black wizard Zhu Peng

"Boss, who is this?" Liu Yueyue didn't dislike the dirty and stinky little Nishi who was fighting for bones with wolves. She walked over and took it from Zhu Peng's hand. After a little weighing, she estimated that it was not bad. ten year old child.

"When I saw him just now, I seemed to have some enlightenment in my mind, but I couldn't grasp that kind of inspiration. If I can figure it out, I should be able to solve a big hurdle in my martial arts. Naturally, I will take this opportunity back and take care of it." Think about it." Zhu Peng didn't hide it from Liu Yueyue. After being promoted to the outer realm in this world, the confrontation between each other depends on strength. It doesn't matter whether the queen knows it or not. Tell the queen, in terms of her current vague position.

Taking the toddler back to the Tulou, Zhu Peng groomed him, cooked porridge and cooked for him, and even fed him and took care of him.

This little devil's life is like a candle in the wind, and his potential has been exhausted by insisting on not dying in the extremely dangerous situation. Now that his life is suddenly stable, it may directly kill him, so Zhu Peng even temporarily let go With all the things in his hands to take care of this child, his eyes were burning, as if he was thinking.

In order to thoroughly wash this little mud boy, two full buckets of water were used. If an ordinary maid rubs her hard, no matter how gentle she is, it may kill him. Activate its qi and blood, shake its bone marrow, so there is no problem, and after cleaning, it is refreshing and thorough from the inside out. After knocking out all the black mud shells, what is revealed is an extremely handsome man with a sharp face. Western youth.

Cooking medicinal porridge for him to replenish his vitality, and in the process of constantly feeding him, Zhu Peng gained the trust of this ignorant, beast-like boy.

"You have no father, no mother, no relatives, no reason, and you have been fighting for your life with the whole world since the first day you came into this world. If that's the case, I'll call you Asura... You know very well that you just want to How difficult it is to be alive." Human children do not have any ability to survive independently before the age of three, and Asura was raised by wild beasts since he was a child, and he has grown up to this day.

Zhu Peng caressed the top of Asura's head with his palm, reversed his fate, gave him a name, and made the torrent of fate in this world appear strange, turbulent and distorted.

(Heroic martial arts are based on inner demons. The stronger the negative emotions, the stronger the power and the faster the progress... In any case, the child is born into the world, pure and without any fault. Isn’t it a kind of injustice?) In Zhu Peng’s eyes, Asura is a piece of text, an exposition of life, which just corresponds to the content of a certain page in the book in his mind.

However, the depth of this understanding is far from enough. Zhu Peng, who is a fourth-order demigod himself, can vaguely feel that as long as he successfully breaks through this level in the magic martial arts, he will advance by leaps and bounds and even break through in the future. All roads to forbidden areas will be flat.

(Originally, I wanted to use my own influence to mobilize the power of the entire Hua Kingdom to suppress or even attack the Xuankong Temple, but now that I think about it, it seems that I have gone the wrong way... Demonic martial arts, demonic ways, demonic... What exactly is demonic? What?) Thinking, comprehending, appreciating, after teaching Asura martial arts for a period of time, Zhu Peng left Kasuhu tribe with a letter.

Most of the time, practice is a matter of one person, and when there is no comprehension, it will be mixed together. When there is comprehension in his heart, Zhu Peng will give up as soon as possible, without even the slightest hesitation.As for how crazy Guo Ping and Liu Yueyue were when they saw the letter the next day, he didn't care.

Zhu Peng blew across the grasslands and deserts of the Western Regions like a gust of wind. He saw the pious dedication of the white-haired old woman who knelt every step, and also saw the arrogance, shamelessness and madness of most tribal leaders in the Western Regions.

After getting rid of the Chinese army, Zhu Peng finally saw the near-absolute control of the lamas in the Western Regions over this land and their beliefs. They were like serfs like ants. He is humble, humble, and insignificant enough to be offered to the lama master. The accumulation of wealth in a lifetime is just to kiss the shoes of a certain lama master.

(Do you really know what you believe in? Do you really know what you believe in?) Blind faith without any speculation is like tiny golden sands in a mighty river. Although it has its value, it is too much. is small.

