And after the third smile of the King of Tears and Makeup...
Before Lai Zhuang could get started with enthusiasm, he was ready to do the job.
Sudden!
Cha——
A strong strong wind was like a hurricane passing through. Every inch of the wind was like a steel knife scraping bones. The magic clouds were forcibly blown away. Even the three magic jade ladders were blown by the wind and tilted slightly.
This is Foli Jade Lotus being blown up by a giant steel puppet cannon!
Visible to the naked eye!
In the Black Heart City, there was an explosion as clear and crisp as glass shattering, along with bits and pieces of Buddha's power residue and iron debris that looked like stardust, shattered and spread in the Black Heart Demon Ancestor Square.
Even above the sky, you can still see clearly...
As a result, a gorgeous golden-white Buddha rain began to fall on the Black Heart Demon Ancestor Square. The blood and demonic aura that filled the air were washed away, and the stinky blood on the earth was also purified.
Everything seemed to be purified in the Buddha's rain, making the whole square instantly refreshed.
The blood color fades, clean and bright!
even!
Even the mud stains and filth on the numerous corpses, heads, pieces of flesh, and clothing that were surrounded by miserable corpses were washed away by the Buddha's rain, and their original appearance was restored.
The whole body of the deceased would not be covered with red, white, yellow... blood and brain paste, and the stench of blood would make people avoid it.
The body of the deceased should be treated with due respect.
but!
In this vibrant scene of the Buddha's Rain, one can hear the ominous sound of the Sanskrit music ending helplessly and the sandalwood being polluted by resentment.
The Buddha's Jade Lotus was already mutilated after being pierced by malicious tears. Not only was a large amount of Buddha's power completely consumed, it was also dissolved by the continuous torrent of artillery fire from the steel magic pattern puppet.
now!
Under the double pressure of external impact and high temperature, the Buddha Jade Lotus is like an elixir that has been forcibly refined using violent means.
The furnace exploded.
Various residues were sprayed all over the floor...
After the Buddha's Jade Lotus powerfully washed away all the blood and demonic energy on the earth, it finally dissipated.
No more protection!
The real sword master was left alone to face a steel demon pattern puppet.
Tell the truth!
The accident happened so unexpectedly that the real sword master is still confused until now.
He only felt that his eyes suddenly flashed white, and the Buddha Jade Lotus exploded.
Real Sword Master: "..."
but!
Although he was confused, the steel demon pattern puppet didn't give the real sword any time to react.
Woo woo----
After the Buddha's Jade Lotus collapsed, the machine under the puppet's steel body hummed, the gears rubbed, and the magic array shone!
There are countless spiteful souls, and their endless, hoarse and sharp, painful and longing wails can be heard.
As a result, the trinity of steel, magic patterns, and soul brought a steady stream of powerful power to the puppet.
Just like human essence, energy, and spirit, this is the knowledge and heritage passed down from generation to generation by the Black Heart Demon clan.
When Yulian obstacles are cleared!
The target is still locked on the real sword master at this moment.
In the face of the steel puppet, which was covered with a layer of black oil, and within the caliber of the magic cannon that was extended, the vicious dark gleam appeared again.
next moment!
Booming spray!
Countless twisted darkness suddenly twitched, and the undisguised malice spread out, like boiling hot oil. Countless malicious evil thoughts and scorching gunfire turned into a black columnar torrent, drowning straight towards the real sword master, including those who were already there.
The pulpy corpse of Zhang Youde, and the gentleman.
illuminate their pupils.
"Depend on!"
Gentlemen are speechless: "This is the rhythm that will crush Zhang Youde's body to ashes."
"Does your heart really not hurt when you whip the corpse like this?"
"Speaking of which, whipping corpses is a bad hobby...this mecha is so fucking perverted."
at the same time!
This also caused the master of the real sword to involuntarily tighten his sword, and swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva. Cold sweat flowed down his face, and his breathing became heavy.
Facing the cannon of hatred, it would be a lie to say that you are not nervous.
but!
The Buddha's heart in the chest of the real sword master felt the puppet in front of him exuding ominousness and disaster, but it became more and more angry. The cracked halo behind his head shone even more brightly, and a sharp sword intention gushed out...
..
He is not planning to run away!
Suddenly!
The Wuhua Jie Dao in his hand was bright red, with Buddhist inscriptions flashing endlessly, like cast iron and forged steel. The blade burst into flames, half illusory and half illusory, with the fire of Buddha's wrath!
Dazzling but not burning!
Although it doesn't have much heat, it can burn evil and scorch the soul.
Facing the surging torrent of hatred...
"Sin-"
The real sword master closed his eyes tightly, and in the fiery red Wuhua Jie sword in his hand, the immeasurable Sanskrit sound exploded loudly, deafening, and just two words were enough to cover up the pitiful wails of countless resentful spirits.
Ringing through the clouds!
This is the immeasurable and vast sound of the Buddha that Jie Dao has left behind after listening to the Buddha's teachings many times.
It is also the treasure at the bottom of the chest of the real sword master.
Immediately afterwards, the Buddha's eyes of the real sword master shone like a furnace, holding the sword in both hands, performing Buddhist rituals, standing tall and motionless like a mountain.
