This fox fairy is too inhuman

"Hahaha!"

A fat old monk with a steel beard on his face laughed, brought the heart that had just been taken out of the enemy's chest to his mouth and took a bite.

laugh--

Blood splattered, and the old monk's face was covered in blood, looking particularly ferocious and evil.

"Pooh!"

After chewing for a moment, he spit out a prayer bead from his mouth, then threw the remaining half of the heart to the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"This is the six hundredth one! The next Buddhist disciple must be Sajia! Hahaha!"

He proudly lifted the body of his defeated general and tore it in half, letting the falling blood stain his body red.

While he was bathing in blood, he looked up to the sky at the top of the deserted sand dune and roared: "Who else is there?"

"Who else!!!"

"Who else--"

The old monk roared angrily, venting the murderous intention in his heart. He had never felt so powerful in this moment.

Since the start of the dispute between Buddhists, he has transformed into Shura and walked into this meat grinding ground. As each opponent fell, he became more determined in his future path, and his strength also increased in the process. gradually increase!

He is transforming, this is an evolution that belongs to him!
He believed that as long as he continued to fight, until he was the only one left, and when he stood out from the 10,800 people, he would completely transform into Shura.

And by that time, it is no longer important whether he becomes a disciple of Buddha or not, he is already strong enough!

He knew that his previous battles with powerful enemies could not be hidden from others, and there were hidden enemies around him who were secretly watching, wanting to take action against him.

But he doesn't care.

war!
war! ! !
"Still-Gah!!?"

puff.

Just as he roared angrily, his voice suddenly deformed along with a strange soft sound.

The old monk slowly lowered his head and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He saw his own chest—the open kind.

And in the chest that was thrown away, my heart quietly disappeared without knowing when, and I could see the scenery behind it through the big hole.

He thought that there might be an enemy, that the enemy might be more powerful than himself... but he never thought that he could not even detect the other party's figure.

Who is it?

The old monk's expression changed slightly, and suddenly a phantom flashed in his mind. Instead of treating and suppressing the injury, he murmured in confusion: "Sa, Sajia... is the Buddha..."

thump.

With a murmur that sounded like he was dreaming, he fell backwards like a mountain of gold and a jade pillar, and hit the ground heavily.

click!
Because of his excessive weight, a deep hole was created in the ground, and he fell directly into the quicksand. He was instantly buried in the yellow sand and buried in the sand, with no trace left.

Such an incident naturally shocked other hidden Buddhists around, and the entire desert became quiet for a while.

At this moment, it is already the final moment of the Buddha's Choice. There are more than 10,000 participants, and there are less than 50 survivors. The remaining people are either amazingly powerful or have outstanding methods.

But even these people didn't find any trace at the moment just now!

Who took action? What method was used to take away the old monk's life?

Nobody knows.

And such an unknown terrifying existence is hiding among them, and they will fight against such monsters.

shudder.

Everyone has become more cautious, not daring to take the lead easily, for fear that they will become the next victim.

But they actually thought too much. The murderer who did all this had already left in a swaggering manner.

"Here, another six hundred."

In a hiding place not far from the battlefield, Ren Yidao took the string of Buddhist beads from the mouth of the Taoist god who appeared out of thin air and handed it to Mingxin.

"I said it would be much more convenient to wait until the end. In addition, the previous ones have exceeded 2,200, which is more than one-fifth. You can definitely guarantee a spot."

Ren Yidao could kill all the remaining forty or so other contestants, but he didn't plan to take action again.

It was now at the end of the battle between Buddha and Son. Lingshan was attracting more and more attention. His previous move was already a bit risky. He was not caught by surprise this time, but he might not be caught next time if he was prepared.

"This is enough, thank you Taoist Master." Mingxin took the beads and combined the two strings into one. The string of more than a thousand beads was wound around in a circle and then draped on the body, adding to Mingxin's body. There was a strange smell.

These prayer beads all come from Buddhist disciples. They have different concepts and different ideas, but at this moment they have all turned into stepping stones for Mingxin.

As the battle progressed, Ren Yidao gradually figured out some of the hidden rules of the dispute between Buddha and Son.

All the preparatory Buddhist disciples who participated in this battle, in the land of the Western Desert, had everything they had placed on the scales as early as the moment they embarked on the battle. .

The strong get everything from the weak, and the strong stay strong.

What was taken away in the fighting was not only the prayer beads formed in their hearts, but also their life's luck.

With the blessing of more than two thousand Buddhist beads, Mingxin's cultivation has improved significantly. Although more than half of his luck was taken away by Ren Yidao, this is still a powerful blessing.

His aura is already many times stronger than at the beginning, and his cultivation level is close to that of a god. As long as he can calm down and refine this luck, his cultivation level will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

But Mingxin was not dazzled by this power, and did not absorb it at all costs. Instead, he refined it one by one.

If Mingxin could only rely on himself, he would swallow up the power within it without hesitation, but here there is a protector who is enough for him to practice with peace of mind. The more he got to know Ren Yidao, the more Mingxin was shocked by this mysterious Taoist priest.

