"Bang! Bang!"
With a dull blow, Qin Hao's fist hit the swastika Buddha seal hard, scattering the Buddha's light. Then there was an explosion, and a gap was made in the Buddha seal formed by the gathering of true energy. The Buddha's light spread all over the sky like falling stars, falling on the ground, trees, flowers and grass, and the high-heat energy directly burned them into small holes.
Qin Hao's condition didn't look very good at the moment. His fist was pitch black and covered with burning marks. His right arm had been dislocated from his shoulder and was hanging on his waist. He was panting heavily, and his spurts almost condensed into substance. He was white and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Zhaoti Seng didn't seem to intend to take advantage of the victory. Instead, he sat cross-legged opposite Qin Hao. Regardless of the dust on the ground staining his red monk's clothes, he closed his eyes and turned his rosary beads to recite an unknown Buddhist sutra.
The sharp and piercing sound of Buddhist scriptures penetrated Qin Hao's ears and reached his brain, like the sound of nature, making his whole body relax, his muscles became relaxed and no longer so tense, and the smile on his face became thicker and thicker.
Suddenly, Qin Hao opened his eyes suddenly, with blazing golden flames burning in his eyes, and a vicissitudes of ancient aura slowly emanated from his body, bringing a strong sense of oppression, giving people a feeling that the sky was almost falling. Feel.
"Old bald donkey, do you think you can save me like this?"
Qin Hao held the shoulder of his right arm with his left hand, and twisted his wrist lightly. He heard a click, and the dislocated right arm was reattached. He shook his arm slightly and did not feel any discomfort.
Zhaoti Monk had already entered the realm of a master, and was so sensitive to aura that he almost instantly felt the terrifying and strange aura emanating from Qin Hao's body. His face changed slightly, and his face was full of sadness. He looked at Qin Hao with heavy eyes and shook his head: " I know you can't escape, you have become a demon, you can only kill it, but you cannot transcend it."
"Can you kill me?" Qin Hao sneered, his eyes full of contempt.
"Amitabha..." Monk Zhaoti murmured softly, with an expression neither happy nor sad, and shook his head slightly: "You can't kill him, but you can give it a try. However, I have a question that I would like to ask Donor Qin to answer for me. Now you, Are you still the same person you were just now?"
Qin Hao's expression froze, and the golden flames in his eyes were beating extremely irregularly, as if they were swaying in the wind. After a while, he suddenly burst out laughing: "Is there any difference? I am Qin Hao now, and I am still the same person just now. It’s also Qin Hao. Aren’t the Qin Hao now and the Qin Hao just now both me? I am me, I am Qin Hao!”
"No, there is a difference." Zhao Tiseng's eyes opened slightly, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and he sighed: "At least, you are not who you were just now, you are not Donor Qin, you are a demon!"
"Nonsense, monstrous words to confuse the public!" Qin Hao's expression changed, and he roared loudly. The evil energy condensed all over his body was wrapped around and flying like a dragon and snake. He stepped hard on his feet and shot towards the retreating monk like a cannonball, mixed with With a power that could destroy the world.
Before the punch came, Zhaoti monk felt like a whirlwind passing by in front of him. His beard and monk's clothes were blown back. He quickly used his Buddhist internal energy, and suddenly the Buddha's light burst out, and a protective shield made of Buddha's light covered Zhaoti. In front of the monk, he tried to resist Qin Hao's fist.
When the evil spirit came into contact with the Buddha's light, it was as if it had been corroded, making a hissing sound. The protective shield cracked around the location where Qin Hao's fist struck, and cracks appeared, slowly spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye. , finally opened a big hole, the fist broke through the protective shield, and hit the chest and heart of Monk Zhaoti.
Zhao Tiseng was shocked, although when he felt the powerful ancient aura of Qin Hao, he already understood that even if he stepped into the realm of a master, he might not be able to suppress this weird guy in front of him.
But what he never expected was that Qin Hao obviously had no real Qi cultivation, but the evil energy condensed into essence on his body was more terrifying than the real Qi. It could corrode the real Qi, and his fist penetrated the real Qi and hit him.
Under the crisis, Zhao Tiseng used all his strength, and all his cultivation in the master realm exploded. The yellow Buddha's light wrapped a pair of fleshy palms and slapped Qin Hao's fist.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and Monk Zhaoti felt a huge force coming from him, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Of course, the effects of force are reciprocal, and Qin Hao also suffered a huge rebound force, so that the bluestone floor under his feet suddenly collapsed, and a large pit appeared, and his two small legs were submerged in the ground up to his knees.
However, this amount of strength was just a drop in the bucket for Qin Hao. With his control over the body's muscle strength, he adjusted and removed the strength in almost the blink of an eye, pulled his legs out of the pit, and struck again.
Zhao Tiseng had just stabilized his body at this time. Seeing how powerful Qin Hao was, he did not dare to resist hastily. He stepped lightly, spread his wings like a wild goose and flew forward. He used Qinggong to distance himself from Qin Hao and avoid the attack.
Although Buddhism is not famous for its Qinggong, it is not weak, and is even much stronger than the Qinggong of other sects. I think back when Bodhidharma, the founder of Buddhism, had mastered Qing Gong to great perfection, he could cross a river with a reed, walk on waves, and fly almost like a god.
However, this level of cultivation is already a realm that can only be achieved in legends. At least Zhaoti Monk has now entered the realm of a master, and his cultivation has reached the Innate Perfection, but he still cannot achieve this.
However, compared with Qin Hao who has no energy, Zhao Tiseng is confident that he can get rid of him.
However, the next moment, Monk Zhaoti was shocked and dumbfounded.
Because, Qin Hao had come to him at some point, grinning at him with a ferocious smile, his starry eyes were golden, mixed with dots of scarlet, giving people a strange feeling of being both righteous and evil, both righteous and evil. It feels as if two extremes meet and merge.
What kind of monster is this? Although he clearly has no energy or cultivation, he can catch up with the Qinggong he exerts with all his strength with just two legs. Even if this is not his strong point, he won't be able to outrun the legs made of flesh, right
"Bald donkey! Punch me!" Qin Hao shouted, opened his bow left and right, suddenly struck with both fists, swung out with all his strength, and smashed towards Zhao Tiseng, with great force.
Zhaotineng raised his energy and hurriedly blocked. There was a burst of air, which was a huge explosion of fists and palms colliding. Zhaotineng's energy was immediately dispersed. Waves of ripples shook all around. In an instant, there was a strong wind, flying sand and rocks, and some Small objects with lighter mass were turned into powder in the aftermath of the collision.
The soldiers holding firearms were also knocked around. Duanmulei quickly used his true energy to protect Duanmu Ci, thus preventing Duanmu Ci from being attacked by the aftermath. With his old bones, he was affected by the aftermath at such a close distance. It is estimated that at least two or three bones will be broken.
Under the huge collision, Zhaoti Seng flew backwards. His body swayed in mid-air like a falling leaf for several meters before he could control his body shape. He landed on his feet to avoid falling, but he was still not completely removed. With such force, his legs dragged out two deep grooves of twenty centimeters and five to six meters on the bluestone floor.
PS: It’s my friend’s birthday today. I went out to eat and the update is a little late. There is another update in the early morning. If Su Huanzhen Taoist friend sees this, please add him as a friend. Chu Xin has become obsessed with Su Su recently and wants to catch up. I don’t know where to start. . . . . (To be continued)