Just like, Angry King Ming!
The piles under the feet are extremely heavy, as heavy as a mountain. Under the pull of the Buddha's power, pores, arches, tendons and even muscles, force is exerted from the feet and penetrates the whole body. At this moment, a knife that is ready to strike suddenly cuts out.
!
"Jie Dao: Buddha Fire!"
moment!
The sword flashed and his arms slashed furiously!
In an instant, the earth trembled, and the immeasurable Buddha's fire suddenly turned into reality. A flaming sword energy that was thousands of feet long, with the blessing of the Buddha's voice, went against the torrent and struck the sky!
The momentum is huge!
Amitabha--
The anger that Master Zhendao has endured for a long time, as well as the regret, hatred, unwillingness and deep helplessness of his own strength when countless souls turned into ridiculous fuel in front of his eyes, are all pinned on this Buddha's fire sword energy.
above.
"In that case, let me save you from death!"
?
In the eyes of a gentleman, the real sword master's eyes at this moment were blood red, his whole body was burning with half-empty golden flames, and his compassion was filled with cruelty.
His hands, arms and palms were all burnt black and covered with hideous dead skin from burns.
even!
Both arms were a little shriveled, severely dehydrated, and the hand holding the knife was trembling. It can be seen that the burden of using this knife was not low.
It's hard to say whether he can swing the second sword after this, and if he has enough energy to fight again... it's simply a perfect one-sword style.
To be honest, the current master of the real sword is more like an honest man who has been hurt than a Buddha. His whole body is filled with a kind of aura called Saburo who will not stop until death.
Maybe, even if there is an immortal in front of him, the real sword master would dare to go up and chop him.
The gentleman can't help but sigh: "What a tiger monk..."
"Generally speaking, when faced with a giant cannon, shouldn't a normal person's first reaction be to run away?"
"How can anyone turn around and chop with a knife?"
"Outrageous! Outrageous!" The gentleman who looked at this shook his head repeatedly. If he hadn't been unable to protect himself, he would have pulled the real sword master to run first, and then slowly tried to see how he could dismantle the big mecha and free the resentful spirit.
.
A moment of bravery may be domineering, but it obviously doesn't involve much brainpower.
next moment!
The torrent of hatred collided with the thousands of feet of Buddhist fire sword energy!
moment!
The air was so hot that friction caused sparks to form. The enemies, Demon Qi and Fuli, immediately began to fight to the death. Fire and water were incompatible.
Visible to the naked eye!
The huge pillar-shaped torrent of malice was cut open by the sharpness and fire of the Buddha's Fire Sword Qi. It was like a mighty giant tree being split in two from the center by a saw, rapidly diverging and breaking... But here we are.
In the end, it is still unknown whether the giant tree collapsed and disappeared, or whether the saw blade was worn away.
At this moment, black and red light illuminated the entire square, and countless scorching heat fell from the sky, like fire rain, quickly smashing the floor of the square into large flaming pits.
even!
The aftermath of this exaggerated fight has spread beyond the square.
Rows of high attic terraces were ignited by fire and rain, spreading in all directions with the strong wind, viciously destroying everything along the way.
Fire fills the air!
However... after a while, the sword of the real sword master showed its sharp edge and cut through the torrent of malicious cannons. After that, the blade was finally smoothed.
It is like a giant tree that is as strong as steel. If you use a saw to cut it, it is obviously not enough in quantity, and the saw teeth are all broken.
after all!
Resentment has drowned the Buddha's fire, and darkness has swallowed up the red light!
but!
The real sword master has tried his best, and all the anger in his heart has been vented, leaving only emptiness and helplessness.
this moment!
Faced with the onslaught of the torrent of hatred, Master Zhendao had no other choice but to choose a decent way to die, and shouted loudly and solemnly: "Bodhisattva, please don't take action again. It's not worth it. I am willing."
Just die."
"It will not affect the righteousness of Buddhism!"
gentleman:"……"
"Sure enough, master, there is definitely something seriously wrong with your brain."
but!
Things are not the worst, only worse, without the restraint and protection of the Buddha Jade Lotus.
Along with the loud noise of arm joints and gear friction, the steel magic pattern puppet spit out magic cannons while lifting up its melted and missing part of the steel spine.
moment!
The ominous nature that seemed to be real spewed out from it, the saw teeth of the blades that kept opening and closing, and the faintly crazy and demonic killing sounds sounded from it, like a nightmare.
Then...the steel spine suddenly fell towards the real sword master, a dull sound broke through the air, like a mountain falling from the sky, and the huge shadow of death covered the real sword master's body.
Under the double attack of physics and fantasy, a small real sword master might be blown into thin air.
It is obvious that the demon behind the scenes is also ruthless and decisive.
While you are sick, I will kill you.
Most likely he is also an old cunt.
It can only be said that it is hidden!
The gentleman was dumbfounded: "Yes, this is a real pill."
"Master Zhendao, you are really calling for help. If there is a Bodhisattva, don't you need your brain?"
"Keep the green hills here, don't worry about running out of firewood, brother."