Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chen Pingan's pupils shrank slightly.

According to what the old monk said, the drumstick is the eyeball of his granddaughter, so what about the drum head and handle?

The more you think about it, the more frightening it becomes.

But the old monk swallowed the splashing drum directly into his stomach.

Under Chen Ping's gaze, the old monk shed two lines of tears strangely.

The tears ran across his ravine face, twisted and twisted, went straight down, and fell to the ground with a slap, splashing a little dust.

Instead, Chen Ping raised his vigilance.

The one who swallowed the rattle was the old monk, and the one who cried was also the old monk, which made him a little puzzled.

"The sea of ​​bitterness, the sea of ​​bitterness."

The old monk sighed in a melodious tone.

"The world is a sea of ​​suffering."

"Only by experiencing pain, enduring pain, and seeing through pain can we reach the other shore."

He rubs his belly.

"It hurts."

As soon as the words fell, the skin of the old monk's whole body burst open suddenly, and thousands of dark red fleshy branches swayed and grew out of it. They twisted and coiled like a tree of fleshy flesh.

Soon, a dark red lotus bloomed on the top of the tree. At first it was just a spindle-shaped flower bone. In just a few blinks, the dark red lotus bloomed, and the petals swayed lightly, revealing the old monk sitting upright.

No, he is not an old monk, with delicate features, red lips and white teeth, he seems to be only in his twenties, like an independent Buddhist disciple.

If Chen Jiumo and Wang Chao were here, they would definitely be able to tell at a glance that the Buddha in the flesh and blood lotus platform is the one they saw on the mural of the Secret Path.

In that mural, there is a young monk in white, stepping on the arms of countless girls struggling in pain, walking towards the distance.

This scene fits perfectly with the old monk today.

The branches of flesh and blood continued to grow, and they coiled around the back of the Buddha's head, forming a disc, or light wheel, just like the light wheel behind the head of the enlightened person in Buddhism that represents great wisdom and great perfection.

This is the highest point of the Nine-Story Pagoda, where the image of the monk who drank the Buddha's marrow and became the future Buddha in the 68 murals.

Speaking of which, since Chen Pingan pushed open the door of the main hall, the external live broadcast interface has been divided into two. On the left is Yuanyuan and the current Buddha who are looking at each other, and on the right is Chen Pingan and the old monk.

From then on, the mixed races who watched the live broadcast were thoughtful, as if they had guessed something.

Especially after they saw the octagonal glass bottle lying on the ground, they confirmed their own thoughts. If they read it correctly, this should be the glass bottle containing the Buddhist marrow in the mural. According to the meaning of the mural, drink it The Buddha's marrow can be sublimated into a Buddha, and I don't know how much this effect has.

As for the answer to this question, they don't need to think about it, just wait, because the bottle of Buddhist essence has already entered the old monk's stomach.

Just watch his reaction afterwards to know.

It's just that the mixed-races felt a little pity in their hearts. After seeing the murals, they said that they didn't care about the Buddha's marrow at all. The feeling of being on the verge of degeneration is really uncomfortable. Either completely degenerate or turn into a dragon, otherwise they will always be in the gray area in the middle, and one day they will be driven crazy by themselves.

This is also the reason why the mixed races desperately pursue the evolution potion.

Buddha marrow is a brand new path, at least many hybrids have never heard of it, the doctor took a chance, he did not directly focus on the evolution potion, but pushed Deadpool, a biological weapon between hybrids and dragons, to They climbed to a higher place, thus creating a monster called Thousand-handed Buddha. Many hybrids speculated that the first generation of Thousand-handed Buddha, that is, the past Buddha in the murals, already possessed some characteristics of pure-blooded dragons, perhaps five generations of dragons. In short, the dragon blood is extremely thin, and the status in the dragon blood pyramid is also extremely low, but it is undeniable that they are indeed dragons, pure blood dragons.

Deadpool is the existence that has unlocked the genetic lock. As long as they continue to condense their blood, they will one day reach the 100% stage of pure blood. 】

This road is crazy and taboo. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, Deadpool is a degenerate hybrid. Their existence itself is a kind of mistake. Since it is a mistake, why continue?

The seemingly correct truth actually has a thinking trap. The direction of Deadpool is wrong for mixed races, but it may not necessarily be a necessary path for pure bloods.

The doctor broke through this thinking trap, and he continued to walk in the direction of Deadpool, and finally he was the one who successfully produced this biological weapon called Thousand-handed Buddha.

In a sense, the Thousand-Handed Buddha and the pure-blooded dragon are almost the same.

Afterwards, based on the thousand-armed Buddha, the Buddha and the Buddha's marrow were created.

Now the Buddha probably belongs to the weapon. What the Tantra really wants is the Buddha's marrow, the medicine that can turn people into dragons.

