Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 304 Alien God

   Same night.

   Li Guxin, who changed into a black robe, walked into a courtyard.

  In the courtyard.

   There are already several people waiting.

  Everyone is dressed in black and black robes, their appearance is hidden in the hood, and their breath is not revealed.

  But Li Guxin knows that the people who can come here are definitely not the weak. There are only a few silver like him, but there are many black iron peaks.

   "Doto Pixis." Someone said:

   "The people are all here, can we say the will of my lord?"

   "Alright." The Gaul from Femu World named Doto Pixis nodded when he heard this, and took out a wooden carving from his arms:

   "Oracle:"

  Including Li Guxin, everyone bowed their heads in unison, with a respectful attitude.

  Doto Pixis took a deep breath, with a dignified expression:

   "Kill the Son of Destruction!"

   There was silence in the field.

  Li Guxin raised his head slowly, his eyes flickering wildly.

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   Freight yard.

  A phantom holding a strange weapon suddenly appeared.

  Phantom's facial features were shrouded in endless darkness, a cloak formed of black smoke fluttered in the wind behind him, and the blade in his hand was shaped like a death scythe.

  Momentum—Ghost Brake!

  The moment the momentum takes shape, the world seems to become gloomy and dark.

  The huge freight yard is like a ghost town.

  Gui Sha's spirit swayed slightly, crossed a hundred feet in an instant, and appeared behind the Great Joyful Bodhisattva as if teleporting.

  Secret technique—slicing the body!

  The sickle in his hand fell from bottom to top, and in the perception of a group of white iron low hands, the void seemed to be split in half by that knife.

  Time and space freeze at that moment.

  A group of white-clothed people panicked, with despair in their eyes, and the face of Little Angry Bodhisattva turned around ferociously, and the flames rose and fell rapidly.

   Only without this slashing knife, the speed is changing.

  That is naturally the real reality, but the perception distortion caused by the will suppression of the silver weak.

   "Moo!"

  Bronze bell Xiaolu like the Buddha's chant, spit out from the mouth of the little angry Bodhisattva.

  Shut up phrase—whatever you say!

   The sound falls.

  The stagnant void suddenly returned to its original state, and everyone's perception was also freed from the influence of this terrifying sword intent.

   But that does not mean the lifting of the first.

  Little Angry Bodhisattva's eyes were wide open, and he made a tactic with one hand, and the terrifying source of power rushed out of his body, gathering into a phantom in the sky.

  Boldness—Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands.

  Arrogance is based on source power, which is an illusory existence that integrates spirit and spirit.

   But nowadays.

  Whether it’s the ghost temple or the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara, they are all lifelike, like living creatures, like ghosts and gods walking out of paintings.

  Ghostly and gloomy, Guanyin mighty.

  Although it is as small as the leader of the oath, it is obviously more solid and full of a unique charm.

  Thousand-hand lotus stand!

  The thousand arms in front of Guanyin's back are stretched out in sequence, like a lotus flower blooming, and several fingers emerge layer by layer, blocking behind the sickle.

  Before retiring to silver, the perception is keen, and the awareness of safety has become the instinct of the body.

  Sneak attack.

   Almost possible success.

  Even if Gui Sha made a sudden attack, the little Bodhisattva still made a defensive posture in time.

   "Boom!"

   The sickle and the lotus stand collide together.

   There are several visible vigor bursting out from the contact point, sweeping all directions.

  Through the strength, the small ground was cracked one after another, the house was divided into seven parts, the shelves were divided into seven parts, and even the formation covering the warehouse was torn apart.

  And on the feet of Little Angry Bodhisattva, the ground suddenly sank eight feet, and there was a small hole with a diameter of about ten feet out of thin air.

  The two struggled to live, and fell in at the same time.

   "Om..."

  The air trembled.

  The real killing intent will follow.

  The ghost house's all-out effort is just to divert, and there is no one else to make up the knife.

  Zhou Jia's complexion was serious, his muscular body accelerated to the limit within a short distance, smashed through the sound barrier, and appeared next to Little Angry Bodhisattva at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

  When my leaning body came close, I stood upright suddenly, like an angry bear, clenched a fist with seven fingers, and blasted backward.

  Tiangang Domineering!

  The attack that was ready to be launched was chosen at the right time, and it was the bottom of the Little Angry Bodhisattva before his energy exhausted.

  For that blow, Zhou Jia even chose to take out Yanshan Shao, just for fear of arousing the vigilance of the opponent.

"Well!"

   Moment of crisis.

  The Little Angry Bodhisattva uttered the truth, and the mantras and mantras aroused the source power in the body, so he suddenly raised a force and intercepted it sideways.

  Buddha's palm!

  The golden Buddha's hand struck towards the person coming, as if the Buddha opened the Seven Fingers Mountain, trying to suppress the furious ape.

  How...

   "Boom!"

   There was a loud noise, and the trembling freight yard trembled.

