fifth form

Chapter 313 Two Kinds of Destruction
In the wilderness, as the Buddha murmured, a ruby-like elixir was stuffed into Zhang Xuezhou's mouth.

A huge amount of blood suddenly enveloped his body, and there were countless whispers whispering in his ears, and he let out bursts of life-threatening shouts.

But in the scriptures recited by the Buddha, these whispers finally disappeared, leaving only the huge qi and blood in the body flowing continuously.

As the body recovers, one after another Tai Halal Technique keeps falling.

After every [-] rounds of operation, a fruit was stuffed into Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, accompanied by the Buddha's murmured recitation.

"Sumi fruit can replenish mana quickly, but the daily consumption should not exceed three!"

"This kind of fruit is slightly less effective to me, I didn't expect it to replenish your mana to full!"

"I don't despise your poor cultivation!"

"I'm just telling the truth!"

From time to time, Zhang Xuezhou's difficult-to-standard words came from the mouth of the Buddha, and Zhang Xuezhou lazily responded from time to time.

He stretched out his hand to perform the operation.

The three-level Taiqing technique obviously couldn't restore the Buddha's body.

This made Zhang Xuezhou only use quantity accumulation in exchange for qualitative change.

This is Zhang Xuezhou's most useful technique at present, and he can use it from time to time.

But today, Zhang Xuezhou has also begun to find that Taiqing Zhenshu has gradually failed to keep up with the pace of his pursuit.

The serious injury of Buddha's body may correspond to the possible evil consequences of fighting between great practitioners.

As long as Zhang Xuezhou's body is broken to this extent, even if he still has a breath, Zhang Xuezhou cannot rely on the too-halal technique to save his life.

"It's a pity I can't go back!"

Thinking about how far he is now in the Great Yuezhi Kingdom, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to stop thinking about it.

"Where did you learn art from a teacher?"

"I really, really want to learn a little bit in your sect!"

"Don't worry, you will be paid!"

Compared with asking Zhang Xuezhou before, but now the Buddha has learned how to negotiate.

"You need to strengthen your spiritual consciousness to step into the fourth realm. I happen to know a few places that have great medicine for strengthening your spiritual consciousness. After all, I also need it. We can go together," Buddha said sincerely.

"Coincidentally, I also know that there are several places that have this kind of medicine," Zhang Xuezhou said sincerely.

"Is it so taboo in your sect?" Buddha asked.

"It's not taboo, but you can't go there!" Zhang Xuezhou refused.

"There is no place in this world that our Western religion can't go to!"

"In the cold pool of the Holy Land of Xieluosichuan, you can go there and learn a little bit!"

……

Zhang Xuezhou's response made Fozi fall into silence.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Western Church, there was a shortage of manpower. In order to make the scene, the two leaders arrested many big monsters and went to fill the number.

Among the many holy places, the Holy Land of Xie Luosichuan, which houses monsters, almost pointed its nose at the Western Cult.

There are many places where Buddhist disciples can receive courtesy, but this does not include demon clan sites such as the Holy Land of Xieluosichuan.

"Is what you said true?" Fozi asked suspiciously.

"You think the demonic power in my body is something you grew up out of nowhere?" Zhang Xuezhou replied.

"But if you come from that kind of place, how about your cultivation..."

"Almost almost, it's not a big deal, besides, I'm at least alive if my cultivation base is poor, but you may not be able to live if your cultivation base is high!"

Zhang Xuezhou reminded, Fozi immediately felt terrible, and had to start telling Zhang Xuezhou to heal his physical body well.

"You have to do your best!"

Buddha has great medicine to restore qi and blood, and has great medicine to restore mana, but Buddha has no ability to restore his almost cracked body.

In terms of healing and recovery for the body, he could only temporarily borrow the technique released by Zhang Xuezhou.

However, although Zhang Xuezhou is extremely proficient in casting spells, the level of spellcasting is not as good, and the opponent's cultivation is limited, so it is difficult to recover the Buddha's body in a short time.

This made the Buddha feel a little regretful.

"I'm doing my best and doing my best," Zhang Xuezhou said, "but I have a problem with sleeping. I will definitely sleep when the time comes. I can't get up at night to repair your injuries and prevent your injuries from getting worse."

"I am willing to pay for it!" Buddha said.

