Chapter 948: Fist! Intention!
Chapter 948: Fist! Intention!
"What kind of luck is this? You'll know after the fight!"
"Fight after you know it!"
"Stop talking so much! Let me ask you one thing, do you want it or not?"
"What a blessing!"
"I don't want it either!"
The sound is like a huge bell.
The Dragon-Elephant Martial Saint is majestic and glorious.
Liang Qu's eyes flickered and he clenched his teeth.
"want!"
"it is good!"
The wind is surging, and the breath turns into a sword.
Zhang Longxiang's eyes were as deep as the sea, his fists were wrapped in thunder, he grasped the surrounding world, twisted his body, and pushed his hands!
The long hair fluttered and the golden eyes were blazing.
My heart was beating wildly in my chest and the shadow of my fist gradually grew larger.
Liang Qu's thoughts were in a mess and he had no idea what was going on, but he felt an unprecedented fatal crisis from Long Xiang's punch!
He instinctively wanted to dodge, but he couldn't. The entire space was grasped, and the bones of his fist were as high as mountains. Zhang Longxiang's punch was destined from the moment it appeared!
Wow!
The pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole and trembled.
The scenery around him suddenly changed, like an overexposed orange, with a bloody smell!
It was no longer the Hanging Temple, the holy land of Buddhism, nor was it the late spring and grain rain with lush green mountains. Instead, it was a battlefield, a black soil battlefield stained with human blood. The scorching sun was overhead, burning through the skin and flesh and up to the internal organs, and finally a wisp of burnt black smoke emerged from the throat.
The long river of blood?
Liang Qu looked up and squinted.
The man was dark-skinned, wearing tattered armor, holding a half-broken knife in his hand, and sweat dripped from his brow, and sourness seeped into his eyes.
A revolving door?
Or is it a revolving door that he has never experienced before?
What kind of good fortune is this! ?
What kind of fate is this? !
He wants to kill me?
Wow!
All the conditions have changed back to normal.
The fist was still in the field of vision. With a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, a rolling fist mark was thrown out!
boom!
Thunder came out of the mountain, and the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.
A mountain fell from the sky!
Just about to take this punch.
Sudden.
In the peripheral vision, the old monk who was standing quietly suddenly changed color!
Liang Qu followed closely with fear, his hair standing on end.
No, that's not right!
Looking past the fist mark, Zhang Longxiang's eyes were filled with murderous intent and indifference!
Yes.
He wants to kill me!!
boom!
The golden Buddha descended to the world, and the old monk, with a glare of anger, jumped up to stop him, but it was too late!
Bang!
The golden bodies of dragon and tiger collapsed.
Golden cracks appeared on Liang Qu's face.
In a flash, the court, the dragon and the elephant, the master, the old monk, and a few faces flashed through his mind, and all his thoughts were shattered!
From the xiphoid process of the sternum, the flesh and blood were like dust blown away by the wind, revealing the ribs and the pounding heart beneath the ribs. Everyone could hear the terrible sound of his heartbeat, which was like the sound of a drum!
click!
The waves spread from the flesh and blood to the bones, all the ribs were broken, and fragments burst out and streaked across the corners of the eye sockets.
King of Yue, old monk...
He used so many brands, and as the result of cause and effect, he finally experienced the power of the Martial Saint!
Unstoppable!
Unbeatable!
His toes were lifted off the ground and blood gushed out from everywhere on his body, turning it into blood mist. The man emerged from the blood mist, and the flesh emerged from the bones. Liang Qu was transformed from a complete person into three layers of blood, bones, and flesh by a single punch!
All I could hear was the sound of wailing.
Every organ and every piece of flesh was stretching in unbearable amounts.
Great horror!
The greatest terror ever seen!
Survive!
Survive!
Survive!
Every cell is struggling in pain.
But the straw that breaks the camel's back is always the last straw. The mental exhaustion from the 10 years of running around to control the floods was like a dream, and the physical exhaustion from being beaten into bloody mud by monkeys.
After today, after he has fully digested and absorbed the lessons learned from the trials, his mental and spiritual will should have been raised to a higher level.
At this moment, right now!
The valley bottom has not yet been reached and the fatigue has not yet disappeared.
There are five evils of the devil.
It takes life, creates obstacles, causes disturbance, destroys good roots, and creates difficulties.
All the tiredness, laziness and slowness burst out in the horror of this punch, and the three came together.
boom!
The air wave exploded.
