In the dark and deep cave, only a beam of sky beamed in. Li Qingshan lay on a patch of rubble, his eyes staring at Venus.
Every inch of his body was screaming, every nerve was howling, even the soul was hit hard, a finger was unable to move, but it trembled slightly at a very fast speed, his face was a little fuzzy, he was silent Digesting the power of this punch.
The power of "梼杌" is too strong, it is simply crushing everything.
He was almost "paralyzed" by a punch. If Tu Wancheng was not so confident, he would rush to make up a few punches, he would really be beaten to death.
Even for him, in a war of this scale, there is no safety at all, let alone a certainty of victory.
Fortunately, he was used to it, wandering on the edge of life and death again and again, chasing hope in despair.
The fighting spirit in his eyes is even more intense, what if he gets beaten up with a punch, just get up again. The soldiers were still fighting in the front, and he never doubted that they would carry out his orders to the end.
Forced to endure the **** who rushed out immediately, must wait for the injury to recover, and send out a request for help by the way: "Ah, you don't come again, I'm going to be beaten to death."
A skeletal rosary rolled out of his arms and turned into a small skeletal monster. The sound of teeth colliding seemed to be a quack and a grinning, spit out a samādhi bone fire, which condensed into three words in mid-air: "I coming."
Li Qingshan smiled slightly, this is his real "trump card". In this battle, he didn't come to die.
The small world speeds up, and the earth, fire and geomantic are endless. From the body to the soul, everything is recovering quickly.
At the same time, the eyes flashed with a faint blue light, showing an exquisite hexagonal shape, like two small spiritual turtle mysterious armors, using "Xuanguang Xuanshi" to focus on the battle.
The performance of the true disciples was worse than he expected, and there was not even one who dared to die with the enemy, otherwise so many human emperors would join forces with the demon emperor. Absolutely can threaten "梼杌", the raid of the fire army god may be able to succeed.
As a result, a large group of people didn't even show half of their strength, just waiting to be smashed by the "梼杌". It's not even as good as an ordinary sergeant. This is not a strategy or a power gap, it is simply a lack of willpower.
"Hey, the higher your status, the more you cherish your life!"
However, at this time, what's the use of cherishing your life, wait until "Yang Lu" frees up your hands. I'm afraid none of these guys can get away safely.
The way of practice is never just a fight between power and strength, but also a confrontation between will and will. War has always been a confrontation of will at the highest level, and there is only one dead end for the weak.
"Hey, Senior Sister Ruan!"
Ruan Yaozhu's performance also surprised him. Although some of the spirit was stimulated, the strong willpower he showed, and the decisiveness in the fight to the death, far surpassed the ordinary true disciples. It is not just those seeds that are exerting their power, otherwise they will be replaced by others. How dare you go deep into the Demon Realm at this time.
"Oh, she's going to be targeted."
Li Qingshan looked at her with a solemn expression, how could she watch her being killed, slowly stood up and raised her arms.
When he slapped his palm, he opened his hands abruptly, using the ox-devil supernatural power-the earth force field-at the moment of the moment, pulling her back from hell.
Ruan Yaozhu also reacted extremely quickly, taking advantage of his strength to fly away, and flew straight into the belly of the mountain. He plunged into his arms and said in surprise: "You are still alive!"
Li Qingshan smiled and said, "Senior Sister thought I was dead?"
Ruan Yaozhu broke away from his embrace and urged: "Go away!"
Li Qingshan smiled and said, "Where does the elder sister want me to go?"
"Get out of here!" Ruan Yaozhu said flatly, "Here is still within the attack range of'Yangtiao'."
"how about you?"
"I am a true disciple of the Vientiane Sect, and the brothers and sisters are still fighting. How can I steal my life?"
Li Qingshan was shocked and moved: "Then if I leave, who will protect you?"
Ruan Yaozhu blinked, looked at him with a strange look, and suddenly kissed him gently on the side of his face.
The nine-color deer rushed to see this scene. I yelled in my heart: "Injustice!"
Li Qingshan froze for a moment, and touched his cheek: "Sister, you..."
Ruan Yaozhu's face was a little red, but he was very calm: "Qingshan, you have fulfilled your responsibilities and have not failed my trust."
Jiu Selu shouted: "Li Qingshan, catch her, the big deal is that I will fulfill you!"
Li Qingshan always follow the advice at this time, hugged Ruan Yaozhu in his arms and kissed her pink lips, before letting go of her for a long time: "Ha, it's so happy!"
"You are shameless! You are presumptuous!"
Ruan Yaozhu's face flushed and was extremely angry. Determined that if they want to force her to stay, she will force her to death. Thinking of this, but wept again. In any case, she was going to die.
