Fantasy: Jinyi Shenwei, starting from the Golden Crow of the Great Sun

Long iron nails pierced into the boy's body.

The crisp sound of bones shattering came out, and blood gushed wildly, instantly dyeing the golden shimmering lotus platform a blood red.

The strong smell of blood permeated the hall.

Suddenly.

The boy's eyebrows moved.

The intense pain swept through his body, and the reaction from the instinct of life made him suddenly regain some consciousness!

As soon as this consciousness appeared, I felt the terrifying pain.

Subconsciously, he struggled.

However, the spine has been penetrated, and the nerves in the middle have long been destroyed.

He has become paralyzed, and only his head can move.

The boy opened his eyes suddenly, his expression was distorted and fierce, his brows twisted together, and the color of pain filled his eyes.

He looked at the few monks in front of him and was horrified.

Isn't it to become a Buddha?

Why?

He opened his mouth to cry out for help.

However.

A monk on the side had an indifferent expression and stretched out his hand to close his mouth.

"Whew..." The

blood vessels in the boy's forehead were bulging, and the pain was extreme.

A hand that stood in his way of his mouth annihilated the last glimmer of hope he had lived.

The great monk of Fakong sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting scriptures in his mouth, and his face gradually oozed sweat.

It seemed that chanting was a great burden on him.

Seeing that something had happened, he opened his eyes and frowned:

"Don't waste time, continue!"

The voice was cold, as if he hadn't seen the teenager's desperate face.

The three monks hurriedly nodded and continued the Buddhahood ceremony.

One of the monks pressed his hands on top of the young man's head and slammed it hard.

Click!

The young man's body was completely nailed to the twelve-pin lotus platform!

Suddenly.

An even stronger pain struck.

The young man's expression froze, and his eyes were desperate and dull.

The monk nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately, a cloth bag was unfolded, revealing the various sewing tools that shone coldly inside.

A gold needle more than one finger long is removed.

The two monks helped each other to take a pose, and one monk immediately poked a golden needle into the teenager's joint along the joint to fix the pose.

This was followed by the second gold needle, the third gold needle...

A series of nine golden needles pierced into the joints of the boy's body, fixing it into a strange and extremely strange posture.

The speed at which Fa Kong chanted the scriptures began to increase, and sweat covered his forehead.

A faint golden light descended, shining on the young man.

The red light of blood and golden light fused together, reflecting on the boy's face, making his expression extremely strange.

The chanting of the Dharma Kong continued, and the movements of the three monks continued.

Several needles for sewing mending clothes appear in the hand.

Strands of gold wire were threaded through the needle and began to tinker.

The excess flesh and blood under the skin and flesh are cut to remove it, then stop the bleeding, carefully stitch the wound with gold wire, and wipe the blood stains.

The same is true on the face, mended by stitching.

His expression gradually became solemn and sacred, his face solemn, and his eyebrows were kind.

Gradually, a flesh Buddha statue gradually took shape!

Outside the side hall.

A shadow swayed in the shadows.

Xu Qing looked at the bloody scene in front of him, and his heart was full of anger.

However, he did not make a move.

Although he has a righteous heart and wants to use the steel knife in his hand to put an end to the unjust things in the world, and as a brocade guard, he has the duty of slaying demons and removing demons and protecting the people.

But the most basic point is to ensure the safety of your life!

Xu Qing and his two lives are human, and naturally cherish this opportunity to be reborn even more.

Therefore, without a complete certainty, he could not make a move.

Inside the side hall.

Fakong's chanting quickened his speed, his head was sweaty, and his face was flushed.

The Buddhahood ceremony seems to have reached a critical moment.

The three monks sat down cross-legged and began chanting.

The pale golden light of the Buddha pervaded, shrouding the Buddha in the flesh.

The sound of chanting echoed in the empty hall, solemn and solemn.

It's just that the blood on the twelve-pint lotus platform, as well as the despair and fear in the eyes of the Buddha in the flesh, are all mixed with a trace of strangeness in this sacredness.

Suddenly.

Snap.

A gold wire broke.

The corners of the Buddha's mouth moved.

Suddenly, a chain reaction was triggered.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

A series of cracking sounds sounded.

The expression of the Buddha in the flesh began to distort sharply, becoming fierce again.

Wisps of blood flowed out of the holes in the face, mixed with gold dust, flashing with a strange light.

He let out a miserable smile, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Immediately, he opened his mouth and a sharp roar came out.

The face of the Great Monk of Fakong changed drastically.

The diffuse Buddha light shattered.

The chanting stopped abruptly.

He seemed to have been hit hard, his face turned red, he snorted, and his brows furrowed.

Seeing this, the three monks on the side hurriedly helped Fakong.

One of them rushed to the Buddha in the flesh and reached out to cover his mouth.

Poof!

The flesh Buddha's eyes flashed fiercely, and he bit the monk's palm fiercely.

After that mysterious ritual, he already possessed the strength of ten grades!

This bite is naturally powerful.

The monk exclaimed in pain, and a piece of meat was bitten off the palm of his hand.

Severe pain came, but he did not dare to let go.

The Buddha in the flesh chewed the piece of meat and swallowed it.

As soon as the flesh and blood fell, his eyes suddenly became blood-red, his eyes became cloudy, and crazy killing intent pervaded.

"Roar..." a

low roar came from deep inside his chest.

Xu Qing raised his eyebrows.

In just such a moment, the young man changed from a Buddha in the flesh to... Living corpses??

He kind of understood where the living corpses in Jinzhou City came from.

It's just that what happened to the ceremony that made an ordinary teenager turn into a ten-rank in an instant?

Even his own Great Rijin Crow Demon Skill does not have such a terrifying effect!

Buddhism does have its own cultivation methods.

But with ordinary martial arts, there are many similarities in the source of power.

Xu Qing has also heard of some, what lion roar, powerful Vajra palm and so on.

But I have never heard that just a few monks chanting the sutra can make people from ordinary people to ten grades in an instant!

My heart was full of doubts, and at this time, a voice came from the side hall.

"Ahem, it's a pity, only the last step is successful, but I didn't expect to fail at this time."

"Uncle Fakong, are you all right?"

"It's okay..." Fakong's face was ugly.

But he wasn't too annoyed.

It is common for Buddhahood ceremonies to fail, and the twelve Buddhas were originally chosen to prevent this.

Looking at the living corpse that had been reduced to only the killing instinct, he said in a deep voice:

"Tomorrow choose two to come out, and among the remaining eleven Buddhas, there will always be so many successes, by the way, remember to increase the measurement of requiem scattering!"