PFC Chapter 237: Haihui God: I want to kill you, and you dare to run away?
Chapter 237: Haihui God: I want to kill you, and you dare to run away?
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"My nephew wants to bleed you, and you dare to resist?"
Yang Lingxiao closed his eyes lightly, and the fire spear appeared in his hand. The divine pattern between his eyebrows flickered, and the divine fire vibrated out, easily taking the hand grabbed by the Happy Buddha.
"My nephew said he wants to bleed you!"
"You have to bleed!"
"If you don't obey, I'll kill your whole family!"
The voice of the Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly rang out from Yang Lingxiao's throat. When he opened his eyes, he saw a dazzling golden light. He raised his foot and took a step forward. The figure of the Laughing Buddha immediately flew backwards as if hit by a cannonball.
The long spear was thrown straight out, piercing through the shoulder of the Laughing Buddha and pinning him far away.
They are all divine thoughts, there is no such thing as strong or weak.
But the person who received this divine thought was Yang Lingxiao.
"boom!"
He took a step forward, and the long spear was once again held in the center of his palm.
He raised his finger to activate his divine eyes and blasted towards the Laughing Buddha in the distance.
"Nezha, you are going too far!"
Seeing the divine light falling, the Happy Buddha flipped his palm and threw out a Zen staff.
The divine light fell and collided directly with the Zen staff.
The divine spear shot out and pierced the body of the Laughing Buddha from top to bottom.
The dragon robe fluttered, and the true fire instantly condensed into a divine fire shield in mid-air.
"clumsy!"
"Nezha, do you dare?"
The Happy Buddha panicked.
The power of incense that I have gathered cannot be wasted here.
In a hurry, he suddenly looked at Yang Lingxiao.
"Wait until your golden body bleeds, then you'll know whether I dare or not. How long do you think your golden body can last?" The great god Haihui stood with a gun in his hand, staring at the Laughing Buddha with a disdainful look and asked.
Happy Buddha: “…”
"Yang Lingxiao, do you know who your father is? Your father is..."
"die!"
The spear blasted out, the fire shield fell, and it went straight towards the Happy Buddha, bleeding without hesitation.
"Ow..."
"boom!"
The divine fire is surging and the divine spear is clanging.
With the combination of the two, the body of the Laughing Buddha was like a rapidly expanding balloon, and then exploded into flying ashes all over the sky, leaving only the constantly wriggling power of incense.
"What a dog!"
The eyes of the Great God Haihui were extremely cold, and countless shadows of Dharma images were condensed behind him, rolling continuously. With a slight vibration of his breath, countless monks who had become sharp as the Happy Buddhas began to bleed from all seven orifices, and then exploded into flying ashes all over the sky.
Just killing without saving, that's it!
Happy Buddha, you can die now!
He said it!
Even Buddha can’t stay!
"Boom!!!"
The underworld was in turmoil again, and then a golden hand stretched out from above to grab the incense scent in the distance.
That's not incense at all, it's clearly the golden body he tempered with the luck of the entire world.
"roll!!!"
The magical power of the three-headed and eight-armed God Haihui spread out, and the Qinggang sword in his hand appeared out of thin air. With one slash of the sword, the giant hand collapsed, the Buddha's light rippled, and fire broke out when it fell to the ground. I don't know how many monks were burned to death.
"Nephew, Uncle San is going to find the dead rabbit and bleed it. I'll leave these things to you."
"By the way, your dragon body has revived. Don't get involved with the energy of the Sky Dragon or the Earth Dragon. Next time, Third Uncle will break off a dragon horn for you to play with!"
"Damn rabbit, die for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his spiritual thoughts immediately dissipated.
How could the God of Yi Haihui, with his violent temper, tolerate such a vicious act? Even if he couldn't kill the dead rabbit, he would at least poke a few holes in his golden body.
Is Buddhism powerful?
What does that have to do with the fact that the great god Haihui used his gun to poke dozens of holes in the Happy Buddha?
They only bully their nephew because he is a cultured person, but they themselves are not!
The rabbit spirit can be considered a monster, so it's better to kill it. It's just the right time to extract its tendons and bones so that I can refine a Qiankun Circle for my nephew.
What, rabbits have short tendons?
Then let's give him ten lifetimes, that should be enough, right?
"Farewell, Third Uncle!"
Yang Lingxiao opened his eyes with a wry smile, looked at the Qinggang sword in his hand, and bowed deeply.
Third Uncle is Third Uncle. He will do whatever he says he will do without hesitation.
"Peng!"
The scene just now had already made Master Taiyi's eyes widen, so much so that he was accidentally knocked off balance by an old monk.
He is not the ancestor, his name is Third Uncle Haihui!
It’s not that the disciples are not strong enough, it’s just that the enemy’s background is too strong.
"Senior, be careful!"
Seeing an old monk rushing towards Master Taiyi, Taoist Simu quickly threw the sword in his hand away.
"Demon, die!"
Master Taiyi swung the Taoist banner in his hand, and immediately nailed the old monk to the distant city wall. He grabbed him again, and the old monk passed away extremely peacefully.
"Thank you for the reminder, my friend!"
"The Buddha is dead, the Buddha is dead!"
"Run!"
"..."
Seeing that the ten old monks were wiped out, the remaining monk soldiers fled towards the depths of the underworld.
Do not ask!
The question is, their lives are lives too!
"escape?!"
"Fu Meng, charge forward and kill anyone who possesses the Buddha's light!"
Yang Lingxiao turned over and sat on Fu Meng's back, holding the Qinggang Sword and gave orders. With a grab of his big hand, the incense aroma in the air was immediately suppressed into the Lingxiao Secret Realm.
"Smash and kill!"
The five Yellow Turban generals laughed loudly, holding axes and chasing Yang Lingxiao into the depths.
The four guardian celestial masters jumped out without hesitation and tightly guarded Yang Lingxiao.
"Let's go!" Taoist Simu also chased after him, riding the golden coffin and holding a big sword in his hand, looking so majestic.
Master Taiyi was not slow in his movements. He also took a step forward and started chasing after him.
The monk soldiers are endless, as if they are endless. No matter how you chase them, they will always appear again and again.
"Open Hell!"
"Open hell!"
Seeing Fu Meng's figure already flying in front of him, a monk who looked like a leader roared, and before he finished speaking, a sword suddenly cut him into nothingness.
"Don't let them open the hell!"
"Boom!"
Before Yang Lingxiao could make any extra moves, the eighteen levels of hell were quickly opened with a series of rumbling sounds.
For a moment, endless evil spirits roared and rushed towards the crowd, with crazy expressions and full of resentment and unwillingness.
All the monk soldiers who were affected were torn into pieces and flew all over the sky.
"I don't want to be a ghost anymore, I want to be a human!"
"Rush out and go to the world of the living to be human beings together!"
"..."
"..."
The sounds that came one after another were extremely sharp, and the layers of ghost energy piled up like thousands of troops galloping, making people feel extremely scared.
"Master... Master, I'm afraid I can't bear this!"
Fu Meng said as he looked at the endless ghosts in the distance.
It must be painful to be stepped on like this, right?
Maybe they will be scattered here and there.
"What nonsense!"
"If we really let these things get out, we'll have to set up a formation around ourselves at all times."
"Master, why?"
"Avoid being struck by lightning!"
"go with!"
The seal of Emperor Yin moved horizontally and fell in front of the group of evil spirits, turning into a curtain of light and suppressing them in place.
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