Chapter 7: The Soul of the Machine (1)
Bian Xiaojiao was furious, and chased Ze'er, Ze'er circled around the sidelines, Bian Xiaojiao showed her body and accelerated her pace, but Ze'er didn't learn anything else, but the escape method was the first to learn, the two ran around the dojo, ran for a while, Ze'er chased after Bian Xiaojiao, Bian Xiaojiao found that something was wrong and hurriedly turned around, and the two chased back and forth in the dojo one after the other. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info
Seeing that she couldn't catch up with Ze'er, Bian Xiaojiao quietly sprinkled a handful of steel nails behind her, and said secretly: "Boy, you calculated the old lady just now, and now the old lady is calculating you!" Who knew that Ze'er didn't finish this lap, and suddenly ran out of the field with a crooked body, Bian Xiaojiao said angrily: "You lost, you ran outside!"
The two of them started in a hurry just now, and there was no enchantment arranged on the dojo, Ze'er ran and ran, feeling as if he was being pulled by something in his heart, and ran towards the three white towers as soon as he turned around, and when he heard the shout behind Bian Xiaojiao, he turned his head and said: "You just lost, you have to come out and be scary if you look so ugly!"
Bian Xiaojiao didn't want to chase anymore, but when Ze'er shouted, she couldn't control her anger, her body was vertical, and she chased after Ze'er again.
Ze'er ran to the bottom of the white tower, as if in a daze, he actually stood there motionless, his heart was extremely sober at this time, and he felt that the divine thought that existed in Feng Yaqi's body could actually be perceived, as if a part of his body was lying in the ground, and an impulse to break through the ground sprouted in his heart.
"Squat—"
At this moment, a voice sounded sharply in Ze'er's heart.
This was the voice of the Demon Lord, Ze'er subconsciously squatted down, and felt an extremely sharp cold wind slashing overhead.
There was a muffled snort from Bian Xiaojiao behind him, and Ze'er turned her head, only to see Bian Xiaojiao standing there bare, with a big head that had been cut off, rolling towards Ze'er's feet.
The Demon Lord's voice said, "Get out of the way!"
Ze'er turned around again, only to see that the three white towers had been cut off by the waist and were slowly falling towards him.
At this time, most of the people in the field didn't know what was going on, they all thought that Ze'er had used some trick to kill Bian Xiaojiao, and some people gasped in disbelief.
Ze'er's body flashed to the side, only to see a person slowly falling in the air, that person was tall, with a strong murderous aura on his body, and before the person fell, the fierce momentum had overwhelmed the audience.
The man had a pale face, no beard under his chin, a bluish and purple chin, and was wearing a dark brown robe, he was supposed to be in his forties, and he wore a copper bracelet on the wrist of his right hand. The man fell to the ground and said to Ze'er with a sneer: "With your cultivation, you actually dodged my two shots just now, it's really rare!" He saw the snow blade sword in Ze'er's hand, his brows furrowed slightly, others couldn't see the value of this snow blade sword, but he could feel that this sword had an extraordinary origin, originally he wanted to hurt the killer when he fell to the ground, but then he suddenly changed his mind and asked, "Boy, what's your name and where do you come from?"
Ze'er looked at the man, and saw that his appearance was not unusual, but his cultivation was as high as the Yuan Shen Realm, and he asked in his heart: "Demon Lord, why haven't you come out yet, how can I deal with it?" asked a few times, and the Demon Lord suddenly fell silent again for some reason.
"Sadula, Master Sa!"
Someone in the crowd let out an exclamation, they recognized the person's identity, and they bowed down one after another, even the Tea Lady, the Taoist Lai Ye, and the abbot of Yongming.
In the Buddhist country, the level of the master and the medicine cultivator is irrelevant, and those abbots and abbots who have their own monasteries can be called masters.
Ze'er was startled, but at this time his mood calmed down, it turned out that this guy was Sadula, it was this person who chased Princess Taijun to kill the dumb monk just now, and that Tuanzang master was also his disciple, this person was ruthless and ruthless. Ze'er nodded and said, "My name is Ouyang Jize, I'm from far away, what about Your Majesty the Princess, what happened to her?"
Sadura didn't answer, and said coldly: "Boy, where is your home?"
Ze'er said: "You answer me first, otherwise I won't tell you!"
Sadura reached out and touched the treasure bag, and then pointed to the ground, Ze'er saw that there was another body next to Bian Xiaojiao's corpse, which was Princess Taijun, who had been with him for several days and took care of him like a sister!
At this time, Princess Taijun's apricot eyes were wide open, motionless, and blood was spilling from her mouth and nose.
Sadura said lightly: "She's not a princess, she's a traitor, and the Lord Buddha has already ordered her to be wanted!"
Ze'er's body trembled, he stepped forward a few steps, knelt in front of Princess Taijun, tears couldn't stop flowing, he patted Princess Taijun's body, and found that there was no trace of life on her body, she was actually dead.
"Your Majesty, princess, why did you die, you still have a lot of things to do, you are not allowed to die, you are not allowed to die!"
Ze'er screamed, but Princess Taejun didn't move, her eyes were gray, and it was obvious that her soul had left her body.
Ze'er knew that Princess Taejun was afraid that she would use a secret method to blow up Neidan and die, and if she died like this, even if she was searched for souls, she would not let the enemy gain anything.
Sadura said lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't answer where you come from, is the thing hidden on this girl's body on you?"
Ze'er's eyes were blood-red, and she raised her head and said, "What is it?"
Sadula said, "It's what you took off the stupa last night!"
Ze'er nodded, and pointed with his hand: "Okay, I can tell you, but you kill the little bald thief in Lingkong first!"
Sadula's gaze swept over Lingkong, Lingkong couldn't help but excite Lingling to shudder, Sadula suddenly laughed, and said: "I don't know whose child you are, it's really naïve, since you don't want to say it, then I have to send you on the road!" He stood up with one palm, as if he was about to make a move on Ze'er.
Ze'er was anxious in his heart, he didn't know why the Demon Lord suddenly stopped talking, could it be that his cultivation was not completed yet, and he still needed me to delay time?
Sadura was stunned and said, "Who?"
I only heard someone in the crowd chanting the Buddha's name: "It's a poor monk!"
Before the words fell, a golden mang pierced Sadula's heart, Sadula was not on guard, but he reacted very quickly, raised his hand a gear, and there was already an extra silver medal in his hand, and there was a crisp sound on the ground, and the golden mang pierced Sadula's silver medal and hit him in the chest, and it was a yellow-brown Zen staff!
Everyone turned their heads in amazement, only to see Abbot Yongming standing there, making a throwing gesture.
There was no expression on his face, and he didn't pay attention to the Zen staff inserted in his body, and asked coldly, "Master Yongming, what do you mean by this?"
The muscles on Abbot Yongming's face twitched, and said, "Amitabha, traitor, you are rebelling and killing the princess, and the old man is fighting with you!" After speaking, his body moved, and he rushed towards Sadula.
Sadura sneered, straightened up, and the Zen staff inserted in his chest suddenly ejected, popping through Abbot Yongming's heart.