Chapter 2884 The Son of Buddha Returns to the West (Part 2)
"It's over!"
"It's completely over!"
Hearing His Majesty's voice, Wuhua was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder almost burst, and any hope of escape that had just appeared was instantly shattered.
A matter of life and death.
Wuhua couldn't care about anything, he just wanted to save his life. Without hesitation, he immediately knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, his eyes full of fear and begging, and shouted to the Lord in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty.
Spare your life!"
There was a hint of joking in His Majesty's voice as he said, "Little monk, don't you like to run? Why don't you stop running?"
Wuhua panicked and knelt on the ground and said, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Your Majesty looked at Wuhua who was kneeling on the ground shivering, a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes.
She approached slowly, and every step seemed to step on Wuhua's heartstrings, making Wuhua's heart beat wildly with the heavy footsteps.
"Little monk, do you know how many people in this world want to win my favor, but you run away for your life when you see me. This is really interesting!" Your Majesty said with a chuckle.
Suddenly, the sweat on Wuhua's forehead fell like raindrops, his teeth chattered, and he almost had to bite the tip of his tongue to barely stay awake.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, little monk, little monk is just, just..."
Wuhua hesitated, unable to find the right words to explain his behavior.
Buzz!
Suddenly, an invisible coercion enveloped his whole body. Wuhua felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body stiffened suddenly.
"I killed your master, you won't blame me, right?" Your Majesty said softly: "If you blame me, you can avenge your master."
revenge?
Do you think I have lived too long?
Wuhua shook his head like a rattle and said: "Your Majesty's actions are justified. I don't blame you, and I don't dare to seek revenge from you."
Just kidding, the dharma body of the powerful quasi-emperor was destroyed by your finger. With my current cultivation level, I am seeking revenge on you. Isn’t that asking for death?
Besides, the immortal has only lost a dharma body and cannot die.
To put it bluntly, even if the holy monk of Lingshan died, Wuhua would not avenge him.
Wuhua wished that the holy monk of Lingshan would die soon, so that he could take his place and become the abbot of Daleiyin Temple and lead the Buddhist cultivators in the West Desert.
Your Majesty asked again: "Little monk, why did you run away?"
Not just to save your life!
Facing Your Majesty's inquiry, Wuhua took a deep breath and said: "Your Majesty, the reason why the young monk ran away is because he knows that his ability is insignificant and he is afraid that he will accidentally offend you and bring disaster to the Great Leiyin Temple.
…”
"Hypocritical!" Your Majesty interrupted Wuhua without waiting for him to finish his words.
Wuhua quickly lowered his head, feeling uneasy in his heart, fearing that His Majesty would be angry and kill him directly.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you." His Majesty's voice came again, cold and majestic: "You young people can handle your own affairs, I won't interfere."
"As the saying goes, there is only one spiritual root of heaven and earth, and only one person can get it in the end."
"As for who can get it, everyone depends on their ability."
After saying that, he glanced at Ye Qiu, and then his figure suddenly returned to the sinkhole, leaving only a silent and depressing atmosphere.
Wuhua's whole body went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground.
He knew that in this situation today, he was lucky to be able to save his life.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold killing intent rushed towards him.
Rong Yi looked at Wuhua coldly, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes: "Wuhua, your death has come."
Wuhua looked up in horror and found that in addition to Rong Yi, Ye Qiu, Xuanyuan Ronger and others were also looking at her with cold eyes.
"Rong Yi, you...what are you going to do? Do you want to disobey your Majesty's order?" Wuhua forced himself to calm down and tried to use his Majesty to intimidate Rong Yi.
Rong Yi sneered: "Your Majesty, let us solve it ourselves, which means that your life and death are decided by me."
"Wuhua, if you dare to hurt Ronger, today will be the end of you!"
After saying that, Rong Yi moved his body and suddenly rushed towards Wuhua, concentrating his true energy in his hands, obviously intending to perform a killing move.
When Wuhua saw this, she was horrified and quickly circulated her Qi, hoping to use the Buddhist Vajra Escape Technique again to escape.
However, Rong Yi had already avenged his determination to kill, so naturally he would not let Wu Hua escape.
"boom!"
Rong Yi's attacks came down like a violent storm. Wuhua could barely resist a few attacks before he was hit. He flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood.
As soon as Wuhua got up from the ground, she was kicked away by Rong Yi.
Then, before Wuhua landed, Rong Yi rushed forward, followed by a few more kicks.
Bang bang bang!
Wuhua was like a football that was kicked away by Rong Yi. When he finally landed, his body was in tatters and covered in blood.
The most terrifying thing is that no one knows what means Rong Yi used, but the wounds on Wuhua's body were filled with purple energy and could not be repaired.
"You...how dare you bully me like this!"
"Rong, even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go."
Wuhua struggled to get up and looked at Rong Yi, her eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.
Rong Yi pressed forward step by step, saying as he walked: "That old monk's body has been destroyed. I want to see who else will save you?"
Wuhua looked around desperately and found that no one was willing to stand up and help him.
"Could it be that I will perish here?"
No flowers will make you happy.
"Ye Changsheng! Old Taoist priest! Are you just going to watch me being killed?" Wuhua said loudly.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu and Master Changmei just looked at him coldly without making any move.
Because even if Rong Yi doesn't take action, they will.
"Hahaha... I didn't expect that I would end up like this after being so smart all my life!"
Wuhua laughed miserably, a flash of madness flashed in his eyes, "If that's the case, then I will fight with you!"
After saying that, Wuhua tried his best to rush towards Rong Yi, trying to make a final resistance.
However, he had already suffered heavy losses at this time, and he could no longer compete with Rong Yi.
"Crack!"
Rong Yi struck out with a palm and knocked Wuhua away.
Wuhua's body rolled several times in mid-air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, unable to move anymore.
"Brother Rong Yi, kill him!" Xuanyuan Ronger said.
Rong Yi nodded, raised his hand, condensed his true energy into a huge palm, and patted Wu Hua's head.
"No!" Wuhua screamed in horror, but everything was irreversible.
"boom!"
The giant palm fell, and Wuhua's body was instantly defeated.
Unexpectedly, just when everyone thought everything was going to be over, Wuhua's broken head suddenly burst into dazzling light.
Immediately, a bright bead flew out from Wuhua's broken head.
The bead was only as big as an egg, with a smooth and round surface, emitting a sparkling white light, and flew quickly into the distance.
The Changmei Master was stunned: "Relic?"
"It's not the relic, it's the soul." After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he appeared directly above the bead and stepped on it.
At this time, Wuhua's roar sounded from inside the bead: "Ye Changsheng, you must die a good death..."
