0666 Nielong, you don't play cards according to the routine!
Bailong trembled all over, and the hot air wave instantly burned hundreds of Bailong's clones to pieces.
Bailong couldn't dodge, and a Buddha's light hit his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Saint, how can he be so fast?
Bailong's eyes widened in surprise.
Indeed, as Patriarch Bodhi said, the difference between a saint and a quasi-sage is the difference between heaven and earth.
The last time I was able to withstand a few moves of Amitabha, it was because Amitabha transformed and his spell cultivation power also declined, so I couldn't kill the white dragon in the first time.
However, this time is different.
Patriarch Bodhi maintains his original form, and his cultivation concentration is 100%. If the eighth-level saint wants to kill the white dragon, he will not be able to do so at all.
Bailong is in a very dangerous situation at this time. He has no ginseng fruit or flat peach on him, and the system is empty at this time.
He was careless and cleared the system before leaving.
This is how to do?
Sudden!
Patriarch Bodhi flashed in front of Bailong and grabbed his neck.
Hahaha! Ahahahaha!
Bailong didn't even notice Patriarch Bodhi's movements, but Patriarch Bodhi pinched his life gate.
Patriarch Bodhi laughed crazily and said: "Nielong, I didn't expect you to really follow me. You are seeking death on your own, so you can't blame me!"
At this time, Patriarch Bodhi felt extremely comfortable.
As long as Bailong dies, the Western Sect will return to its previous state and its former strength.
Without the White Dragon, the demon world and the dragon clan would not dare to blatantly resist Xitian, and the Jade Emperor would be much more honest.
Patriarch Bodhi held Bailong's neck with his right hand, and a pure Buddha's light condensed in the palm of his left hand, and he slowly raised his hand.
It seemed as if all the grievances and humiliations of the past five hundred years would end at this moment.
As long as the white dragon is killed, all the magic weapons of Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, including the magic weapons he was extorted from, can be recovered.
"Nielong! I will give you a chance to say the last words before you die. I will be responsible for conveying it to you... Wow!!!"
Unexpectedly, Patriarch Bodhi suddenly clamped his legs before he finished speaking.
"Evil Dragon!!!"
Bailong was pinched by the neck and couldn't escape. He simply took out Patriarch Bodhi's bird and squeezed it hard!
"Ouch!"
Patriarch Bodhi shook back and forth, flying all over the sky with his white dragon.
"Nie Long! Let go! Let go!"
Patriarch Bodhi squeezed Bailong's neck tightly, adding more strength to his hands.
Bailong's face turned red and his breathing stopped.
However, Bailong did not admit defeat!
Bailong squeezed Patriarch Bodhi's little bird hard and struggled to answer: "You, first loosen it and open it..."
snort!
If it weren't for Bai Long's immortal golden body, his neck would have been broken by now.
Patriarch Bodhi squeezed his legs tightly and pulled out strings of white smoke in the sky, flying quickly.
However, Bailong was not a vegetarian either. He poured all his strength into the palm of his hand and almost squeezed out water from the little bird of Patriarch Bodhi!
"Ouch! Let's let go together, let's let go together!"
"good……"
Patriarch Bodhi finally couldn't bear it anymore.
That is the most painful thing for a man, even for a saint, it is the kind of pain that reaches the soul.
"Nie Long, I count three two one, let's let go together! Three, two, one..."
Patriarch Bodhi let go of Bailong's neck, and Bailong also let go of Patriarch Bodhi's bird.
However!
"Ouch!"
Unexpectedly, Bailong immediately released the technique of Golden Crow Transformation into Rainbow, walked around behind Patriarch Bodhi, and took it back!
"Ouch, ouch! Don't pinch, don't pinch!"
Patriarch Bodhi begs for mercy!
"Nielong! You are the Taixu Emperor of the Three Realms. If you use such dirty tricks, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed if you tell them?"
Cough cough cough!
Bai Longmeng took a few deep breaths and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.
Patriarch Bodhi is worthy of being the eighth-level saint, so terrifying!
Just by swaying away the magic power of the Buddha's light, the white dragon can be seriously injured!
