Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 264 Reclining Buddha

  Su Jian is tall and strong, has a background in running, and has the title of a national athlete. His agility is what he is most proud of.

  By chance, after advancing to Hei Tie, his physique was comparable to that of a superman.

   Taking advantage of the chaos in the arena, he found the right time to wear it out and shouted at the target crowd:

   "Run south!"

   "Run down the mountain after entering the forest, run as fast as you can!"

  The lethality of artillery shells and rockets can barely cause damage to the novice monks of Qianfo Mountain, but it is almost useless to Arhats.

   Not to mention Arhats and Bodhisattvas.

   Fortunately, they had a lot of smoke bombs in their hands, and the thick fog filled the audience, covering their sight, and they couldn't see their fingers for a while.

   This creates the conditions for escape.

   "Hoo..."

  A big golden hand protruded from the smoke, and pulled it horizontally. Su Jian rolled over to avoid it, and rushed forward with a hug.

   Send the person out of the square, give a hasty confession, and rush back again.

  …

  Guo Yi was young, he was an apprentice cook, he dropped out of school early, he was aggressive and disliked by those around him.

   But his name was right.

  This person is very loyal.

  Holding a black iron black soldier in the shape of a long knife in his hand, he rushed out without a word. Relying on the cultivation base of the black iron realm, he beheaded a group of novice monks and arhats to serious injuries one after another.

   Then motion to several people around:

   "Do it!"

   "If you kill them, you still have the strength to escape. Flee down the mountain. Even if you can't escape, don't die so aggrieved. You have no spine at all sitting and waiting to die!"

  He despises this kind of person the most.

  Anyway, they are all dead, so why don't they die more stubbornly, and they are driven to the mountains to cook, but they dare not resist, and they have no guts.

  But he just thought about these words, and rushed to another place after explaining a few words.

  Time is urgent.

  The chaos in the arena will not last long. Once Luohan regains consciousness and the smoke clears, whether they can escape is another matter.

  …

"whee…"

  The weird laughter made Su Jian's face darken, and before he had time to think about it, a giant arhat appeared in front of him.

   Ear picking arhat!

  This arhat has the most human-like appearance, unlike other arhats, either with a big belly and bulging, or ears with drooping shoulders, each with a different appearance.

  Its eyes are agile, and its expression is leisurely and content, giving people a wonderful feeling of refreshing, full of wit and full of meaning.

   Suffered!

  Su Jian's heart sank.

  He suddenly thought of the origin of Ear-picking Arhat.

  Naga Shina was a theorist from India who lived on a hillside.

  The root of the ear?

  The six roots are clean!

  Aural…

   "Huh!"

  The big hand struck, ignoring the cover of the smoke, and bombarded Su Jian with precision.

  Ear-digging Arhat not only has amazing hearing, but his original name also means dragon army, which represents the great power that can destroy mountains.

   "Boom!"

  Amidst the loud noise, Su Jian spurted blood and retreated.

next moment.

  A group of arhats and novice monks with sticks in their hands had already surrounded him, and sticks weighing hundreds of catties fell down in disorder.

  ...

"what!"

  The familiar scream made Yin Ji's eyes twitch.

   Something happened to Su Jian!

   I don't know what's going on with Guo Yi, but with Guo Yi's temperament, even if he dies, he probably would be gritting his teeth and would not make a sound.

"Walk!"

   Taking a deep breath, Yin Ji growled at the others:

   "Come down the mountain now."

   Said and rushed to the square again.

  Maybe it was because they were too confident in their own strength, or maybe the people who caught up with the mountain were too weak, and a group of arhats did not bind the survivors.

   This makes the rescue of several people much more convenient.

  Create opportunities and give hope. As long as people are lucky, they will not choose to sit and wait for death, and flee down the mountain one after another.

   A few people entangled for a while, and many people can survive.

   "Shua!"

  Yin Ji's body was like a flash of lightning, and he rushed to a place where survivors remembered before, but the situation in front of his eyes made him stunned.

  A ten-meter-tall arhat stood in the field, holding a huge cloth bag in his right hand, looking at it with a smile on his face.

  Handbag Luohan Ingadha!

  The cloth bag in its hand is bulging, and it can be seen that something is wriggling inside.

people,

   I'm afraid they have all been put into the cloth bag.

