The sun is scorching in the sky, the desert is fumigating like a cage, and the sand is boiling hot.

The four kind-faced Buddhas walked side by side, walking in unison, neither hurried nor slow.

"Is there a distinction between high and low faith?" the Buddha on the far left suddenly asked.

"have."

"To defend the national territory by oneself is great; we only believe in money and are ashamed to speak out."

The four of them looked at each other, put their hands together and said "Amitabha", and then laughed loudly:

"Buddha said: So what?"

Working hard for money is not a unique virtue.

I have been working in this industry for at least thirty years, and I have never failed to live up to my employer's reward, and I have never failed once.

The most arduous task was to face an abyss saint. After fighting for two days and two nights, three of the seven of them were lost. Finally, they carried the saint's head to see their employer without losing their credibility.

This time Hu Yanshou lost his entire family. Not only had he collected the wealth accumulated by the Hu Yan family for decades, but he had a bad conscience if he did not complete the task.

Every step the four of them took, they left lotus footprints in the loess, and the outline of the bloody lonely city appeared in their sight.

"Just listening to Hu Yanshou's statement, I feel that this man is tragic. Only by seeing it with my own eyes can I deeply understand the true saying of 'Unless hell is empty, I swear that I will never become a Buddha.'"

The Buddha with high cheekbones clasped his hands together to calm down the strong shock in his heart.

No matter what the desperate situation is, we are still in the city and we will never retreat.

The man in red robe who looked at the mottled watchtower and muttered to himself looked over and slowly walked down the city wall.

"Here we go..." He smiled, "Is it fun to steal a house?"

"I'm only in my twenties, and my head is already gray, so miserable." The leader, the Buddha, held a Zen staff and hung it in the southeast.

Stepping through the blood abyss of the lonely city, the man with white hair fluttering in the wind walked gently to the side of the banner, shrugged his shoulders and raised his head:

"It was snowing. It was snowing heavily at that time."

"Almsgiver, you should be liberated." The Buddha, who was holding up the round rock, said this and sat cross-legged.

He could sense that the city defender was completely mentally disturbed, not half crazy, but truly insane.

They have all sunk, but they still have the obsession to protect the territory, which is pitiful and respectable.

"I, the Buddha, sympathize with the suffering of the world and come into the world to atone for your sins."

"The second time, the third life, the fourth life, Fanbai gives the donor a ride!"

The Buddha with the Zen Staff shouted fiercely, and the Buddha's light filled the outside of his body.

The names of the four of them are very simple, [Puervate all sentient beings]!

Suddenly, golden light emitted from the four directions of southeast, northwest, and four monks moved their lips and sang the Bodhisattva's hymn.

Gu Changan's eyes were clear and he stared at the bald donkey innocently. In just a moment, invisible threads wrapped around him, binding him tighter and tighter.

"Don't kidnap me, I'm not going anywhere." He tried to break free.

"Relief!" Yipu suddenly closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Gu Chang'an, why do you have to suffer in this world? Don't be sad, death is happiness to you."

The sky was shrouded in golden light, and the four monks continued to chant, with endless magic power.

The man with flying white hair was oozing blood all over his body, as if he had been fished out of a sea of ​​blood. There were thousands of wounds all over his body, penetrating to his limbs and bones.

"But I have to defend the city..." Gu Changan looked confused, but the bloody sword hanging on the watchtower did not move.

"relief."

"relief!"

"relief!

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The four monks muttered, their voices getting louder and louder, and the Buddha's light gathered into clouds, but the people on the other side still did not turn into mummies.

They were horrified to see that the wounds all over this man's body were visibly healed, cracked and healed again, and so on.

"Let me defend the city!" Gu Changan's face was twisted, and he kept tearing the thread no matter what.

Yipu coughed violently, and the golden light outside his body gradually dimmed, as if he could no longer hold on.

He doesn't understand.

Far better than the torment of burning fire, Gu Changan didn't faint? It was as if he was accustomed to this kind of pain.

What’s even more puzzling is that I’m suffering backlash?

The remaining three monks had bulging veins on their faces. Just the aftermath of the shock made them miserable, but this man was still thinking about breaking free.

Terrible will!

Gu Changan was covered in blood layer by layer. He felt that his body was about to be squeezed into a thin film. Why didn't the blood sword obey his orders?

