Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva bit Chen Yi's neck fiercely, his teeth biting, making a harsh pulling sound, like two pieces of rusty steel rubbing against each other.
Chen Yi thought he would be sucked dry by Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva like a vampire. When he heard this voice, although his gums were sore, he knew that he would be fine. It turned out that his Buddha body was as hard as steel at this time, but Mahasthamaprapta bit him.
Not moving.
The general situation is the Buddha's body, and Chen Yi is also the Buddha's body. When comparing the two, it turns out that Chen Yi's Buddha's body has the upper hand.
The situation was such that the steel teeth were broken, and I knew how to bite it again, so I had to give up, raised my head, with eyes full of reluctance and doubt, and coldly snorted: "Shame".
But Chen Yi knew that the situation was so great that he was scolding himself for taking advantage of Jin Chanzi's identity and ability. It was indeed a shame, but Chen Yi was so happy in his heart that it was shameful. What can you do? He bit the shredded meat in his mouth and shouted
:"Come again".[
The situation calls for shame, but there is nothing he can do against Chen Yi. Chen Yi said he would come again, but he really came again.
Poor Da Shizhi was rolled to the ground by Chen Yi, with his face covered in tearing wounds.
The general situation finally couldn't stand Chen Yi's despicable, shameful and bloody bites. At that time, his face was covered with blood and the bites were terrible, but his eyes showed determination and fierceness.
Chen Yi felt the change in the situation and saw something in his eyes. He knew that the Bodhisattva was about to use a killing move to save his life or risk his life. He almost immediately let go of the situation and fled quickly.
But it was too late, the desperate move had come. The desperate move compressed his consciousness to a small point, and then entered Chen Yi's body, wanting to pour it into the sea of consciousness and explode in the sea of consciousness.
, fight with Chen Yi
Die together. This is a very powerful move. With the power of his spiritual consciousness, it can be said that he is much stronger than Chen Yi. The stronger party uses self-destruction to ask for the weaker party to die together. According to common sense, there is absolutely no possibility of failure.
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However, as soon as the powerful consciousness entered Chen Yi's body, he suddenly wanted to shout, it was so inconsistent with common sense and so shameful.
Chen Yi's Buddha body is the killer of spiritual consciousness. Thousands of Buddha chants welcome the arrival of the great power of spiritual consciousness; the voice of the Heavenly Tears Stone rings in Chen Yi's body. It is an excited and expectant voice: "Good luck, just complement me."
The energy consumed." The two killers competed arrogantly, like two crocodiles staring at their prey.
The overwhelming consciousness was killed by these two killers before it could self-destruct.
Chen Yi relaxed his hands and let the unconscious Dashi Zhi slide to the ground. The unconscious Dashi Zhi, his whole body was limp, seemingly alive, but there was no possibility of continuing to show off his power. This is a vegetative state, Chen Yi thought. Mood
Relaxed and then remembered that I
His mouth was full of shredded meat, which was all human flesh. He quickly stretched out his fingers and plucked it out in his mouth, spitting out some smashed meat and saliva, but it still felt wrong. It seemed that he had swallowed a little at first, and then quickly licked his throat.
, vomiting again and again, vomiting out all the acidic water in the stomach.
Chen Yi was sweating profusely, with tears and runny nose, but then he remembered that there might still be some residue between his teeth, and he really wanted to cry. He remembered that he had to find a toothpick to pry Wukong's golden cudgel.
It can be big or small, it should be turned into a toothpick and used, right? Chen Yi shouted with a cry: "Wukong, lend me your golden hoop!"
At this time, Sun Wukong was fighting with Emperor Zhenwu. When he heard Chen Yi scream, he was irritated: "Use your fart, you didn't notice that I was beating hard. Come over and help after the beating!"
Chen Yi quickly wiped away the tears and snot from his face. He no longer cared about whether it was dirty or not. When he saw the fighting situation between Wukong and Zhenwu, he immediately forgot about the nausea and said with a smile: "What are you two doing? This
Are you dancing?"
Tianlei scolded her for a while: "What's the difference between you and a child? You cry and laugh at the same time, you're a real two-skinned person."
Chen Yi ignored him because he could see something was wrong with the battle situation between Wukong and Zhenwu.
The two people didn't dance on purpose. The sword in Zhenwu's hand looked antique, with a lot of age, and the blade was not very sharp, but when the sword danced, it was upright and peaceful, with its own majesty. Wukong looked at it with the golden cudgel.