   "Amitabha." The cloth bag Luohan squinted and smiled:

   "I look at the face of the benefactor, and I have a relationship with my Buddha. Why don't you stay and enter my belly, and join me in studying Buddhism. Wouldn't it be nice?"

"damn you**"

  Yin Ji's complexion darkened, and he withdrew.

  He has self-knowledge, knows that he is not an opponent of Arhat, and will not be desperate to save people because of impulse.

   "Stop!"

  The cloth-bag Arhat strode forward, his ten-meter height allowed him to take several feet in one step, bent down and grabbed it with a big hand, it turned out to be Yin Ji who was running forward extremely delicately.

   According to legend, Ingatuo was a snake catcher in India.

  He catches snakes to make it easier for pedestrians to avoid being bitten by snakes. After catching snakes, he pulls out their fangs and releases them in the mountains.

  The bag in his hand was originally a bag for snakes.

   This catch is like trying to catch the snake's seven inches. It seems ordinary, but it makes Yin Ji feel that he can't dodge it no matter what.

"drink!"

  Amidst the roar of anger, he turned sharply, and an arc pierced through his sleeve, slashing at the palm of Arhat.

"Ding!"

  The scimitar and the palm collided, but there was the sound of gold and iron clashing.

  Yin Ji gathered his momentum and went all out, but he was still a little overwhelmed. He finally clenched the scimitar tightly and did not let go, and his body flew sideways.

  The cloth bag Arhat just leaned back, and even opened the cloth bag in the other hand, falling towards Yin Ji as a hood.

  The cloth bag in its hand is obviously a special source quality product.

  The cloth bag does not seem to be big, but it is still empty after filling a lot of people, and there is a huge suction to pull it through the air.

"what!"

  Yin roared furiously, his flesh trembling rapidly, and with the help of a secret technique he had learned from Mr. Zheng and hadn't mastered yet, he jumped several feet and broke free from the suction of the bag.

next moment.

   The feeling of dizziness after losing strength came to my mind, and I couldn't help but staggered under my feet.

   But Lohan in Bags will not stop there.

   A big hand falls!

  ...

  Under the siege of two arhats and two mounts, Mr. Zheng went all out to perform the Tianpeng vertical and horizontal method, turning his body into an afterimage, and shuttled back and forth.

   Arhats and mounts are huge.

  Compared to him, his thin stature is like a nimble bird, dodging left and right under the opponent's attack, and counterattacking one or two from time to time.

  However, compared to his agility, his attack power is obviously insufficient.

   Except for letting Linglu fall to the ground once, there was almost no achievement in the whole process.

"what!"

  The screams made Old Zheng's heart sink.

  Looking around the audience, the smoke has begun to dissipate, and a group of arhats and novice monks are frantically massacring the survivors who tried to escape.

on the square.

   Blood flowed like a river!

   Dead bodies are everywhere!

  The seriously wounded and howling person was lifted high by the Arhat, and thrown into the boiling water of the copper tripod, screaming and struggling crazily inside.

   "Peng!"

  Several monks held sticks in their hands and smashed the people who tried to climb out of the copper tripod into them.

  The smashed head was bleeding, unable to resist, and finally turned into a cooked piece of meat, rising and falling in the cauldron, exuding a strange smell of meat.

  Arhat even found a slender iron stick and pierced a person from the beginning to the end.

  Then hold an iron stick and put it on the fire to bake.

  The person who was impaled was not completely dead for a while, and he was still moaning.

   Most of them were novice monks cleaning up the residual limbs and minced meat on the ground, throwing large pieces into the cauldron aside and boiling them at high temperature.

  The same family becomes cooking meat!

   Purgatory on earth!

   Rao is Mr. Zheng who has been through decades of experience and knowledge, and his mood has long been tempered like a stubborn stone. Seeing this tragic situation, he still couldn't help but look sad.

   Beast!

monster!

  …

   Gritting his steel teeth tightly, roaring in his heart, he suddenly walked out of the siege.

  Although he couldn't bear it in his heart, he also knew that there was nothing he could do. The most important thing now was to preserve his strength and help more people survive.

   Those who cannot die are worthless!

   With such a chaos, many people have already rushed into the dense forest and fled towards the mountain. It is worth saving so many people.

time to go!

   "Shua!"

  With a cold light flashing in front of his eyes, Tianpeng was running spontaneously, and his body seemed to go against inertia, changing from rapid forward to accelerated backward.

