When a Taoist monk sits down, his body can last for a long time, and his soul can live forever.
However, after the Buddha passed away, he was incinerated, leaving the relic. The golden body is not corrupt, and it is also reserved for future generations, but there is no relic.
The incorruptible golden body we encountered in the underground secret room of the desert castle ruined temple should be what the superior asked us to take. Dewang directly hugged this golden body and was about to leave.
But the soul of the golden body is still here, it's just separated from the body. I also wanted to help Dewang, but was blocked by the soul of the golden body. The soul of the golden body was the appearance of the golden body before his death. He was a head shorter than me, of equal stature, with a golden beard, a sallow complexion, and a monk's robe and cap.
Because of the shrinkage, this golden body is only more than one meter high and should not be too heavy. Dewang picked it up easily and ordered me: "Xiao Yuan, hurry up and blow up this place!"
But when he rushed to the secret room with his golden body, he was blocked by an invisible wall and shouted: "Lama, come and pick me up!"
Alemische also followed Dewang and hurried towards the secret room exit.
I opened my eyes and went looking for the explosives here. The secret room is not big. How can there be any explosives? So I asked loudly: "Captain, how do you blow up this place?" But I have no longer seen them, and returned to the exit too busy. At this moment, I heard a beating in my ear: "Boy, is this you? These outsiders just go in if they want to go in, and leave as long as they want? Save their lives!"
The torch in the secret room suddenly went out, and my vision was pitch black. I closed my eyes so that I could see more clearly. I saw the golden soul shaking his wrists and chanting words in his mouth. This sound gave me a splitting headache.
Could it be that I was put on a curse, and the soul of the golden body is Tang Seng
My soul quickly separated from my body, and then I hid in the conch shell, but Ronaldinho said to me: "You abandoned your body and hid here, it's just a stopgap measure, even if I take you out slowly, I'm afraid Your body has rotted!"
"Then what should I do? The opponent's mana is strong, and he is like chanting a tight band spell, and I have a headache when I hear it!" I asked Ronaldinho for a solution.
Ronaldinho said to me: "Although you return to your body, you have a ghost talisman, and if you fight hard, you may not lose!"
I hurriedly said again: "But now I don't have the weapon to subdue the soul, and the opponent is so powerful, I will definitely not be able to beat him!"
Ronaldinho had to take out a triangular needle and hand it to me, saying: "This triangular needle is also called the ghost needle. Your current skills are still shallow. You can only use one needle. Try to get close to him and take this ghost needle. A needle pierces his top door, and his soul will return to the west, and you can get out of it smoothly!"
I was holding the three-sided needle, but I still had no idea.
Ronaldinho urged: "Hurry up, otherwise your body won't be able to keep it!"
Floating out of the conch shell, I closed my eyes and saw the golden body's soul spinning around my body. I rushed to him quickly, but was blocked by the golden light from his body.
The other party discovered my soul, and immediately responded: "You are really a ghost, and even an unknown ghost wants to seize my golden body. It's really overwhelming!"
My soul was busy merging with my body, and I jumped up from the ground. Now I am a person with a body. I want to fight with a powerful soul. The other party continued to chant the spell. I resisted the headache and rushed forward with a hidden one in my hand. A ghost needle.
Seeing me rushing, he grabbed my neck and grabbed my neck.
I immediately felt that my neck was about to be crushed, and my feet were lifted off the ground.
This lama is just a ray of soul, but still has such a powerful force. It seems that I still underestimate the enemy, but at this time, a turbid object sprayed from my chest pocket and hit the opponent's eyes directly. The other party let out a scream, and at the same time let go of my arm, I fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
Ronaldinho urged me in my ear: "I have hurt his eyes with innuendo, you should take the opportunity to pierce the ghost needle into his Baihui acupoint!"
I hurriedly stood up, found the position of the golden body and soul, and rushed forward, but I was still shaken by the opponent's arm.
The golden soul closed his festered eyes, grabbed my head, and threw me to the ground, sticking out his right foot, and about to step on it heavily.
At this moment, something came out of my chest pocket, a cloud of white mucus spewed out, and the soul was tightly wrapped.
I hurriedly stepped back and saw that this was the conch that my grandfather gave me. Ronaldinho's voice came out from inside: "Xiao Yuan, he has been entangled in my protruding mucus, please do it!"
This mass of slime is like a spider web, the golden Nian soul struggles desperately in it, but can't get out.
I hurriedly jumped up from the ground, held the three-31 novel app download address ● prismatic needle into the mucus, and forgot to determine the location of the other party's Baihui acupoint.
The golden soul roared, and immediately the underground secret room trembled, and a cloud of dust fell.
The mucus that wrapped the golden body's soul was immediately broken, and the golden body's soul opened his eyes, his wrist shook again, and a string of rosary quickly broke away, and then began to grow bigger.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Luo immediately said to me: "No, Xiao Yuan, take me out of here!"
I grabbed the conch, turned and fled towards the secret room exit, and heard a scream from behind: "Boy, where to escape, die on the spot!"
This sound was made by the golden soul. I turned around hurriedly, and saw the wounded eyes of the golden soul quickly healed, and threw a string of rosary beads at me. I threw out the conch shell and just hit the opponent's rosary.
The two collided, sending out a huge force, pushing me to the stone steps at the exit of the secret room.
I was smashed and felt like my ribs were broken.
The sound of fighting came from the secret room. I climbed up from the stone steps and fled outside along the passage.
At the exit of the secret room, Dewang and Alimishe were long gone.
Namu Dacuo stayed in the temple and waited for me. Seeing me coming out, he said: "Xiao Yuan, we two enter the underground arsenal together and blow it up!"
I rubbed the painful rib and said, "Underground arsenal? Where is the captain?"
Na Mudacuo threw the AK in his hand to me, took the iron rod and ran out of the temple.
I caught the rifle and chased it out of the temple, and saw that Mu Dacuo poked the iron rod in his hand into a dark hole under the head of the god of death, and pulled it hard, and the head of the god of death moved forward. open.
Accompanied by the harsh sound of stones rubbing, a secret tunnel appeared on the ground behind the god of death.
I was surprised, Na Mu Dacuo dragged me and rushed into the underpass. This underpass had no stone steps, but a slope leading to the ground. The old lama went up to Liangzi and illuminated it.
This is a cement whitewashed passage, and what Namudacuo used to illuminate was a butter candle.
I closed my eyes, and there was only the soul of an American soldier in camouflage.
The soul of this soldier blocked the passage, making it impossible for Namu Dacuo to move forward. I quickly leaned against the wall, using my soul to get out of my body, and went to deal with the soul of this soldier. The old lama waved the iron rod in his hand and muttered words in his mouth.
I saw that the soul of the American soldier was holding a desert eagle in his hand, and he opened the insurance, pointed the muzzle at the Mudacuo, and was about to pull the trigger. Without thinking, I pulled out my desert eagle, but there were no bullets in it, so I threw it out, hitting the right hand of the soldier's soul, but a gunshot sounded.
The bullet missed the direction and hit the concrete wall.
The scriptures read in the old lama's mouth made the soldier's soul a little distracted, and the wielding iron rod kept driving him away. I took the opportunity to fly and leaped up, rushing to the soul of this soldier, kneeling my chest and locking my throat with one move. (End of this chapter)