The substitute sister found that the plot collapsed

Chapter 95

"Or I won't go up." Song Xiang felt dizzy after thinking about it, so he sat down on the futon and simply laid it out.

In fact, if they are willing to share with him the method of protecting the sea of ​​consciousness, he can consider changing his mind.Song Zhuo looked at his companion expectantly, but all he got were two indifferent and distant figures.

At this moment, he suddenly understood the true meaning of the word loneliness—probably, even with teammates, he is no different from a single person.

This is really a sad story... Ugo looked up and saw the compassionate eyes of the Buddha statue, and unlocked the new skill of late night emo.

That's right, now the light of the Buddha lamp has changed from bright warm yellow to faint pale white, and it is already night.For the natives, it is a good time to get up early.

The outside gradually became bustling, and when they returned to the top of the tower, Xu Ying and Wu Ge also heard the movement, but what happened right now was too unexpected, and there was no time to remind Song Zhuo to be careful and not to be caught again.

The Buddha lamp seemed to be welded in the Buddha's hand and could not move a bit, but the golden bowl seemed to know that it had returned to the place where it should have been, but the seat had been taken by someone else, so angry and wronged, it took the initiative to fly into the air and bumped into it.

"Boom-"

The golden bowl was blocked by the characters summoned by the Buddha lamp, and the previous shield was suddenly revealed, and the sound of the bell hitting was also diffused with the collision.

The Buddha lamp who was provoked was also annoyed, and more characters flew out, far exceeding the number summoned by the priest before, and attacked the golden bowl in an orderly manner.

The two magic weapons fought back and forth like this for a long time, and the two melon-eaters also watched with relish. I have seen a lot of entanglements between monks, and this is the first time I have seen magic weapons fighting.

I don't know why they are so obsessed with the seat of the palm of the Buddha statue. In fact, the golden bowl can also be placed...emmm, on top of the Buddha's head.

The big Buddha's right hand is raised up in front of his chest with the curved arm held flat, the palm facing outwards; his left hand is placed on the abdomen in a flat held position.The Buddha lamp occupies the position of the left hand. In order to show that there is no room for compromise, the main body is enlarged a bit, and there is no gap at the edge of the Buddha hand for the golden bowl.

The golden bowl was not a vegetarian either, as soon as its stature changed, it became as big as a Buddha lamp, and it continued to recklessly rush towards the palm of the Buddha's palm.

"Why don't they stay small and stay in the palm of your hand?" Xu Ying skillfully avoids a splashing character. These days, people who eat melons should always pay attention to unexpected disasters, otherwise they will change from eating melons to melons.

"They only compete for one position," Ugo thought for a while, and came up with a vivid metaphor, "It may be the same as the formation heart."

The size of the array core used to place energy is completely determined by the array mage, there will only be one, and two different energy sources cannot be placed at the same time, even if there is still room, because this will complicate the energy conversion, if you don’t pay attention The whole formation will be destroyed once.

Perhaps the palm of the Buddha statue is similar to the position of the center of the formation, which bears the responsibility of the hub.

But the authenticity of the Buddha lamp is a bit unreal, this position should have been the golden bowl, and the rightful owner has returned, so why do you turn around and drive people away?
Although Xueran told Xu Ying that the two Buddha treasures had no magic weapon yet with the same kind of intuition, this did not prevent her from brainstorming the plot.

"This person has lent you to sit for so many years, it's time to pay me back!" The golden bowl moved away from the Buddha lamp, and something fell from the mouth of the bowl, but it disappeared immediately, without attracting the attention of the two of them.And the golden bowl seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and the shield became thicker visibly.

"I snatched something with my ability! How can I not return it?" Buddha Deng was also dissatisfied at being challenged to his status, and the white light emitted was brighter than before.

"Tell me," Xu Ying pulled Lahugo's sleeves, "Which one of them will win?"

"Buddha lamp." Ugo said firmly.

As soon as the words fell, the runes of the Buddha lamp forcibly shattered the shield of the golden bowl.With a bang, the golden bowl hit the ground, rolled around twice, and stopped moving upside down.

"Why does it feel like I forgot something?" Xu Ying picked up the golden bowl in confusion, and saw that there was a shallow crack at the bottom, which was not completely damaged.

However, the crack just cut a rune symmetrically, rubbing it twice, there is no feeling of undulating lines, but faintly, it seems that something is about to burst out of the crack.

etc!She remembered, the spirits of Senior Ding and Elder Wen are still inside!If the golden bowl is damaged, they won't be in trouble, right?
Wu Ge, a demon who is not good at magic weapons, can't count on it. Xu Ying can only fiddle with it by herself, but the things of Buddha's cultivation are completely different from what she usually understands.Only when you put your spiritual consciousness on it, you can feel the suction coming from the crack.

But just in case, Xu Ying didn't directly send her spiritual consciousness up, she was able to condense her breath, she was inferior to Yuan Ying's power to reshape her body, if the soul was also sucked in, what would happen to her body? trouble.

It seems that it can only be brought back to the sect for the elders to decide.After waiting for a while, the faint movement in the crack disappeared. They put it into the storage bag, and the two jumped onto the Buddha's hand again, trying to touch the Buddha lamp.

After the fight with the golden bowl just now, the Buddha lamp seems to be lying lazily enjoying the victory now, the white light is a bit dimmer than before, it seems to be a little faint blue.

"It's not exactly something that Buddha cultivates." Wugo's demonic energy skipped over it, as he expected, without causing any reaction, just like water droplets falling on the feathers of a big goose, it just slid down.

"You mean..." Xu Ying poked the Buddha lamp, the paper-like surface of the lamp was unexpectedly soft, "Is it a nightmare?"

I have also seen before that the Buddha lamp is connected with the priest of nightmare.In order to clarify their thinking, the two of them called the second alienation as nightmare. At this time, those people are no longer creatures of this plane, and maybe they can be called half-nightmare like half-demons.

Otherwise, the laws of the plane will continue to be chaotic, and no matter how forced to adapt and alienate, there will be a day when they will not be able to bear it. Only by becoming existences detached from this plane can they be safe and sound.It's just that they don't know that when the void has corroded here, it's useless to become a nightmare completely, so what should they do then?Even if there is a way to leave, no plane will be willing to accept refugees like them, right?

"It should be." Ugo nodded, and tried to pick up the Buddha lamp again. There was no accident, and there was still no positive feedback.

As for how the Buddha lamp, the golden bowl, and the stupa came from before, there is no clue at all.

Things seem to freeze here, unable to understand the past and change the future.They are tourists. Maybe those who left their homeland don't remember their homeland. What can they do for this land and these remnants?

At most, it's just a record that they once existed.

"Xu Ying! Wu Ge!" Song Zhu's voice suddenly came from below, and when he looked down, he had reached the foot of the top Buddha at some point.

"Someone!" Song gestured pantingly. Without the blessing of spiritual energy, it took him a lot of effort to climb up, and he couldn't make a sound when he stepped on the wooden stairs. He didn't know what those things were. Did the natives notice it?

Anyway, he doesn't want to stay here anymore, and as for slapping himself in the face, no one can read minds, so just treat what he said before as self-entertainment.

Song Zhu comforted himself, and he really felt much better. As long as he admits that he is a waste, he can lie down with peace of mind.

(End of this chapter)