Senior Brother San sighed softly.
He put his hands behind his back, and then took a step back.
With just such a step, he blocked Master Yankong's path.
It was like a rock between Master Yankong and Zhou Fei.
Of course, Brother San prefers others to describe him as a chess piece.
Black chess pieces.
He always felt that black chess fits his character.
Master Yankong's eyes changed slightly when he looked at the third brother.
How did he do that step just now
In his own Buddhist kingdom, can this chess master be able to advance and retreat freely
Master Yankong folded his hands together, his eyes were like torches, "Everything is like a dream bubble."
Brother San immediately felt that he was about to be torn apart.
The power sticking to him instantly turned into countless little hands, dragging his body in all directions.
Master Yankong continued to walk.
Still very slow.
Senior Brother Three clenched his fists and stared at Master Yankong with his eyes fixedly. When the two sides were about to pass by for the second time, he said: "The sword of the river, from the sky."
I saw a beam of light falling from the sky.
The light fell in front of Master Yankong, once again blocking his way.
This beam of light was like a sword, cutting through the Buddha Kingdom of Master Yankong abruptly.
Yankong didn't expect that Senior Brother San could actually be good at swordsmanship.
This should be swordsmanship.
If a chess master doesn't study the path of chess well, what does he go to study swordsmanship
The key is to study so hard.
Is the academy really that magical
Can a scholar who only knows how to play chess and chant poems can be transformed into a master spiritual practitioner
Well, apart from playing chess and singing poems, Senior Brother San is also proficient in formations.
But in Guixu, he didn't have the opportunity to use the formation.
Conditions do not allow it.
Yankong must admit that he slightly underestimated the third brother.
He really didn't expect the other party to break his own Buddhist kingdom in one word.
However, Master Yankong did not panic either. He raised his head and glanced at the sky, his eyes full of compassion.
"If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will not be suppressed by evil spirits. Heaven and earth will not tolerate.
Following the Buddha's verse from Master Yankong, the broken Buddha kingdom began to slowly heal again.
The crack that was chopped out was also smoothed out little by little.
At the same time, a lot of shadows appeared in the Buddhist kingdom.
These shadows all braved a faint golden light, one by one, with a serious face and a serious expression. They emerged from everywhere, and then slowly moved closer, merged with each other, merged with each other, and finally turned into a super huge Buddha statue.
The Buddha statue faces Senior Brother San, with his left hand erected on his chest, and his right hand is turned upside down and buckled towards Senior Brother San.
Suppress!
Outsiders can't see this scene, only the third brother can see it.
Guixu is still quiet.
There are no worms, songs, and birds.
However, the roar of angry waves hitting the shore appeared in the ears of the third brother.
As the palm of the Buddha statue gets closer, the pressure on the shoulders also increases
The bigger, the knees began to bend involuntarily, and there was a faint urge to kneel down.
Because Senior Brother San is keen on playing chess all the year round, he looks like a gentle scholar in appearance, gentle and gentle, not the kind of person who can resist pressure at all.
However, at this moment, Senior Brother San broke out with an astonishing ability to withstand pressure.
Facing the coercion from the Buddha statue, the third brother gritted his teeth and would rather die than kneel!
In fact, his knees were only a few centimeters above the ground, and he almost touched the ground several times.
But at such a tiny distance, Senior Brother San refused to give in.
"what!!!"
Senior Brother San raised his head and let out a heartbreaking roar at the Buddha statue, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, spraying all the palms of the Buddha's hands!
Those blood, like high-strength water, actually corroded the palm of the Buddha statue into a huge movement.
Master Yanhui's face changed suddenly.
The figure also shook a few times.
The eyes that looked at the third brother were also full of surprise.
This lunatic!
Turning the aura in the body into blood!
This is a move that directly shakes the foundation of practice.
The people in the academy are simply unreasonable.
However, the more unreasonable things are still to come.
The third brother's eyes opened wide, staring at the Buddha statue.
"How long is the sky? How long is the earth? How long is life? How happy is life? Why bother to die?"
When these questions were raised, the Buddha statue seemed to be stuck and stopped moving.
Especially the last "why die" is even more lethal.
Master Yanhui, who has maintained the entire Buddhist kingdom, trembles rarely in his hands.
His mental state was directly attacked at this moment.
