The Mahayana Buddha looked at the iron-clad monks who were chasing after him like mad dogs, and looked up to the sky and sighed in a rather helpless tone. At the same time, the flesh on his face kept crackling and falling down.
Originally, the injury was almost healed last time, but because of someone's experiment, he fell back to the original point and recuperated from the injury. It took two years to recover from the injury. Although he was not completely healed, at least he looked like a human being.
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As a result, when a person was sitting at home, trouble came from the sky. A large group of chaotic people suddenly jumped out, named him and wanted to deal with him, and beat each one of them with sticks without any moral ethics.
"boom--"
A powerful and heavy iron rod struck down, and the earth suddenly collapsed, and the shock wave swept across all directions. The rolled up land was like a wave, spreading in all directions, sweeping and falling.
"boom--"
A stick does not end, but is like a signal that the game has begun. The vicious attacks came one after another, without giving the trio any time to breathe.
The Mahayana Buddha resisted countless times, and the flesh and blood that had finally condensed were basically destroyed. Everyone could only see a golden skeleton, running for his life.
"Ahhhh!!"
If it weren't for the fact that his injuries were not dealt with easily, he would have used a method similar to the method of disintegrating demons, and at the expense of his own vitality, he could have escaped just like when he escaped from the hands of the two iron-bar monks in the past.
"boom--"
The monks were salivating at the huge reward given by Dharma King Tsedan. The more miserable they heard the Mahayana Buddha scream, the more excited they became.
Don't get me wrong, it's not that these people have a change of heart.
But the incompetent rage can only prove that the so-called son of the witch——[Pfft——] is extremely weak.
Just by finding the information, you can get valuable training resources.
If you could capture him alive, how much would you get?
Everyone doesn’t know, but it must be an astronomical number.
Our Mahayana Buddha watched helplessly as he became more excited due to his own screams, as if infinite power was pouring out of his body, not to mention how confused he was.
"boom--"
A large group of people rush forward one after another. If the chasing monk in front is exhausted, the monk behind will immediately rush forward and be responsible for the relay bombing.
It's not that no one has ever thought about swallowing a huge reward alone.
However, after all, the opponent is the descendant of the legendary witch, who knows what big move he has.
Furthermore, it is better for a person to eat alone, and he should be careful when walking on the plateau in the future. Who knows, at some point, an iron rod will come out from behind and hit his head.
Monks don't fight or grab, that's what they say to the outside world.
If we really have no desires or pursuits, and the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng will accompany us all our lives, what kind of demons can we cast down and what kind of demons can we eliminate?
Since everyone is watching eagerly, let's simply join forces together. The first one to capture will naturally be the first one, and the subsequent ones will be distributed according to the amount of effort.
Therefore, some more pragmatic monks really waste no effort at all.
After exerting your full strength, hide behind and recover.
After you recover, you can perform your best again.
Anyway, if you gain more points to attack effectively, everyone will see it, so when allocating the credit, there will definitely be a bias.
They were fighting hard. As the BOSS being attacked, Mahayana Buddha was really ready to die on the spot.
It has been six hours since the conflict began.
For twelve whole hours, there was no rest in between.
Moreover, the more people gather, the more people gather.
When the pursuit started, there were at most a dozen people. As time went by, there were now at least hundreds of people following closely behind.
With his injuries, he could withstand twelve hours of indiscriminate bombardment. To tell the truth, he truly deserves to be called the son of a witch. He really can withstand beatings.
"This guy's bones are too hard!" The monk, who had swung six or seven sticks in a row, retreated to the rear group with a slight breath, and said angrily.
He exerted his full strength and hardly caused any obstacles to the target. The remaining people in front of him could at least stagger the opponent and slow down his escape speed.
Based on my performance, I'm afraid I won't get many points.
"Could it be that Dharma King Tseden already knew that [Pfft——]'s bones were hard and wanted to capture him and bring him back to Bufa Monastery to use as a sandbag? I heard that Dharma King Tseden has unlimited energy every day and fights with martial arts every day.
The monks clashed with each other with iron rods in the monastery. Every time they finished, they looked dissatisfied."
At the same time, the person who retreated from the front position with him continued to talk with gossip on his face.
The Mahayana Buddha heard every word of the conversation of the monks at the rear, and was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
In your eyes, I can only be treated as a punching bag, right?
If the tiger doesn't show off its power, you think I'm a sick cat!
