?
The white paper fan made a "swipe" sound, and he used the stainless steel folding fan to block the grasp of the Black Pool Demon Corpse. Several fine cracks suddenly appeared on the golden and silky fan surface. His face was angry, but he said: "See
Is there a woman lying over there? The reason why I chased her and wanted to capture her is actually because she is a good Yin spirit cauldron, and intercourse with her can expel the negative effects on my body.
Secondly, there is a source of yin in her body, which can absorb many impurities and incomplete energy and refine it - if we can lead this demon corpse to her side and hold the Vajra
When Sattva casts a magic spell, it can be shaken with the seal of the aquarium that gathers the ultimate truth, and it will definitely be able to force the source of its magic light energy out of the body and complete the transfer..."
When I heard this, I couldn't help but turn my head and look over at the pool. I was shocked when I saw the sleeping beauty who was as beautiful as an angel.
As expected, the White Paper Fan is indeed a wise man. He was able to come up with such a highly feasible solution in a short period of time.
But at the same time, Huiming's brows just frowned.
Among the twelve Dharma gates I inherited, there is a record of the mantra of Jiuhui Mandala. At this moment, I naturally remembered why he frowned - as the highest state of "my heart is Zen", the seal of the Aquarius needs to condense the whole body without any hesitation.
Power guides the ethereal energy in the universe as the strongest blow. After this seal is issued, regardless of the effect, the person who issued the seal will be in darkness and lose his power. In a short period of time, he will be like a naked lamb, allowed to be eaten by mermaids without being able to resist.
This is almost a life-and-death move, and it is also a big move that even Wangchen can't hit unless he reaches a certain level.
Regardless of whether they can or not, with my current ability and experience, as well as the state of my daily practice, I will never be able to gather every ounce of power in my body and guide the countless energies in the unpredictable spaces around me to make such a shocking move.
It came in one blow.
Since I can't, then there are only two of them, master and disciple. If we are good friends holding hands, there will be no dispute. However, at this moment, the two of them are like enemies. Both of them want the other to die. Who would be willing to sacrifice themselves for others and do such stupid things? They will die.