How great is the self-destruction of a star king?

It is no exaggeration to say that if the Futu Mountain had not been blessed by so many generations of Buddhist masters, if the explosion did not happen here, but instead changed to a mountain of similar size, the collapse on the top of the mountain would be enough to trigger a huge mountain collapse from top to bottom... burying all living creatures in a radius of miles.

And the explosion of "Mu Heng" happened here.

Countless talismans flew out, resisting the aftermath...

The most surging impact occurred in Ning Yi's locked sword energy barrier.

Pei Yatou's expression suddenly changed.

She rushed forward suddenly, and Hongzhu was picked up by her and poked towards the sword energy barrier. However, unexpectedly... Ning Yi's sword energy did not stop the girl at all.

A "pang" sound!

Open the umbrella.

Very tacit understanding.

The thin snow and the red candle are stretched out at the same time—

The vast starry light washed over the two tough umbrellas like a torrent. The starry light turbulent that Mu Heng "detonated" was like a boiling river. Two oil paper umbrellas were like fragile flowers rolling in the river that could die at any time.

The men and women under the umbrella snuggled together hard.

So the two waves have roots.

Ning Yi's overdrawn new word scroll stood under the surface of the opened umbrella and laid a brand new sword bone.

He groaned, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

Not just the body.

The sea of ​​gods was also severely impacted!

The rumbling aftermath spreads on the top of the mountain, at the moment when the sunset at the Xu hour and the first moon alternate. This unexpected starlight of the Buddha looks more like a long-planned "fireworks of prosperity" in the eyes of believers in Lingshan!

Countless cheers and excitement rushed into the sky with the fireworks from all over Lingshan.

...

...

The noise at the foot of the mountain is not louder than the explosion on the mountain.

The explosion sound on the mountain was blown away by the strong wind.

The smoke, dust, flying sand, rocks, sword energy that turned into debris, and the ancient talismans flying all over the sky... all returned to Xu Mi with the aftermath of the explosion.

And those who fell with these.

There is also a faint smell of blood.

Xixue and Hongzhu opened the old pine tree that Muheng fell. The "umbrella surface" refined by the talismans had been impacted and collapsed, leaving only the broken cloth strips, and the umbrella bones were still firm... but the price was terrible. It resisted the unreserved self-destruction of the next star king, almost exhausting all the savings in Ning Yisheng's letter.

The young man's hair on his sideburns became three more white.

He hugged the girl together, with his back against the umbrella, and took most of the impact.

The black robe was already in rags.

The back skin was blooming, and the flesh was covered in blood.

This time, there was no recovery again. Without the blessing of the new word scroll, Ning Yi's body was only slightly stronger than the ordinary life star, but Zixia, who was holding the sword, appeared on the white bones... Zixia, who once saved Ning Yi's life in Changling, could only start repairing the bone injuries this time.

The person who was hugged by Ning Yi tightly in his arms was temporarily lost in shock, and Pei Yatou's body could not be compared with Ning Yi... The wounds of the White Emperor, coupled with such a violent impact, made her soul fall into a coma.

Ning Yi's eyes turned white.

Want to struggle to stand up.

But it cannot be done...the body is not controlled by mind.

The last time I suffered such a serious injury, it was in the world of the demon clan.

At that time, the "new word volume" was full, and it would not take long for me to recover my combat power.

A mistaken plan.

He shouldn't have been careless... After spending a lot of energy to treat the girl, he didn't have much savings in his heavenly book, but he was normal against the enemy, with Ning Yi's sword energy and realm.

There are no enemies or threats in Lingshan territory.

That's why the current tragic situation is caused.

What made Ning Yi feel a little confused was that he smelled a faint smell of blood.

Not your own blood.

It's not the girl's blood either.

The faint smell of blood, with a wisp of strands and not rich "sandalwood", can be often smelled in the main hall of Buddhism, and has been influenced by Buddhism.

People... It is said that after those "monks" who practice Buddhism burn their bodies after death, they can burn Buddha's bones and relics, and even their ashes are stained with a rich sandalwood aura.

But this sandalwood aura is not strong.

The master of blood...practice of Buddhism.

He cultivated Buddha's blood.

But the realm is not high.

Ning Yi hugged the girl with difficulty and slowly turned around. In the smoke and dust, he stared at a thick Zen stick, breaking through layers of flesh and blood, and the top was stained with sticky blood.

The blood "ticks" and the dust broke, and a pool of red blood gathered on the ground.

This Zen Staff is only three feet away from him.

But it pierced the bodies of the two people.

Song Yiren with her back to her.

There is also the Cinnabar Girl who stood on tiptoe and hugged Song Yiren.

The two men were penetrated by a stick.

The Buddhist boy holding a Zen stick with one hand, his cassock fluttered and stood in the smoke and dust, as quiet as a dead person, and his other hand stood in front of his chest, like a wooden carving.

But there was a dark and silent tide in his eyes.

The lark's voice was very light, "Little Jinglian, why should it be like this?"

There was no mercy in his voice.

No sympathy.

But there is no ridicule or joking.

Everything on the top of the mountain, anyone who sees it, is an absurd drama or farce.

The thin and gentle boy in blue clothes is now like an old man who has lived through the wind and frost for a hundred years, and his tone of speech is not a slight emotional fluctuation.

He looked like a dead person.

Maybe he was a dead person.

At the last moment, Song Yiren stopped Ning Yi behind him and prepared to block the stick and kill him.

This disaster.

In the end, Cinnabar fought for him.

The scarlet Zen stick was full of red blood, and the karma of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was stained with the resentment of the dead soul, pierced through the chest of the red-armored girl. The pale face of the cinnabar radiated a trace of black evil aura. She frowned her beautiful brows and hugged her sweetheart who was close to her intimate place.

Song Yiren was stunned.

He looked at the scarlet Zen stick foolishly, and his body was also chiseled through, but the blocking of cinnabar made the Zen stick move a position... deviated from his heart, but he pulled the little girl away from the ground with her feet, leaving only her toes on her tiptoe.

Song Yiren's voice suddenly trembled.

"……Why?"

He vomited out in one breath.

Cinnabar's hands were very hard.

She spoke harder, but still seemed weak.

"Young Master..."

She hasn't called Mr. Song Yiren for a long time.

She laughed hard, but she was even more ugly than crying.

"I am your immortal lock..."

Song Yiren hugged the petite body that was as angry as she was, and rubbed her into her arms with force. The pain in her body could be ignored at this moment. The severe pain of heartbreak made his eyes dark, and his heart seemed to be pinching hard with someone with his palm!

A circle of golden ripples visible to the naked eye rippled out on the surface of the skin.

Over the years, the Vajra body created by the two Nirvana injected into Song Yiren's body has burst out with amazing power at this moment, fighting against Ksitigarbha's karma!

His head lowered, but the volume increased.
To be continued...