It seemed that no matter what kind of enemy he was, no matter what kind of cultivation level he had, it was the same in front of him, and there was only one result - death.

He is like an unfathomable pool of water, the deepest part of which can never be seen.

Mingxin felt lucky more than once that her two senior brothers were lucky enough to meet Ren Yidao and became friends with him.

Otherwise, if such a person becomes an enemy, it will be a desperate nightmare.

While Mingxin was refining the newly acquired Buddhist beads, Minghui was watching blankly from the side.

But in fact, what he was looking at was not his senior brother, but the Buddhist beads, and a light like a will-o'-the-wisp seemed to flash in his empty eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

"!!!"

Minghui was startled, turned around suddenly, and found that Zhang Mang was standing behind her at some point.

"I, I didn't see anything..." He explained hurriedly, then blinked again and asked a little strangely: "By the way, how do you know what I am looking at? Can you see it?"

I am only blind in one eye, but you are blind in both eyes. How do you see?
"I didn't read anything, but you suddenly stopped talking, which surprised me." Zhang Mang smiled and raised the book in his hand, "You left after reading half of it. Today's task is not completed yet. "

Minghui has no cultivation and cannot use jade slips, so he can only use the most primitive books to study.

"...Oh, okay." Minghui sighed helplessly, then reluctantly took her eyes away from the beads, walked to Zhang Mang with her head down, and continued to read the words stumblingly.

Minghui thought her little move was very hidden, but little did she know that their interaction was all in the eyes of others.

Others only found the interaction between the two teenagers quite interesting, but Ren Yidao noticed something unusual about Minghui.

"His eyes..." Ren Yidao was not sure what it was, but he was born blind and might have other abilities.

"Did you also find out?" Yaoyue's message sounded in Ren Yidao's heart. The two of them could easily hide it from everyone present, "How are you going to deal with it?"

"Not much." Ren Yidao shook his head slightly and looked away from Minghui, "I'm not a righteous saint, and I don't have to be busy conquering demons. Even if Minghui has anything special, it doesn't have anything special with me. relation."

"Besides, he is one of Zhang Mang's few friends after all."

"This sentence is your real reason, right?" Yaoyue raised her eyebrows and teased with a smile: "You really agree with what the little monk Mingxin said."

Only Yaoyue dared to make a joke about Ren Yidao among the people present, and no one else would take the initiative to touch this brow.

"Who knows." Ren Yidao just smiled at this, and he was not in a hurry to fall out with her. Anyway, he wrote it down in a small notebook first, and then we can calculate the general ledger together!

Let her try the Eighteen Postures of Sanshou that I learned from Master Huanxi Zen!
……

……

thump—

thump—

thump—

With the three bells ringing from Lingshan Mountain, the murderous intention in the entire desert instantly disappeared.

Everyone knows that there is no need to fight anymore.

The three bells of Lingshan rang, which meant that the first stage of the battle between Buddhas and Sons was over, and all the remaining people had successfully passed the first level.

"call……"

With sighs, hiding figures emerged from the sand one by one.

They looked at each other nervously, silently taking note of each other's appearance, but they were not too nervous because there would be no need to see blood in the next two levels.

Wow, wow...

And just after everyone stood still, a thin-looking figure slowly walked from a distance, and there was a crisp sound with every step he took.

At first they were a little strange, thinking that the young monk was wearing some unique ornaments, but when he came closer, their eyes all changed from confusion to shock.

That crashing sound comes from the collision of Buddhist beads!

More than 2,000 Buddhist beads represent preparatory Buddhist disciples like them, all of whom died in his hands.

You must know that apart from this person, the person with the second most Buddhist beads only has more than 500 Buddhist beads!
Everyone moved away wordlessly, making way for the man to lead to Lingshan.

Mingxin walked all the way, clasping her hands and nodding to everyone who made way for her. She looked very kind and friendly, but no one dared to think of him as a really kind person.

As Mingxin gradually approached, Lingshan gradually began to react.

The figure of Buddha Master Jie Xing appeared on the top of the mountain. He looked down at Ming Xin, frowned slightly, and said slowly: "Did you take these Buddha Hearts with your own hands?"

"It doesn't depend on the disciples alone."

Ming Xin did not hide anything and said frankly: "Reporting to Lord Buddha, the disciples obtained these Buddha hearts with the help of the guardians. Without the guardians, the disciples would not be able to obtain these Buddha hearts at all."

Jie Xing frowned, but before he could speak, someone beside him took the initiative to reprimand: "How brave! You actually let outsiders help, do you know your guilt!?"

Mingxin seemed to have expected this, and said calmly: "There is no prohibition on this matter in the dispute between Buddhist disciples, so the disciple is not guilty."

"Lord Buddha, is what my disciple said correct?"

"..." Jie Xin squinted his eyes, trying to see something in the young man's eyes, but all he saw was calm.

Just when Jie Xing was about to speak, a gentle voice sounded from the bottom of his heart - that was the voice of Lord Buddha.

[“Yes.”] (End of this chapter)