You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

If you don't want to live, you have to bleed and kill.

Qian Zhu has never stepped out of the mountain gate. He experienced life and death for the first time, and he panicked instantly, allowing the opponent to catch the opening, and rushed forward with his palm——

Qian Zhu was dumbfounded by fright, and quickly backed away, knowing that if this palm hit his body, he would definitely die.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind, grabbed his arm and wiped it while avoiding it.

Qian Zhu broke out in a cold sweat and was short of breath.

Zhu Jueyun looked down at him and said, "Get out of here."

Qian Zhu subconsciously gave him a hand: "Brother!"

With the other hand, Zhu Jueyun casually blocked the monk who had missed the attack, and forced back suddenly with his internal force, causing the monk to bleed out.

Qian Zhu was always shrewd, and he always felt this way, but at this moment, he was in a state of confusion, not knowing what to do.

He went to see Zhu Jueyun, and saw that his expression was calm, but it was shocking in such a dark night.

Qian Zhu loosened his sleeve subconsciously.

Zhu Jueyun only said: "It is a big taboo to be eager for quick success."

"Go back to sleep."

Qian Zhu stood where he was and didn't speak for a long time.

He knew that Tiao Du never cared about other people's business, he saved his life, and he gave him half-teaching and half-persuasion, all because of Qu Conggu's face, he was doing his best.

Qian Zhu saluted respectfully, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your teaching, brother."

Zhu Jueyun glanced at him, turned around and walked into the pool of blood on the battlefield.

That Buddha Xiu walked into the place where the two armies were fighting, and he acted calmly as usual.

He suddenly remembered Qu Conggu's calm face, and said to himself, 'Trust me, don't go'.

He didn't want to believe it at first, that's natural, but now seeing the distance, he believed it.

Life and death are in front of you without changing your face.

If such a person does not win, who can win?

It's because he doesn't understand the distance.

And I am afraid that no one in this world understands Tiaodu except Qu Conggu, and no one dares to believe him like this.

60 years ago, the kid was crying and laughing and begging him for advice, asking how to deal with his brother, and when we meet again, he has become so affectionate.

The shadow of the tree looked terrifying in the dark night, and it happened to block the line of sight.

Qian Zhu turned around and went back.

Eighteen bronze men marched out and surrounded the battlefield. If the Diamond Sutra existed, the Sanskrit script would illuminate most of the sky.

Wuyu was supported by Jing Wu, with dry bloodstains on the corners of his mouth and chest, panting for breath.

Zhu Jueyun transformed Yinlong Jue, a bright golden dragon with a translucent body, hissing in mid-air, beating the unsolvable barrier of the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation.

Jing Wu gritted his teeth and said, "Tiandu! Where's your magic weapon!"

Zhu Jueyun said: "Let's go home."

Jing Wu was stunned, and was about to snap in anger: "Do you have a head?! Then what should we do now?!"

Outside the barrier, the head abbot and Huiji were in the air, their sleeves fluttering and their cassocks dancing wildly with their true energy.

Both of them had no flaws, and there was no need to wait, and they shot directly.

The two arhats with triple golden bodies confronted each other, and the world shook suddenly, and the true energy spread out for a radius of a hundred miles, and birds and beasts never returned.

Zhu Jueyun said: "You came here to curse people with your mouth?"

Jing Wu was overwhelmed by his sudden sharp teeth, and didn't know what was wrong with him for a while.

The Wuyu Buddha Bead twirled several times in his hand, and insisted: "All disciples obey the order!"

Jing Wu and the rest of the brothers immediately nodded their heads.

Wuyu said: "Today we will stand uprightly, throw our heads, sprinkle blood, die as soon as we die, and die as soon as we die, brothers and sisters will remember that you died for the Dao, for the orthodoxy of Fulong Mountain!"

The voices of all the people were firm and grand, and they responded in unison: "The disciple takes orders!"

But Wuyu was at the end of his strength, he coughed twice after yelling these words.

Jing Wu was furious, he pulled out his magic staff, and shouted: "Give it to me!"

Every Buddhist sect has the strongest magic circle, named Eighteen Bronze Arhats.

