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The sword pierced the black armor and white clothes, touching the skin. {
Kuang Tianyou felt the horror of death, and an incredible color appeared in her eyes. He has inherited the blood of God God, so powerful that even the wind can't hurt him. Even more powerful is his resilience, even if he is dismembered and decapitated, he will never die, even being mistakenly called an immortal existence.
The word death is really unfamiliar.
When his mind turned, his reaction was not slow, and he grabbed the edge of the sword with his backhand.
Looking back, golden light was shining, facing a pair of quiet pupils, grinning and said: "I think you have any tricks? Ah!"
Suddenly he felt a tingling pain in the palm of his hand, and blood gushed out, dyed the Sword of Killing Buddha red, and instantly turned into flames, and continued to burn along the torn wound.
"Go away!"
Kuang Tianyou waved her hand fiercely and waved Xiao An away. I saw that my right hand and wrist were all burning, and in a blink of an eye it was burning to the elbow.
With a cross in his heart, the strong man broke his wrist. The whole right arm was split at the root and turned into a ball of flame in mid-air.
Xiao An feels a little regretful, if this sword stabs the key, he is very sure that it can kill him. No matter how strong his physique is and how fast he recovers, he will never escape death. Even if it just stabbed him in the torso, it could hurt him severely.
Although he had cut off one of his arms now, there would be no second chance.
That gleam of vitality was suddenly cut off.
"How dare you hurt me!"
Besides, God blessed his fangs bursting, his face was full of grimness, and he roared sharply. That sword not only cut off his arm, but also injured his soul. And dignity.
This feeling is like when a human is teasing an ant, he gets a bite back suddenly, and the pain is enough. The ant is still poisonous, and it can only be forced to amputate to save its life. This is a sad joke.
Annoyed into anger, the violent breath rushed, the chess mound shook violently, and even the rushing sea of blood approached him. It dries up immediately.
Xiaoan held Xian Qijian. The man and the sword are united, out of the chess mound, flies south.
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, although knowingly there is no life. But she wouldn't be disturbed by emotions and sit still.
Unexpected. The "zombie" didn't chase him out immediately. It made her a little strange, did that sword hit him hard
In the chess mound, Kuang Tianyou knelt on the ground with the green veins exposed on his forehead. Bringing all the power to the right shoulder, a granulation sprout grows out, and there are five forks on the top of the granulation sprout, vaguely like a small hand.
He was confident that one hand could kill the bones, but he didn't want to run out with a broken arm in full view. It was a shame and a big humiliation, and he would surely be a laughingstock in the path of hungry ghosts.
And in those many eyes, there is also his own master.
Originally such a "small injury" can be recovered with a turn of the mind, it is nothing more than a waste of energy, but now I find that it is not that simple. The big banyan tree king of the towering city, the sword mark is already very small, but it still exists. How can it be so easy to heal wounded by the sword of killing the Buddha.
"Damn! Damn! Damn! I must kill you!"
Xiaoan headed south all the way to the territory of Longzhou, and stopped at the foot of Longshou Mountain.
The condensed golden dragon roared at her, and the dragon's roar resounded like an alarm, resounding through the imperial court.
Emperor Daxia, San Gong and Jiuqing, all came to the top of the mountain, looking down at the white figure through the floating clouds under their feet.
"It's the enemy of Buddha, what does she want to do?"
Qian Rongzhi was also among the people. He hadn't survived the three catastrophes, but he was very courteous, and he could even be tied with Emperor Daxia. A little bit proud of the spring breeze, but now a layer of haze is in his eyes, and he already understands Xiao An's intentions.
There is no stupid person in the audience, and they all understand.
Zuo Guoshi said angrily: "The enemy of Buddha wants to lead that corpse emperor to the imperial court!"
For her, although Kyushu is big, there is no way out, and all available forces must be used. Only by relying on Xian Qijian to break through the imperial palace formation and enter it. However, we must seize the opportunity to bring disaster to the east, otherwise it will cause internal and external troubles. The Imperial Court of Great Xia also regarded her as a mortal enemy. She would never take a risk unless forced to do so.
Zuo Guoshi said in advance: "Your Majesty, it is better to take this opportunity to kill the enemy of Buddha!"
Regardless of time and place, the enemy of Buddha is the chief enemy of Buddhism. As for the demons and corpses, they have to wait.
With a sneer, everyone looked at Qian Rongzhi, Zuo Guoshi frowned and said, "Why fellow Taoists laugh?"
Qian Rongzhi said: "I laughed at the national teacher, we don't know the priority. We will fight against the Buddha first. Do you think you will thank us when the emperor comes? Will you sit and watch us sacrifice to the sky? If the sacrifice to the sky fails, it is The best result of burning jade and stone is nothing more than becoming a ghoul."
Zuo Guoshi's expression changed, but thinking of her identity, and the three gongs and nine princes beside her also expressed their approval, and had to bear with it.
Emperor Daxia asked: "Does fellow Daoists have any ideas?"
Qian Rongzhi said: "If she wants to come in, let her in, don't attack her, put down the hatred first, and join her to fight against the corpse emperor."
Emperor Daxia said: "I'm afraid that it won't be able to fight, that is definitely not an ordinary corpse emperor."
"It can be delayed for a while, and we will immediately start offering sacrifices to the heavens!"
The Book of Etiquette: "But it's not ready yet."
Qian Rongzhi said, "I can't take care of so much anymore. When this world is completely swallowed by the Hungry Ghost Dao, I can only sacrifice to the ghost."
Emperor Daxia glanced at the sky, and suddenly found that in those countless pairs of eyes, there was a blue star, which was very small and dim, but it was definitely not an eye.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared again, and he could not think about it, he had already made up his mind, and ordered: "Start offering sacrifices to the heavens!"
The group immediately came to a high altar in the middle of the imperial court.
The high altar has two rounds inside and outside, with an outer circle and an inner square, high in the north and low in the south. The exquisitely carved white jade railing is obviously different from the style of alien architecture, and it must be built by humans. Although it is not huge, it is simple and majestic. It is the "Temple of Heaven."
Qian Rongzhi walked to the Temple of Heaven alone, about to plant the climbing vines in the middle of the Temple, suddenly raised his head, and saw a dark blue star, which was extremely shining and dazzling.
Everyone followed her gaze, and the star disappeared again.
Not long this time, the stars appeared again, like a blue moon, bright and shining all over Kyushu.
From the South China Sea shark people to the Shuangzhou herdsmen, all the creatures are looking in the distance, asking: "What is that?"
Xiao'an looked up, and suddenly felt her heartbeat. The hypocritical mass of flesh and blood seemed to have really become the pillar of life, beating with every twinkle of stars.
This feeling is unusually cordial, unusually familiar.
When the blue moon flashed again, it broke through the malicious sky, dragging its long tail, like a huge and unmatched meteor, flying towards Longshou Mountain.
Everyone in the imperial court was shocked. If such a meteor hits Longshou Mountain, the consequences would be disastrous.
Xiaoan looked up obsessively, as if she was a girl wishing for a meteor.
The meteor fell at the foot of the mountain, melted into the void like a broken soap bubble, and disappeared.
Before Xiao An recovered, she was hugged tightly in her arms, and his voice came from her ear: "I miss you so much!"
The world seemed to be shaking, and all the feelings since the separation suddenly came to my heart. Those longings and pains, grievances and guilt turned the ethereal and tranquil lake into a turbulent sea, and calmed down in his arms.
All wishes have been fulfilled.
"Qingshan..." (To be continued...)
ps: Let Qingshan and Xiaoan have a reunion year, I wish everyone's wishes can be realized. R527
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