If you want to cure this injury, you have to wait until tomorrow and the system will refresh the three-shot 1688 to cure his injury.
At this moment, Bailong will definitely not be able to let go of Patriarch Bodhi, and will definitely kill him if he lures in the famous thief.
But keeping pinching Patriarch Bodhi's bird like this is not an option.
"Give me the remnant soul of Tang Sanzang!"
Only when the remnant soul of Tang Sanzang is in Bailong's hands can Bailong ensure that Patriarch Bodhi does not kill him and he can return to the Three Realms safely.
Bailong pinched fiercely!
"Yo, yo, yo, drink, oooo, ouch!"
Patriarch Bodhi wailed repeatedly: "Brother Long, I was wrong, Brother Long, I will give it to you right away!"
"hurry up!"
Bailong shouted sharply!
Patriarch Bodhi waved his hand, took out the remnant soul of Tang Sanzang from his arms, and slowly stretched his hand behind him.
Bai Long reached out to grab Tang Sanzang's remaining soul and put it into the system with a wave of his hand.
However, it is just this thousandth of a second.
Patriarch Bodhi grabbed Bailong's hair and pulled it up hard.
"Evil dragon! Let go, or I will eat your scalp!"
snort!
When it comes to ruthless fighting, Bai Long has never given up and has never met his opponent.
Bai Long endured the pain in his head, gathered all his magic power in his right hand, and squeezed it fiercely!
boom!
Just hearing that subtle sound, it was like a balloon filled with paste that suddenly burst.
"Ouch!!!"
Patriarch Bodhi screamed heart-breakingly, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he tore at Bailong's hand, and his strength was drained away.
Oh my god!
"Nielong, you don't have martial ethics! You don't play according to the routine! How can you fight like this? You still have the nerve to say that you are Taixu Emperor? Oh my god! It hurts me to death!"
Patriarch Bodhi broke an egg, but Bailong still didn't let go.
When people are in extreme danger, why should they care about martial ethics?
In a life-and-death fight, whoever can win is a hero. Survival is the most important thing!
Bailong turned his palm, squeezed it hard and pulled it down!
"Ouch..."
Patriarch Bodhi covered his crotch with both hands, his face turned pale, he stamped his feet repeatedly, and his whole body was twitching uncontrollably.
"Evil dragon! You are so presumptuous!"
Patriarch Bodhi's eyes turned cold.
If you want to accomplish great things, men, you have to be tough on yourself!
He saw that if he wanted to kill Bailong, he must first commit suicide!
He gritted his teeth, and a golden light cut off his own egg!
Evil dragon!
It won't take many years for him to cultivate a mere two or three inches of golden body.
Who knows, the strongest has its own strong hand, and every mountain is higher than the next.
Bailong took out the green lotus colored flag from his arms and threw it into the sky in the wind.
Bai Long put two fingers to his mouth and recited a spell quickly.
I saw the green lotus-colored flag, with golden light flashing, and a relic flashing out of the center, which struck Patriarch Bodhi between the eyebrows with a swish.
puff!!!
Patriarch Bodhi spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Bailong took this opportunity, raised the God-killing Spear, used all his strength, and stabbed Patriarch Bodhi with one shot.
With this shot, if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent bet!
"Nielong! You are seriously injured and you dare to use magic like this. Aren't you afraid that your soul will be seriously injured?"
Patriarch Bodhi was sweating profusely, throwing out the Buddha's light with both hands, resisting the white dragon's god-killing spear and the back-and-forth impact of the green lotus-colored flag relics.
"So what if you're seriously injured? You won't die if you don't resist?"
The huge consumption of mana and a heartbreaking pain eroded Bailong's mind.
We can't continue to fight like this!
Bailong rolled his eyes, waved his hand, took out Jin Chanzi's soul, and held it in his hand.
"Zhunti, let me go, or I will expel Jin Chanzi's spirit and make Journey to the West end!"
[The author has something to say: Dear friends, I have written Chapter 666 today. In the name of Bailong, I wish you all the best in your future work, study, and life, and everything goes well. Let's continue to be invincible in the three realms! 】