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Zhou Wen's eyes flashed strangely, and he was about to activate the pupil mirror transformed by the young son of the candle dragon, and use the hole candle vision to kill the ferocious golden-winged bird.
Who knew but suddenly heard a loud roar, coming from the center of the Buddha's eyebrows.
The golden-winged bird seemed to have been awakened. It actually stopped chasing Zhou Wen and looked up at the big Buddha.
Zhou Wen also looked over and saw that Leng Zongzheng had already arrived in front of the Guardian's Cocoon. He was holding a knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was piercing the Guardian's Cocoon.
But within the cocoon of the guardian, a hand broke out of the cocoon and grabbed the tip of the long knife that Leng Zong was stabbing at.
That hand was glowing with Buddha's light, white and clean, and did not look strong. However, it held a sharp blade, and the blade was not able to hurt the hand at all.
"The sound just now, is it the sound of the palm breaking out of the cocoon?" Zhou Wenzheng was surprised when he heard another click.
The knife in Leng Zongzheng¡¯s hand was actually broken by that hand.
Leng Zongzheng stepped back, staring at the cocoon of the guardian solemnly, and murmured to himself: "It's still too late, has it already developed to this point?"
Except for the tyrant Beamon who was still chasing the monk-clad skull and the hammer, everyone stopped and looked at the cocoon of the guardian.
Click! Click!
The guardian was constantly broken, and crystal fragments fell down, and clean Buddha light emitted from the cocoon.
The Buddha statues in the entire Buddhist country seemed to come alive at this moment. The golden Buddha statues, whether they were statues or carvings on the walls, actually emitted the sound of chanting sutras.
Throughout the Buddhist kingdom, mysterious murmuring sounds echoed like mantras, as if they were praying, and seemed to be welcoming the arrival of something.
Along with the murmuring sound, golden Buddha light rose from all the Buddha statues. The Buddha light converged towards the center of the Buddha's eyebrows and flowed into the rupturing companion egg.
Click! Click!
Most of the cocoon made of crystal silk has been broken into pieces, and Zhou Wen and the others can already see the creatures in the guardian's cocoon.
It was a bhikkhu dressed in moon-white monk robes. He looked no different from humans, except that there was a white hair on his forehead, as crystal clear as jade, with spiral patterns.
He sat cross-legged in the cocoon, and countless Buddha lights gathered in front of him and turned into beads, which automatically connected in front of him and turned into a string of golden beads.
As the Buddha's light condensed more and more, the Buddha's figure appeared on the beads.
When the cocoon of the guardian was completely broken, the string of beads finally condensed into shape and fell into the hands of the bhikkhu who was sitting with his eyes closed.
With the Buddha beads in hand, the entire Buddhist kingdom became quiet, the murmuring sounds like chanting sutras disappeared, and the Buddha's light on the Buddha statues also disappeared.
"When I was born, the Buddha died" The bhikkhu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes so clean that it felt like a mere glance at him was blasphemy.
But as the monk's voice sounded, all the Buddha statues in the entire Buddhist kingdom were shattered, and even the giant Buddha statue that was more than a thousand feet high collapsed.
The entire Buddha statue is falling into pieces and slowly sinking in the void.
The skeleton in monk's clothes and the golden-winged bird were all trembling and praying to the bhikkhu who was holding Buddhist beads and exuding the supreme Buddha's light.
The bhikkhu holds a Buddhist bead in one hand and presses it in the air with the other.
I saw a huge palm print appearing on the ground of the Buddhist Kingdom. The tyrant Behemoth, who wanted to continue attacking the monk-clothed skeleton, was forcibly knocked into the ground.
Zhou Wen was deceived and frightened, and quickly took the tyrant Behemoth back. Fortunately, the tyrant Behemoth was not killed, but only slightly injured.
"However, in a state of absolute strength, he was forcibly suppressed and even suffered a little injury. The strength of that bhikkhu was so terrifying that it is unimaginable.
"Principal, do you want to retreat?" An Sheng asked in horror as he moved quickly inside the collapsing Buddha.
"There is nowhere to retreat. I will deal with him. You can do whatever you want with those two." Leng Zongzheng replied without looking back. Then he looked at the bhikkhu and asked, "What's your name?"
"The Buddha has died," the bhikkhu replied.
Leng Zongzheng did not speak, but on his body, one after another divine light rose up. Those divine lights condensed and formed in front of him, turning into a beautiful goddess in black with a harp in her arms.
"Guardian? Principal Leng actually has a guardian?" Zhou Wen saw the goddess in black holding a harp in front of Leng Zongzheng, and immediately saw her identity. It turned out to be aA guardian.
"What's your name?" the bhikkhu asked, looking at the goddess holding the harp.
"The Divine Qin." When the goddess replied, her figure had turned into streaks of light and integrated into Leng Zongzheng's body, while forming a black dress on Leng Zongzheng's body.
Leng Zongzheng¡¯s aura has also undergone earth-shaking changes due to the integration of Shenqin, like a devil in a dress.
Leng Zongzheng was sitting in the air, and the Magic Piano Throne had already appeared in front of him. The castle-like vertical pipes and rows of keys all exuded a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
It is different from the Magic Piano Throne that Zhou Wen saw last time. This time, the Magic Piano Throne has become even more terrifying because Leng Zongzheng has broken through to the god level with the help of the Divine Qin. Every key exudes a terrifying energy. Heart palpitating brilliance.
Leng Zongzheng pressed his hands on the keys, and the sound came from the huge castle-like vertical pipe.
Zhou Wen didn¡¯t think there was anything special about the piano sound, but the Buddhist beads in Fo Mie¡¯s hand shone brightly, as if they were fighting against some kind of force.
Zhou Wen didn¡¯t have time to listen to the magic of the piano sound, because the golden-winged bird had already rushed towards Leng Zongzheng, seeming to help the Buddha to be destroyed.
Zhou Wen immediately released two golden war-god halberds, attacking the golden-winged bird from one side, and slashed it with the golden sword in his hand.
The bald parrot, standing on Zhou Wen's shoulder, also called to the golden-winged bird: "Little eagle your daddy is here"
The Skeleton in Monk Clothes also wanted to rush towards Leng Zongzheng, but An Sheng rushed over to stop him. However, An Sheng only had one love letter that was at the mythical level. That Love Letter was far from being a match for the Skeleton in Monk Clothes. He could only keep retreating and use various strange skills to hold him back. The forward steps of the monk's skeleton.
Seeing that Ansheng was in danger, Zhou Wen once again summoned the tyrant Beamon and asked him to help Ansheng fight against the Monk Yi Skeleton.
Tyrant Behemoth had just suffered some injuries, but fortunately he was not seriously injured. After rushing into the collapsing Buddha Kingdom, he immediately reopened his absolute power.
For some unknown reason, the monk-clothed skeleton faced the tyrant Beamon without fear of death, and at the same time stuffed the crystal in his hand into his eye socket.
As soon as the crystal entered the eye socket, golden light immediately emitted, causing all the bones of the monk's skeleton to burn with golden flames, as if bathed in the fire of Nirvana.
Boom!
The bone fist of the monk's skeleton collided with the fist of the tyrant Beamon. They were evenly matched, and no one took advantage. The terrifying shock wave generated by the collision of forces destroyed the already broken streets even more completely. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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