The strange voice laughed: "It's so arrogant. If I hadn't been in harmony with this world at the beginning of my life, I would have had three points on you. Why would you dare to get into trouble now?"

With the laughter, the red flames rolled, and condensed into thousands of arms, holding on to various weapons, slashing towards the frost coat. Just the rolled-up air waves destroyed the walls and temples in the distance.

The white clothes in the flame waves were finally no longer motionless. Although the countless weapons with flame changes were close to the three feet around Zhishuang's body, the corners of her clothes were blown and a few charred marks appeared.

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"It seems that there is no living in this temple. These people are already unconscious. It seems that no one has resisted the demon sound. But I am fine. I am afraid it is because my soul is different from ordinary people..."

When Li Buzhuo passed the burned mountain gate hall, he saw dozens of unconscious monks, and some even suddenly attacked people. Fortunately, Li Buzhuo did not take it lightly and was not injured.

As his eyes crossed the high wall, Li Buzhuo vaguely heard a strange roar, and saw the churning heat wave, so he stepped up and jumped across several houses where the fire was not over.

After a moment, I crossed the last temple wall and saw a fire under the big Buddha in the mechanism.

The sea of ​​fire continued to transform into weapons, and strange beasts devoured all the centers. In the fire scene, Zhi Frost was wearing a white dress, holding a wooden sword with one hand, and forming a seal with the other hand, walking towards the big Buddha step by step. With each step, the air waves under her feet forced the flames to storm, and swept out a clear place. At the same time, countless gods around her escaped from the acupoints, and condensed into the shape of armored weapons, bathing in flames, rushing into battle, like a large army.

Li Buzhuo was stunned when he saw it, and his heart couldn't help but jump. If such power was placed on the battlefield, he would be the enemy of thousands of people. He deserves the power of a human immortal!

But in a blink of an eye, a terrifying laughter came from the Buddha, and the flames rolled up suddenly and violently. Zhi Frosty's footsteps shook, and the clear land around him was suddenly compressed to only five steps. Li Buzhuo was suddenly shocked. Zhi Frosty's method was suppressed by the sea of ​​fire and the sound of demons.

Li Buzhuo was distracted and heard the strange voice in the big Buddha exclaimed: "There are still living people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red flame in the sea of ​​fire was shot towards Li Buzhuo like a long snake! The thin red flame illuminated all the houses on both sides. In an instant, Li Buzhuo saw it as daytime as it was, and he felt the heat waves were imminent across hundreds of steps!

Li Buzhuo said intimately that he had no time to hide in the flash of lightning. Suddenly, a clear shout came from the fire. He wiping the wooden sword with his finger and gently shook a sword flower. The rolling sea of ​​fire was sucked in like a humble wooden sword whale. The fire disappeared, and the thick dark night suddenly enveloped.

The red flame that shot towards Li Buzhuo was also swallowed by the wooden sword.

The strange voice laughed and said, "What a big appetite, my magic flame is endless, see if you can swallow it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, countless flames appeared from the void, and Zhishuangyi looked solemn. The red light of the wooden sword in her hand flashed, and it seemed that it was about to explode. She glanced at Li Buzhuo, groaned, rose from the sea of ​​fire, crossed out of emptiness, and fled outside the temple.

A sharp laughter burst out from the Buddha about torn his eardrums came out. Li Buzhuo only felt that the magic sound was piercing his brain, as if his eyes were about to explode, and he wanted to knock his head open to free himself. The magic sound contained countless kinds of mixed desires, which made him seem to have experienced the desires of countless people in an instant, almost lost himself, and occupied by the desire.

But no matter how the mind shakes, although Li Buzhuo's true spirit floats around like duckweed, it has never been subverted. In just a moment, the magic sound gradually faded away. Li Buzhuo slightly regained his consciousness and wanted to see the movement of Zhi Frost's clothes at the first time, but his heart moved and deliberately made inexplicable moans and murmurs, tilted to the ground, like those pilgrim monks who were fascinated by magic sound.

After falling to the ground, Li Buzhuo dared to use his light to spy on it. He saw that Zhi Shuangyi had escaped from the temple, followed by a demon shadow surrounded by Buddha light and Sanskrit. Zhi Shuangyi suddenly looked back in the air, waved the wooden sword downward, snatched out of the sea of ​​fire, covering the demon shadow, and slashed down with one sword, Zhi Shuangyi escaped again, as if it was no longer supported.

The demon shadow only stopped moving slightly and followed him closely.

In a blink of an eye, two figures disappeared.

Li Buzhuo's heart beat like a drum. After a while, he calmed down slightly and got up from the ground. Looking around, there were only some fire and embers. Except for the night wind and the crackling sound of fire in the temples in the distance, there was no other movement.

"She was trying to lure it away..."

Although the body had already completed the great circle of heaven, Li Buzhuo couldn't help but breathe slightly and turned to look at the big Buddha in the mechanism.

"The thing she fought with was actually a little stronger than the human immortal. I don't know how long she could lead her away. The letter said that I wanted me to destroy the mud Buddha in this big Buddha within half an hour..."

Li Buzhuo glanced at the horizon, held the candle dragon tightly, walked through a square where the green bricks were burned into glass, and walked towards the Buddha.

Li Buzhuo was originally very fast, but the closer he got, many desires suddenly appeared in his heart. He had to silently recite the quiet meditation formula that was better than nothing, and approached step by step.

He remembered the steps in his mind, and counted to 521 steps. Li Buzhuo was blocked by the door under the Buddha. Then he suddenly realized that he was soaked all over. With his heart rhythm and pulse, he walked for nearly two quarters of an hour more than 500 steps. When he looked up, the lacquered gold Buddha statue looked down like a living thing.

Li Buzhuo opened the door and saw that inside the Buddha, four huge candlesticks were lit with red candles, reflecting the big Buddha's belly with redness. The smell of sandalwood, ghee and candle wax came with a disgusting odor. When Li Buzhuo looked closely, he couldn't help but feel cold. He saw broken limbs and broken arms scattered on the ground, and the walls from all directions seemed to be made of flesh and blood.

In the center of the abdomen of the big Buddha was a lotus platform made of white bones. On the lotus platform, a mud Buddha was raised in front of his chest and spread on his knees, with a smile on his face. Li Buzhuo saw the mud Buddha at once, and felt a strange aura coming towards him, as if countless snakes and insects were climbing on their backs and were about to turn around and escape.

Squeezing his fear, Li Buzhuo took a deep breath, picked up the bones on the ground with his toes, and walked towards the Mud Buddha. When he approached, he found that Mud Buddha had a back side, but his face on the back was withered in the skin and his body was as shattered as rotten wood.

"Wind and flourishing?"
Chapter completed!