The more ignorant the world is, the more greedy and powerful the holders of religious power will be.

On the land of the Central Plains where the humanities flourished, non-productive monks were forbidden to enjoy luxuries such as wine and meat. Monks with extremely high morals and virtues might be able to say that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart.However, there is absolutely no monk in China who dares to say that he is practicing Huanxi Chan. Once caught, let alone be beaten to death, at least his reputation will be ruined and he will not be able to gain believers again.

This is a religion that has been filtered through speculation, but it is easier to produce eminent monks and great virtues in the true sense who are dedicated to the Buddha.

Overseas in Japan, because of the ignorance and semi-civilization of the people, the monks in charge of religious power can drink and eat food, even marry wives and have children, and use the entire temple as their own land wealth.

As for the land of the Western Regions, the power of the lamas has been further strengthened and developed. They have almost reached the point where they can ask for anything from the believers. Whether it is precious wealth or a beautiful virgin, the world is all Buddha slaves in their eyes, and they themselves are superior. The... Buddha.

The palms of these lamas landed lightly on the heads of believers, or on the skin of girls kneeling beside them. The scenes that Zhu Peng of Naying Zangxing saw were a bit weird, mixing the sacred and the obscene Together, it's mysterious but still dirty.

(Two major characteristics of cults: 1. Worship of living people, 2. Bottomless demands for believers to dedicate themselves.) In the past, Dongying invaded various countries and plundered comfort women. The viciousness and cruelty of oppressing the people of their own country is not inferior to that of foreign countries. The Dongying Women’s Volunteer Team also served as comfort women to appease the frontline soldiers. , is she really patriotic?

Or rather, it's already crazy.

In the same way, these serfs who were exploited by the lamas of the Western Regions and squeezed out the last bit of flesh and blood, do they really still have self and faith?

……

As Zhu Peng's thinking deepened, his comprehension and understanding of the magic way became deeper.

He shuttled through the world like a gust of wind, just like good and evil attract and repel each other, and Buddha and demon confront each other. Zhu Peng, who was transformed into a gust of wind, finally came to the deepest part of the Western Region one day, and he will definitely come here.

The vast wilderness sank more than ten feet before Zhu Peng's footsteps, forming a steep cliff. Because the terrain of this wilderness is extremely flat, this subsidence cannot be seen from a distance unless you walk close to the cliff. .

The cliff in front of me is extremely wide, spreading out in all directions towards the front of the wasteland, and its edges cannot be seen on both sides, and then close to the end of the extremely distant horizon, finally forming an incomparably vast and deep cliff, even so huge that it is unimaginable for ordinary humans. The sinkhole!

In the center of the tiankeng, there is a majestic mountain rising from the ground. The mountain is originally very tall, but it is almost invisible because it stands in the tiankeng. Among the clouds and mists in the mountain, there are countless golden and gorgeous temples. looming.

These temples between the peaks are probably the Xuankong Temple of the Western Regions.I'm afraid, it can only be the Hanging Temple!

Hassan is a "Gangcha" in the Human Realm, that is, a serf family without livestock. In the Human Realm suppressed by the Suspended Buddha Kingdom, Gangcha has the largest number of people, and it can also be said to be the mainstream class group.

In fact, Hassan's family was originally "Qiawa" with cattle and sheep, but when he was young, his father offended a master and died tragically. I took it with me to the Buddha Kingdom, and I was already insane when I came back.

Hassan is 21 years old this year, and he has grown into a strong young man. He does the labor of three people every day, and only wants to redeem the cattle and sheep from the headman one day.

This idea is far away, but at least it is a hope.

But just five days ago, Hassan's younger sister was chosen as a Buddhist concubine to be enshrined in the Hanging Buddha Kingdom. Hassan had desperately prayed for the protection of the eagle eagles that his ancestors turned into in the sky, but unfortunately, Hassan's sister finally Or offend the guru like their father, she will be cast into hell.

The levels of the Buddhist kingdom, the realm of the human world, and the realm of hell are clear and clear, but what kind of torture and terror will one suffer in the realm of hell?

