MTL - So I Am A Demon Descendent!-Chapter 730 Amitabha

Chapter 709 Amitabha Buddha

Seeing this scene, Baker Richardson had mixed feelings in his heart, which was very unpleasant.

Why does the Buddha's head also make me extremely superb?

Why didn't I know this? !!

Is my utmost unscrupulous student spreading goods?

Everywhere, anyone can.

噗 .... The Caojian sword pierced the young division's chest and broke the diamond body. The wound made a sizzling sound of sulfuric acid to melt the flesh.

"Roar!"

The teal humanoid growled sternly, mixed with pain, and the whole human shivered, shaking like a sieve.

Only Li Xianyu can empathize with this kind of thing. In his lifetime, he was the only one who had survived the grasshopper sword. Grasshopper sword erodes flesh and soul, destroys flesh and primordial spirit.

The ancient monster cells' self-healing ability was not enough to fight this toxin. At least Li Xianyu couldn't resist it at first, and eventually died.

The Buddha's head and Baker Richardson were happy at the same time. The grasshopper sword was finally stabbed in. This sword is the key to the final victory. Now it has finally achieved its effect, which means that the scale of victory has tilted towards them.

And if it still fails to play its role, the best outcome is five or five, each waiting for reinforcements.

"Oh!"

The head of the young teacher banged **** the back of the head, and the hitting Baker would grow his brain to "hum" and temporarily lost his mind.

The blood vessels around it protrude, blood swells quickly, and the pain of the dual burning of the body and soul allows it to explode its potential. After a head hammer, it lifts the chest of the Buddha's head in one foot.

There was a loud noise in the heavens and the earth, and the golden body of the Buddha's head was shaking.

He flew out like a ball that had been slapped.

The young master who got rid of the uncle fled, and fled towards the western Zen house.

Boom boom!

The head of the Buddha smashed the three halls in succession, rising from the collapsed ruins, Jin Guangcancan, holding a grass to carry a sword, and quickly returned.

"Why do you know how to do my best?"

The two flew in the direction of the zen room, and President Baker groaned.

The word "also" fully reflects the sadness of President Baker at this time.

The enemy is currently trying to suppress his emotions, otherwise he is roaring around the collar of the Buddha's head: youare Bichi. fuckyoumother.

Scold Chinese English.

The head of the Buddha thought about it. Somewhat embarrassed. The monk did not slang, but it was not easy to sell Li Xianyu. After all, this cheap grandson was the only son of his favorite disciple, Li Wuxiang.

Don't look at him on the surface, he is very concerned.

"I see. Li Peiyun." Baker Richardson gritted his teeth.

The head of the Buddha was stunned, his face dull.

No, donor, why do you think so?

You lost to Li Xianyu in the island country. The poor monk is Li Wuxiang's master and Li Wuxiang is Li Xianyu's old man. How do you infer from this logic that it is Li Peiyun who has leaked the most extreme skills?

When Beck Richardson looked at the face of the Buddha's head, he thought he had guessed it right, and the unknown flames went up, his blood pressure soared.

Lao Tzu ’s signature school is out of school. I have n’t taught this set of extreme schools myself. As a result, it has blossomed everywhere.

Qi death even class.

He was going to unload Li Peiyun by eight pieces and throw it out to feed Stalin.

Soon, they came to the west zen room, and the night breeze sent a strong **** smell.

The head of the Buddha looked at Baker Richardson with a grim expression. I have a bad hunch in my heart.

Before climbing, I didn't see the disciples of Shingon Sect, but only fled in advance. After seeing the master's avatar appearing in Daxiong Baodian, he confirmed this speculation even more.

But now it seems that things are far more cruel than they think.

Following the smell of blood, the towering corpse mountain appeared in front of him, and a body was piled up, like a grain pile in a farmer's granary.

Those corpses were dressed in blue navy clothes or puppets, and there were more than 400 disciples of Shingon Sect. All of them were here.

They are the zealots of the Lord, the subordinates who swear allegiance, but how can the Lord care about their lives? Human rights are things invented by human beings. To the master, any creature is both a thug and a food.

The teal humanoid crouched on the "mountain" where the corpses were piled up, and it was very fast. Its teeth were sharp and hard. It seemed that even the steel would bite. A complete human corpse, if you remove your head, you can swallow the jujube. .