"Senior sister, don't cry!" Li Qingshan helped her wipe away her tears, and said proudly: "We haven't lost this battle yet!"
From the battlefield under Black Cloud City to the demon realm in the distance, it is a bloody road made of sacrifices.
The abbot of Yangon led all the disciples of the Pure Land Temple, standing on this road. The shouts and killings on the battlefield shook the sky, as if they were close at hand, and the huge figure of "梼杌" could not be ignored.
He glanced worryingly, then sat down on the floor and put down the wooden fish. The disciples also sat around him and began to recite the scriptures.
Rounds of golden light bloomed and began to purify the land.
This is their task, to cut off this sacrificial road, the battlefield will no longer belong to the scope of the demon realm, and the demon emperors will lose their geographical advantage. The battlefield situation will change drastically, or even reverse.
However, things are far from that simple. The war has been going on for too long, and both sides are well aware of each other's tactics. With such obvious loopholes, how can the demons have no countermeasures
Not long before the light of the pure land shining, a demon army composed entirely of cavalry arrived. There were tens of thousands of people, riding a fierce beast, and heading towards the abbot of Yangon under the command of the demon king.
The demon king waved his iron halberd, and the condensed monster rushed toward his face: "The bald donkey is killed!"
Looking down from a high altitude, a team of hundreds of monks, in front of ten thousand demons cavalry, is like a man's arm.
The abbot of Yangon gave a stern look, knocked the wooden fish hard, knocked and stopped, every word: "Nan, Wu, A, Mi, Tu, Buddha!"
Behind him rises a golden Buddha, and behind him is a round of Buddha's light.
Every time a word is uttered and a wooden fish is knocked, the military-qi monster suffers a severe blow, and after the six-character, it suddenly collapses.
The crazy demons were confused, pain and regret intertwined, holding their heads and throwing away their weapons. The Warcraft directly bowed to the ground, whimpering. The devil also shook, as if drunk.
Like a flower, the Big Buddha gently held the Demon King and squeezed it exploded.
The monks cheered for a while, even if they were in the Demon Realm, the abbot of Yangon did not fear this kind of army without the command of the Demon Emperor. The Demon Emperor was still a bit threatened. The Demon King was coming to die, but his expression became more solemn instead.
Because the second army of demons arrived later, it was still led by the demon king, with only 10,000 people behind, driving the demons in front to advance, and immediately beheaded if they didn't advance.
The demons rushed in chaos, the monks were guarding the abbot and had to kill the precepts. The demonic soil that had just been slightly purified was contaminated again.
When the big Buddha killed the second demon king and the demon army began to hesitate again, the third demon army arrived again and flooded the monk led by the abbot of Yangon.
Even though there was no threat to him, with three demon kings and thirty thousand demons, he completely destroyed the plan of the abbot of Yangon and dragged down a two-fruited Arhat.
At this time, I saw the basalt army god and the blazing army god in the distance, and they were defeated by "Zhang Lu" one after another. They were still entangled in the army of the demons. It would not be necessary to kill or not to kill.
"Abbot, what should I do?"
The abbot of Yangon let out a long sigh, seeing the demons rushing in, one by one sinking into evil ways, obsessed with not understanding, and an ignorant anger rose in his heart, and he recited the six-character mantra: "Omba, chanting!"
A look of anger flashed across the face of the Buddha, incarnate in angrily, the golden Buddha clothes faded, his muscles knotted, his skin was black, fierce, terrifying, and fierce. Phase, turned into the King of Ming.
Take a leap, descend into the army of demons, and kill!
Breaking all the magic barriers, the blood of the direct killing flowed into a river, and the corpses were all over the field, and they still kept their hands.
King Ming opened the way, and the abbot of Yangon got up and walked towards the battlefield: "Follow me to live in bliss!"
The monks folded their hands together and said in unison: "Rebirth to bliss and return to the pure land forever."
When the abbot of Yangon moved his ears, he heard a strange ringing sound, like a silver thread, penetrating the noisy battlefield.
Strands of pale flames spread from the direction of the Demon Realm. As soon as they touched the corpses of the demons, they burned more vigorously as the fire meets the oil. Even the "sacrifices" buried deep in the ground and the magic blood infiltrated into the soil were all ignited, in a blink of an eye. It burned into a big fire and burned to the demons again.
They burned out in the flames, there was no pain on their faces, but a smile of peace and joy, very strange, it seemed that it was not the monks who were going to die in bliss, but them.
In the midst of the raging fire, the abbot of Yangon opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't believe it: "Sanmai white bone fire!" Perhaps his face was pale in the light of the fire.
"Bone Bodhisattva?" (To be continued.)
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