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Chapter 122 Reinforcement has arrived

In front of Jinluan Hall.

Between the palace walls filled with smoke and dust, a thin and slender monk with half a Buddhist robe thickly tied around his waist clasped his hands together, and there was a hint of evil that could not be hidden between his brows and eyes.

In front of him, within the ruins of the ruined wall, a figure covered in blood and as fragile as a rag collapsed among the rubble, with more air coming out than in.

Previously, he had used the Heavenly Dragon's Breathing Technique to hide his figure in the poisonous mist. When the old eunuch was concerned and disturbed, Pudu Cihang immediately used the thunderbolt method to destroy the old eunuch's body.

In the other world, the body is the raft and the soul is the oar. If you want to cross the other side and seek transcendence, both are indispensable.

The laws of heaven and earth are the products of the spiritual, spiritual, and spiritual sublimation of practitioners.

Damage to the physical body and instability of the Dao mind will be directly reflected in the Dharma.

In the battle between the Dharma and the Prime Minister, the mountains and rivers are often shattered, and the storms are turbulent. The control of any detail will have an irreversible impact on the overall situation, not to mention that the centipede spirit's move directly severely damaged the old eunuch's body.

Dangjie took advantage of the opponent's unstable aura and used all his strength to use his true body to crush his physical form.

The Dharma is the sublimation of the three flavors of essence, energy, spirit, and is subject to the shackles of the physical body.

But in turn, the damage suffered by the Dharma image will also be fed back to the deity in disguise.

Now, Mo Wenwen was not only seriously injured, but his soul was also struck by lightning due to the damage to the Dharma image, which added to the injury.

His cultivation had gone to a state of decline, his silver-white hair was stuck to his forehead with blood, and his breath was as thin as a gossamer. He looked like he was about to die soon.

However, despite this, Pudu Cihang still had no intention of letting down his guard and getting closer.

"Amitabha, meeting is a fate, let the poor monk give the donor another ride."

The golden Buddha behind him reappeared, his lips slightly opened, and his movements overlapped with Pudu Cihang's true nature.

"Namo Amitabha..."

The sound of the life-demanding Sanskrit sound sounded to Mo Wendao like a demonic sound filling his ears, constantly annihilating his sanity.

Knowing that his attempt to pretend to be dead and risking his life had been discovered, and giving up the possibility of escaping, Mo Wenwen's broken body suddenly flew out of the rocks, carrying dust all over the sky, temporarily confusing the centipede spirit's vision.

His spiritual thoughts were always involved in the old eunuch's every move, and he was not surprised at all by Mo Wendao's life-and-death struggle. The Sanskrit sounds from Pudu Cihang's mouth remained unchanged.

The greatest goodness is like water. Water benefits all things without fighting.

However, at this moment, Mo Wendao's palm seemed calm on the surface, but secretly it was filled with turbulent waves, which were about to come with overwhelming force.

Three tides overlap the sea, taking the softness of the water and turning it into waves that overlap the shore, and rocks and peaks, which are strong and positive.

With the intention to die, the old eunuch suddenly understood the key point at the last moment, and saw a bit of the mystery of hardness and softness in femininity.

Facing Mo Wendao's seemingly ordinary slap, Pudu Cihang looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Now that he has the chance to win, how can he be willing to accept the desperate attempt of the Dharma Master to sink the boat and give up the hope of survival?

Thoughts flashed through the sea of ​​consciousness, and the golden Buddha on top suddenly moved and struck down with a palm as big as a millstone.

"boom--"

The wind and waves carried the Buddha's light all over the sky and tilted it straight towards the direction Mo Wenwen was traveling.

All kinds of Buddhist principles suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, turning into thousands of barriers, blocking the old eunuch's inevitable path.

As soon as the two came into contact, a spiritual light bloomed from in front of Mo Dao, and the blue magic power seemed to be a continuous wave, repeatedly surging on the embankment built by Pudu Cihang Buddha's power.

Within a moment, the first layer of barriers seemed to melt away like ice and snow, and the surging waves quickly filled the empty space, and then squeezed in layer by layer, getting closer and closer to the centipede spirit's position.

Three meters, two meters, one meter...

The monstrous wave of mana transformation was so fierce that it finally reached less than a finger's distance from Pudu Cihang.

However, this finger eventually became a natural chasm.

A skinny index finger was raised and touched Mo Wenwen's palm gently like a lover.

Like a dream, in the next second, with the old eunuch's regretful expression, his thin figure gradually turned into ashes starting from his fingertips.

"Old slave... I am ashamed of the late emperor's trust..."

The sleep-like words, along with the broken body, eventually dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Amitabha, if the benefactor is not plotted, this palm can hurt me."

Witnessing the enthronement of a Dharma Master, he silently recited the Buddha's name in a nondescript manner, but Pudu Cihang did not show the slightest joy on his face.

Even those who have cultivated the power of Dharma will one day die.

Now that he has reached the end of his spiritual path, if he cannot escape from the shackles of this world within a limited period of time, how can Mo Wenwen be the same person he is tomorrow?

Thinking like this only strengthened his determination to seek transcendence and ascension.

"I found you."

His emotionless eyes were cast into the distance, which was the place reached by his spiritual thoughts and the direction in which Emperor Zhengde and his entourage were escaping.

"For the sake of my detachment, the emperor of the mortal dynasty can only say sorry to you."

He could clearly feel that the backlash of the dynasty's fate on him was getting more and more serious. If it weren't for the shrines and archways built in various places in the past to barely maintain it, the winner of the previous battle between the two would have been uncertain.

I have no way out!

Directly changing back to its original form, Pudu Cihang waved its four toe claws, and in a moment a large cloud of mist lifted it up, and it quickly rushed towards the direction where Emperor Zhengde fled.

The clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.

True dragons are good at flying in the clouds and mists. Centipede was about to transform into a dragon, but he had already mastered several of the true dragon's magical powers to control the floating clouds. In just a moment, he had already caught up with Emperor Zhengde.

"Fire the arrow!"

Seeing the head of a monster that covered the sky and sun emerging from the clouds, he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. The generals of the Royal Forest Army who were guarding Emperor Zhengde did not even hear the order and already shouted orders in a panic.

The demon-breaking arrow soaked in Fu Shui's black dog blood ignited into a rain of fire that filled the sky, like a cloud of fire, floating toward Pudu Cihang.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, the majestic figure just shook his head and exhaled. It was like the dead of winter, and the biting chill even in mid-air turned the rain of arrows in the sky into powder.

No way!

From hope to despair, everyone's face is full of dejection and despair.

"Amitabha, I only want to take the life of one person, why should innocent people lose their lives?"

Tired of the fearless counterattacks of the ants, Pudu Cihang's voice was like thunder, and he spoke murderous and heart-wrenching words.

However, what is surprising is that although there are soldiers in the imperial army who are trembling with their feet like branches and looking around, no one is the first to make that precedent.

"Foolish loyalty."

With a cold face and no longer patience, the centipede spirit swung its whiskers and tails, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on the ground. Its heavy power, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound, cut blood marks on everyone's body.

But just before the collision, a red meteor seemed to streak across the horizon, piercing Pudu Cihang's eyes as fast as lightning, with billowing fireworks behind it.

Finally, in a desperate place where thousands of people were waiting, reinforcements came——

Has arrived!




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