Unfortunately, no matter how much anger he felt in his heart, it could not change his embarrassment of being unable to fight back.
"Ahhhh——"
Unable to hold it back, he started howling again.
Then, he was beaten even harder.
When it hurts, the howl sounds louder.
A bigger one, and the iron rod hits harder.
There were two groups of people, one was shouting vigorously and the other was fighting vigorously.
On the other side, Dharma King Tsedan, carrying one hundred and twenty iron rod monks, was walking on the road escorting Suolang.
That's right, He Zhao received the news and strongly requested to accompany him.
In response to this, the Dharma King, who could not resist him, directly ordered his troops and horses, and led one hundred and twenty elite disciples from the Wu Monk Academy to come out in full force.
Nothing else. I am afraid that something might happen to an outstanding disciple accidentally. Who will I go to for the second half of the exercise?
In short, be sure to do everything possible this time.
A group of them ran wildly along the way, following the marks left by the monks who were chasing the Mahayana Buddha.
At the seventh hour, fourteen hours later, the main force was finally found.
Nowadays, there are about 200 people dedicated to chasing down the unlucky guy.
I only joined the main force in the past six hours, which is a bit too late.
But, can I at least have a sip of soup?
Just hit two sticks and wave the flag to cheer, how much effort can be spent.
Is it cheap? If you don’t take advantage of it, don’t take advantage of it.
Mahayana Buddha, suffering.
I thought that when I was born, I would be so high-spirited that I could sweep all the temples on the plateau. But the gap between reality and fantasy was actually a bit big, and it was so damn cruel.
When he looked back, he saw at a glance the one hundred and twenty warrior monks, or iron rod monks, brought by Dharma King Tsetang.
One glance, just one glance, almost made me faint.
Good guy, more than 200 people have already refused, and more than 300 people are close to 400. I am afraid they will really die today.
"Everyone get out of the way."
He Zhao controlled Suolang and yelled angrily, then picked up the iron rod of a monk next to him and flew toward the Mahayana Buddha with a crack.
Upon hearing this, the large troops in front turned their heads and looked around.
Seeing the leader, Dharma King Tsedan, he hurriedly made way for a road leading to the sky.
Righteous Lord, he is here!
However, unlike what was expected, the Dharma King, who was covered in muscles, did not take action. Instead, it was a child, carrying an iron rod that did not match his size, and walked straight from the "Tongtian Avenue" to the golden skeleton.
"Ah this."
So brave!
The person involved, Mahayana Buddha, looked sad.
When a tiger falls in Pingyang, it is bullied by dogs; when a dragon swims in shallow water, it is teased by shrimps.
How dare a mere child come to beat Him alone with a stick?
I don’t want to lose face!
What do you think I am?
"Ahhhh——"
With a venting roar, he was immediately attacked by countless big sticks.
There is no way, they both have a tacit understanding with each other.
Once he lets out a miserable howl, he will definitely receive special care from countless people. This is because everyone feels that this is a good opportunity to gain merit and must not be missed.
A wave of big iron rods served him, and the Mahayana Buddha took a breath.
He found that the monks who were chasing him from behind would give him some breathing space once the outbreak was over.
But, this time is really different.
"The Sutra of Infinite Extinction"!!
The potential and life energy in Suo Lang's body controlled by He Zhao skyrocketed wildly, causing his figure to swell several times almost instantly. He soared from a child to a mature man.
"???"
Seeing this, the monks who were breathing slightly couldn't help but widen their eyes, and their minds were spinning rapidly, thinking about what kind of technique it was.
"boom----"
All the powerful Qi in the body poured into the iron rod held tightly in his hand along his arm. Then it was blasted out through the iron rod, magnified five times. As soon as the rod went down, the earth was directly crushed by the violent momentum.
The Mahayana Buddha did not expect it in advance and was hit in the spine unprepared.
"Crack!!"
A crisp sound of bone cracking clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Hold the grass?"
A large group of people gasped in unison. They worked hard for fourteen hours. Not to mention cracking the bones of the witch's son, they could at most knock the bones off.
Now a child appeared and broke the golden spine with a stick, which was shocking.
"Kakakakakaka.kaka"
The second cracking sound sounded, and everyone focused their attention on the child's hands.
I saw that the four square sides of the iron rod held by the other party were densely packed with tiny cracks like spider webs. It was like porcelain that would break if touched casually.