The mixed races who watched the live broadcast also focused more on the Buddhist marrow.

They were very curious about what would happen to the old monk who drank the Buddhist marrow.

Will it really turn into a dragon?

This kind of mixed race has pursued a great cause that no one has accomplished in five ages. Could it be that it will come true today?

But many mixed races are actually skeptical about this.

Leaving aside whether the path of Buddhist marrow is correct or not, first of all, the old monk's Buddhist marrow is still a semi-finished product.

According to the meaning of the murals, the Buddhist marrow made only from past Buddhas has a golden color and is a semi-finished product. It must be mixed with the blood essence of a pure-blooded dragon to turn the color of the Buddhist marrow into a dark gold. This is the real completeness. State of the Buddha's marrow.

Therefore, even if the old monk who only drank the semi-finished Buddhist marrow had changed, it was probably just some distortion similar to that of a dead waiter, and had nothing to do with the transformation of a dragon.

But what they didn't expect was that the old monk would swallow the rattle directly.

In the previous live broadcast, the mixed races also saw that the people of this organization used young girls as magic weapon materials, and some methods were not much worse than the devils in myths and legends.

When they first saw the old monk holding a rattle, they had already guessed that it might also be a magic weapon made of a young girl.

But even so, few people would have guessed that the material of this rattle was actually the granddaughter of the old monk.

This can no longer be described as frenzied.

I just feel unbelievable, and there is an indescribable chill.

Afterwards, the old monk talked about the pain and the other shore, and then swallowed the rattle directly into his stomach. The half-bloods only thought he was crazy.

But what happened after that made them suspicious again.

The lotus platform of flesh and blood blooms, revealing the monk inside. This scene is very similar to the description of the monk becoming the future Buddha in the three 68 murals, which has to make people imagine.

At this moment, the live broadcast screen is divided into two parts, the present Buddha on the left and the future Buddha on the right.

Yuanyuan and Chen Ping raised their heads, and looked at the two Buddhas with ignorant or determined eyes.

The dignified atmosphere seemed to pass through the screen, covering every mixed race in front of the computer.

The war is about to start.

Yuanyuan raised her head and looked at the sky.

If Lu Mingfei were here, he would probably say something like this.

"Have you ever seen a palm technique falling from the sky?"

Thinking of her teacher, Yuanyuan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"I've seen it before."

She drew her sword.

Bright to bright light blooms at this moment.

"turn out to be!
, This is the palm technique that descended from the sky. "

Rumble!
The huge Buddha's palm with a dark gold or brass color fell to the ground like a meteor.

A tsunami-like cloud of smoke rose into the sky.

The violent shock wave spread in all directions.

The underground building is also shaking.

+The live broadcast on the left is all gray and gray, the mixed races can't see anything clearly, the discussion forum is like crazy, they are anxious to see the follow-up, that little girl, the senior sister of Kyushu, what happened to her ?
Before the dust cleared, there was a sound.

That's round.

Just like when the live broadcast first started.

she says.

"Beginning."

The looks of the more or less mixed races are a little weird.

They are no longer unfamiliar with this word, and most of them have already found it out in the past so long. The so-called Shijie seems to be a proper term in an anime called "Bleach". The characters liberate their Zanpakuto, By calling Zanpakuto's name, it reveals its true posture and power.

It sounds handsome and right.

And it seems to be very powerful.

But... wait.

Yuanyuan, you are also a big sister, right? Faced with an opponent like Buddha, you are fighting, and suddenly shouted "Shijie", and you can't reach this level in the second grade!
But before they could express their emotions, they only typed half of the words in the discussion area, and Yuanyuan's next sentence came out.

she says.

"Tongtian."

The faces of the mixed-race people in front of the computer became even weirder.

Some people tried very hard not to laugh out loud, while others laughed out loud regardless, pounding the table and keyboard, tears came out of their eyes.

This senior sister from Kyushu is really... extraordinary.

It was also the first time for them to see someone with such a sense of ritual even in the second grade.

Not only did he talk about Shijie, but he even thought about the liberating words for Shijie.

Is it Babel?
According to the rules of Shinigami, the liberation word for Shijie is the name of this Zanpakuto, that is to say, in the setting of Yuanyuan, a middle school girl, her saber is called Tongtian.

But wait a minute.

If I remember correctly, Yuanyuan's saber is probably a bamboo sword.

Only a bamboo sword has been unraveled, and it is also called Laoshizi's Tongtian.

Really, what a laugh!
So their smiles bloom like this.

It also froze on the face in the next second.

The screen is on.

It wasn't someone who adjusted the brightness of the screen.

It's the world in the live broadcast, lit up.

