Chapter 281 Enchanting the little devil Buddha with a Buddha, the mentality explodes the faceless
Like a strong wind, Qin Yang disappeared around the corner with laughter...
In a place where you can't use all kinds of flying and escaping methods, how can you compare your physical strength with a physical practitioner? Is it better than sprinting for a hundred feet? Is it better than running long distances quickly?
Wake up, it’s time to get up and move bricks...
Oh no, stop dreaming.
Let him run forty feet first!
If I can't catch up within three breaths, I will consider myself unlucky.
Duan Changkong looked at Qin Yang and turned into an afterimage, disappearing around the corner in an instant. When he chased after him, he couldn't even see his back.
Duan Changkong stood on the spot with an expressionless face, his eyes were deep, showing neither panic nor regret. He even didn't even take a second look at the withered Taoist soldiers who were about to catch up with him.
When the withered Taoist soldiers, grinning and looking ferocious, chased after him, they were about to grab Duan Changkong's neck with both arms.
Duan Changkong didn't look at it, he just stretched out his hand casually, twisting his arm in a posture that could dislocate the bones, reaching behind him, and instantly pinched the withered Taoist soldier's neck.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the withered-blood Taoist soldier's neck, which was like a mummy and three points harder than black iron, was pinched by Duan Changkong and slowly became thinner, and the bones made a heart-wrenching cracking sound.
That was the sound of bones being forcibly crushed bit by bit.
The withered blood Taoist soldier's sharp claws grabbed Duan Changkong's head, tearing the hair on his head into pieces. The sharp claws were only half a foot long, but when they slashed down, they made a sound of gold and iron.
Apart from Duan Changkong's hair and clothes being torn apart, there was no trace of blood at all.
The withered blood Taoist soldier's neck was about to be crushed. If he put it on a living person, he would have already died. However, the withered blood Taoist soldier's aura became even more fierce. The corpse aura was like boiling oil, overflowing from his body and pouring from Duan Changkong's head.
Down……
Duan Changkong stood motionless on the spot, letting the condensed corpse energy like corpse oil infect his whole body.
But following, the ferocious withered blood Taoist soldiers howled in horror and struggled to escape.
The condensed corpse energy that infected Duan Changkong's entire body slowly disappeared, seemingly seeping into Duan Changkong's body.
No, it's more like it was absorbed by Duan Changkong.
After the corpse oil stuck on the body surface disappeared, the hair on Duan Changkong's head completely disappeared. His head was bright and bright, and the roots of his hair were no longer visible...
Duan Changkong's neck slowly twisted, and there was a snapping sound of bones. His head twisted half a circle, and his face was pointed at the withered Taoist soldier behind him.
"Ouch..." The withered blood Taoist soldier's frightened wailing became even louder. As soon as he screamed, Duan Changkong pinched his neck, interrupting his wailing. Only one eyeball popped out of his eye socket...
But such a horrifying withered-blooded Taoist soldier, with his skinny face and protruding eyeballs, was full of fear.
Opposite him, Duan Changkong's facial features completely disappeared.
The face was as flat as a knife, but the skin was intact, just like his bright forehead, there was no injury at all.
The corpse energy overflowing from the body of the withered Taoist soldiers seemed to be flowing out continuously, and was swallowed up by the faceless Duan Changkong.
Struggling and wailing, all to no avail. The withered-blood Taoist soldier slowly stopped struggling. His body was cut off and thrown to the ground, shattering into a pile of powder and scattering in the wind.
The faceless man, whose arms and head were all twisted behind his back, had a drastically changed temperament. No matter how you look at it, he has nothing to do with the previous Duan Changkong.
Cold, deep, like a human-shaped abyss, full of ominous atmosphere.
The faceless man turned his head and arms back behind him and glanced at the direction in which Qin Yang escaped.
Then, looking in another direction, the faceless man seemed to think of the outburst Qin Yang showed just now, and turned to another direction.
As soon as he stepped out, the ominous and strange aura surrounding the faceless man subsided.
Taking another step, you can see the traces of hair roots on the bright forehead. Green stubble sprouts from the scalp and quickly turns into long hair. The hair is like a living creature, entangled and coiled together on its own initiative, forming a hanging bun.
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Taking another step, his facial features slowly appeared on his flat face, his tall figure shrank and became shorter, and his limbs became shorter and thinner.
A set of silver-black women's clothing also appeared on the body surface.
After seven steps.
The original faceless man disappeared completely, and was replaced by a petite woman with her hair tied into a hanging bun, wearing a well-fitting black cloud-sleeved gown embroidered with silver.
His face and facial features gave people a petite feeling, but between his brows, there was a feeling of anger coming towards his face.
Especially that look in the eyes, as long as it's the second time you meet someone you've met before.
You can definitely recognize it at a glance, this is the Withered Blood Dao Ji!
After the faceless man transformed into the Withered Blood Taoist Priest, he was pacing like a little girl, his face full of anger, a strange and cruel smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and the crazy anger in his eyes almost overflowing.
