The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 167 Two wolves wait around to devour the fierce tiger and the poisonous snake startled and cut the flying dragon ([-])
After the blazing flames erupted, the most serious injuries were caused by the two parties involved. As for the others, it was only damage to their eyesight.

Suddenly, the glaring white light dissipated from the raging fire, and the collision of the two fiery men also came to an end.

With a sound of "Bah!", the tight magma dragon armor on the flying dragon cracked a gap, and then the sound of "Bah bah bah bah" was heard one after another. There were countless cracks on the tight dragon armor, but it was still tight. Wrapping the body of the flying dragon.

Feilong's eyes couldn't see at this moment, because the white light was too dazzling, and he himself was burned by the hot white flames in a large area.

Layers of scorched black appeared in the crimson armor covering the body, and even the entire arm that was going to block it turned into a black lacquered dry bone.

After all, this is the full blow of the "Cheetah". As a "Tiger", how can he be safe and sound?

As for the "Cheetah", Li Buming had already consumed all his vitality at this moment. Although his eyes were not damaged, it was only because he activated the blazing flame.

However, after colliding with the flying dragon, the whole person was also severely injured. On his chest, there were faintly visible bones and viscera wriggling inside, and blood was all over his body.

Li Buming coughed, and blood spewed out of his mouth quickly. Looking at the invisible flying dragon in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured: "In the final analysis, I was defeated."

"Actually, you know me well. I don't want other people to participate in the internal struggle of our sect, but some things always go against our wishes, and there is always such and such helplessness."

"These messy people, with different purposes, took the initiative to participate, so what can I do? Therefore, I can only choose this method and limit the infighting between us to the 'rules'."

"Ignore others, fight this unreserved blow, and have a fair fight with you. After this fight, I am very satisfied. Although I still lost, you are really amazing."

"As for senior brother, whether you will die or live next, it has nothing to do with me, because we are the one who will die and live forever... and whether I can survive... depends on God's will..."

After saying this, Li Buming's eyes began to loosen, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the broken bronze lamp slowly fell down. He himself could no longer maintain the state of flying, and fell down from the sky at a high speed, unconscious in the world.

But after a while, he fell hard into a certain ruin of the sword shop, and he didn't know his life or death.

……

And that bronze residual lamp, when Li Buming let go of his hand and fell downwards, actually began to tremble extremely rapidly, as if there was a kind of energy that would destroy the world and was about to explode.

The bronze lamp quickly began to disintegrate, and the mottled rust on it began to fall off. An invisible force moved at a high speed inside the lamp, trembling and screaming, emitting infrasound waves that ordinary people could not hear at all.

However, just as the remnant lamp was about to erupt and fell to the ground, it disappeared in a "swish".

……

In front of an ancient temple in the ruins of a million miles.

One black, one white, two monks are sitting opposite each other.

The black is really black, the skin of the whole body is like ink, flowing slowly and strangely, but there are also white places, such as his eyes, except for the white of the eyes, there is no pupil.

He was wearing a beige monk's robe, a red cassock over his body, and a Pilu hat on his head. If it weren't for the weird black, he would be like a great monk.

The pitch-black "ink" flowed on his body, his appearance was sometimes calm, and sometimes extremely cruel and ferocious.

Opposite him was a bald monk in white robes, extremely holy, kind-faced, and spotless. The monk closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and bowed to the Buddha with one hand.

"If I hear..."

Muttering the scriptures, the aura spread out, and countless "monsters" gathered around the small temple, ready to move, but they dared not go forward because of his scriptures.

While the monk in white was chanting sutras, he activated his "supernatural power of wisdom", and a phantom separated from his body, which was exactly the same as himself.

Walking in front of the pitch-black monk, the same phantom was "drawn" from the other's forehead. The phantom of the pitch-black monk was sometimes calm and sometimes crazy.

When it is calm, everything seems to be undisturbed, but when it is crazy, it is extremely bloodthirsty, greedy and sinful.

The monk in white let out a mournful sigh and asked, "Brother, why did you become like this?"

At that time, the monk who was calm because of the Dharma and sometimes became crazy because of the ruins said with his teeth and claws:
"I've been 'impregnated' by an inexplicable force... Kill, kill, kill! Kill you, eat you, ha, eat... this power comes from the 'devil king Yunbo Xun'... kill kill... eat, kill ..."

"I don't know where this 'Yunbo Xun' came from... Kill, eat, kill, eat... It occupied me unconsciously... Kill, eat, kill, eat... everything was so silent interest……"

"...kill, eat, eat, eat, Chishen Chishen, Chishen, Shenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshenshen.

"...Gods and gods kill, [-]...I can only tell you that the ruins are endless, you have to be careful, I can only say so much, please send the poor monk to see my Buddha...God God, eighty-eight..."

The phantom of the white-clothed monk looked at him sometimes insane and sometimes sober, showing extreme compassion in his expression, and then formed a lotus seal with one palm, and a gust of "wind" blew past, blowing away the consciousness of the "black monk" , completely annihilated.

After a while, the phantom returned to the body of the monk in white. He opened his eyes, stopped chanting, and sighed softly, only to see that the black monk opposite had lost his breath.

He murmured: "The Demon King... His sanity has been impregnated silently... Is there any connection between this area of ​​Ruin Desolation and the mysterious 'Devil's Gate'?"

Thinking of this, the monk in white frowned.

The moment he stopped chanting, thousands of "monsters" rolled and screamed at him.

Also at this moment, a broken bronze lamp suddenly appeared inexplicably in the hands of the spotless white-clothed monk. This unlit lamp was trembling extremely fast at this moment, making a burst of trembling sounds.

The white-clothed monk let out a long sigh: "It's still too much force, and it almost caused a catastrophe... Fortunately, fortunately, the poor monk did some tricks..."

Saying so, he put the remnant lamp on the ground, then stood up, took a step forward, and disappeared in an instant.

Also at this moment, the bronze lamp completely disintegrated amidst the trembling, breaking into countless pieces.

"Shu~"

The "silent" sound waves suddenly spread out, and thousands of "monsters" who rushed over stopped moving at this moment, and after a while, they fell down layer by layer like cutting wheat.

Stretching for thousands of miles, with millions of dead bodies...

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(End of this chapter)