However, Zixia turned on the red soul sky lantern at that time, and the red soul entered her body to protect herself. This magic weapon can be sweet or salty, and can be used to attack or protect herself. The red soul protected her heart, otherwise the sword
It can directly burst her heart.
But the big explosion just now, coupled with the huge force of the collision, caused more injuries to her.
The long sword moved even more, and the wound naturally became more serious.
It's so serious that she can't even move now.
But, who is this bald monk in front of me?
The person Zixia saw had no clothes on, only an animal skin wrapped around important parts, and he was sitting cross-legged on the ground. However, there were countless mysterious golden symbols shining and flowing on his upper body, and his whole person was glowing with golden light.
"You...who are you?" Zixia asked, it was very difficult to speak and it hurt to speak.
The monk lowered his head with a peaceful face. Seeing Zixia's dying look, he was indifferent and opened his mouth and said: "Amitabha!"
Zixia was surprised: "You can actually recite the supreme mantra of the Buddhist kingdom in ancient times?"
The monk smiled and spoke again: "Amitabha!"
Zixia was not sure about the monk's position, but she was seriously injured now and there were soldiers chasing her. She had to find a way to pull out the sword that was tied to her. She quickly said: "Master,
Can you do me a favor and help me pull out this sword?"
"Amitabha!"
"Master, please!"
"Amitabha!"
"???"
Zixia was speechless for a while. What is this monk doing? Can he only say such a sentence? Is this not a real person, but a soulless puppet?
After trying a few more times, Zixia gave up.
It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself.
She gritted her teeth and got up, then lay down straight on her face.
"puff!"
The tip of the long sword is facing the ground.
After she lay down like this, some tens of centimeters later came out, and some of it came out. As long as she thought of a way to jam the hilt of the sword with something... She looked around and felt that the monk's
The mouth is more suitable, because he always says "Amitabha, when he pronounces the word "ah", his mouth should be opened wide enough, and he should be able to poke it in and bite it.
Then she actually did it.
If this monk had a spirit and knew what Zixia was planning, he would probably jump up in anger... Time is limited, Zixia must hurry up, because this sword is not an ordinary sword, and it has some special abilities.
It restricted the rotation of her immortal energy and made her unable to move normally.
Otherwise, if she replaced it with an ordinary long sword, the long sword would fly out as soon as she thought.
"Master, thank you for your help!"
Zixia said.
"Ah——"
As expected, the monk wanted to talk about Amitabha again.
Zixia saw the right moment, pointed the hilt of the sword behind her at his mouth, and stabbed him quickly. But at this moment, the monk suddenly raised a hand and pressed it on the hilt of the sword.
"Pfft!"
Not only could the sword not be pulled out, but it was inserted again.
The kind that goes all the way in.
"puff!"
Zixia vomited blood.
She was shocked to find that this monk was actually able to move.