The head is also an excellent food. Lifting the opening bone, sucking the brain tissue inside, the taste is soft and palpable, and the tongue melts away in the mouth.

Baker Richardson, accustomed to the strong winds and waves, couldn't help scalping when he saw this scene, and his spine seemed to crawl.

"evil creature!"

The head of the Buddha's head quickly rose with scarlet light, from small to large, and from dark to bright, giving him a bit more demon taste.

At the moment, the leader of Buddha's door, sitting at the pole of Lianghua Temple for twenty years, was out of anger at this moment.

This pair of red pupils, symbolizing the blood, never lit up in their lifetime.

But tonight is an exception.

The grasshopper sword was poured into the powerful Qi machine and turned into pale gold, and the hot sword body distorted the air.

The head of the Buddha stepped forward and strove to cut it down.

Even without considering toxins, the Grasshopper Sword itself is a powerful killing weapon, far superior to all magic weapons.

In the silent night, the dazzling golden light flashed away, like the lightning that suddenly cut through the sky.

The master's avatar melted in Jianguang, and even the corpse mountain with Jingguan's appearance collapsed and annihilated in Jianguang.

This is not right .... How could the Dominator's clone be so fragile, even if it was badly hit.

Baker Richardson had just thought of gas, and suddenly his spine was upright, and his heart suddenly accelerated.

His fighting instincts and body response surpassed his brain, and he didn't seek forward and roll over on his own. Instead, he turned sharply and turned his arms behind his chest.

boom! Click! puff!

First, the muffled sound of the collision of the air machine, then the sound of the broken arm, and finally the sound of the fist running through the chest.

The green division's avatar successfully attacked and succeeded.

The moment Baker Richardson was penetrated in the chest, he instinctively flew out, kicked at the waist of the teal humanoid creature, leaned back, and opened the distance.

He staggered back, shook his body a few times, and nearly fell.

Warm blood was flowing from the chest, and the combat suit was stained. The broken heart was beating hard, and each beat was accelerating the loss of blood.

The avatar that just died under the Buddha's head sword is not a real avatar?

The head of the Buddha was too impulsive, and the reason was destroyed by anger .. I too, for a while, my scalp was numb, completely shocked by that hell-like scene ... Baker Richardson was out of his wallet Take out four disposable needles, tie them around the neck, and inject.

In the process, I didn't pay attention to the master avatar, because the head of the Buddha will inevitably intervene to prevent the avatar from making up the knife.

After the injection of blood medicine, he retreated into the shadows, feeling the flesh and blood of the wound began to slowly move, repairing the injury.

He was quite surprised by his incredible self-healing ability. He had heard about the magical effect of Li Xianyu's blood medicine for a long time, and it was his first experience today.

This is far more advanced than the "Human Organ Printing" technology, which is being researched internally by the Superpowers Association. No, it cannot be said to be advanced. This is not the power of science, but the miracle of life evolution, and the wonder of nature.

It is exactly the same as Gu Yao's self-healing ability.

"It slaughtered the blood of the Shingon Sect beforehand. It has long been prepared for the advantages and disadvantages. Devouring flesh can enhance self-healing, or are these bloods controlled by it and have its flesh and blood in it? It now recovers its flesh and blood, To resist the toxin attack of the grasshopper sword? "

Baker Richardson scrutinized the ancient demon's plan, thinking of the fake avatar that devoured the **** corpse to confuse himself and the head of the Buddha. He was more inclined to the latter guess.

Dominated by the ancient demon, he has both powerful and unmatched strength, but also lacks outstanding wisdom ... Baker Richardson is expressionless, his eyes dark and deep.

"boom!"

The grass-like sword's sword smashed the ground paved with bluestone, and the teal humanoid creature leaped up and pointed at the Baihui acupoint of the Buddha's head.

Generally speaking, Baihui Point is the flawed life gate of any hard work. Baihui Point is commonly known as Tianmen, which occupies the most important position in the Qi training system. Anyone practicing Qi starts from opening the Tianmen.

As long as the fire gathers hundreds of points, most of the hard work can't be carried.

when!

The golden body of the Buddha's head shook for a while, and the skull cracked slightly, but it quickly solidified and reshaped the golden body. At the same time, he stabbed a grasshopper sword.

