fifth form

Chapter 308 Nine Wind's Weakness

"This religion is really evil!"

Hovering high in the sky, Zhang Xuezhou still heard 'Bang!Hiss! 'sound.

The second body was thrown out.

It was still a corpse that was nearly split in half, and there was no possibility of any treatment.

Even if there was reluctance in their hearts, these monks did not run for their lives, but still rushed into the battle like moths to the flame, trying to help the Buddha.

Under the premise that Zhang Xuezhou felt that he was completely unsure, even if Wuchao was in danger, he would not be able to do such a life-threatening thing.

If he wanted to sacrifice his life for righteousness, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would use it on his relatives at most.

He has endured the influence of pain, and when faced with these things and choices, he may even survive and take revenge.

Zhang Xuezhou thought about the thoughts in his mind, but he quickly got rid of this terrible thought.

For Zhang Xuezhou, he hopes that he will never have to make this choice.

"Buddha, Mokorola has a different heart, and he doesn't want to rescue you at all!"

But the idea is the idea, seeing these monks die in battle, Zhang Xuezhou didn't stop what he should do.

"Honest and reliable little man, you bad bastard, our organization shouldn't accept you!"

The old monk Mokorola stomped anxiously below.

As Dharma protectors, they are willing to contribute their abilities and even sacrifice their lives for the Buddha.

But Mokorola could not see the meaning of giving his life now.

Connecting the two corpses to verify the facts made it not difficult for him to come to this conclusion.

But Zhang Xuezhou's words undoubtedly brought him disastrous consequences.

In Western religion, in addition to the shackles of religious creeds, they were led to carry out corresponding religious rituals, and their lives were controlled by higher levels.

This way of controlling life is usually not obvious. After all, there is harmony and mutual assistance in the sect. No one kills people through this control method. The existence of the doctrine cannot make people mess up, and they themselves control others through spells , everyone is used to accepting this kind of incantation ceremony.

In the event of a real war, this kind of interrelated involvement will also allow the believers to fight forward bravely, and there will be no possibility of going backward.

And this method of control will also encourage people in the sect to continue to practice and climb up, and eventually become a higher-level controller.

But when necessary, this kind of restraint undoubtedly makes people have no way out.

Mokorola didn't know what was in Fozi's mind, but when Fozi was defeated by the wolf demon, he might blame him for not being able to rescue him, and dragged him along before he died.

Maybe he can still live if he rushes into the battle, but if the Buddha fails, he will die.

"Buddha, wait a moment, as long as I use my magic power to lock him, I will definitely use the demon pestle..."

Hiss!

Bang!
Perhaps feeling the pressure of Mokorola's lifting and landing magic pestle, the wolf demon who was entangled with Buddha's child jumped.

The figure as fast as the wind rushed past, before Mokorola finished speaking, his body split open and fell down.

A heavy blow was imprinted on the wolf demon immediately.

"You are the son of Shigong Buddha of Western religion!"

The wolf demon Jiufeng's body exploded, and he couldn't help spitting, but his words undoubtedly triggered repeated blows from Fozi.

"Damn!"

There is no difference between Buddha's son and Shengzi and others, and they belong to the key training objects of a large holy place.

When the two sects are at war, this is the key target of sniping.

And before the two sects have completely turned against each other, this is the object that needs to be given as much face as possible.

The lessons learned from the death of the Holy Son of the Ten Yins in the Holy Land of Xieluosichuan was just two years ago. No one's memory would be so short, and the death of the Western Buddhism's son of Buddha would not be much different.

Jiu Feng couldn't help yelling and cursing again and again, only feeling that it was difficult for him to fully develop his superior strength.

But when he gave in a little bit, he already had seven claws that hit him repeatedly.

Severe pain came from the heart, fierceness flashed in his mind, his eyes quickly turned red, and when the sharp claws that were as sharp as knives stomped on the ground like the wind, he also slapped back frantically.

"I'm not afraid that you will go crazy, but I'm afraid that you won't go crazy!"

Buddha said coldly.

His body flickered back and forth with the air blasted by the Nine Wind Wolf Claws, and the sharpness in his eyes was looking for the most vulnerable part of the opponent's body.

The big monster's body has been bathed in thunder, and it is usually not inferior to some body-refining warriors, but this wolf monster is obviously the best among them, and it is difficult for him to cut his body apart with his five fingers.

This was the first time for Fozi to encounter an opponent whose fighting style was similar to his own, and even the opponent was superior in some aspects, which made it difficult for him to break away from the battle and chase down that murderous prince.

"There must be something I've overlooked!"

Fozi is not afraid of the opponent's crazy killing in a short period of time. What he pays more attention to is that the opponent has fallen into the madness of the monster, and has lost the rationality of normal thinking at the moment.

This is an opportunity for him, and it has time to check the weakness of the opponent's body.

Right now, he doesn't care about the escape of the prince of the fierce country.

With his current speed, as long as he is not seriously injured, chasing and killing the opponent does not appear to be difficult.

But he had to solve the trouble of the wolf demon in front of him. With this kind of opponent restraining him, it was impossible for him to chase after the eldest prince, and he might even be killed by the opponent after a long time of physical exhaustion.

"He...he seems to have a flaw in his technique!"

Fozi was thinking wildly in his mind, constantly recalling everything in the battle.

In front of stronger opponents of the same style, it was difficult for him to defeat the opponent with techniques such as making use of his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses, but Fozi finally realized something went wrong after just over ten seconds.

When Najima stepped into the battle, the wolf demon Jiufeng had no emotion.

When Baduluo intervened in the battle, the wolf demon Jiufeng didn't have any emotions.

But when it was Mokorola's turn, the wolf demon Jiufeng hadn't waited for Mokorola to launch the magic pestle, and the other party had already taken the initiative to solve the threat outside the field.

Three corpses were almost beheaded into six pieces, but the death of the three guardian monks was not meaningless.

At least at the moment, Fozi already knew the opponent's flaws.

"Damn!"

Fozi figured out the connection, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

In his guardian group, Mokorola is not considered the most powerful spellcaster, and the stronger spellcaster is Long Tanpo who is good at manipulating ghost chains.

But Long Tanpo was beaten to death last night.

As long as his three guardians are not afraid of the negative effects of the ghost chain and use the ghost chain to bind the wolf demon, this battle may not kill anyone.

But at the moment, Buddha can't find any Dharma protectors to help.

He clearly knew the opponent's weakness, and the opponent had obviously fallen into a monster madness and temporarily lost his normal sanity, but he just couldn't kill the opponent right now, and he couldn't even get rid of the opponent.

He needs a partner.

Even if it is only for a short period of time to trap the opponent, causing the opponent to be unable to move, he can kill the opponent.

Fozi looked anxiously at the three corpses, and then looked around.

His gaze finally turned to the sky.

In the air, a cultivator with demon wings flapped his wings lightly, maintaining the state of watching a show.

"Xiao Langjun, come down and help me!"

Fozi thought for a few seconds, and finally had to call for help from outside the field.

(End of this chapter)