The waste wood princess is the god of war

Chapter 273 The Holy Buddha
After the black robe finished speaking, he raised his scepter to fight against the demon servant's eagle claws!

The fighting situation intensified, and the casualties became heavier and heavier.

This battle is filled with death and blood.

Mu Anqi is also very anxious at the moment, but she knows that she can't be anxious.

The soul-absorbing bead kept comforting: "Master, don't worry, they can still persevere. You should repair your body quickly. If you die, their sacrifice will be in vain."

Perhaps it was because of this sentence that Mu Anqi calmed down a little.

But a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, she, Mu Anqi, was so useless that she needed the protection of so many people!What a shame!
"Don't get excited, take your time, be good." The voice of the soul-destroying pearl trembled because of anxiety, it was afraid that Mu Anqi would really forcibly suspend his cultivation at this time.

Mu Anqi pursed his lips, did not answer, practiced quickly, and quickly recovered his body.

The barrier formed by Nangong Shao's pink crystal bracelet is about to be broken.

And the mirror image of the tears gradually disappeared.

Is it almost over?
Nangong Shao whispered to Xiaofen: "If I die, help me guard her."

With a roar, Xiaofen suddenly rushed towards the crowd.

fighting!

Fighting has always been a life-and-death process.

So, it doesn't matter to anyone, this is the consequence they have to bear.

Nangong rarely saw Xiaofen rushing out, he closed his eyes, and tears slid down again.He was a person who liked to laugh, but he couldn't help but burst into tears.

He heard Xiaofen's painful howls and people's cursing.

……

Fourth brother, where are you!
"What kind of a hero is a group of people bullying a few people?" Suddenly a space barrier appeared in front of him.

In front of Xiaofen, countless purple rosary beads were flying.

A monk stood in front of hundreds of people holding a rosary.The left hand is the power to control the rosary, and the right hand is the guardian of the Buddhist staff.

The space seems to be split at this time.

Meng Kong sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting Buddhist words, and the sound of Sanskrit singing came from all over the world, and along with the rosary, it kept invading people's brains.

Great compassion kept singing from his mouth.

"Namo Halatana Duola Yeye, Namo Aliye..."

The sound of Sanskrit singing lingers in the entire space, and Meng Kong at this moment looks like a real Buddha, even with the golden light of the Buddhist world.

The flying purple rosary keeps killing people, and his mouth is the Buddha's voice of saving people.

The endless Buddha's voice came along with the blood, staining a large area of ​​land red.

The red-eyed people don't care about life and death, and continue to fight.

"Kill the bald donkey!"

With a roar, the opponents gathered together and exerted their strength at the same time to fight against Mengkong.

"Papapa --" the rosary beads collided.

Together with Lu Man, several members of the Bai family and Zongzheng family knocked his rosary into the air and broke through his space protection.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, all the beads fell to the ground.

Returning to Mengkong's hands, his Sanskrit singing stopped suddenly.

The entire space restriction is completely lifted.

Mengkong held his painful chest and stood up slowly.

"All benefactors, do you want to be turned into nothingness by me?" He looked at the people who came, threw out his Buddhist staff, and placed it in front of everyone.

"You are from Ximo, and you are not familiar with this woman. Why do you help her? Since you are a disciple of the Golden Buddha in Ximo, I don't care about you." Lu Man spoke.

Mengkong looked at all the people with cold eyes, as if he was looking at all living beings, or at a child who was obsessed with obsession.

"Buddha saves people with predestined relationship, and I have a predestined relationship with the benefactor, so I save her from the calamity of the world of mortals. Buddha, with compassion in mind, saves evil and good."

After finishing speaking, Mengkong recited the Sanskrit sound again, and the Sanskrit sound kept curling up, lingering in all directions.

How many people have died in the Sanskrit, Mengkong has always been like a holy Buddha, no sound can interrupt his Sanskrit.

(End of this chapter)