Lu Qian carried the monk Jingse and strode ‘to death’!

at the same time.

Da Fei Tianzheng clasped his hands together, sweating like rain all over his body, his eyes gushing with Buddha light, staring straight at the huge heart-shaped stone in front of him, and at the bald monk with an ordinary face sitting cross-legged on top of the stone.

"Buddha!"

Dafeitian's voice was extremely erratic, as if there was a ghost hiding in his throat. Under the crazy squeezing of his throat muscles, it was very difficult to make such an almost inaudible sound.

Lu Min was surrounded by countless gods and demons who were looming, walking in a garden of red spring willows and green willows. The edge of the garden could not be seen at a glance, and countless naked young girls, all of them thin and fat, were blooming.

There were swaying figures in the trees, ogling him.

Lu Min made unceremonious comments about these big girls and passed them by with a smile. If they didn't mess with him, he wouldn't bother to cause trouble. But as soon as these big girls took a step closer to him, countless gods and demons swarmed over him.

, they will be swallowed up immediately.

Yu Changle and a group of young eunuchs, with their faces flushed, clung to a desperate border situation.

In all directions, there are countless aliens wearing armor, covered with black fur, with wolf heads and bodies. The place where Yu Changle and dozens of young eunuchs stand is a small castle with a radius of no more than a hundred feet in the boundless Gobi Desert. And the castle is completely

It was built with rammed earth. After countless years, most of the earthen wall has collapsed, and its defense power is almost zero!

The magic power in the body has disappeared, and only the tempered body maintains its due strength.

Yu Changle held a long sword in his hand and looked at the alien soldiers approaching slowly from all sides. He looked up to the sky and roared like a ghost: "Children, if you want to survive, you have to fight with all your strength!"

Wisps of sword energy flew into the air, and the three Qingyou girls formed a small formation of three talents, facing back to back the assassination attacks from the large group of swordsmen.

This is a dense emerald green bamboo forest. They are located in a small open space in the forest. Surrounding the bamboo tips, countless figures are looming, the sword light is flashing, and the sword is clanging. The murderous intention has almost condensed into substance. From time to time, someone swoops out, guarding the enemy.

The sword slashed at them.

Thousands of swordsmen with incomplete corpses were already lying on the ground.

Every time the three Qingyou girls kill a flying swordsman, their understanding of the way of swordsmanship increases, and their own cultivation also increases sharply... Just like the swordsmen who were killed, their understanding of the sword

, all the cultivation in the way of swordsmanship was devoured by them.

There was a crisp sound of wind chimes in the bamboo forest. With the urging of the wind chimes, more swordsmen appeared out of thin air, and then stabbed with swords from all directions.

The Prison-Suppressing Xuanguang Buddha is standing on a small isolated island.

There were countless evil ghosts and ghosts in all directions, and the black and evil things turned into a boundless ocean, surrounding this small island airtight. He clasped his hands together, recited the mantra in a low voice, and the majestic prison-suppressing power was

The force turned into an invisible mountain and crushed it down, and all the ghosts who dared to get close were crushed into pieces.

Every time a fierce ghost is killed, the prison-suppressing power of the Xuanguang Buddha becomes one point thicker.

The Buddha of Precious Light Merit is walking in the vast world of mortals... In cities, villages, and ancient inns in the wilderness, what appears around him are all sentient beings in Jambudvipa in the mortal world. They are all born, old, sick, and dead, and have endless sufferings. He has exhausted all the sufferings.

He can walk with magical powers, but no matter how he activates his magical powers, he can never escape from this boundless world of mortals.

He can only stick to the Buddha's heart, shed a large amount of Buddha's light, and relieve the suffering of these people in this mortal world.

Mana is being consumed and merit is being accumulated.

But in this mortal world, the magic power he consumed cannot be recovered... The Buddha of Baoguang Merit could not help but raise his head and said to himself in a low voice: "This is a death disaster... What will happen if I run out of magic power?