Right after Yuanyuan recited the name of the sword.

Now the dust raised by the Buddha's thousand hands suddenly became disordered.

It was a scene like a vortex.

In the center of the vortex was Yuanyuan holding a sword.

Her sword is drawn.

The sword named Tongtian.

A light of indeterminate color surrounded the girl.

She was like a different person.

The innocence and ignorance in those clear eyes disappeared, and disappeared.

Instead, it was sharp and unruly.

But compared to him, that sword has changed even more.

It was just a bamboo sword at first, the kind of ordinary bamboo sword that can be seen everywhere, a few tanned bamboo strips tied together, and it became a bamboo sword.

But now, it has completely changed.

The mixed races looked dignified, or thoughtful.

Their eyes focused on the sword.

I can't tell its real material from the appearance, I just feel that it is neither copper nor iron, nor is it modern jade. A vicissitudes of life accumulated in a long history rushes towards my face. The sense of existence of this sword is so strong. Once it appears, it will be It firmly attracted all eyes, like a black hole, so that no one could move their eyes away.

No, not right.

Yuanyuan's words not long ago resounded in the hearts of the mixed races.

Inexplicably, they have a feeling that it is really inappropriate to directly use the title of that sword or this sword.

This is great disrespect.

It has a name.

Belongs to the true name of this sword.

That is.

all day.

Yuanyuan looked into the Buddha's eyes, which were now showing a fierce look.

Two giant palms patted her from left to right. They were palms that were bigger than the door panel, with a luster like gold and jade. One of the powers.

Yuanyuan didn't even cast a glance.

She just looked up at the sky and muttered to herself.

"Only ten breaths?"

"I see."

Seeing that the giant palm is about to compact the girl, what a terrifying scene, not to mention Yuanyuan, with the power of the Buddha's palms, even the so-called steel torrent tank can only end up being reduced to dust .

What's more, Yuanyuan is just a weak girl.

Some of the mixed race couldn't help but sweat for Yuanyuan.

"Run away!"

But more mixed races just look a little dignified. Judging from Yuanyuan's performance before, although this senior sister of Kyushu looks like a girl, if she is underestimated because of this, it is a big mistake. , maybe even don't know how to die in the end.

At least everyone in Kyushu came this way, even though from the scene it looked like Chen Pingan was the most powerful, fighting bloody battles, forcibly fighting a bloody way among the dead waiters.

But in terms of the number of beheaded servants, the sum of several Chen Pingan can't compare with Yuanyuan.

The scene of her attack was not as shocking as Chen Pingan's, but Yuanyuan's pure sword light was even more terrifying. Looking back carefully, the mixed-races discovered this, and Yuanyuan has never made a move so far Staying, her indifference is even more extraordinary, like a sword fairy high in the clouds, whoever wants to take life, she will take that life.

This kind of indifference is even more shocking, as if to Yuanyuan, taking a life is nothing, like trampling an ant on the side of the road to death, it can't arouse the slightest fluctuation in his emotions.

This is also the most terrifying place for the sword heart empty mind.

The ordinary rules in the world, all kinds of rules and regulations, can't affect the heart of the sword heart.

It is also the sincerity to the sword that can achieve great achievements.

Therefore, after realizing Yuanyuan's strength, the mixed races were not worried about this girl.

They are just curious.

Waiting with interest.

I want to see how Yuanyuan will overcome this challenge.

Is it the same sword light as before?
Or some other kind of swordsmanship?

Although Yuanyuan had already mentioned the beginning solution before, she did not recite Jianming at that time, but now it is different, the sword that reaches the sky has shown its true posture, so Yuanyuan will...

The fact is beyond everyone's expectations.

Yuanyuan didn't draw out her sword.

The girl with sharp eyes and unruly gaze didn't even look at the approaching palms.

She just lifted her foot, stepped forward, and stepped down steadily.

And a strange scene happened like this.

It was clearly an empty void, but Yuanyuan's foot seemed to be on the ground. There seemed to be a step invisible to ordinary people with naked eyes.

At this moment, the mixed races seem to vaguely understand why this sword is called Tongtian.

But the giant hand has arrived.

Yuanyuan hasn't drawn out her sword yet.

Are you going to run away?

Or……

Under the concentrated gaze of the mixed races.

The colorless light surrounding Yuanyuan's body suddenly spread.

They split into two strands and met the approaching giant palm.

That giant palm is so big, round in front of it, it's not even comparable to a palm print.

And this ray of light is even smaller.

But here lies the magic.

The giant palm has not yet touched Yuanyuan, but just touched the invisible thread of light, and the color and luster faded away soundlessly, like a stone statue, cracked again, when the wind blows, dust to dust, dust to dust , gone.

Only the back of the girl Tatian is left.