It seemed like they were fighting randomly, but there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, the sticks were coherent, and the stick moves were continuous. Neither of them used magic, they just fought with their martial arts.
Although the posture of Zhenwu's sword dance is like dancing, the direction of the sword is in the gaps between the sticks. The swords are shining brightly, and they actually form a circle of swords. Although Wukong's stick is powerful and heavy, and his stick moves are also exquisite, the stick is like
Trapped by the sword circle, it gradually became a little heavier. The sword circle took the opportunity to expand outwards, and Wukong was forced to retreat outwards, hoping that the sword circle would expand and reveal flaws.
Although the sword circle gradually expanded, its power remained undiminished, and Wukong could not find a flaw to attack. Wukong's face gradually became uneasy, and the corners of his mouth gradually became angry. Zhenwu laughed in the sword circle and shouted: "Monkey, give up.
Bar."
Wukong originally had a red face, but after hearing Zhenwu's words, he turned pale. He is so powerful in the world, how can he stand the ridicule of others. He only heard a scream, and Wukong fell back more than a foot with his stick. Zhenwu knew that Wukong was not a person who escaped from the battle.
, so the sword circle is maintained and secretly on guard.
Wukong took off his belt with his backhand. The belt was made of unknown material and looked like a huge rubber band. Then he tied the belt to one end of the golden cudgel and held the other end of the golden cudgel with one hand.
The other hand pinched the other end of the belt, shouted sharply, and used both hands to exert force. The golden hoop slowly bent and completed a bow shape. Wukong tied the belt with the golden hoop with some difficulty, forming a bow.
A complete bow.[
Zhenwu laughed, his beard waving in disbelief: "You have a bow, but you have no arrows. You must be confused."
Wukong snorted coldly, then pulled out a hair from the back of his head, pinched it with his hand, and the hair turned into an arrow that was always dark and looked very metallic. He said coldly: "Is there an arrow now?"
Zhenwu's laughter stopped abruptly, and could only stop, because Wukong quickly drew the bow and arrow and aimed it at him. Before the arrow arrived, Bian's murderous intention arrived first. Wukong released the bowstring, and the bowstring made a clear sound, and the arrow
Suddenly it disappeared from the bow string, and the next moment, it came to Zhenwu's sword circle.
The arrow was so fierce that it pierced through the sword circle in one go, just like a needle piercing a balloon. A small amount of force is always the strongest. Zhenwu's sword circle could no longer be maintained, and the arrow continued to fly towards Zhenwu.
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Zhenwu looked at the arrows that were getting bigger and bigger in his eyes. He swung his sword to block it without thinking. The arrow collided with the sword. The arrow bent and the sword broke. Zhenwu was hit by the huge impact and was knocked back five steps before he stopped.
He cut his leg and couldn't help but spurt out blood.
Zhenwu covered his chest with his hands, took a few breaths, and said slowly: "Good arrows, good arrows."
Over there, Chen Yi shouted happily: "Wukong, good job. What is your belt made of? Why is it so powerful?"
Wukong's anger subsided slightly, and he finally had a smile on his face. He said casually: "It's not a good material, it's just dragon tendons."
Chen Yi opened his mouth wide, unable to speak the next words. Dragon Jin? This, this is too much. If the little white dragon were here, he would probably be pissed to death, Chen Yi thought evilly. This
Wukong, using dragon tendons as a belt is too disrespectful of this genius treasure. Moreover, what will the dragon think of it, and how will it make those who love dragons think?
Wukong saw Chen Yi's surprise and thought, what's so strange about this? The leather skirt I'm wearing belongs to White Tiger.
The two brothers looked at each other there, seemingly forgetting Zhenwu's existence for the time being.
Seeing that Wukong was not looking at him for the moment, Zhenwu quietly took out something from his sleeve. Holding the object in his hand, he seemed to gain confidence immediately. His eyes suddenly lit up and his face became rosy. He shouted loudly: "
If you throw a monkey, watch for a beating."
Wukong glanced sideways and saw a red line coming from the thing, running toward him without turning around or avoiding. He sneered twice, with a stern look on his face, as if he was mocking Zhenwu for his ignorance of life and death.
The red line was about to reach Wukong's body. The air near Wukong's body suddenly flowed and turned into a tornado. The red line hit the tornado and was changed in direction by the tornado. However, it returned to the original path and flew towards the object that emits the red line.