The cauldron has always been regarded as a symbol of strength. The large cauldron, which is more than one meter high, gives people the feeling of a hill. Just looking at it makes you feel a heavy air rushing towards your face!
For a moment, the snowman froze on the spot.
"Haha," the man with the power system grinned: "You guys, you still want to compete with Daxia?"
"boom!"
Under the snowman's disbelieving gaze, the man jumped up high and slammed it towards the snowman like a king lifting a cauldron!
The cauldron suppresses evil spirits!
This is the power of Daxia!
And the other side.
The old man Dao Wanqian used the pinching technique with his hands, and the Immortal Killing Sword moved according to his will, turning into bursts of sword light around him.
Although he doesn’t have the sword intention of a swordsman.
But it has the unique spirit of slaying demons and slaying demons with the Taoist sword!
The name of the sword is Zhu Xian!
Although it was impossible to directly cut those snowmen into several pieces, all the snowmen who came into contact with this Immortal Killing Sword had their skin and flesh torn open, and they howled and fled under the light of the sword.
Furthermore, the Dao Sect Nine Yang Fire spewed out from the ground, roasting the snowmen one after another!
In the light of the sword and the fire, the old man's Taoist robes were stirring, his beard and hair were flying, like an immortal, exuding a mysterious aura from all over his body, and there was a faint yin and yang wheel spinning behind him.
At the same time, Dao Wanqian could feel it.
At the moment when the sword blade was stained with blood, an ancient breath seemed to awaken in the sword.
On the other side, the compassionate Buddhist master is covered with Buddha light and his eyes are wide open.
King Kong glares angrily!
The nine-ringed tin staff in his hand was like a heavy metal, and he waved it like a silver light in his hand. Every snowman that was hit by it would make the sound of broken bones and be driven away with a wailing sound.
"Amitabha!"
Behind Master Compassion, a phantom appeared again, but it was not the Fuhu Vajra and Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, but a white-robed monk standing with a staff!
The legendary Buddha and Master Tripitaka!
But the shadow of Master Tripitaka was completely different from the records in the classics. The white-robed monk was not thin at all, nor did he feel like he was powerless.
on the contrary.
In the shadow, the legendary Buddha Tang Sanzang has a fierce face and a pair of iron fists.
The brocade cassock was draped casually on the shoulders, and the whole body was covered with strong muscles. A nine-striped dragon coiled over the shoulders and spread its fangs on the chest.
There are also dense scars overlapping on the body, adding a bit of fierceness.
This fierce and powerful phantom of the tens of billions of monks gives people the impression that it can smash mountains apart with one punch.
At this time, the compassionate master also changed his usual charity. While shouting the Buddha's name, he waved the nine-ringed tin staff, which was as heavy as a thousand stones, wrapped in the Buddha's light, and hit the snowmen with great force.
The billowing Buddha energy surged, and wherever it went, the fur of those snowmen with scarlet eyes melted, and they could only retreat away wailing.
Occasionally, a strong snowman would rush forward against the wash of Buddha's energy and light, and use its sharp claws to grab the compassionate guru.
But he couldn't scratch the brocade cassock on Master Compassion's body at all, and even the auspicious clouds of merit and virtue on Master Compassion's body couldn't be penetrated, so he was severely smashed away by the nine-ringed tin staff!
"Amitabha!"
"You evil beast, you dare to hurt people's lives!"
"Do you really think that I, a Buddhist, can only be compassionate?"
"Death!"
He is obviously a compassionate monk, but he speaks the most compassionate words and fights the cruelest.
No one in the Confucian school knows that a literary spirit will flow out of his body, and his literary spirit will transform into awe-inspiring things, moving the heaven and the earth.
The jet-black ink gas gathered on the large brush like a rafter. The Confucius pen that spanned thousands of years was once again stained with ink and waved in the air.
"Little children."
"Those who have attained the truth will receive much help, but those who have lost the path will receive little help."
Every sentence of Confucian benevolence came out loudly, and the big golden characters surrounded Mo Zhi, as if connecting the heaven and the earth, exuding endless pressure!
The words of a saint!