He whistled in the direction he had just come from, and not long after, there was a foot-tall withered Taoist soldier running towards him.
After seeing the "Withered Blood Dao Ji", the Withered Blood Taoist Soldier immediately leaned down and waited for the "Withered Blood Dao Ji" to land on his shoulder, then followed the "Withered Blood Dao Ji" with a finger and ran away.
Three hours later, the withered-blood Taoist soldiers carried the withered-blooded Taoist princess and arrived at the "formation" as the core building complex.
With a piece of black cloth covering his eyes and wearing a black monk's robe, the little demon Buddha walked among the dense formations.
Landslides, tsunamis, mountains of swords and seas of fire were all invisible. When he walked, his feet did not touch the ground. Black lotuses appeared under his feet, supporting him to walk in the formation as if he were walking on flat ground.
Two layers of round light behind his head bloomed, and wherever they went, in his heart, the two sides of the devil and Buddha were reflected.
The dangerous formation, in its induction, is full of demons, murderous intent rising into the sky, only the glimmer of life is there, the golden light shines, and the blossoming black lotus, surrounded by the demons, turns into a path to cross the other side.
's place of rest.
He doesn't understand formations, but he can know where to find a way out in such an uncontrolled formation.
This is the difference between manned and unmanned formations.
The unmanned formation evolves completely according to the established route. No matter how strong the formation is, there must be a glimmer of hope.
As for the formation controlled by someone, when it evolves, even the person controlling the formation may not be able to determine in advance in which direction it will evolve at the next moment. Only at that moment can he determine how to control it.
There is no way to survive, but in the blink of an eye, it will turn into a dead end.
The little demon Buddha chanted the magic trumpet in a low voice, with a peaceful expression on his face and a look of compassion.
After walking through this dangerous place where formations evolved, the surrounding environment immediately transformed into a palace complex shrouded in divine light.
The pavilions, terraces and pavilions are lined up one after another, and the passages between them are also spacious and bright, with purple-gold paved floors, spotless.
After the little demon Buddha walked out, he immediately stood there with his eyebrows lowered and chanted a magic trumpet.
"My devil has mercy."
Opposite him, on the shoulders of the withered-blood Taoist soldier, sat the withered-blooded Taoist girl, with a strange smile on her face and murderous intent floating in her eyes.
"Little Demon Buddha, why are you blind? With your strength, who here can poke your eyes out? Could it be that you violated the precepts and saw something you shouldn't see, so you poked your eyes out? Did you really listen to your master's words?
, I still strictly abide by the precepts when I go out, hahaha..."
"Tao Ji's eyes are like a torch. The young monk offended an invincible senior. In order to protect himself, he could only poke his own eyes as a punishment. The young monk was lucky. The senior didn't bother to argue with me too much, so the young monk was lucky enough to stay.
life."
Little Mofo's tone was calm and he stated the facts without any expression on his face, without any concealment at all.
"Hahahaha..." Withered Blood Dao Ji's face was distorted and she laughed wildly, patting the Withered Blood Dao Soldier on the head, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up her waist: "Little Demon Buddha, you also have today, you are laughing to death!"
"The little monk is a little reckless." The little demon Buddha lowered his head and whispered. He didn't have any resentment. Instead, he seemed to really feel that this was his problem.
"You're lucky. I still have half of the black blood ointment here. It's a benefit to you. I can give you 30% of it. Remember, you owe me a favor." Withered Blood Taoist Soldier slowly woke up with Withered Blood Dao Ji.
, the Withered Blood Dao Ji took out a wooden box, tossed it casually, and threw it to the little devil Buddha.
"Black blood ointment?" Little Demon Buddha's face was slightly moved, he showed a smile, and bowed slightly: "Daoji is interested. I have long heard that the ferocious lineage has a secret method. With the help of the Zihe chariot, which has the strongest vitality of the bride,
Among them is a trace of innate vitality, a condensed secret medicine, which has the magical effect of deriving flesh and blood and transforming into white bones. It is just a lord of the ferocious lineage. It is kept secret. Even the leader can only get a little..."
"This little monk owes you a favor for this matter."
The little magic Buddha stretched out his hand and grabbed the wooden box in his hand.
However, in an instant, the little devil's expression froze, and the green and red colors on his face echoed each other, and the scorching heat and the cold air changed hundreds of times in one breath.
Under the impact of such extreme power, Little Demon Buddha's body froze in place...
At this time, the withered-blooded Taoist goddess sitting on the withered-blooded Taoist soldier's shoulders came floating over with a giggle.
He stretched out his hands, and his nails grew rapidly, turning into three-inch long black nails, which were inserted straight into the neck of the little devil.
The little devil Buddha's body was surrounded by black energy, and the Buddha's light suddenly appeared, but he was unable to deal with the object in his hand in an instant.
The wooden box seemed to be glued to his injury, and the power poured into his body crazily. Under the intertwining heat and cold, it was unsustainable for a moment.
