How lethal is a star monarch's self-detonation?

It is no exaggeration to say that if Futu Mountain had not been blessed by so many generations of Buddhist masters, if this explosion had not happened here, but a mountain of a similar size, the collapse at the top of the mountain would have been enough to trigger a huge landslide from top to bottom...... Bury all the creatures within a radius of miles.

And the explosion of "Mu Heng" happened here.

Countless talismans flew out, desperately resisting the aftermath......

And the most turbulent impact occurred in the sword qi barrier that Ning Yi locked.

Pei Yatou's complexion changed suddenly.

She lunged forward, and the red candle was picked up by her and poked towards the sword qi barrier, but unexpectedly...... Ning Yi's sword qi didn't stop the girl at all.

"Peng"!

Open the parachute.

There is a tacit understanding.

The fine snow and the red candle opened at the same time—

The mighty starlight is like a torrent, washing on the two tough umbrellas, Mu Heng's "self-detonated" starlight turbulence is like a boiling river, and the two oil-paper umbrellas are like fragile flowers tumbling in the river and may die at any time.

And the men and women under the umbrella snuggled together with difficulty.

So the two waves took root.

Ning Yi's overdrawn scroll stood under the open umbrella, and he spent a brand new sword bone.

He snorted, blood spilling from the corners of his lips.

It's not just the flesh.

Shenhai was also violently impacted!

The aftermath of the rumbling wave spread out on the top of the mountain, at the moment of the alternation of the sunset and the first moon, this unexpected Futu starlight, in the eyes of the believers of Lingshan, looks more like a long-planned "prosperous fireworks"!

Countless cheers and joyful voices rushed into the sky together with the fireworks from all over Lingshan.

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The noise below the mountain is no louder than the sound of explosions on the mountain.

And the sound of explosions on the mountain was blown away by the strong wind.

Smoke and dust, flying sand, rocks, sword qi turned into debris, ancient talismans flying in the sky...... With the aftermath of the explosion, they all returned to the void together.

And with these they fall.

There was also a faint smell of blood.

The fine snow and red candles were stretched out in front of the old pine tree where Mu Heng fell, and the "umbrella surface" refined by the talisman had been shattered by the impact, leaving only tattered strips of cloth, and the umbrella bones were still strong...... But the price was tragic, and the unreserved self-explosion of the next star monarch almost exhausted all the savings in Ning Yisheng's scroll.

The hair on the young man's sideburns became whiter by three points.

He hugged the girl, his back against the back of the umbrella, and took most of the impact.

The black robe was already in tatters.

The skin on the back was open, and a piece of blood was dripping.

This time he didn't recover again, losing the blessing of the word scroll, Ning Yi's physical body was only slightly stronger than the ordinary life star, but the purple glow of the sword wielder appeared on the white bones...... Zixia, who once saved Ning Yi's life in Changling, can only start repairing from a bone injury this time.

And the person who was protected by Ning Yi in his arms was temporarily unconscious under the shock, and Pei Yatou's physique could not be compared with Ning Yi...... The White Emperor's injury, coupled with such a violent impact, made her spirit fall into a coma.

Ning Yi's eyes turned pale.

I want to struggle to get up.

But it can't be done...... The physical body is not controlled by minds.

The last time I was so seriously injured was in the world of the demon clan.

At that time, the "word scroll" was full, and it would not be long before he was able to recover his combat strength.

Misguided.

He shouldn't have been careless...... After spending a lot of life to treat the girl, his Heavenly Book savings are not much left, but he is normal against the enemy, with Ning Yi's sword qi and realm.

There are no rivals or threats in Lingshan.

That's why it's happening today.

What made Ning Yi a little confused was that he smelled a faint smell of blood.

Not their own blood.

It's not a girl's blood.

The faint smell of blood, with the slightest wisps of "sandalwood" that is not strong, is often smelled in the main hall of Buddhism, which has been influenced by Buddhism

of people...... It is said that those "monks" who practice Buddhism, after death, burn their bodies, which can burn the relics of the Buddha's bones, and even the ashes are stained with a strong smell of sandalwood.

But this sandalwood smell is not strong.

The owner of the blood...... Practice the Dharma.

Cultivated the blood of the Buddha.

But the realm is not high.

Ning Yi hugged the girl with difficulty, slowly turned around, and in the smoke and dust, he looked at a thick Zen staff, breaking through the layers of flesh and blood, clothes and armor, and the top was stained with sticky blood.

The blood "ticked and ticked" and fell through the dust, gathering a pool of red blood on the ground.