Little did he know that behind him, the shadow of a burly master slowly appeared. The master had a sword on his waist, holding a scroll in one hand and stroking the sword in the other. There were actually strong muscles under the Confucian shirt!
"Please give me Master's words to help me in Daxia!"
Mo Zhi shouted loudly.
This seemingly innocuous sentence shook like thunder, overwhelming the roars of countless snowmen.
Each bright golden character, each sentence of the saint's words, if the golden light swept down from the sky, smashed hard at a snowman rushing towards him!
In the Confucius pen that has traveled through thousands of years, there is also a power that is awakening.
only.
Mo Zi, who was writing furiously with a pen, had a confused look in his eyes. He obviously practiced Confucianism and Taoism, and this pen was also used by Confucius, who liked to reason. But why...
The awakening power in the pen seemed not to want him to fight with just such righteous words, but instead wanted him to rush forward and fight hand-to-hand?
I don't know that I can feel that the thick Fuzi pen is trembling slightly, as if it is filled with a desire to fight...
but.
Although the weapon in his hand feels a bit weird, it is anyway.
No matter who knows, whether there are thousands of ways, and the compassionate guru who was born in Buddhism, all three of them have improved by leaps and bounds because of this treasure from their ancestors, and they are much stronger than before!
If it weren't for the effect of the Tianshan Snow Lotus, the physical strength of those snowmen was so amazing, it wouldn't be a problem for these three people to work together to take down dozens of them.
But what surprised Lin Fan the most was Gong Shuming.
In the last battle for the Order of the Phoenix, the wooden bird and steel rhinoceros created by Gong Shuming had already opened Lin Fan's eyes.
And this time...
"Buzz!"
The light of the knife flashed.
Lin Fan chopped down the snowman who had been fighting with him for several rounds with one knife. He did not look at the flying head, but looked at Gong Shuming with a blinded face: "Why did you bring them here?"
Next to Gongshu Ming, he saw the muscular "lion" young man who had fought with Lin Fan before in the Free Country, and the black woman who used poker as a weapon.
Still lifelike, almost alive.
However, the body that was once split open by Lin Fan's knife was resealed with fine steel wires, making them tightly sealed.
The joints have also been modified into metal, reflecting the cold light.
Other than that, there is almost no difference between them and living people.
Under the control of Gong Shuming, these two men fought extremely bravely because they were not afraid of pain and death, although their expressions and movements were slightly stiff!
The lion's muscles were burly and exaggerated. Under Gong Shuming's control, he was simply the best warrior.
Although his stiff throat was no longer able to roar, he was like a lion, fighting with two snowmen without fear of death. Even if one of his arms was bitten off, it would not have any impact at all.
The black woman, under the control of Gong Shuming, hid behind the lion and played playing cards one after another. The originally thin playing cards spun rapidly, as sharp as a blade, and there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
"Isn't it... that Xunsi is a good material?" Gongshu Ming said as if he was a little embarrassed while fighting.
"No wonder the Free State rounded us up like that last time, and you secretly took away the bodies..." Lin Fan looked confused.
The corners of Gongshu Ming's mouth twitched: "I know this seems inhumane, Commander-in-Chief, if you are disgusted..."
After all, no matter what.
The people of Daxia all pay attention to the idea that the deceased should be buried in peace. In the traditional concept, the deceased is the most important person, and only by being buried can the deceased be given a complete rest.
It is somewhat unethical to disturb the dead and use their corpses to fight.
"Haha, what's so objectionable about this?" Lin Fan smiled solemnly: "Anyone who is an enemy of me, Daxia, will still have to atone for my Daxia, even if they die!"
"Although I, Daxia, am kind to others."
"But for those who offend me in Daxia, I only wish that I could not eat their flesh and sleep on their skin, and that their souls would be restrained from being reincarnated for the rest of their lives!"
"Letting their corpses fight for Daxia is an advantage for them, and it can be considered as atonement for their sins!"
Hearing this, Gongshu Ming's eyes lit up, "Then from now on..."
"From now on, as long as you like it, you can transform even the corpses of those gods." Lin Fan said coldly.