   Under Tiangang's domineering bombardment, the golden Buddha's hand disintegrated with a sound, and the force of the fist remained undiminished, falling under the spirit of the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara.

  Two people, one has been preparing for a long time and going all out, while the other is breaking out quickly and responding hastily, weak and strong, and the outcome is obvious.

"Um!"

  The Little Angry Bodhisattva groaned, staggered and fell in. At the same time, he let out a small roar, waved his thousand hands, and bombarded wildly behind him.

  Secret Technique—Wrath of Ten Thousand Buddhas!

  The full-strength explosion at the critical moment made Guishe and Zhou Jia also have to temporarily avoid the edge. After only a moment, we fought side by side again.

  The opponent is injured, and the injury is still serious.

   Take advantage of my illness and kill me!

  The ghost house hissed and roared, swung the sickle in his hand, and chopped down with a tangible saber intent.

  Secret Technique—Soul Slaying!

   Zhou Jia let out a groan, touched the ground with his feet, and jumped up, a thunderbolt fell from the sky at the right time, and fell into the Li Guxin who was taken out.

  Seven Lightning Ax Method—Four Thunders!

   "Boom!"

  In an instant.

   Thunder roared, and the earth shook.

  The young Bodhisattva clenched his steel teeth, his eyes glared angrily, and his mouth roared again and again, and he had resisted the siege of the two silvers with his own strength.

  Avalokitesvara is neither female nor male, nor female nor male, representing the harmony of yin and yang, complete self-sufficiency, and all energy and spirit locked in itself.

  What he is good at is defense.

  Although the moves are better than Zhou Jia's Hundred Fighters, they have a stronger foundation.

  With the full support of the Eight Chan Sects and the Zhao family of the royal family, the young Bodhisattva has already secretly obtained silver and laid a solid foundation.

even.

   Thanks to no one's guidance, he is also an outstanding existence in the martial arts all the way.

  In terms of strength alone, I am weaker than the ghost house. Although I was injured by a surprise attack, I can barely support it for a while.

  Eight people fought, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while, but the others outside the freight yard were unlucky.

  When gods fight, mortals suffer.

  An easy blow by the silver weak is too heavy for Bai Tie, let alone a small fight by eight people.

  The freight yard is too narrow for us!

  The terrifying and violent energy was like an endless gust of wind, sweeping back and forth in the freight yard, and many people were involved in it screaming, life and death were uncertain.

  If the insubstantial coercion falls on the body, even the people with perfect spirits will find it difficult to distinguish their directions, passively change their body shape, let alone escape from this place.

   Such a small freight yard.

   into orderly chaos.

  A man in white knelt down on the ground, his body trembling.

  In my sight, the containers flew, the hurricane rolled, the ground cracked, and the deafening roar kept hitting the eardrums.

  Escape?

  Where did you flee?

  All directions are dead ends!

"slow!"

  At that moment, a beautiful figure broke through the chaos and approached me, growling softly at me:

   "Unlock the seal!"

   "Ah!" The man in white was taken aback:

   "Little...Miss..."

   "Slow down!" The man pulled off the upper and lower hoods, revealing his stunning features, but it was Guan Shigu who put his hands on the shoulders of the man in white and said angrily:

   "Is he a priest? Slowly unseal the seal of the **** stone and let the 'god' outside come out. Only in this way will you be helpless."

   "You come to protect him."

"slow!"

   "..." The man in white was in a trance, and then suddenly came back to his senses:

"Yes!"

  I collected myself and looked towards the God Stone.

   There are countless densely packed words similar to Buddhist mantras in the eyes, and all the words are like chains, especially enveloping all the sacred stones.

   is to know the function of words, it is simply reason.

  Cross-legged well, the white-clothed mouth quickly recited the unseal spell, and at the same time changed the seal formula with both hands to drive the source power in the body.

  For that day, I have prepared for a long time, and the whole process has already been memorized.

   is the blink of an eye.

   "click..."

  A crack appeared under the **** stone.

  The eyes of the man in white were ecstatic, and he slowly accelerated the unblocking movement.

   "click..."

  The cracks became less and less dense, ending at the 'head' of the divine stone, and spreading upward until reaching the heel.

   "Boom!"

  A ray of spiritual light emerged from the inside of the sacred stone and shot straight into the sky.

  Even the fight of the eight silvers can make the aura completely bright.

   "One thousand one hundred and eighty-seven years!"

"what!"

  A voice full of resentment and anger sounded:

   "You have been trapped in this narrow place by the spirit **** for a total of one thousand and one hundred and eighty-seven years, and finally... the **** finally escaped!"

   "Huh!"

  The gust of wind swept across, and a huge figure that seemed to be gathered by the wind and sand appeared under the man in white, stretching his muscles and bones hurriedly.

  'God' closed his eyes tightly, stretched his hands, and showed a lot of enjoyment:

   "A Taste of Freedom!"

   "The feeling of desire..."

"Who?"