Everything happened in an instant. Thousands of believers only saw an umbrella-shaped air wave bursting out from the Buddha's hand, followed by a figure flying out and crashing into the Woxiang Lake of the Suspended Fulong Temple. Shocking sound waves and sky-high splashes of water exploded together.
Everyone was shocked and inexplicable.
Crash.
It rains on a sunny day.
When the meteorite fell from the sky, all the water in the center of Woxiang Lake spread out, like water squeezed out of a sponge, surging in all directions.
The baby elephants flapped their ears, climbed out of the lake in panic, and gathered around their father, the six-tusked white elephant.
Wow.
The water squeezed out of the lake flowed around the hoof pillar and rolled back, with a hint of blood smoke rising from the water surface.
Elephant King: “…” The light and shadow changed, and the algae floated.
The view became increasingly darker.
The Liangqu Canal, which was so broken that it no longer looked like a human being, sank into the mud and fell into endless darkness.
The Martial Saint's will continued to erode, and blue light flickered in the sea of clouds, trying to restore his strength, but to no avail, he almost lost the feeling of pain, only one feeling remained.
tired.
Too tired.
Even if I spent ten years cutting through mountains and digging rivers, it wouldn't be this tiring.
The little bit of joy that he had felt after defeating the six demons and grasping the Buddha's grasp was completely shattered, and he no longer had the strength to even think. It was like the surface of a vast ocean, so calm that not a single wave rose, and only deep darkness remained.
Of course,
The boundless sea was so calm that there was not a single wave, except for one thing.
The air pressure is extremely low.
Heavy rain is coming.
suddenly.
The wind blew, and ripples appeared on the sea. It was not bitterness or pain, but a touch of melancholy.
This one wants to test me, that one wants to kill me.
bother!
bother! bother! bother!
Worry turns into annoyance, annoyance turns into anger, and anger turns into fire!
chap!
Within the spirit.
It felt like something was broken, or like something was torn.
The vast sea of qi was surging with huge waves, and beneath the Dragon Court Fairy Island, specks of sparks were floating around. These orange-red sparks gathered more and more until they reached a certain critical point.
bass!
A ray of golden flame slowly rose up.
At the bottom of the dark lake, algae were swaying and a pair of golden eyes were wide open!
In the sky, the sparrows frightened by the wind wave did not land for a long time.
Nirvana without attachment is in the hand of Buddha.
Long Eying and Long Binglin looked concerned.
Zhang Longxiang and the old monk stood side by side, watching in silence, without any of the tension that had just been there.
Gumbling.
Endless bubbles gushed out of Woxiang Lake, and dead fish turned upside down, emitting a foul odor.
The water is boiling!
"Amitabha."
The monks performed the ceremony and bowed their heads in silence.
They didn't know what had just happened, but as long as the abbots and elders in the temple didn't make any noise and didn't give any orders, no matter how loud the noise was, it would be fine.
I just feel pity for the innocent fish in the lake.
The Buddhist beads are spinning and the wooden fish is beating.
Steam billowed into the sky.
The heat surged.
The young monk raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, but the next moment, his hand froze and his legs trembled.
A whirlpool is forming in Woxiang Lake.
A mass of tattered flesh and blood walked out from the center of the lake. It didn't look like a human at all, just flesh and blood wrapped around the dislocated broken bones. Two skeletal legs with eroded skin and flesh alternately treaded the water and floated up little by little. Only the pair of eyes were as bright as flint sparks!
"Success."
Zhang Longxiang jumped off the Buddha's hand.
At this moment, there are still people who don't know the truth and don't know why. Huaikong looked around, lowered his head and uttered a Buddhist name, asking Dixian to stop him.
"Huaikong, go quickly!"
"Yes!"
Inside Fulong Temple.
The sound of chanting Buddha's name is noisy and chaotic.
Buzzing like flies, the golden flame in the qi sea suddenly jumped up three points. The golden eyes scanned the area, and finally raised his head to look at the palm of the golden Buddha. He understood a little bit, and suppressed the fire in his heart.
"Donor Liang, please don't move."
Jumping down from a high altitude, Huaikong gave a word of advice, stretched out his hand and pointed, and green light spread from his fingertips.
The blurred and mottled flesh and blood were like young buds nourished by the spring rain, gradually growing and healing.
Liang Qu said nothing.
half an hour.
He turned his head.
Zhang Longxiang stood aside.
"What's that move called?"
"fist!"
"What punch?"
"Just call it 'Fist'."
"What is fire?"
"meaning!"
(End of this chapter)