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A Zen monk's eyes narrowed slightly, his face was densely covered with compassion, he sighed in his heart, his eyes were immediately closed, and the quiet and harmonious scriptures immediately came out leisurely.

The black dry bones rushed into the air from anywhere Wu Jitang could come out.

Restlessness, pain, and although the soul is unable to dominate the body, the instinctive face flows into the pain.

This is a magical world, rushing out of the skull of Wu Jitang's body, he is not in a hurry to torture this person, but stares at the empty eyes, looking at the outside world curiously.

For such a thing, the golden Buddha light, of course, made them so uncomfortable.

The demon dragon's brows furrowed, but he was not reconciled, and all the skulls opened their mouths and roared at the word "Mi" in the Buddha formula.

Obviously, it is difficult to recite the scriptures with peace of mind, and the ears of a Zen monk did not hear a trace of ghostly complaints, and this is not his old eyes are dizzy, but the magic of the Buddha's formula.

Although the devil crying demon howl could not pass through the Buddha's formula, a Zen monk was deeply surprised by his ability to curse and cry.

Can't alarm everything?

Obviously, the temptation of the demon dragon would not end so easily, and a dry bone gushed out, and the same long howl at the word 'Mi' continued, but the Buddha Jue didn't seem to have been affected by any impact.

Still exuding a harmonious light, the sound of ghosts and demons still can't attack a Zen monk through the Buddha's light.

The face of the demon dragon can be imagined ugly, his luck is really rare, when he successfully awakened, he actually let himself bump into the great luck, and was sealed by the door of the hungry ghost, the seal is really like a tailor-made for himself, his ability has been restrained by most, and if he wants to rely on the rest to impact the seal, then he has to consider hurting his muscles and bones.

Obviously, the demon dragon was very concerned about his rare vitality, and that gloomy face was always thinking about countermeasures.

A Zen monk can't be happy now, although the Devil Cry Demon Howl has not succeeded in breaking through the seal, but he should know that the thing that was accidentally sealed can't only have such a simple ability.

Although those compassionate eyes were full of old age, they were indeed not sharp at all, and they had already detected a trace of the same existence from the anxious skulls.

It's a kind of desolate antiquity, and there's a little bit of fear in it.

A monk is a monk, even a monk is like this, he has never considered taking the initiative, he just sits cross-legged and tries to adjust his mentality, as if the Buddha's green lantern is in front of him, quietly reciting those few volumes of scriptures.

Disasters and pains are not imminent, and of course they can be calm.

The master is in his hands, and his soul is tortured, and Wu Jitang, whose body has become a fish, is about to suffer.

Can the dragon think of any good countermeasures?

Obviously, he is not a smart person, all he can do is to minimize the harm and let himself suffer, so why can't he let Wu Jitang's body do it for him?

A smug smile had already appeared on his face, and in the same way, the dry bones outside also let out a strange grin, and the demon dragon's palm was gently grasped.

The fish on the board was quickly added with a sword.

"Ah~" The painful sound that made people's scalp tingle, obviously the word 'Mi' Buddha did not isolate such a sound, and the brows of a Zen monk furrowed slightly.

Buddhist kung fu is really very good, Wu Jitang's body instinctively screamed sadly, but the compassion on the face of a Zen monk was not half moved, and the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth were not confused.

If Yizen's eyes were willing to open, he would definitely be surprised by the strangeness in front of him, although he obviously felt that the dry bones were flashing and his fangs were happily biting Wu Jitang's flesh.

But the strange thing is that Wu Jitang did not have any more wounds on his body, let alone a drop of blood flowed out, but the pain on Wu Jitang's face could not be faked, just like a prisoner who was subjected to Ling Chi, he was tormented.

The dry bones and teeth desperately bit into Wu Jitang's body, but when he bit it, he didn't let go immediately, more like a baby, desperately sucking something, and when he lifted it, half of the flesh and blood were not touched, and there was no tooth marks.

They must be very happy when they bite the air desperately, and the creepy screams never stop.

And the demon dragon in the spirit world is even more unbearable, laughter, and the rampant sound of extreme pride, just like now he has escaped and ascended to heaven.

