Chapter 132 Is the little loach really too stable?
The moment the "water arrow" appeared, the brains and hearts of the two monks suddenly contracted, and their breathing slowed down for half a beat.
The strong sense of crisis made their hair stand on end, and all their strength seemed to be drained. A terrifying feeling of a creature encountering a natural enemy appeared in their minds.
"run!"
From ancient times to the Ming Dynasty, there has never been anyone who practiced the "Xingxiu Yuanxiang Sutra" like Qiu Ping.
Logically speaking, the more magical powers and spells are superimposed on the Dharma form, the stronger the Dharma form is. But no one has ever been able to superimpose a hundred of the same magical powers, because a person can practice the same kind of magical power once, but cannot practice it a hundred times.
kind.
But no, if one hundred kinds of the same magical power are really superimposed, the power of that move will be absolutely terrifying.
The two monks turned around and ran away. One of them even threw his alms bowl to block them behind him.
"go!"
Qiu Ping's eyes fell on the two monks. All the gods in the True Dragon Appearance released their spells together. The huge arrows in the sky made a sharp roar, and the surrounding void shook. The sound could be heard for more than ten miles.
"Block!"
The alms bowl was bursting with brilliance, and countless Sanskrit words were flowing in it.
"Boom!"
Just like that, the alms bowl that could withstand the blasting hammers of four warriors could not even hold a breath in front of the huge water arrows. At the moment of collision, cracks appeared on the surface of the phantom.
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After a wailing cry, the alms bowl flew upside down, and a big gap appeared on the edge, which looked worse than a dog bowl.
"boom."
When a hundred magical powers are layered on top of each other, not only does the power increase dramatically, but also the speed.
The arrow streaked across the sky like a shooting star, reaching the heads of the two monks almost in the blink of an eye.
The chaotic water vapor and the spiritual essence contained inside and outside burst out together, and a terrifying storm swept across dozens of feet.
The fine water droplets seemed to be radiating, traveling back and forth through their bodies at extremely fast speeds.
"ah……"
The black robes wrapped around the bodies of the two monks immediately turned into nothingness, and then their skin quickly turned red, a large amount of blood overflowed, and their flesh, flesh, muscles and bones were crushed into powder.
"boom!"
The violent explosion spread in all directions, and a huge hole nearly ten feet wide and three feet deep appeared on the ground.
In the pit, except for a scrapped Zen staff, the two people could not even see their bodies.
Fortunately, when they fought just now, the group of Hu herdsmen were scared away, otherwise the single blow and the aftermath of the battle would have caused thousands of casualties.
When a Jinggu Wanzhe practitioner reaches that level, he can be regarded as a small-legged person in the human world.
"If Dongci reduces the number of people, his body will almost be drained." Qiu Ping trembled. He had been tired from pushing the "Millstone of Two Worlds" in front of the ghost gate for a day, and now he had consumed most of the mana outside his body.
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Almost like a soft-footed shrimp.
Bu Nao, he was able to hold back that ultimate move for a good amount of time. His time travel would be over soon. Even if something unexpected happened, he could escape quickly.
Qiu Ping's eyes fell on the scrapped alms bowl and Zen staff. His [Eight-Armed Maha Dharma Seal] needed some Buddhist utensils for practice. Since the whirling golden bowl in Ciluohan Zen Temple was used by him, that
The method has never been improved.
Don't think about it, forget it. If there is something tracking the location in that artifact, wouldn't your identity be exposed?
All safety risks, our little loach is not very stable in this regard.
"Buzz."
Just when he was giving himself a thumbs up in his mind, his body suddenly became unreal.
Qiu Ping knew that his time travel was about to end, so he rushed to put away the strong men. At the moment when the four strong men turned into soybeans, he disappeared in place with a "swish".
It just leaves a big hole in the east, well, a big hole in every sense of the word.
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"Dang Dang Dang!"
A harsh gong sound sounded, and the little loach suddenly woke up from his sleep.
After he traveled back through time, because he didn't gain anything that time, he didn't care too much and just lay down in his small room and fell asleep.
"No, he doesn't want to get up."
The little loach plugged his ears and lay on the bed, refusing to get up until he died.
After all, I am not an upright eighth-grade god. How can I let a god with such a high official position work? It is very difficult for one person to do the work of two people.
If you are a leader, you are not a scalper!
Qiu Ping continued to sleep soundly, he was too tired. That time, both physical strength and mana were consumed a lot.
Just when he was in a daze, his legs suddenly grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
Qiu Pingdong consciously danced and tried to get away, but he saw a face with half a red mask.
"Judge Cui...Judge Cui!"
The little loach's body trembled, and its originally groggy brain also woke up.
"The next day's work will be delayed and I will have to practice an extra day."
Judge Cui released the little loach to the east, his tone as calm as ever.
Little Loach was moaning in his heart, but he nodded submissively on his face. Ever since he saw Judge Cui kill the Yama's clone, the person he feared most in Changning County had changed from the City God to Judge Cui.
The shrimp soldiers and crabs gathered outside the house early, and half of them were already walking on the winch frame, struggling to push the winch.
Qiu Ping hesitated and walked to the empty space of the winch frame. His body swayed and transformed into his true form.
His fins rested on a huge log stuck in the winch, his tail touched the ground, and he pushed forward with all his strength.
"Squeak."
The winch was extremely heavy, as if it were carved out of a whole hill. Even with Qiu Ping and more than two hundred monsters outside, he could barely push the winch a little.
The ropes wrapped around the winch were made of some kind of silk and hemp. They were as black as fine iron. Each rope was as thick as an arm, and it was wound many times layer by layer.
As Qiu Ping and the others pushed, the rope tightened, pulling the ghost gate at Chaoji with it.
Anyway, with Qiu Ping's eyesight, he didn't realize how far the gate of hell was opened.
No wonder it takes a month just to open the door, so when the time comes to close it, will it take another month?
The more he stopped thinking wildly, the more sad and angry Qiu Ping felt.
Judge Cui stood quietly not far away. Of course he did not intend to torture the little loach. He was mentally connected with countless judges and ghost officials, and they had performed deductions with the little loach together.
Little Loach's foundation is very strong, and there is a lot of spiritual essence in his flesh and blood. But he himself doesn't know how to use it. Although Changyang Lord seems to have given the boy some treasure that can stimulate the accumulated spiritual essence, but what is really absorbed is
Not even half of it.
As the auxiliary officials of the City God, their judges mostly deal with accounts. How can you see such waste?
I just took advantage of that opportunity to hone the strength of that little loach.
In the dispute between Shinto and Taoism, can we treat guests to dinner? If we are not strong enough, then can we ask for death?