At this moment, the demonic energy escaping from the little demon Buddha's body dissipated and turned into golden light. The Buddha's light shone universally, illuminating his internal organs. After the shadows of the internal organs dissipated.
Only a golden Buddha's skeleton was visible.
The skeleton is not scary at all, but gives people a sense of compassion and mercy.
"Pick up the butcher knife and instantly become a demon!"
The skeleton exhaled. At first, the voice was mellow and sunny, full of compassion. However, after each word, the compassion quickly faded away, and instead became a hint of cold and vicious madness.
At the end of the sentence, the word "魔" was chanted.
The golden Buddha bones turned into pitch black in an instant, as if a peerless demon had suddenly awakened.
The demonic energy overflowed again, and the Buddha's light remained the same, but it changed from the golden Buddha's light to the black demonic light.
The momentum of the little demon Buddha suddenly surged, and the demonic energy in his body suddenly spewed out as if it came out of nothing, like a volcano erupting.
The strange power of alternating hot and cold in the body was instantly forced out of the body under the impact of this demonic energy, and the wooden box in his hand also flew out.
The withered-blooded Taoist priest who was attacking was hit by the demonic energy that was like a volcano erupting. She rolled in mid-air and landed on the withered-blooded Taoist soldier's shoulders again.
"My demon is merciful, the master said. Although the little monk's Buddha-bone demon heart is neither angry nor angry, it has not been able to understand what anger is and lacks experience. Now it seems that the master is indeed right. The little monk has learned the lesson. Both of us have learned the lesson.
My eyes are blind, but my mind is not blind, but I have not seen through it immediately. It is really because I have not practiced enough."
The little demon Buddha raised his head, his eyes lowered and his peaceful face completely disappeared.
His eyes were angry, with no white pupils visible, only darkness. Half of his face was filled with hatred and malice, and half of his face was filled with rage, which distorted his face.
"If you don't fall into the devil, how can you understand the true meaning of the devil? If you don't get angry, how can you understand the poison of anger!"
"Faceless Demon, let the little monk help you to escape!"
The little demon Buddha groaned, becoming more and more crazier, and in the end, it almost turned into vicious curses and roars.
The dark demonic energy spurted out and spread all over the land, impacting one after another.
But after the demonic energy erupted and dissipated, "Withered Blood Dao Ji"'s eyes were blank.
Where is anyone else on the empty Zijin Avenue?
Not even a ghost can be found!
Withered Blood Dao Ji's face was distorted and her facial features were shattered. She could no longer maintain the appearance of Withered Blood Dao Ji and turned into a faceless man again.
The withered-blood Taoist soldier couldn't feel the withered-blooded Taoist princess, and immediately let out a roar...
However, before he could shout, the faceless man slapped the withered-blood Taoist soldier.
"boom!"
The ten-foot-tall withered-blood Taoist soldier was a physical practitioner during his lifetime. After becoming a withered-blooded Taoist soldier, his physical body became three points stronger.
However, at this moment, under the slap of the faceless man, it exploded and turned into powder!
There was a strange distortion on the faceless man's flat face with no facial features, and the newly grown eyes and mouth couldn't even grow into the right position for a while...
Either the eyes are on the chin or the mouth is on the forehead...
After a few breaths, the faceless man gave up changing his face again and stood there to calm down.
Three times in a row, the other party was not killed every time...
For the first time, the withered-blooded Dao Ji made a decisive decision, immediately dismembered her body, wrapped up her cultivation soul, and fled.
The second time, I couldn't understand why the man was not affected at all. He actually got the thing, turned around and ran away. He ran so fast that he disappeared after turning a corner.
The third time, I knew I was ready to capture him, but I never thought that the little devil Buddha didn’t even hesitate. He directly gave up the Buddha’s bones and used the Buddha to become a demon. Even after becoming a demon, instead of going crazy, he put on a good show and ran away...
The faceless man didn't understand at all why a man who was already crazy and possessed could calmly escape instead of confronting him head-on...
The faceless man stood there for a long time without moving.
Still recovering...
On the other side, Qin Yang, who had escaped, was squatting at the door of a hall, staring at the sacred tree on the ground, frowning.
"The Wusang sacred tree looks like it should be real. That's the power inside it. Why is it so weird?"
"Heiying, come out, I have something good for you."
In the demon's hand, the black shadow did not appear, but only a word came out.
"Haha, Qin Yang, you think you have found a strong person to help you, and you want to trick me into tricking me to death? To tell you the truth, I have felt it for a long time! Don't play this kind of clumsy trick in the future, it's boring!"
Qin Yang looked confused, when will I trick you?
Am I that kind of person?
Thinking of the wedding dress on his back, Qin Yang suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the group of black shadows who had been cowards recently didn't even show up...
"Heiying, this is what's wrong with you. Your knowledge is too out of step with the times. What's going on with this wedding girl? Can't you feel it?"
"Qin Yang, you still want to trick me! Do I dare to take induction seriously?"