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Chapter 418 Turning into Bloody Fireworks

Just as a wave crashed into the valley without making any sound, Han Zheng's consciousness clearly grasped that the other party had already penetrated tens of meters into the ground. Among the strong men in the sky, the old monk in the ascetic's uniform was on the verge of urgency after reciting a Buddhist name. Follow into the valley underground.

"bang"

The sound came very abruptly, and there was a slight vibration in the valley below, and then a white figure was ejected from the valley like a meteor, rushing to the sky amidst all the astonishment, leaving only a light spot in the blink of an eye.

The old monk with the face of the Asan race was actually chanting scriptures with his hands and eyes closed, and then a group of strong men who looked up at the sky saw a brilliant rain of blood blooming in the sky at an unknown height, as if The most beautiful red fireworks in the night sky.

"Damn, I already said that that guy's body is not that easy to get. How about now, the Templars are all blown up."

The person who spoke was a fair-skinned, fair-haired young man who was already holding a rusty sledgehammer in his hand. He was about to rush down with the old monk. When he saw the former being blown up and turned into fireworks, his mood immediately became irritable. stand up.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell, I have no way of turning back this time, and that remnant body is a gold medal for avoiding death to enter the fairy burial place. If I don't get it, I won't have the face to go back, so let me use it." Let the blood affect it"

The corner of Han Zheng's mouth twitched, and he finally knew the secret of that old God of War guy. From the old monk's words, he could also imagine that the purpose of the Buddha and the immortals in the heavens was to cut him up.

The old monk was solemn and solemn, and his body radiated brilliant golden light in the void. A vajra image with angry eyes condensed by the golden light appeared behind the old monk, and his thin body fell with solemn majesty into a deep hole in the valley below.

"Is this old guy crazy, is he courting death if he continues like this?"

"What do you know, Asan Buddhism has always influenced the world by doing deeds. He wants to use death to influence the remnant of the guy below, but it's too tragic to do so!"

"Don't talk nonsense, the Three Kingdoms have been ruled by others for thousands of years. This kind of lowly nation is caused by these hypocrisy. If you die, you will be able to reduce a disaster to the world."

"Damn it, try again with my master, I'll kill you with my head, a bastard with a background in selling bananas, if you have the guts to come over and challenge me!"

A young novice novice, as soon as he lifted his cassock, greeted the bearded blond man with the alms bowl in his hand, but the moment he threw the alms bowl out, an old Buddha's cry came from below.

Everyone looked over, but saw a golden light shooting out from the cave, the speed was more terrifying than that of the young man before, the old monk was still unable to move, but behind him was the face of the Vajra Dharma with glaring eyes, nose crooked and mouth slanted , with his head drooping to one side, and a black mark of his feet on Fa Xiang's chest.

"Apprentice, don't get excited. As a teacher, you are going to report to Xitian soon. You should take care of yourself and don't shoot people at every turn. Even if you don't hurt people and destroy flowers and plants, it is a sin."

The little novice stared blankly at his master turning into a golden light and ascending into the sky, two tragic lines of tears fell down, his hands joined together, and he muttered: "Master has already become a Buddha in the Mahayana, and today I am going west, and my disciples don't want to live For the rest of the world, follow Master to avoid being lonely on the road.”

The rest of the people were all staring at the little novice, watching helplessly as the little novice rushed headlong into the cave below. Han Zheng on the mountain top in the distance looked stiffly at the little novice who was determined to die, and looked at the little novice who had turned into a brilliant golden color. The old monk of fireworks looked at the purple group of women beside him speechlessly.

"Nimma, big sister shows up next time to say hello, please, you will scare people to death if you appear like this, let go, this is my last leg of lamb, what the hell are you trying to rob!"

Zi Luo didn't care about Han Zheng's abuse at all. She grabbed the golden leg of lamb in Han Zheng's hand with a pair of small hands and refused to let go. The other pair of fat jade legs had already grabbed Han Zheng's waist. A head onion.

"I fought with you. I used the time stop to sneak up on me, and robbed me of my food. Whoops, let go."

"Pooh"

"The deity was injured because of you. He fought head-on with the Holy Lord of the Ikas sect and saved several of your Huaxia agents. Can't I eat you a leg of lamb?"

Han Zheng was half lying on the ground, holding an important part with both hands, and there were blood stains between his fingers. He looked at Zi Luo, who was devoting himself to eating, with grief and indignation, "Sister, are you from Huaxia? It’s as vicious and shameless, if not, I’ll bite it back.”

Hearing this, Zi Luo's pair of jade legs suddenly moved together, her beautiful eyes shone with a cold light, "How dare you, my sister, my holy land can be violated by you, if you dare to take a step over, I will shoot you to death with a leg of lamb!"

"Cut it, let's make a small sample! It seems that who wants to bite, just keep the two taels of meat to grow slowly!"

Han Zheng looked away contemptuously, and looked at the group of people in the distance, feeling something in his heart, Zi Luo also put down the leg of lamb in his hand and forgot to go there.

"Master, I have become bigger, look at what I am holding in my hand!"

The little novice's slightly crazy voice came, and he saw a figure flying out from the bottom of the valley. The little monk covered in blood rushed out, holding a broken foot in his right hand, grinning loudly. Constantly tossing and turning.

"It's over, this guy is crazy, why are you so happy with his broken foot?"

"Ah San's Buddhism is really deceiving people. I will return the alms bowl to you, little novice. I hope you will not be so stupid in the western world!"

The big man with blond hair and beard before threw the bowl in his hand into the hand of the little novice who flew out, but when the little novice passed by him, his mind suddenly became clear, "Go away, you are paralyzed, I will slap you to death with one foot"

His bloodshot eyes glared angrily, he swung his right hand holding the broken foot, and stuffed it into the big bearded man's surprised mouth with incomparable precision. A bloody mist exploded two meters above everyone's heads.

At the moment when the little novice novice exploded into a blood mist, a broken leg that was as black as ink flashed among the group of people at the bottom of the valley. Danger is near.

The broken foot turned into an afterimage in the air, kicking all of them on the chests of these people. No one felt that they were being attacked. The afterimage disappeared and the blood mist dissipated. The skyrocketed, and exploded into a blood mist in the panic of the gray-haired youth before.

(End of this chapter)