   It's like there is an invisible rope pulling behind.

   "Swish Swish!"

   Dozens of cold lights intertwined into a net, covering a radius of several feet, and fell head-on.

quick!

  Extremely fast!

   Almost as fast as a black iron peak master.

"drink!"

  Old Zheng shouted lowly, retracted his arms suddenly, and rushed straight for more than ten feet, broke through the cold light in the impossible, and fell to the ground with one body.

"what?"

  His body tensed, and he turned around to look, his eyes shrinking accordingly.

  A Bodhisattva about six meters high appeared in the field at some unknown time, clasped his hands together, and looked at him with a benevolent smile on his face.

  Compared to arhats and spirit beasts, Bodhisattvas are not big in size, and can even be regarded as petite and exquisite.

  But at this time, the arhats and spirit beasts who had just started to fight, restrained their ferocious faces, and stood behind the Bodhisattva very obediently.

   "Avalokitesvara?"

   "Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands!"

  Looking at the many folded arms behind the Bodhisattva, Elder Zheng's voice couldn't help but sink.

   "Goodness, goodness." Avalokitesvara walked slowly, with a soft voice, and a peaceful mood that made people feel like a spring breeze:

   "My Buddha is merciful, this time I came to the world to save the common people..."

   "Evil Obstacle!"

  Before it finished speaking, Mr. Zheng had already folded his body and rushed forward, his ears closed tightly, and he had no intention of talking about Buddhism with the other party.

   "Stop!"

   Avalokitesvara of Thousand Arms possesses supernatural powers, and appeared behind Mr. Zheng with one step, with thousands of arms stretched behind his back, each holding a sword and a wheel of precious soldiers.

   Slammed down on the tiny figure in front of him.

  In an instant.

  There are many afterimages in the air, the air waves are rushing, and the howling wind is wrapped in a deafening roar, rushing in the direction of the weapon.

  Compared to Arhat, this man's power is even more frightening.

   "Tianpeng vertical and horizontal!"

  The fierce murderous intent caused Elder Zheng's complexion to change drastically, his agility was pushed to the limit in an instant, and countless afterimages appeared within a square inch.

   "Shua!"

   "呵..."

   There was a cracking sound, which made Old Zheng's heart shudder.

   It wasn't that he was injured, but that the clothes made of stalk grass were torn by strength, which also greatly reduced the effectiveness of stalk grass.

  Agility can't help but slow down.

   This delay, in normal times, is no problem, but at this moment, it makes people desperate, and a jade ruyi has already been smashed on the chest.

   "Peng!"

  Old Zheng trembled, vomited blood and flew backwards for more than ten meters.

   "My Buddha is merciful!"

  Seeing this, Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara's face was ferocious and ecstatic, but he shouted the name of the Buddha of Compassion, and appeared in front of him with a big stride, with his hands stretched out to fish.

  The big mouth has also been opened in advance, and I can't wait to taste the delicious food in front of me.

  The next moment.

   "Boom!"

  A blinding thunder light fell from the void, and the zigzagging thunder draped directly in Guanyin's face, causing her to back away screaming and howling.

  Hands can't help but loosen.

   "Zhou Jia!"

   There is no need to look back, Mr. Zheng already understands who is coming, as if he has a backbone in his heart, suddenly it is certain.

  In the eyes of others, he is the pinnacle of the survivors.

  He himself is very clear, no matter in the Ruins Realm or here, Zhou Jia, who possesses extremely powerful power, is the foundation of the people on earth.

  So when the survivors complained that Zhou Jia didn't help them improve their strength, he was the only one who kept saying good things for Zhou Jia.

   "Take someone down the mountain."

   The breeze was rippling, and Zhou Jia, who was more than two and a half meters tall, appeared in front of Mr. Zheng, and casually threw out a piece of storage equipment:

   "There is source marrow inside, and it will send people back to the Eagle's Nest."

   "Original Marrow?"

  Old Zheng took over the equipment, and couldn't help but be overjoyed:

"then you…"

   "I'll stop them."

  Zhou Jia stepped forward, his ears quivered slightly, and at the same time the Consciousness Sea Origin star brightened, his physical body and even his soul changed at this moment.

  Listen to the wind!

  Dragon Tiger!

Violence!

  God!

   "Boom!"

