Zhou Wen's eyes flickered strangely, and he was about to activate the pupil mirror transformed by the young son of the candle dragon, and use the vision of the hole candle to kill the fierce Garuda.
Who knew but suddenly heard a loud bang, coming from the center of the Buddha's eyebrows.
Garuda seemed to have been awakened, but he didn't pursue Zhou Wen any more, and looked up at the big Buddha.
Zhou Wen also looked over, and saw that Leng Zongzheng had already arrived in front of the Guardian's Cocoon, holding a knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife pierced the Guardian's Cocoon.
But inside the cocoon of the guardian, a hand broke out of the cocoon and grabbed the tip of the long knife that Leng Zong was stabbing.
That hand glowed with Buddha's light, it was white and clean, and it didn't look tough, but it held a sharp blade, and the blade didn't even hurt that hand at all.
"The sound just now, no wonder it was the sound of the palm breaking out of the cocoon?" Zhou Wen was wondering when he heard another click.
The knife in Leng Zongzheng's hand was actually broken by that hand.
Leng Zongzheng stepped back, staring at the cocoon of the guardian solemnly, and muttered to himself: "It's still too late, has it developed to this point?"
Except for the tyrant Behemoth who was still chasing the monk-clothed skeleton with a violent hammer, everyone stopped and looked at the guardian cocoon.
Click! Click!
The guardian was constantly broken, and pieces of crystal clear fragments fell down, emitting a clean Buddha light from the cocoon.
The Buddha statues in the entire Buddhist country seemed to come to life at this moment, and the golden Buddha statues, whether they were statues or carvings on the wall, unexpectedly heard the sound of chanting sutras.
In the entire Buddhist kingdom, the mysterious murmur echoed like a mantra, as if praying, but also as if welcoming the arrival of something.
Accompanied by the murmur, golden Buddha light rose from all the Buddha statues, and that Buddha light gathered towards the center of the Buddha's eyebrows, and flowed into the ruptured companion egg.
Click! Click!
Most of the cocoon formed by the crystal silk has been shattered, and Zhou Wen and the others can already see the creatures in the guardian's cocoon.
It was a bhikkhu dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, which seemed to be no different from a human being, except that on his forehead, there was a white hair, crystal clear like jade, with spiral patterns.
He sat cross-legged in the cocoon, and countless Buddha lights gathered in front of him, turning into a series of beads, which automatically formed a string in front of him, forming a string of golden beads.
As the light of Buddha condensed more and more, the figure of Buddha appeared on the beads.
When the guardian's cocoon was completely shattered, the string of Buddhist beads was finally fully condensed and fell into the hands of the monk who was sitting with his eyes closed.
With the Buddhist beads in hand, the entire Buddhist kingdom became quiet, the muttering sounds like chanting scriptures disappeared, and the Buddha light on the Buddha statue also disappeared.
"I was born and the Buddha died..." The bhikkhu slowly opened his eyes, the eyes were so clean that one felt that just looking at him was a blasphemy to him.
But as the bhikkhu's voice sounded, all the Buddha statues in the entire Buddhist kingdom were shattered, and even the giant Buddha statue, which was more than a thousand feet high, also collapsed.
The entire Buddhist statue is falling apart, sinking slowly in the void.
The monk-clothed skeleton and Garuda tremblingly made prayers to the bhikkhu who was holding a Buddhist bead and exuding the supreme Buddha's light.
The monk held a Buddhist bead in one hand, and pressed the air with the other hand.
I saw a huge palm print appearing on the land of the Buddha Kingdom, and the tyrant Behemoth, who wanted to continue attacking the monk's clothes and skeletons, was photographed abruptly into the ground.
Zhou Wen was startled, and quickly took the tyrant Beamon back. Fortunately, the tyrant Beamon was not killed, but only slightly injured.
However, in the state of absolute strength, he was forcibly suppressed and even suffered a little injury. The strength of that bhikkhu is unimaginable.
"Principal, do you want to retreat?" An Sheng asked in horror as he moved quickly through the collapsing Buddhist kingdom.
"There's nowhere to retreat. I'll deal with him. You can decide what to do with those two." Leng Zong replied without turning his head, then looked at the monk and asked, "What's your name?"
"The Buddha is gone." The bhikkhu replied.
Leng Zongzheng didn't speak, but on his body, one after another divine light rose up, and those divine lights condensed and formed in front of him, turning into a beautiful goddess in black with a harp in her arms.
"Guardian? Principal Leng actually has a guardian?" Zhou Wen saw the black-clothed goddess holding a harp in front of Leng Zong, and immediately recognized her identity. It turned out to be a guardian.
"What's your name?" Bhikkhu asked looking at the goddess holding the harp.
"Shenqin." When the goddess replied, her figure had turned into streamers of light, which merged into Leng Zongzheng's body, and at the same time formed a black dress on Leng Zongzheng's body.
Leng Zongzheng's aura also changed drastically because of the integration of Shenqin, just like a devil in a dress.
Leng Zong was sitting in the air, and the magic piano throne had already appeared in front of him. The castle-like vertical pipes and rows of piano keys exuded a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
It is different from the throne of the magic piano that Zhou Wen saw last time. This time, because Leng Zongzheng has broken through the god level with the help of Shenqin, the throne of the magic piano has become even more terrifying. Palpitating brilliance.
Leng Zong was pressing the keys with both hands, and the sound of the piano came from the huge vertical pipe like a castle.
Zhou Wen didn't think there was anything special about the sound of the piano, but the beads in Fo Mie's hands were shining brightly, as if they were fighting against some kind of power.
Zhou Wen didn't have time to listen to the magic of the piano sound, because the Garuda had already rushed towards Leng Zongzheng, as if to help the Buddha die.
Zhou Wen immediately released two golden war god halberds to attack the Garuda from one side, and also chopped the golden tyrant sword in his hand.
The bald parrot, standing on Zhou Wen's shoulder, also called out to the golden-winged bird: "Little eagle... your father is here..."
The Monk's Skeleton also wanted to rush towards Leng Zongzheng, An Sheng rushed over to stop him, but An Sheng only had one love letter, which was at the mythical level, and that love letter was far from being the opponent of the Monk's Skeleton, so he had to keep backing away, using various strange skills to hold him back. The footsteps of monk-clothed skeletons.
Seeing that An Sheng was in danger, Zhou Wen summoned the tyrant Beamon again and asked him to help An Sheng fight against the monk's skeleton.
The tyrant Behemoth suffered some injuries just now, but fortunately, the injuries were not serious. After rushing into the collapsing Buddhist kingdom, he immediately reactivated his absolute power.
For some unknown reason, the monk-clothed skeleton faced the tyrant Behemoth bravely, and at the same time stuffed the crystals in his hands into the sockets of his eyes.
As soon as the crystals entered the eye sockets, golden light burst out immediately, causing the bones of the monk-clothed skeleton to burn with golden flames, as if bathed in the fire of Nirvana.
boom!
The bone fist of the monk's skeleton and the fist of the tyrant Beamon collided, and they were evenly matched, and no one took advantage. The terrifying shock wave generated by the collision of forces completely destroyed the already broken street.