"It's not about the reward, it's because I really can't do it." Zhang Xuezhou spread his hands and said, "And we have to find a safe place to stay as soon as possible to avoid being searched."

"There is a stone cave ten miles to the west. It is covered by aquatic plants. It cannot be seen from the sky, and it is difficult to search on the ground. We can take refuge there temporarily," said the Buddha.

"Do you know this kind of hidden place?"

"Because we used to live in the cave over there."

Zhang Xuezhou gave a suggestion, and then gave up the casting of the Taiqing Technique, allowing the Buddha to manipulate the body to carry the severely injured body.

The most serious physical injury of Buddha's body has been treated temporarily, and he survived temporarily. The most important thing now is to find a place to stay, and then go to other controversial places.

Fozi picked up his body, and he frowned and looked around.

Remnants of corpses, embers of temples, magical artifacts without masters, and eighteen dragon subduing stakes that are difficult to recover.

Everywhere is full of dilapidation, destruction, death...

The Buddha stood up, his mind unavoidably in a trance.

Once the generals are successful, the achievements of the generals are piled up with the lives of the soldiers.

Everyone cheered the general's victory, but no one remembered the name of the sergeant who lost his life.

The same is true in Western religions, no one and no one will remember these dead guardian monks.

But all the monks who protect the Buddha's Dharma are dead, he has not yet achieved success, his cultivation base will inevitably decline, and even he may still find it difficult to resist the possibility of death.

Many things went differently than expected.

There is no opportunity mentioned by the leader.

His cultivation has never improved, and his supernatural powers have never eliminated hidden dangers.

Like a general who has lost a battle, he eventually became a failed disciple of the Buddha.

The Buddha can only be thankful that he is not in the Western religion at this time, otherwise many people will pay attention, and even encounter ridicule and attack, and eventually move out of the ranks of Buddha.

He can move freely now, and he can think about what he needs.

Obviously, the most important issue for him right now is survival.

Whether it is chasing soldiers, or Zhang Xuezhou mentioning that he will inevitably fall asleep at night and cannot be cured, this is a test of life and death for him.

He staggered, holding his body and walking away, leaving the temple where he had lived for three years.

"Do you really have to sleep when the time comes at night?"

On the way, the Buddha sought to confirm related matters.

"That's right, it's necessary." Zhang Xuezhou replied, "I slept under the bed in your temple last night!"

"No wonder your senior brother didn't take you with him when he ran away," Buddha said.

"I'm just a burden, I've gotten used to it!"

Zhang Xuezhou sighed.

This made the Buddha unavoidably feel a little sympathetic.

For him who was seriously injured, he is also a burden at the moment.

He and Zhang Xuezhou, who share the same illness, cherish each other.

He inevitably played several sympathy cards, asking Zhang Xuezhou to forcibly control his body and perform several spells after he fell asleep, so as to prevent his physical injuries from worsening at night.

Zhang Xuezhou reluctantly agreed after a lot of good talk and added rewards.

"Next, it's time for me to keep vigil for myself!"

The night time came slowly in the normal waiting, Fozi felt Zhang Xuezhou's still very energetic thinking, and for a while it was hard to believe that the other party would suddenly fall to the ground and fall asleep.

But he had to guard against such accidents, after all, he couldn't make fun of his own life.

"five!"

"Four!"

"three!"

……

It was getting closer and closer to the time when Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that he would fall asleep, and Buddha was counting down while feeling Zhang Xuezhou's consciousness.

"zero!"

Counting out the numbers in his consciousness, Buddha only felt his eyes go dark.

When he came back to his senses, how could he feel Zhang Xuezhou's active consciousness in this body.

He who occupied the dove's nest had no time to feel the complete harmony between consciousness and body, and the Buddha immediately felt a sense of destruction descending.

That kind of destruction is like the nucleus on his forehead.

The difference is that his nuclear-derived supernatural power is aimed at destroying the physical body, whether it is aimed at the enemy or himself.

But at the moment, this kind of destruction without supernatural powers is aimed at the divine consciousness, and it only exists in Zhang Xuezhou's body.

The danger of being wiped out surged in his heart, and the Buddha couldn't help the fear in his heart, and quickly relied on his physical body to forcibly pull back his spiritual consciousness.

(End of this chapter)