And those dense greedy eyes stared very proudly at the transparent villain in his hand that was gradually pale white.

This is the world of two people, the arrogant achievements of the demon dragon, the tortured Wu Jitang can see it clearly, who is the villain between the prisoner and the palm?

The pain never stopped, but the brain deliberately distracted to successfully alleviate some of the pain.

"That's... Be... What, why... How can there be... A familiar feeling. Wu Jitang thought desperately, his eyes looked desperately, and his painful heartbeat sounded.

It's not a sense of déjà vu, but a sense of being born with life and death.

Could it be that the head is too painful, so he will forget the friend next to him?

Wu Jitang's heart is excellent, but in fact, he is more reluctant to think about it too quickly, afraid that his idle brain will taste the pain again wholeheartedly.

The brain wants to forget, but the eye does perceive everything from the edges and corners of history.

Wu Jitang's gaze froze violently: "Isn't that me?"

The howl of pain was already clear in his heart, and the howl of pain was even more powerful, but now he could not make the slightest sound, because his throat was also in pain.

The magic dragon has always been an empathetic existence, and with a smug smile mixed with a smug face, he said, "Hehe, aren't you happy to see yourself!"

What can Wu Jitang say, the character of Wuxiang is of no use in such an environment, and now he has no intention of carrying it forward, just seeking to die quickly, even if his soul is shattered, such a pain is better than all beliefs.

But it's not him who controls his fate, but the demon dragon who chokes his throat, obviously for those who dare to provoke him, he has never had the idea of letting him die easily, and he is still talking about such a thing that is not even an ant, and his smile is still so cruel: "Hehe, I want to die, it's not that the deity hasn't given you a chance, it's that you yourself are not sure, and the deity is in a very good mood now, and I don't want you to die so easily." ”

In such pain, knowing that he can live, Wu Jitang doesn't know whether he is lucky or should feel miserable, when misery cannot be mixed with painful life, even the choice has nothing to do with himself.

A Zen monk is like he has been in meditation for a long time, and he can't even detect his breathing.

He hadn't moved, neither had the Hungry Ghost Sealed Gate, Wu Jitang's body hadn't moved, and all the dry bones and skulls had disappeared as if they hadn't appeared.

Is that really the case?

Wu Jitang's body has not moved, but who can say that everything about him has not changed, that face is as pale as snow and white silk, and he can't detect a trace of blood.

The light of the Buddha is still shining so quietly, and he must have changed nothing.

But the light-filled man slowly emitted some subtle changes.

Wu Jitang's originally flowing long hair has already skipped old age, and even more so the powerlessness after old age, the dim gray in the golden light quietly rises and falls, they no longer belong to this world.

fluttering and easily leaving the place of hungry ghosts, and Wu Jitang's clothes were already the same fate as Mao's, and under the light of the golden Buddha's light, Hua Yu went first.

Will that naked flesh still be pale?

Along with the hair and clothes, the pale and transparent outlines of the viscera appeared in the Buddha's light, and the Buddha's light could easily reach that end from one end to the other.

Although the internal organs of the body have turned transparent, but Wu Jitang has not been deliberately closed, the heart is still beating weakly, and what is even more bewishing is that there is also a faint reddish in it, so faint that the Buddha's light can easily pass through it, but in such a transparent body, it is still very exciting to have such a magic.

Is all this a blessing from heaven?

How could such a vast Changtian care about Wu Jitang's life and death, it was not that the power of the demon dragon was insufficient, it was completely because he didn't want Wu Jitang to die so easily, and it was also his unique use.

A smile suddenly rose on the transparent face plate, his eyes suddenly opened, and the coldness filled the entire sealing space in an instant.

And this was just the beginning, the transparent body shook slightly at first.

"Giggles. ”

The transparent person's head turned slightly, and a sneer completely occupied his face, could this person still be regarded as Wu Jitang?

Let the transparent hands slowly unfold, the pale white villain floated in the applause, the color of pain in his eyebrows and eyes was too clear, this villain is not Wu Jitang, who can it be.

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