While hovering high in the sky, Zhang Xuezhou still heard the sound of ‘Bang! Hiss!’ more than eighty meters below.
The second body was thrown out.
It was still a body that was almost split into two halves, with no possibility of treatment.
Even though there was reluctance in their hearts, these monks did not run for their lives, but still rushed into the battle like moths to a flame, trying to help the Buddha.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that he was completely lacking in confidence, so even if Wuchao was in danger, he would not be able to do such a life-threatening thing.
If he wanted to sacrifice his life for righteousness, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could best use it on his own relatives.
He has endured the effects of suffering, and when faced with these things and choices, he may even survive and seek revenge.
Zhang Xuezhou thought about the thoughts in his mind, but he quickly removed this terrible thought.
For Zhang Xuezhou, he hoped that he would never have to make this choice.
"Buddha, Mokolola has a different intention. He has no intention of rescuing you at all!"
But ideas are ideas. Seeing these monks dying in battle, Zhang Xuezhou didn't stop at all from what he had to do.
"Honest and reliable young man, you are such a bad guy, our organization should not accept people like you!"
The old monk Mokolola was so anxious that he stamped his feet below.
As protectors of the Dharma, they are willing to contribute their abilities and even their lives to the Buddha.
But Mocolola couldn't see the meaning of giving up his life at the moment.
It was not difficult at all for him to come to this conclusion by connecting the two corpses to verify the facts.
But Zhang Xuezhou's words undoubtedly brought disastrous consequences to him.
In Western religions, in addition to being bound by religious creeds, they are carried out corresponding religious rituals, and their lives are controlled by higher levels.
This way of controlling life is not obvious in ordinary times. After all, there is harmony and mutual support within the sect. No one kills people through this kind of control method. The existence of the doctrine makes it impossible for people to mess around, and they themselves also control other people through spells.
, everyone is accustomed to accepting this kind of incantation ritual.
When a war actually breaks out, this interrelated involvement will also allow the believers to fight forward bravely, without the possibility of going backward.
And this method of control will also encourage people in the sect to continue to practice and climb up, and eventually become higher-level controllers.
But when necessary, this kind of restraint will undoubtedly leave people with no way out.
Mokolola didn't know what Buddha was thinking, but when Buddha found it difficult to defeat the wolf demon, he might blame him for failing to rescue him, and pulled him with him before he died.
He might still survive if he rushes into the battle, but if he fails, he will surely die.
"Fozi, please wait a moment. As long as I use my magic power to lock him, I will definitely use the magic pestle..."
Hiss!
Bang!
Perhaps feeling the pressure of Mokolola's demonic pestle rising and descending, the body of the wolf demon that was fighting with the Buddha jumped.
A figure as fast as the wind rushed past. Before Mocolola could finish his words, his body had already split open and fell down.
The heavy blow was immediately imprinted on the wolf demon.
"You are a Western Buddhist disciple of Shiva!"
The wolf demon Jiu Feng retreated violently, and he could not help but vomit, but his words undoubtedly triggered a series of heavy blows from Fozi.
"Damn it!"
There is no difference between the Son of Buddha and the Son of Saint and others. They belong to the key training targets of a large holy land.
When the two sects go to war, this is the key target.
And before the two sects completely become enemies, this is the person who needs to give as much face as possible.
The lesson learned from the death of the Holy Son of the Ten Yins in the Holy Land of Evil Luo Chuan was just two years ago. No one's memory is so short, and the death of a Buddhist son in Western religions will not have much different results.
Jiu Feng couldn't help but yell and curse, feeling that it was difficult for him to fully unleash his strength which was far superior to his opponent's.
But when he gave in a little, he was already armed with seven claws that struck him repeatedly.
Severe pain came through his heart, and a fierceness flashed in his mind. His eyes quickly turned red, and when his sharp claws stepped on the ground like the wind, he also slapped him back crazily.
"I'm not afraid that you'll go crazy, but I'm afraid that you won't go crazy!"
Buddha said coldly.
His body flashed back and forth with the air blasted by Jiu Feng's wolf claws, and the sharp eyes were searching for the most vulnerable points in the opponent's body.
The body of the great demon has been bathed in thunder, and is usually not inferior to some body-refining warriors, but this wolf demon is obviously the best among them, and its body is difficult to be cut open by his five fingers.
This was the first time that Fozi encountered an opponent whose fighting style was similar to his own. The opponent was even better in some aspects, making it difficult for him to break away from the battle and pursue the eldest prince of the evil country.
"There must be something I've overlooked!"
Fozi was not afraid of the opponent going crazy and killing him in a short period of time. He was more concerned about the fact that the opponent had fallen into a monster-like madness and had lost the sanity to think normally.
This is an opportunity for him, and it also gives him time to explore the weakness of the opponent's body.
He doesn't care about the escape of the eldest prince of the evil country at the moment.
At his current speed, it would not be difficult to chase down the opponent as long as he was not seriously injured.
But he must solve the trouble of the wolf demon in front of him. With such an opponent restraining him, he will not be able to chase the eldest prince. After a long time, his physical strength will be exhausted, and he may even be killed by the opponent.
"He... there seems to be a flaw in his magic!"
Fozi was thinking crazily in his mind, constantly recalling everything that happened during the battle.
In front of someone with stronger strength in the same style, it was difficult for him to use techniques such as exploiting strengths and avoiding weaknesses to defeat the opponent, but Fozi finally realized something was wrong after just over ten seconds.
When Najima intervened in the battle, the wolf demon Jiu Feng showed no emotion.
When Bhadra intervened in the battle, the wolf demon Jiu Feng showed no emotion.
But when it was Mocolola's turn, the wolf demon Jiu Feng didn't even wait for Mocolola to activate the demon-subduing pestle, and the opponent had already taken the initiative to deal with the threat outside the field.
The three corpses were almost chopped into six pieces, but the deaths of the three protective monks were not meaningless.
At least at the moment, Fozi already knew the flaws of this opponent.
"Damn it!"
After Fuzi figured out the connection, he couldn't help but cursed.
Among his group of guardians, Mokolola is not the strongest magician. The stronger magician is Long Tanpo who is good at controlling ghost chains.
But Long Tanpo was beaten to death last night.
As long as the three guardians are not afraid of the negative effects of the ghost chain and use the ghost chain to bind the wolf demon, this battle may not cost anyone their lives.
But at the moment, the Buddha can't find any protector to help.
He clearly knew his opponent's weakness, and his opponent had fallen into demonic madness and temporarily lost his normal sanity, but he couldn't kill the opponent at the moment, or even get rid of the opponent.
He needs a collaborator.
Even if he only traps the opponent for a short period of time, rendering the opponent unable to move, he can still kill the opponent.
Buddha looked anxiously at the three corpses and then looked around.
His eyes finally turned to the sky.
In the air, a cultivator with demon wings flapped his wings gently, maintaining the state of watching a show.
"Xiao Langjun, come down and help me!"
Fozi thought for a few seconds and finally had to call for assistance from outside the venue.