"

Just after he had this idea, an old beggar passing by him coughed a few times. Baoguang Gongde Buddha felt a stinging and itching sensation in his lungs. He couldn't help but cough immediately, and then coughed.

A little blood came out.

"Well, the gods and humans will decline, they will be born, old, sick and die, and will be completely annihilated in this world of mortals." The face of Baoguang Merit Buddha was a little ugly. He sighed softly, shocked his mind, swayed the Buddha's light, dispersed the diseases in his body, and eliminated those diseases.

The symptoms of the plague in the old beggar were also eliminated.

The three Buddhas Yuan Ding, Yuan Shan and Yuan Jue were very lucky to be together.

They stood in a crudely made cottage gathering hall, staring dumbfounded at a group of shabby and ugly men around them. One man had a large tumor on his forehead and was holding a sharp ox-horn knife.

Well, he was carrying a bloody human heart and grinning at the three Buddhas.

"Three kings, today, the young men captured a big fat sheep passing by at the foot of the mountain alive and made a heart and liver hangover soup for the three kings... Today, the three kings want something spicy and sour.

? Or spicy?"

"My Buddha is compassionate!" The three Buddhas put their hands together at the same time.

The minions all around laughed at the same time, making a lot of noises.

"What kind of Buddha are you reciting, Your Majesty? I'm afraid, these three kings have killed as many as 80,000 business travelers in recent years, if not 100,000, right?"

"Isn't that right? There are three to five thousand young ladies who have been played to death by the three kings."

"There is also the heart and liver hangover soup that I have eaten over the years, tsk tsk... there are not 30,000 sets, there are always 20,000 sets..."

"Isn't it true that the king is possessed by evil spirits? Why don't you quickly find some young ladies and let the three kings rejoice?"

The three Buddhas looked gloomy, and were about to have a seizure, but found that there was no magic power left in their bodies, and their strength was only equivalent to that of a martial artist who had practiced ordinary boxing and kicking for three to five years.

The magical power to subdue dragons and subdue tigers, to move mountains and seas!

Facing the pretty little girls with tear-stained faces who were forcefully pushed to their side by the gang of minions who had no idea where they came from, the faces of the three Buddhas became increasingly ugly.

There are all kinds of colors!

Following Da Feitian and his entourage, many monks who entered the ancient city of Loulan encountered all kinds of troubles that gave them endless headaches... Some had an easy life, some had a difficult life, and some had a huge harvest and various situations.

To name a few!

And the ones who had the easiest time were undoubtedly the hundreds of millions of great Taoist monks in the Vajra Sumeru Mountain!

I don't know why, maybe because these Taoist monks were all 'transformed' by Lu Qian. They adhere to one heart, have the same breath, and have the same beliefs. They and Little Vajra Sumeru Mountain were teleported to one place.

location.

The Little Vajra Sumeru Mountain, which is tens of thousands of miles long, was slapped heavily on the ground. There was boundless wildness in all directions. Countless strange creatures turned into boundless waves and roared towards the Little Vajra Sumeru Mountain.

These Taoist monks have no worries, no worries, no surprises, and no fear. Their faces are like black ice and their hearts are like ancient wells. They rely on the powerful Buddhist array prohibition rebuilt by Dafeitian himself on the Little Vajra Sumeru Mountain to form an unprecedented scale.

The huge Buddhist formation wiped out all the aliens coming in waves.

Countless aliens were killed, and the strength of these Taoist monks was slowly increasing little by little.

As for the aliens who were killed, their luck and destiny followed some mysterious connections, penetrated the strange restrictions of the ancient city of Loulan, and were injected into Lu Qian's body across the air.

The luck pagoda above Lu Qian's head is getting higher, wider and thicker little by little. The reliefs of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the pagoda are constantly increasing, and they are becoming more and more lifelike like living creatures...wisps of colorful and smart luck.

The breath rolled down and turned into a huge treasure building, completely covering Lu Qian.