Select 19 talents who are hard to come by in a hundred years. They practice day and night without being restricted by Buddhist rituals. They don’t have morning training or chant scriptures. They just need to be strengthened continuously until they are not invaded by poisonous insects, and they are not afraid of swords and guns. extreme.

Eighteen copper arhats are not born in formation, once born, they will kill the Quartet, known as no solution.

The bursts of golden light in the magic circle are all murderous.

They stepped on their shoulders, people on top of each other, blocking the sky, their fists and feet penetrated every hole, and if they touched it, they would shatter the internal organs.

Zhu Jueyun drew Yinlongjue, but he couldn't break through the barrier. There was no one behind him, and he was punched for a moment. Eighteen bronze arhats were not considered human. He endured the body of diamond iron, but he felt All four skeletons are split apart.

There is no unsolvable formation in this world.

Zhong Wu only came at this time, but he really brought hundreds of Wuxiu brothers with him.

This night Zhong Wu was wearing a tattered black robe, and he was hunting when he flew. The stubble on his face made the scar on half of his face even more quackish.

When these people came, they shocked Wu Yu first.

Zhong Wu whistled, and Brother Wu Xiu broke through from outside the formation.

This is the case with any magic formation, leaving the entire formation in the formation, but leaving the back exposed.

The Eighteen Bronze Arhats were extremely flexible, and immediately changed their formation. The Arhat above turned around in the air and confronted the outside.

At this moment, Zhu Jueyun finally saw the opening, and suddenly flew forward and punched him several times. Countless golden lights pierced his flesh. He grabbed Xuanlong's neck, and pressed firmly on the back of an arhat who turned around. superior.

The Xuanlong itself is a killer weapon, transformed into golden light, and shoots into Luohan's body like a needle prick.

Arhat fought back like an iron wall.

But Zhu Jueyun is a triple golden Arhat!

No matter how strong Eighteen Arhats are, they won't be his opponent if they are single-handed. He has an overwhelming advantage, but he can't match him in a magic circle.

Seeing him like this, Jing Wu suddenly waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

Dozens of disciples lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, Jing Wu pressed Zhu Jueyun's back with a palm, and a steady stream of true energy approached Zhu Jueyun's body.

That mysterious dragon is getting bigger and bigger, more and more fierce, and its appearance is getting more and more ruthless.

Zhong Wu was very knowledgeable, and even outside the formation, he used all his moves on this arhat.

The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest. As long as one of the Eighteen Arhats loses, all of them will lose.

Xuanlong's roar was deafening.

The golden light flickered so hard that people could not open their eyes, the dense golden light was like thousands of steel needles, pressing tightly behind Luohan.

All I could hear was the arhat uttering from his throat: "Ah——"

It's the limit of patience.

Zhu Jueyun's lips were tightly drawn, his eyes were like swords, suddenly his masseter muscle twitched, and all his true energy was poured out!

A ray of golden light lightly sank into the arhat's neck, and he collapsed to the ground in an instant.

If one opening of the Eighteen Arhats Formation is broken, there is no threat.

One in each hand, Zhong Wu took a long knife and slashed at the eyes, and then slashed three ways down.

It hit a golden arhat, and the blade slammed on it with a 'bang', and the knife was smashed out of the hole, and an iron scroll was rolled up.

Zhong Wu: "Damn it, iron dick."

Mirror Enlightenment staff directly compared in front of him: "Who are you!"

Zhong Wu said, "Brother, aren't you a bit rude?"

"I just saved you, it's too ruthless."

Zhu Jueyun jumped in front of him and said, "You have ten, I have seven."

Zhong Wu:? ? ?

"Why?" he said.

At this time the situation was already chaotic, although the eighteen arhats were dismantled, there was still one arhat who hadn't joined the battle, if he waited for him to come, there would be no chance of winning.

Zhu Jueyun said, "Quick."

Zhong Wu blew his whistle, which resounded through the valley: "Kill! Brothers!"

This night, Fulong Mountain was like a purgatory on earth.

The night slowly dimmed, killing a night.

The tree in front of the Buddha Hall trembled slightly with the wind, and it was dripping with blood that was sprinkled by someone who didn't know who was splashing it.

Corpses are everywhere.

From today on, there will be no more eighteen bronze arhats in Fulong Mountain.