The Buddha statue is fading a little bit.
The rapid changes of Master Yanhui's hands kept forming various handprints. At the same time, various Buddhist scriptures also emerged from his mouth. The shaky Buddhist kingdom was stabilized, and the tendency of the Buddha statue to fade away until it stopped. .
However, the Buddha statue at this moment has faded at least halfway compared to when it first appeared.
"Mr. Three, you are very strong." After stabilizing the entire Buddhist kingdom, Master Yanhui spoke again, his voice indifferent as if floating from the sky, "However, the heaven is clear, the fate is fixed, and the devil's daughter is not tolerated in the world. You again. Resistance is just in vain, why not go back? Be content with yourself. If you continue to fall, Abi Hell will be your final destination."
Senior Brother San did not speak.
Yan Hui shook his head and continued to move forward.
Each step leaves a footprint in place.
Every step seemed to step directly on the body of Senior Brother San.
At this moment, Yan regrets that he is a Buddha.
He uses his body as a suppression, and he is about to defeat the three brothers directly!
Senior Brother San shivered again.
He wanted to speak, but found himself sealed.
The Buddhist scriptures chanted by Yan Hui is meant to prevent the third brother from speaking.
Brother San's expression was painful again.
A steady stream of blood poured out from the corner of his mouth.
Zhou Fei will end at this moment
Yu turned around, and when he saw the appearance of the third brother vomiting blood, his eyes suddenly cracked.
However, he couldn't speak.
Similarly, you can't hold the knife, and you can't pull the bow.
Zhou Fei can only watch, but can't do anything.
Yanhui finally walked past Senior Brother San, getting closer and closer to Zhou Fei.
At this time, Ling Zhaoyan on Zhou Fei's back strenuously raised his hand.
"Unlimited sword system!"
Ling Zhaoyan exhausted only a trace of strength and displayed his own ultimate move.
Dozens of flying swords stabbed Yanhui.
However, these swords flew halfway and fell one after another.
In the end, only three flew in front of Yanhui.
Yan Hui didn't even look at these flying swords, and continued to move forward.
Feijian collapsed.
Ling Zhaoyan vomited blood.
Zhou Fei swallowed, and he felt great fear.
At this moment, what he saw was no longer Yangui, but a Buddha.
A Buddha releasing golden light.
The Buddha is talking to him.
"Since you are not a person in this world, why should you be an enemy of this world? Isn't it good to be aloof?"
Zhou Fei shuddered.
This is his biggest secret, how could Yanhui know it
Could he really understand the fate of other people
"Scrap Material Tyrant Body Art!"
Before he could think more, Zhou Fei showed his trump card.
This is the end of the matter, and I can only give it a go.
After the Tyrant Body Secret Art took effect, Zhou Fei felt that his hands and feet had regained flexibility.
Whether it's a Buddha or anything else, let me go!
Yan Hui squinted his eyes.
He can't remember how many times he has been astonished.
The college really is a place full of lunatics.
Zhou Fei, a person in the Divine Hidden Realm, could even move freely in his own Buddhist kingdom
Yan regret even began to doubt himself at this moment.
However, as a Taoist monk, his mood is very stable, and his doubts and consternation lasted only a moment.
When Zhou Fei's knife came over, Yanhui opened his hands and brought them together, directly clamping the blade.
Zhou Fei pumped twice, but didn't have sex.
Then he convulsed.
After a while, Xueyin Knife let go.
Yanhui wanted to destroy the knife, but because of the special material of Xueyin Knife, he couldn't destroy the knife for a while, so he could only temporarily throw it aside.
Then, he read a Buddhist verse to Zhou Fei.
Zhou Fei spurted blood upside down.
When he was about to land, Zhou Fei abruptly turned around in the air, letting himself become Ling Zhaoyan's mat.
Tears welled up in Ling Zhaoyan's eyes.
Zhou Fei fell on the ground, feeling his strength relieved like a flood of gate opening.
At the same time, the cloud in the sky began to flash and thunder again.
Wow!
It rained heavily.
His sight was instantly blocked.
A flash of lightning fell from the sky and struck Zhou Fei's side, leaving a smoking pit on the ground.
Upon seeing this, Yangui said indifferently: "God will accept you."
(End of this chapter)