The sword tip penetrated into the arm of the teal humanoid, and before it could penetrate deeper, the young division had retreated.

It retreated to the side of the stacked corpse, tore up a flesh, chewed, swallowed, and sneered: "After the extinction of the ancient demon, human beings are the most delicious food, and they are inexhaustible."

Its chest rots and pus, and the injured right arm trembles slightly, trying to endure the severe pain of the cheekbones.

It could not irritate the Buddha's head anymore, blood flowed down from the top of the head, the old monk's face was red, the red pupil gradually extinguished, his normal pupil color was restored, his hands were folded together, and the compassion was pitying: "Amida Buddha.

The green teacher gave a squeak and smirked.

Buddhism supernatural power pays most attention to the state of mind. This is true of King Kong's indestructible body and immovable King Seal. Tai Shan collapsed in front of him without changing his color, not sad, not happy, not angry, not panic, not timid.

Seeing it swallowing human flesh, the head of the Buddha had a flawed state and was replaced by fury. The gold body was unstable, and it was almost broken by a finger just now.

But the same method was used for the second time, it was useless, and the Buddha's mind was modified to be stronger than it expected.

Click, click ...

The young master chewed with his mouth, his flesh and bones chewed into pieces.

Puff puff!

It spit out the meat foam in its mouth without warning, turning them into a barrage, covering it densely towards the Buddha's head.

boom!

The slate cracked at his feet, and I killed Baker Richardson, who was trained in the distance.

It intends to solve President Baker thoroughly and eliminate this hidden danger first. It is more meaning to take refuge. For example, use Baker Richardson's head for grasshopper swords.

Is n’t the Buddhist door concerned about who is in **** if I do n’t go to hell, or is it compassion?

See how the Buddhist leader chooses.

As soon as it showed its intent, the Buddha's head noticed its thoughts, ignored the flesh coming from his face, and rushed to Baker Richardson.

In the eyes of President Baker, a black shadow came from the left on the left and a golden shadow came from the right on the right. He was sandwiched between two poles.

After approaching Baker Richardson, the shadow suddenly turned to kill the head of the Buddha.

The two sides collided violently, with a loud bang, the air machine swung outwards, and then appeared vortex.

Corpses, gravel, tiles, foliage, etc .... various sundries rise into the sky with the vortex.

The Zen room collapsed one by one, and the debris was drawn into the vortex.

Baker Richardson saw a broken arm and a sword flying down beside him, and the grasshopper sword slammed into the ground. The broken arm quickly rotted into a foul-smelling flesh.

Grasshopper sword! !!

The Buddha's head and the lord's avatar are in single palms, and the air machine forms a vortex, which will firmly attract each other.

"President Baker!" Shouted the Buddha head.

There is no better opportunity than now. While they are fighting against the Qiji, no one can break free. At this time, Baker Richardson became the key to the final victory.

"Come here!" Baker Richardson's calm voice came.

puff!

The sound of the sword piercing the flesh.

The Buddha's head froze, his head bowed, and he saw a sword tip pierced from his chest.

Suddenly, the terrible toxins eroded the body, ablated the flesh and blood, eroded the cells, annihilated the Yuan Shen, and pushed the head of the Buddha to the abyss called death.

The Buddha's head looked up and looked at the young master.

"Do you think, why should I treat you with the Qiji?" Qingshi responded with a sneer, without explaining the others.

The Buddha's head slowly trembled, and the terrible pain devoured the poor old man, making him tremble even when he was dying ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ The old monk tried his best to turn his neck a little, and seemed to want to turn back and look Take a look at the person who took his life, or question him.

"I'm sorry," Baker Richardson whispered softly.

"....."

The head of the Buddha stopped and did not continue to turn his head.

The Buddhist leader folded his hands and lowered his eyebrows, "Amitabha."

Some readers have already guessed that Richardson's identity is mainly for me. I thought about giving you a "surprise" before, and I didn't set the stage. But after thinking it over, I felt that would be too abrupt. A really good writer is to let the reader vaguely guess the development of the plot. This is logical and does not appear blunt.

In addition, the fighting drama seriously delayed the speed of the code word. It was really hard for me. I was fighting in the later stages, and I was really tired. Fighting is always the hardest, not only for novels, but also for anime and manga. The former burns the brain, the latter burns funds.

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