When Hassan risked his life to sneak into hell and found his sister, all he saw was a dripping blood corpse, spreading poisonous miasma, and fat rats. When she closed her eyes, her pupils were filled with infinite pain and fear. She might not be able to imagine how the evil of human nature could be so evil in that gorgeous Buddhist kingdom.

There are numerous bones like mountains, forests, and seas, and the miasma of corpse poison spreads violently. Those rats who are completely fearless don't care that Hassan is still alive, so they start to gnaw his flesh and blood with sharp teeth. A lot of rats are coming from all directions... This is hell.

(Does it hurt? Hate?)

Hassan, who had no energy left to go out, suddenly heard such whispers in his mind because of the severe corpse poison already in his body, and at the same time, all the fat rats around him spread out to avoid it. It seemed that Hassan was no longer alive at this time. It is a piece of fat meat, but a mass of deadly poison.

(Who are you……)

(It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is whether you want to see the gods and Buddhas disappear into thin air! Or, if your pain is not enough, I might as well let you see more clearly.) Echoing from all directions of the gloomy hell The endless whisper of the soul.

Under the influence of a mysterious force, the blood corpse whose eyes were closed by Hassan suddenly opened his eyes. The next moment, darkness spread, and Hassan was involved in the final journey of his sister Yizhi's life.

If the beautiful Yizhi is willing to join those greedy and grinning masters, those concubines who are drinking and drinking in the Buddha Palace of Immeasurable Light, she can live a good life for at least a few years, until she grows old and loses color, or is teased He will only be abandoned when he is bored, but Iori, who has no scheming in this regard, subconsciously resisted a Buddha who was in a state of excitement. Maybe it was just a slap in the face, maybe it was just a subconscious struggle. Cut her off, and then poured down the dripping liquor!

Hassan stepped into the perspective of his younger sister Iori, feeling the pain, despair, and...resentment at the last moment of her sister's life!

(I'll ask you again, and for the last time. What price are you willing to pay for revenge?)

(...everything, my everything!) Gradually returning from the death of the illusion, Zhu Peng did not lie to him. Not long after Yizhi died, Zhu Peng could completely strip out the last memory fragment of her life with his profound spiritual cultivation. Let Hassan fully feel until he gets the result he wants.

(In that case, it’s done.) The figure was condensed by shadows, and Zhu Peng suddenly appeared behind Hassan, pulling out the man’s beating red heart from behind with one claw, and black and gray breaths in the whole hell way came from all directions. Swelling and infusing into this scarlet throbbing heart, they can be called hostile energy, magnetic field, negative energy, in a word, it is exactly what Zhu Peng wants to use to destroy the entire Buddhist kingdom.

"Three hundred grains of human heart are eaten every year, and Jiazi can be a long-lived person. Combine your hatred with me!" Whispering, Zhu Peng raised the heart he took out of his hand, and then swallowed it bit by bit, Dark red blood spread and overflowed around his mouth, filling his heart with his heart. The heart in his chest was beating violently, and the golden red pure sunlight formed a circle that surrounded and firmly bound the roaring and raging dark dragon soul within.

Zhu Peng's comprehension of the magic arts in the Canglong Realm is gradually approaching the upper limit of his Dao heart accumulated over hundreds of years.

On the one hand, it is because the accumulation of martial arts in the Canglong Realm is unparalleled, which is rare in the universe and the world, and it is the best for a while.On the other hand, it was because Zhu Peng nourished his demonic intentions with his Dao heart. The stronger the foundation of the Taoist sect, the more rapid and unstoppable he would be in practicing leftist magic skills.

"In a blink of an eye, it should have been a year. I have been meditating, cultivating, and comprehending in this hell way, so it has been a year." With the spread of energy in the whole body, thousands of skeletons and mummies in the whole hell way followed Zhu Peng's whispers were faintly fluctuating. This is not just martial arts. Zhu Peng even used this comprehension to integrate part of the ancient cultivation methods of the Jade Brief into the magic arts. There are also many wonderful expositions in the ancient cultivation method of Jade Introduction.