"Sisheng, hold on!" Yipu looked to the northwest where he was unable to do anything.

The short and fat Buddha turned pale, and black blood began to flow from his nose and mouth, and he could hardly bear the backlash.

Suddenly, he noticed the flashing golden light in the watchtower, and his eyes were filled with horror:

“Origin Buddhist niche!

"

Hearing this, the three monks looked at the Buddhist niche in the watchtower at the same time. Gu Changan turned his head and tried to summon with his Qi machine. The blood sword did not move, but the Buddhist niche flew from the air.

Bang!

The body shook violently, the Buddhist altar fell to the ground, the invisible threads broke, and the bloody sword came out in an instant.

"What belongs to the poor monk belongs to the poor monk..." Yipu Buddha looked greedy and stared at the Buddhist treasure sunk in the sand.

The so-called origin refers to the great changes in heaven a few decades ago and the first wave of objects to be baptized in the new world, and this Buddhist altar was among them.

"Why did you destroy my home? I just wanted to keep it safe. What did I do wrong?"

Gu Changan came towards him with his sword in hand, his murderous intent and his scarlet eyes glowing like a ferocious beast in the desert.

"Kill!" the four monks said in unison.

Although he was not good at close combat, he was more than capable of besieging Gu Changan. The Zen staff, round pan, diamond conch, and iron bowl were dancing in the air, and a melee broke out.

The blood sword fell, and the sword energy could not be captured at all, only the killing and world-weary energy.

Although I had known that this person was an astonishing genius who created his own qi machine in the old world, facing this ray of qi machine, even his mind was shaken, not to mention the oppressive feeling caused by the yellow sand in the sky sweeping into the shape of a giant dragon.

Clang!

There were several violent collisions, and the blood sword slashed at the body of the Vajra snail. Even the mouth of the snail was cut with scarlet gashes. The weakest Si Sheng was the first to vomit blood.

"Monster..." Yipu looked anxious. He punched Gu Changan's chest with his Zen staff, punching a blood hole as big as a palm, but the latter stood tall and asked curiously:

"Is it beautiful?"

The voice was extremely cold, as cold as an ice rock.

The bloody man has no scruples or pity, and does not even have any thoughts of protecting himself. He does not dodge or evade. He is just a puppet of the mind. The only remaining thought is to kill.

The four monks had no time left to frighten them, as every sword struck by the opponent was a fatal blow.

"Do you know what is the most beautiful thing in the world?" Gu Changan said in a simple tone while waving his sword:

"It's the ultimate, it's pure, it's the most complete obsession."

The second time the Buddha smashed the round rock hard on his back, the Qi machine cut his skin, and the gap opened up a bloody hole in his chest, and even his heart was faintly visible.

"Can you put it back like me?" Gu Changan cut off Si Sheng's earlobe with a sword and clicked his tongue a few times. He couldn't tell whether it was regret or appreciation.

In an instant, the four monks finally felt fear and suddenly understood why Hu Yanshou was willing to bankrupt his entire family.

"If we want him to be liberated, unless the Buddha personally joins the battle." The three Buddhas couldn't help roaring, and the iron bowls in their hands buzzed.

The same fighting method was also ineffective in the past. Seven people fought the saint at close range, and finally sacrificed three lives in exchange for the saint's head.

The saint will be exhausted, but the monster in front of him seems to have endless power, and the more he fights, the braver he becomes.

"Buddha...How many soldiers does Buddha have?" Gu Changan asked curiously, and suddenly moved his blood sword to slash at the biggest flaw in the formation.

A stinging sense of crisis hit him, and the Buddha of the Four Lives suddenly retreated. The other three monks wanted to rescue him, but the ultimate killing energy was too overbearing and cut the four lives in two.

"No!

"The three Buddhas' livers and gallbladders were about to burst as they watched the fourth brother lying in a pool of blood.

"Who told him to destroy my home?"

Gu Changan was strolling leisurely in the courtyard, his sluggish energy surged just a few points after killing one person, and the power of his sword became even more powerful and destructive.

"Relic, relic!" The Buddha for the second time looked at the grieving boss and shouted hysterically.

Yipu looked fierce, and instantly took out a crystal clear Buddha bone from his arms, shouting crazily and with all his strength:
To be continued...