   An aura that almost surpassed the peak of Heitie emerged from him, and it was only the source force that shook the air, which made Mr. Zheng retreat involuntarily.

  Even breathing is stagnant.

   "Shua!"

   Zhou Jia waved his hand, and a long knife flew out through the air.

  At the same time, Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara had a ferocious face in his sight, waved the thirty-six precious soldiers in his hands, and slashed at him.

  Each of the treasured weapons is obviously a special source quality, and its power is no less than that of the Black Iron Xuanbing.

  Before he started to use God, Zhou Jia might not have much confidence in resisting this kind of offensive, but now...

   "Peng!"

  The light strike of the shield seemed slow, but it caused the air to vibrate violently. Thirty-six precious soldiers flew together, and the middle door of the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara opened wide.

  God!

  One step!

  Hoo...

  Old Zheng's eyes narrowed behind him, and his heart beat wildly.

   Zhou Jia's speed of this step was actually one point faster than him, and the movement was easy and free, without causing the slightest rumor.

   Shrunk to an inch, that's all!

  Five thunders!

  Thunder belongs to the kung fu method, and its power is doubled.

  Dragon Tiger!

  Physical enhancement.

Violence!

  The strength has skyrocketed, and you can fight by leaps and bounds.

  Five-colored lightning gathered on the double-edged axe, and blasted towards Guanyin in front of him with terrifying force.

   "Boom!"

   Just for a moment.

  The six-meter-high Thousand-handed Avalokitesvara was torn apart by the violent thunder, thirty-six precious soldiers fell in all directions, and golden corpses fell like rain.

   There was silence in the field.

  Elder Zheng was short of breath, and couldn't help hesitating for a while.

  The strength of Avalokitesvara of Thousand Hands is estimated to be second only to masters like Wu Shidao, but it is such an existence, how can it lose to Zhou Jia's one blow?

  When did he become so strong?

   "Go!"

   One blow hit, but Zhou Jia's face did not show joy, but his face became more dignified, his eyes passed by many arhats, and he looked behind.

  In the middle of the mountain, a reclining Buddha slowly opened his eyes.

   Reclining Buddha.

  The body is over 100 meters long!

  *

  *

  *

  Yin Ji was pressed to the ground by the cloth bag Arhat with one hand, and the bottomless cloth bag opened in front of him, approaching little by little.

  The weapon in his hand was also swept away.

   despair,

   emerged from the heart.

   Seeing that he was about to be covered by the bag, the Lohan in a bag froze suddenly, and the big hand pressing on his body suddenly lost strength.

   Before he had time to think about it, Yin Ji hurriedly broke free from the traction of the bag and jumped up.

   What came into view was the huge Arhat who fell to the ground suddenly, with a long knife wrapped in lightning piercing through the back of his head.

   It seems to be called by some kind.

  Yin Ji was stunned for a moment, subconsciously took a step forward, and held the long knife.

  The next moment.

   "Om..."

  Everything about the Zilei Dao technique poured into his sea of ​​consciousness along the Thunder Dao.

  Dao Fruit!

  The fruit of the Tao is not a fruit.

everything,

   can be carried.

  The cloth bag arhat on the ground was not dead for a while, but was still struggling, Yin Jifu felt his heart, his wrist trembled, and the thunderbolt light had already been cut down.

  Dong Lei Thunderbolt!

   "Boom!"

  As the head of Arhat in Bags exploded, a huge source of power also poured into his body.

   At this time.

  Liang Xingzhi, Chang Wuming and others also rushed to the square. Under the leadership of Mr. Zheng, who had regained his senses, they rescued the living one by one from the arhats and novice monks in the crazy killing field.

   As for Arhat.

   Except for the two who were far away, Zhou Jia stopped them all by Zhou Jia holding a shield and axe.

   "Go!"

  Seeing that thanks to the killing, black irons among the survivors were born, all of them were ecstatic, but only Zheng Lao had no joy on his face, and hissed loudly:

   "Downhill!"

   "Hurry up and go down the mountain!"

   "Boom..."

  The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

  The reclining Buddha wakes up.

  Zhou Jia blasted the riding elephant Arhat with an axe, his body sank suddenly, and when he looked up, a huge figure covering one side of the sky came into view.

  The terrifying coercion made his flesh tremble, his heart flustered, and his expression became more dignified.

Buddha!

  (end of this chapter)