  It lowers its head and looks down, a kind of momentum that overlooks all living beings naturally emerges:

   "Look, which believer released you?"

   "Respect God!" The man fell to his knees and approached:

   "The believers are currently in a dangerous situation and are being slaughtered by alien races. Please ask the gods to help and set up a **** to worship before going out."

   "Trash!" The 'God' frowned and angrily said:

   "The Yun clan is the lord of all clans, and the gods believe in the people. When they are bullied by a foreign race, they are too disappointing to the gods!"

   "Do you have such useful believers!"

   "Respect God." The man slowly raised his head:

   "The situation is the same now, you are in another world."

   "Another world?" The "God" was trapped in the God Stone for a thousand years, during which time he was in a daze, and all his energy was spent in calculating the time, even if he escaped for a while, he still failed to pass.

  It wasn't until that time that the perception was dispersed inward, and the brow wrinkled immediately:

   "Sure enough, the connection between you and heaven and earth has been slightly weakened, and your authority is also complete. Did you come to another world?"

   "It's also..."

   "Nimma!"

   Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt the terrifying aura colliding with him, his heart was beating wildly, and his subconscious mind turned into a wisp of smoke and rushed towards the divine stone.

   "Respect God." The man was stunned:

   "What are you doing?"

   "That's a trap!" the 'God' roared:

   "That was a trap aimed at you. They lured you out there just to kill you completely. You will fall for it."

   "In your world, gods kill or die!"

"also…"

  It looked back at the eight people who were fighting, with a distorted expression:

   "It is also possible that there is no such powerful existence!"

   "You want to go back!"

"go back!"

  Although the 'God' is weak, it relies on its innate authority, borrows the power of heaven and earth, and its body is relatively strong.

  Even the faintest of 'gods'.

   It is also possible that like the eight people here, their gestures are so terrifying!

   Not to mention that what it is good at is not 'combat'.

  The man looked dull, and the two men in white were at a loss.

  No matter what, we are willing to doubt that the "God" we have worked so hard to save is such a thing.

   Is that the hope of the ethnic group?

   "Get out of here!"

   At that moment, the Little Angry Bodhisattva who was fighting suddenly roared angrily, and moved his hand to move towards the divine stone.

   Last moment.

   "Om..."

  The strange words under the **** stone suddenly lit up, like golden chains, with a realistic shape, and plunged into the core of the **** stone.

"what!"

  'God' screamed and wailed, but was torn out of the **** stone by chains.

   "The Jiangmo lock is still 80 days away from completion. By then, the alien gods will be completely controlled. Now they are short of success, and they can only control it a little. It's all a good thing they did."

  Little Angry Bodhisattva clashed with Yanshan and staggered forward, sipping at the same time:

   "Foreign God, haunt me!"

"You are!"

  'God' turned pale with fright, and struggled desperately, but he threw himself at Zhou Jia, which inspired his natural ability and turned into dozens of tentacles to entangle him.

  These tentacles are sticky and greasy, exuding pink smoke inward, and even the air becomes lazy wherever they pass, and the speed is extremely astonishing.

  Zhou Jia was entangled with the Little Angry Bodhisattva, but he dodged in time, and his ankle was entangled.

  In an instant.

  I just feel dry and cold all over, and ripples emerge in my heart.

"Humph!"

  Zhou Jia snorted, the energy on his feet bloomed, his tentacles shattered in an instant, and he glared angrily at the incoming alien 'god':

   "Looking for death!"

   "It's none of your business." The alien god's face changed slightly, but his hands moved quickly, with countless tentacles dancing wildly and intertwining.

   "Get out!"

  Zhou Jia swung his axe, and the lightning flashed, immediately smashing a piece of tentacles.

   But those things seem to be endless and special, and in the blink of an eye, they cover the sky and isolate everything inside.

  When the inside is separated, a barrier expands accordingly.

   Alien gods are ‘gods’ after all.

   Even if it is a false god, the strength of the silver realm is fake, let alone the unimaginable ability, which is completely different from martial arts.

  Yanshan narrowed his eyes, his body rushed forward, Li Guxin danced rapidly in his hand, several tentacles broke behind my face, and retreated towards the body of the god.

   "Stop!"

   "Stop!"

   Seeing my menacing approach, the face of the 'God' changed slightly. When he roared, the tentacles in the field suddenly became dense, and countless faces appeared.

  The sound of extravagance quietly sneaked into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Um?"

   Zhou Jia's complexion sank, and anger emerged from his heart.

   "Crackling..."

   "Boom!"

   Time suddenly stagnates.

Violence!

  God!

  Zhou Jia's eyes were filled with thunder, he held Li Guxin, and slashed backwards.

  Seven Lightning Axe Techniques—Resist a thousand strikes from thunder!

   There were several thunder lights, which exploded in the middle of the cargo yard, and the dazzling thunder burst out in an orderly manner, contradicting the trend and enveloping the tentacles and 'God'.

  (end of this chapter)