The dark fire lingered and spread, and countless skulls flew up in space, dancing wildly around Zhu Peng, wondering about the moment of opportunity to devour the Buddha Kingdom and destroy Lingshan, while Zhu Peng closed his eyes and recalled a year ago. When I just arrived here, the strong man from the Ice Department intervened to stop him.

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A year ago, at the tiankeng of the Xuankong Temple, a young and rather cold and handsome man in strong clothes blocked Zhu Peng.

"Mr. Tang, I respect that you are rare, a true patriotic businessman, so this time when carrying out the task, I have been very restrained and kept my hands, trying not to interfere with you. But here, you can't go in."

"Why?" After more than a month of baptism, Zhu Peng's temperament gradually became evil and charming, his skin gradually whitened but revealed a cold, hard and cold texture, and the strong aura that gradually radiated from his whole body made Shi Weiguo He couldn't help but secretly raised his vigilance.

"I can probably understand your thoughts, but this is the Hanging Temple, which is related to many dignitaries in the central government. If you take action against this place, it will not be of any benefit to you or the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

"It's over? Get out of the way." Zhu Peng doesn't really care about his current status or the prosperous Tang company. There are only two things he really cares about. One is to lock the coordinates of this world, and the other is It is to study and delve into the civilization systems of various worlds, and then feed back to the main body. Other than that, the other party dissuades himself with such reasons, it can only be said that he has not figured out the situation at all.

Zhu Peng got up and charged forward, of course that young outsider master couldn't let him go easily, the two fought several times at the edge of the tiankeng, Shi Weiguo's cultivation was obviously a unique skill in the ice department, his fists and feet were so cold that no one wanted to surpass him The slower he hits, the more powerful this guy's punches are.

It's just that Shi Weiguo has just broken through the outer world not long after all, and his ice soul magical skills are pure, but his fist and foot martial arts are not as exquisite and sharp as Zhu Peng's Tianmo 64 hands. Of course, the Bingbu, one of the eight divisions of Tianlong, has enough exquisite martial arts , but Shi Weiguo's own energy and comprehension were not enough. After twenty moves, Zhu Peng seized the opportunity to break through the airs and slapped his chest heavily. The strength of the strong man's body was torn apart, and even his internal organs were instantly distorted and severely injured.

"Ahem..." Retreating to the edge of the cliff in Tiankeng, although he was worried that the two of them in Xuankong Temple hadn't fully fired, Shi Weiguo already knew that he was not the opponent's opponent, and he couldn't stop this Mr. Tang with his martial arts. of.

"Think about it clearly. Although you are stronger than me, you are not much stronger. There are nearly ten foreign gangsters in the entire Hanging Buddhist Temple, and there are also the Buddhist formations left by the taboo strong ones, especially the latter. Gang Living Buddha controls and controls, claiming that even the taboo strong can stop, your murderous past is just sending you to death." When he said this, Shi Weiguo took a breath, and then he continued: "The country doesn't care about this place, it's just that The time is not yet ripe, and things have to be done step by step.”

"My magic sect does things... Do whatever you want, kill if you want! Wait? You have to kill early, otherwise it will be boring to kill when the enemy is seventy or eighty." Crossing Shi Weiguo to the side, Zhu Peng stood on the cliff of Tiankeng Stretching his hands against the strong wind, he jumped down.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried.

Today, Ba Shijun, who is injustice?

A year later, Zhu Peng, who had accumulated, stored, continuously released his spiritual power, and spread his witchcraft, awakened thousands of evil spirits in the hell realm, and brought the miasma and black wind like a volcanic eruption to hit the vast and majestic Lingshan Mountain in the Suspended Buddha Kingdom. .

The great lamas of the Hanging Buddhist Temple divide the entire Buddhist kingdom into three parts. The first part occupying the topmost part is of course the Hanging Buddhist kingdom itself. Thousands of big speakers from all over the world practice here, and even the entire Western Regions spread here. Surrender to influence.

The middle part is the Human World, where there are nobles, leaders, and serfs. They are in charge of order and production, and support the shining Buddha Kingdom in the sky with their own flesh and blood and soul.

The sentient beings in the human world have never left and will never leave the Tiankeng in their entire lives. This is their whole world. They were born in the company, grew up in the company, and finally died in the company. Pray for blessings in the afterlife.