The battle ahead has slowed down slightly, and the head abbot and Huiji have also come to an agreement.

The barrier in the sky was broken, Huiji smashed the barrier, and landed heavily on the ground, landing on the corpses, kicking up a cloud of dust and flesh and blood.

The abbot, the head of the sect, landed slowly, covered in dilapidated scars, but still standing.

Huiji struggled to get up several times, his arm seemed to be broken, bent at a strange angle.

The head abbot took a step forward, but he coughed and held it in his throat, and did not move.

Huiji laughed at first, then laughed again, and finally laughed harder and harder, with tears of blood.

"So you don't have long to live."

"You lost," he said loudly, and then frantically coughed up blood, "You lost, you are going to die!"

"Huiji," said the head abbot, "today in the Buddha Hall, you and I will lose in this battle."

Huiji looked at him bitterly, his chest heaving violently.

The head abbot said: "You lost to me back then, and you are losing to me now. You have made no progress in these hundreds of years."

Huiji said: "So what, I will live longer than you. When you die, I will be the master. I will turn your flesh and blood into ashes and feed them to the dogs!"

The abbot, the head of the sect, laughed. He was too fat, and when he laughed, he just twitched his mouth and squeezed his flesh into a ball: "You can't wait until that day."

"The head of Fulong Mountain will never be you," he said, "Huiji, where did you come up with the ridiculous idea that you can do what I can't do?"

"If I can't do it, then you can't do it. You will always be second. Never expect to turn over."

Huiji's face flushed purple with anger: "You fart!"

"You don't have any backup! The disciples of Fulong Mountain can only obey my orders! You can't kill me!"

Zhong Wu sat at the entrance of the main hall, holding a big knife dawdly: "Hey, you don't treat my brother like a human being."

Zhu Jueyun also sat beside him exhaustedly, and waved his hand casually: "Let him talk."

Huiji's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "Kuangming, what are you doing!"

Wu Yu and the others were also shocked for a moment, speechless.

The head abbot said: "The disciples of Fulong Mountain obey the order."

At this time, due to the intervention of Wuxiu on the battlefield, most of Huiji's people were killed or injured.

People who can stand up can count on one hand.

Everyone said: "The disciple is here."

The head abbot said: "Huiji intends to rebel, fears the way, death is inevitable, and is executed with a stick."

"Let's close it first."

Now there are no people who can be killed with a stick, and everyone is disabled, so they can only be locked up first.

He announced in this mountain of corpses: "I am at the end of my life, and I can no longer take the order of the master to 'prosper the millennium foundation'."

"Where is the distance!"

Zhu Jueyun patted the dirt on his body and stood up: "The disciple is here."

Huiji suddenly yelled: "Kuangming! Aren't you afraid that Master Quanxia will know! You can be ashamed of Master entrusting Fulong Mountain to you!"

The head abbot took off the hanging beads on his neck: "Otherwise, if Fulong Mountain is handed over to you, you will only have a dead end."

"I'm never afraid of being ashamed of my master in a hundred years. I'm just afraid that Fulong Mountain will end here and become the laughing stock of the world."

Zhu Jueyun opened his clothes and knelt in front of him.

The head abbot handed the hanging beads into his hand, and said: "Give it to you first, and make it up on an auspicious day during the ceremony."

He gave it so casually, Zhu Jueyun was about to take back his hand, but was held tightly by him not to move.

"Diaodu, please remember," said the head abbot, "you will use your life to protect Longshan."

"I will watch you under the Nine Springs. If there is anything wrong with Fulong Mountain, you will definitely end up dying."

Zhu Jueyun said: "The disciple takes orders."

Zhong Wu clapped his hands and said, "Good!"

Then he waved his arms and directed his brothers to clap and shout.

Wu Xiu has always been informal and doesn't look at facial expressions. At this time, he raised his sword excitedly with his elder brother and shouted: "Good! Good! Good!"

Zhu Jueyun walked past the crowd and stepped up the [-] steps of the Buddha Hall step by step.

He turned around with a calm expression and looked down at the crowd.

Bodies were strewn all over the place below, some cheered and some were outraged.

Dawn broke in the sky, and the sun came out.