"Click——"
Eventually, there were more and more cracks, and the iron rod couldn't bear it anymore, and it burst into pieces and scattered on the broken earth.
"hiss!!"
The people present were all iron rod monks from various temples, so they naturally knew how hard the iron rod was.
Ever since they became the nobles patrolling the plateau, they have never heard of anyone being able to break an iron rod into pieces.
The sticks in our hands are all inherited from generation to generation.
The ones that are a little older are easily over a thousand years old.
The oldest iron rod is over three thousand years old.
An iron rod that was so unbelievably hard that it could send away generations of monks. Today it couldn't bear the pressure, and it shattered to pieces on the spot. The impact on them was really great.
"Plop!!"
The Mahayana Buddha's eyes went dark, and he immediately fell straight from the sky.
With a bang, it crashed into the ruins of the earth.
"Lord Buddha!"
Possessed by strange spirits, the lake spirits all stopped in their tracks, and their figures rolled up and sprinted towards the ruins below.
"Go away!"
The outstanding disciple who shrunk from the prime of life to a child, made a brilliant performance with his hands.
The bright white blade is like an eraser erasing stains. Wherever it passes, everything is broken down into the smallest particles. Even air can still be shattered.
"Hiss-"
A harsh sound came out, and Hu Ling couldn't dodge, and the forearm of his left hand immediately decomposed.
Moreover, the white horse trainer did not stop and hit the possessed monster fiercely.
"snort!"
A muffled groan came out, and most of the black mist that possessed Gui's body dissipated in an instant. If it did it again, it might not be able to maintain its human form and turn into a stream of air to survive.
"!!!"
So fierce. Although he looks like a child, he is actually a super strong man.
There is a large group of them, but in fact they are all at the mage level, and only a handful are at the guru level.
Even so, we can only hit the solid golden skeleton.
The other two are very strange, and their movements are really coquettish, and you can't even touch the sides.
Who would have thought that a fingerprint would seriously injure Wei Ling on the spot.
Two moves, just two moves, knocked down the trio who had been chasing them for seven hours.
He Zhao controlled Suo Lang to slowly fall to the ground. He looked at the Mahayana Buddha who looked like a dog and recalled the arrogant look on the other side when he first passed through the time and space tunnel and arrived at the plateau three hundred years later. He couldn't help laughing.
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"Archive."
The third point of light in my mind shattered, and a new save point was re-condensed.
"You, you, you said at the beginning that I was a petty person who held a grudge. If you offended me, you would definitely get into trouble and your whole family would go to heaven. You still don't believe in evil, do you believe it now?"
When the Mahayana Buddha heard this, he suddenly remembered that at the lakeside in the past, a man introduced himself to Him in the same tone. Then, he took out various tools and tortured the enemy who only called him Mom.
"Yes, yes, it's you?"
"Yes, it's me. You fell into my hands again, don't worry. Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, I won't be able to eat as much juice as you." After saying that, he controlled the head of the Mahayana Buddha to drive the greedy trick.
"Chiliu——"
A bloody figure with a big belly suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
"Huh?" Dharma King Cidan's eyes almost flew out of his head. Three consecutive eminent monks failed to evolve the greedy trick, but he actually let a little child complete it. It was really a bit shocking.
"I personally want to know if the gluttonous Wei who eats everything can swallow a born god. If he can, it must have a great effect on its transformation."
Wu Renzhao's words made everyone present look in disbelief.
Swallow a god alive to serve as food for deceit.
No, how dare you think about it!
"Haha, impossible."
Although his spine was broken, Mahayana Buddha did not panic and his mouth remained strong.
How could there be a person in this world who could eat the gods?
God, like Gui, is an immortal existence.
Everyone cannot destroy each other, they can only suppress each other through their own abilities.
"Can you, try it and you will know?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the big-bellied Bloody Gluttony flicked his tongue and instantly wrapped it around the golden bone frame. The mouth on his face opened wide, expanding to the point where he could swallow a person in one bite.
"Chiliu——"
The long tongue rolled back and swallowed the golden bone frame into its belly in one bite.
Immediately afterwards, Mahayana Buddha entered a dark space.
The power in the stomach bag was very strange. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't tear it apart. Moreover, a force began to gradually suppress him, and it was full of corrosiveness, melting him bit by bit.
Fortunately, it melts very slowly.
Ten thousand years have passed, and at best it can corrode even one of His little fingers.
"call--"
A black firefly spurted out, covering Greedy Gui's entire body in an instant.