At the bottom is the hell and evil ghosts created by the tiankeng and the ground fissure. The natural poisonous miasma and evil beasts are infested here. The great lamas of the hanging Buddhist temple intentionally "feed and feed" in it, and gradually the bones accumulate like a mountain. , Hell and evil ghosts are gradually living up to their name, not only for the purpose of deterring serfs, but their real function is to feed back the Buddha's kingdom and turn hostility into peace.

Power is conserved, there is no hostility from hell, evil ghosts and ghosts, and countless eminent monks chanting scriptures in the Hanging Buddhist Temple cannot maintain the Great Vajra Buddha Formation. Even the taboo strong dare not lightly violate it. Bless a part of the power of the formation, turn hostility into peace, and then transform part of the power of the formation. Only after witnessing the darkness can you realize the vastness and beauty of Buddhism and worship the Buddha wholeheartedly. It has infinite uses, nothing could be better.

However, no matter how vast the Dharma is, it is impossible to transform all the corpses and seas of bones in hell and evil ghosts. Only a small part of them has been transformed into peace, and most of the rest They are all deeply backlogged, but it doesn't matter, in terms of the world's power system, there is no system that is better at utilizing and controlling this type of energy than Buddhism, so the backlog is also backlogged in the eyes of the Hanging Buddhist Temple If no one can use it, it means that it does not exist.

However, those who come out to hang out always have to pay back.

When Zhu Peng jumped down the tiankeng and finally found the way of the evil ghosts in hell, he knew that the Hanging Buddhist Temple was doomed. There have never been any lack of ways to harness this power in ancient cultivation methods. A sea of ​​miasma and skeletons rises into the sky, threatening to devour everything and destroy everything.

"Eternal hatred lasts forever, never ends, forever, the sea is dry and rocks are rotten, the vicissitudes of life are endless, this hatred is endless... hate hate hate hate hate..." In the evil ghost road of hell, the simple and desolate ancient witches singing and dancing echoed. It doesn't directly affect anyone who feels wrong.

However, in the hearts and minds of the listeners in the entire Tiankeng, they feel themselves from this song, and feel that they have been treated the most unfairly in this world, so they cry like complaining, and only use songs to express their strongest feelings. hate.

The vain dead in hell, evil ghosts, serfs, chieftains, and nobles in the human world hate, even the novice monks and lamas in the hanging Buddhist temple above the Lingshan Mountain, don’t they hate?

Hatred the sky, hated the earth, hated everything, hated to the point where the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and the universe is destroyed.

Such a singing voice cannot be eliminated at all.

Because as long as there is injustice between heaven and earth.This song will not be eliminated, it will last forever, this hatred will last forever!

Witchcraft, magic skills, mind and thoughts, and blood all over his body were completely integrated into one by Zhu Peng who was rushed out of the evil ghost path in hell at this moment.

Chunyang's fairy heart was broken, and the malicious poisonous dragon tore off the golden lock and came out of Zhu Peng's chest. It turned into a huge black flame dragon circling and devouring Lingshan. Thousands of miles of wind and clouds changed, and a circle of madness formed in the sky directly above the hanging Buddhist temple. The spinning and spreading cloud void is like the huge mouth of a black flame dragon, trying to swallow this sinful and dirty human Buddha kingdom in one gulp.

It’s not that the Dharma is not good. Of course there is good Dharma in this world, but the demon king Bo Xun once said to the Buddha: “At the end of the Dharma, my son and my grandson will be monks, wearing your cassock, destroying your Dharma. The way of the devil!"

"Hahahahahaha... I have never seen such a good Dharma in this world anyway. If the Dharma is full of all kinds of injustice, no matter whether you are a Buddha or a demon, I will kill you!" , Black Flame Canglong, Zhu Peng killed Shangling Mountain with a knife, laughing wildly.

At the same time, Shi Weiguo, who had been guarding outside the tiankeng for more than a year, also heard the magic sound of eternal hatred that lasted forever.