He carried Monk Jise and strode towards the geomagnetic Yuan Dao that was flying towards them. Hearing the piercing strange sound that broke through the sky, Monk Jise finally screamed at the top of his lungs: "Senior Brother Fahai, it's easy to say, easy to say...

What do you want? It’s easy for us to talk!”

Lu Qian said quietly: "I don't want anything anymore, I don't want anything anymore... If I open my mouth now, it would seem like I'm taking advantage of others' danger... I don't want anything anymore, let's live and die together like this.

Falling here together, maybe we are luckier than many Buddhist predecessors in the past, and we can escape back to Liangyi Heaven with a trace of our remaining souls?"

The sound of "chichi" was heard endlessly. Lu Qian's body-protecting Buddha's light was cut open layer by layer. Deep cracks were cut into his face, palms, and many exposed parts of his body. The golden Buddha's blood exuded pounds.

The ripples of Dao Yun are constantly splashing outward.

With a sound of 'chila', a geomagnetic knife cut two inches below Monk Jie Se's waist, and cut off a large piece of fat meat the size of a palm from his fat buttocks. The trembling piece of meat fell to the ground, and Monk Jie Se let out a

Howling pitifully like a wild boar.

"Senior Brother Fa Hai, help me... Junior Brother, there are quite a few good treasures here that we can't use. Please don't dislike them, please accept them as soon as possible!" Monk Jingse howled at the top of his lungs.

"That's not okay...it looks like I'm taking advantage of the situation!" Lu Qian shook his head repeatedly and allowed several geomagnetic knives to cut through his body, and opened several extremely deep wounds on his head. Small, palm-sized wounds

The geomagnetic knife collided with the solid bones, making the harsh sound of the knife wheel cutting the steel plate, and even sparks flying.

Lu Qian endured the pain. The Geomagnetic Yuan Dao was indeed very sharp. It cut deep cracks into his such strong bones.

"Senior Brother Fa Hai, Yi Bo Yuntian, who is taking advantage of the situation?" Monk Jingse shouted loudly.

Another geomagnetic knife cut through, and another large wound was cut on the monk's arm, almost cutting off his entire arm.

"Then, I am not taking advantage of others' danger?" Lu Qian asked the monk Jise very seriously. More than thirty geomagnetic yuan knives hit Lu Qian's chest in succession, and layers of Buddha's light were cut open, freeing his cassock.

It also made a slight cry, and was cut with dozens of tiny, inch-long slits.

The Buddha's light surged, and the rips in the liberation cassock were rapidly healing, but it was obvious that these attacks had also caused considerable damage to Him.

Lu Qian was secretly horrified, but he still looked at Monk Jingse with a calm expression: "I thought we should accept our fate?"

The monk Jingse gasped and threw the twelve top-quality Buddhist treasures including the Buddhist beads, the pillar, the lotus platform, and the Buddhist niche that he had used to protect his body in Lu Qian's arms. He grunted and relieved himself of all these Buddhist treasures.

The imprint of the soul in the Buddha's treasure hissed with a cry: "Senior brother, don't be pretentious. As long as you can escape this disaster, these treasures are all my filial piety to you, junior brother!"

Lu Qian sighed: "In other words, if I take these Buddha treasures, there will be no cause and effect between us?"

The abstaining monk immediately swore an extremely vicious oath: "Where is the cause and effect? ​​Senior brother, you saved my life. Junior brother, it's too late for me to be grateful?"

Lu Qian drooped his eyelids, and a geomagnetic blade hit him squarely between the eyebrows, splitting his skull open. There were even a few drops of brain juice that were as crystal clear as glass, as fragrant as borneol, and as thick as glutinous rice.

It spilled out of the wound.

Lu Qian groaned in pain and almost fainted from the pain.

He was not pretending at all, he really couldn't resist the terrifying attack of the golden-headed general... If the golden-headed general was allowed to use his magical powers, he and the monk Jiese would really perish here!
To be continued...