"This song is not a magic sound... but the most intense hatred and accusation against all injustices in the world! Such a demon is already similar to the righteous way! It's amazing, it's really amazing." Shi Weiguo listened to the long-hate demon His whole body trembled when he heard the sound, and after a long while, he spit out a big mouthful of blood. Zhu Peng borrowed the power accumulated over thousands of years in hell, evil spirits and ways to perform this long-hate devil sound. Bingbu Waigang has always paid attention to spiritual cultivation, Shi Weiguo is very likely to fall into madness or change his mind after today.

At this time, the Xuankong Buddhist Temple in the Western Regions was known as indestructible to the outside world, and the Great Vajra Buddha Formation, which could be used to resist the taboo powerhouses, suddenly collapsed. Nearly ten outside powerhouses who supported the formation died or were seriously injured. It's not just Zhu Peng making the move anymore, it's basically equivalent to Zhu Peng detonating an active volcano with the ancient practice witchcraft in Yu's profile. The volcano is sitting under the buttocks of the Hanging Buddhist Temple. It didn't blow up directly. It can only be said that it has a profound foundation and unlimited accumulation.

"Hahahahahaha... Happy, happy. You treat the world like horses and cows, how does it feel to be overturned and stomped on the ground by the world today? Are you as happy as I am?" Colliding with the only remaining two outer gangs of the Hanging Buddhist Temple, these two outer gang living Buddhas were sent to resist Zhu Peng instead of presiding over the formation. Rotten skulls coiled around and destroyed the Hanging Buddhist Temple, their hearts were bursting and bleeding.

Regardless of whether these lamas believe in the Buddha too much or not, they really devoted their whole lives to worshiping the Buddha and practicing it. It is completely conceivable that the shock and shock to the soul will be great if it is destroyed today.

The three outer gangs fought endlessly in the chaos, exchanging wounds for wounds. Zhu Peng was scarred all over his body and soaked in the Buddha's blood. Stabbed a knife, on the whole, it only made money but not compensation.

"Maybe today is the day of the destruction of the Hanging Temple, but you are also doomed to die here, devil." The lama who was seriously injured said so, and the next moment he looked at the other lama, turned back and rushed into the temple. After entering the collapsing Buddhist kingdom, Zhu Peng had no time to chase him down, because the next moment he was entangled by another lama who was less seriously injured.

Chapter 7 The magic is one foot high, the way is one foot high; the road of practice is difficult and difficult

The sky shakes and the earth shakes, everything disintegrates.

At this moment, the originally glorious and prosperous Suspended Buddha Kingdom was crumbling and destroyed with the impact of karmic fire and resentment accumulated over thousands of years in hell, evil ghosts and realms.

Although the "King of Thieves" is not in his hand, what Zhu Peng is holding at this moment is only a snatched Futu Broken Precept Saber, but while Shen Xiong's saber is whirling and flying, the Master of the Living Buddha of the Western Regions in front of him quickly fell into extremes. Among the huge disadvantages.

It's just that the opponent has already put his own life and death aside, he doesn't care at all, he just pushes his own potential to play powerful moves, forgetting about his own safety, he just wants to firmly hold Zhu Peng, the peerless Buddha enemy, and wait for his senior brother to activate the sect's dark hand He stayed in the collapsed Xuankong Temple to be buried with him.

I saw the golden energy ripples shaking the heaven and the earth, and the skeletal evil spirits flying madly around could not participate in this level of intensity of the battle at all, even if they just approached, they would be directly crushed and crushed by the remaining power of the two sides.

Deep in the tiankeng, there is a dark fire rising violently, expanding and spreading continuously, while the originally towering Lingshan is gradually sinking downward.

The Xuankong Temple artificially divided three realms: the Buddha Kingdom, the human world, and hell. At this moment, it seems that hell and evil ghosts have destroyed the human world, and endless resentment and hostility have swallowed up the Buddha Kingdom. In the end, you will not be able to live forever and live forever. .

"I've caught you!" At the same time, in the collapsed Buddhist temple on the mountain peak, Zhu Peng's big sword in his hand had a gap in his moves, and was grabbed by the back of the sword by the strong outsider on the opposite side, but the joy just surfaced. A living Buddha master saw a sneer blooming at the corner of Zhu Peng's mouth.

"Naive!" The next moment, the Buddha sword that was intended to attract the other party's grasp suddenly flew and strangled under the action of the huge spiral force.

Babble, two sounds like steel being cut.

Both arms of the Waigang Living Buddha were cut off at the same time, and Zhu Peng suddenly grabbed the handle of the knife and slashed past him in an instant. There was the corpse of the living Buddha whose throat was sealed with a knife.

"The moment you think you are the closest to victory is actually the moment when you are most likely to lose. You eat fast and chant Buddha but do all kinds of evil. Your Buddha heart is contaminated with too much filth and has flaws." Following the whisper of the devil Going away with the knife, the strong man with half of his neck cut off obliquely fell to the ground and slowly closed his eyes.In fact, his vitality was so powerful that if he hadn't collapsed, even in his current state, he could rush to hug Zhu Peng and blew himself up to seek the same return.

Although it is very likely that he will not be able to succeed, it will still cause Zhu Peng some trouble.

However, after all, he is a lifelong Buddhist practitioner, and he still has doubts about what he has done and what his master has done. This ray of doubt makes it impossible for him to climb up the realm of practice after he is promoted to Waigang. , It was the same doubt that made him unable to forget to fight to the death when facing the Buddha's enemies and defending the Buddha's teachings. On the contrary, at this moment, he was liberated.

(With my flesh and blood, I will repay my karma, and with my flesh and blood, I will repay my teacher's kindness... I hope that when I practice Buddhism in the next life, I will only be born in a kind family, be poor all my life, and feel peaceful all my life. If someone like me can There is an afterlife.) Accompanied by this thought, the strength of the living Buddha master's body was exhausted, and endless rotting skeletons rushed up from all directions, devouring their flesh and blood, and enjoying the gluttonous feast of destroying Lingshan.

When Zhu Peng walked into the core Buddhist palace holding the blood-dripping Buddhist Buddha Knife, he saw a golden Buddha statue with a lion face approaching with heavy, earthquake-like steps. It was nearly five meters high and held a King Kong The subduing magic pestle, with its golden body, solid muscles and hideous knots, is daunting.

(Where is my junior brother? Did you kill him?)

(It was you who killed him. Your filth has infiltrated his Buddha heart, making him unable to distinguish right from wrong, right from wrong, and the struggle between life and death will naturally eliminate death.)

(Shut up, monster!)

The huge demon-subduing golden pestle slammed down with a strong wind like an airplane breaking through the atmosphere. I don't know what kind of Buddhist secret technique was used by the severely injured one-armed foreign hand. He actually merged into it with his own flesh and blood In this lion-faced and golden-bodied Buddha statue, the indestructible physique of King Kong combined with the majestic aura of the powerful outsider, at this moment, it is Gundam who is fighting head-on with Zhu Penggang.

(Coach, someone is cheating here!)

Silently complained in my heart, but in the end I could only go up to him with a knife. This time I really jumped up and hit someone's knee. The whole body of the golden Buddha statue has no vital points at all. It is indeed the best way to attack the weight-bearing support points of its knees. His choice... If not, why would he chop off someone's toe with a wave?

Facing such a metal Gundam, Zhu Peng really felt like he was hitting the iron. The Futu sword slashed on the opponent and exploded with sparks. On the contrary, the opponent only needs to hit him once, regardless of the horizontal training Hard qigong and dark pole indestructible body will be seriously injured or even died in an instant. The difference in weight between the two sides is too great.

At the same time, looking down and watching from the perspective of the outside world, I saw the whirlpool wave of gray and white skulls enveloping the disintegrating Hanging Buddhist Temple. Most of the entire Hanging Buddhist Temple has been disintegrated and destroyed, but at least in the central main hall, because the golden lion face With the existence of the body Buddha, the demon tide has not yet invaded. As long as Zhu Peng is killed, the last remaining foreign gang may not be able to stabilize the situation, at least keep the last embers of the Buddha kingdom.

And in the deepest part of this hall, there are several Waigang who were seriously injured and vomiting blood and nearly died. As long as some of them have enough time and resources to heal their injuries, they may not be able to rebuild the Buddhist kingdom in the holy land of the Western Regions.