The staff was only three feet away from him.

but pierced the bodies of two people.

Song Yi people with their backs to themselves.

There is also a cinnabar girl who stood on tiptoe and hugged the Song Yi people.

Two men were pierced by a rod.

A Buddhist boy holding a Zen staff with one hand, his robe fluttering down, standing in the smoke and dust, quiet like a dead man, and the other hand standing on his chest, like a wood carving.

But there was a dark tide in his eyes.

The lark's voice was very soft, "Little Jinglian, why do you have to do this?"

There was no pity in his voice.

There is also no sympathy.

But there was no mockery, no banter.

Everything on the top of the mountain, no matter who looks at it, is an absurd drama, a farce.

The thin, gentle young man in green shirts was like an old man who had lived for a hundred years after weathering the wind and frost at the moment, and his tone of voice did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He looks more like a dead man.

Maybe he was a dead man in the first place.

At the last moment, Song Yiren stopped behind Ning Yi, ready to block this cane kill for him.

This disaster.

In the end, Cinnabar resisted for him.

The scarlet Zen staff, full of vermilion blood, the karma of the Jizo Bodhisattva, stained with the resentment of the dead soul, penetrated the chest of the little girl in red armor, and the miserable white face of cinnabar overflowed with wisps of black evil qi, she frowned and hugged her sweetheart who was close at hand.

Song Yiren was stunned.

He looked at the scarlet Zen staff stupidly, and his body was also chiseled through, but the cinnabar block made the Zen staff move a position...... deviated from his heart, but lifted the little girl's feet off the ground, leaving her toes struggling to tiptoe.

Song Yiren's voice trembled suddenly.

“...... Why?"

I spit out a faint breath.

Cinnabar's hands are very hard.

She spoke harder, but still seemed weak.

"Childe ......"

It's been a long time since she's called Song Yiren's son.

She laughed hard, but laughing was worse than crying.

"I'm your immortal lock......"

Song Yiren hugged the petite body that was like a gossamer, and rubbed her into his arms hard, the pain of the flesh could be ignored at this moment, and the sharp pain of the heart made his eyes dark, and his heart seemed to be pinched by someone with a palm!

A circle of visible golden ripples ripples ripple across the skin's surface.

Over the years, the two Nirvanas have injected their hearts and minds into the bodies of the Song Yi people, and the Vajra body created has burst out with amazing power at this moment, fighting against the karma of Jizo!

His head was lowered, but his volume was raised.

It's still the same sentence.

“...... Why?"

Word by word, word by word, word by word.

The lark, who was holding a Zen staff and did not mean to pull out the staff, was silent for a while after hearing this.

He raised his eyebrows, and his gaze first swept over Song Yiren, cinnabar, and then over Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu.

The lark ignored Jin Yi, who had been abolished, and sat on the ground with a shocked face.

Quiet at the top of the hill.

Thoughts are also very fluid.

Four people who pose a threat to themselves...... Now they've lost their combat power.

The young man Mu Ran said: "I don't want to kill you now, if you don't block it, she doesn't have to die." ”

This staff is used to kill Ning Yi.

It's a pity.

The sacrifice of a star monarch was created

The explosion of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

was blocked by people for their lives.

Merely...... It doesn't matter anymore.

The lark glanced at Ning Yi.

What is the first young person of the Great Sui, it is nothing more than that.

With his palm against his staff, he pushed forward three points further.

Song Yiren's face was pale, and he snorted again, but the girl in his arms didn't even snort.

The lark finally exerted his palm force, shook out a string of wind and thunder, and the Great Wish Zen staff completely penetrated the bodies of the two people, swept out of the top of Futu Mountain, stained with Buddha blood and light wind and thunder, and hung above the mountains of Futu Grottoes.

The young man in the robe, his eyes were full of wind and frost, and he was a little depressed, but he stared at the sea of clouds all over the mountain, and the beings under the sea of clouds, and finally the corners of his lips rose slightly, outlining a corner of the smile.

"Shao Yun is gone, Song Que is gone......"

He sighed: "Xuyun is also dead. ”

The young man stretched a big stretch, "It's a really good day." ”

The lark stood on the top of the mountain, stretched out a hand, twisted a piece of Mu Heng's clothes after "self-explosion" with two fingers, put it on his fingertips and rubbed it into ashes of nothingness, and muttered: "It's a pity that there are not many people who witness this scene......

He looked at Song Yiren and said expressionlessly: "Your father promised Shao Yun before leaving that he would come to witness the grand scene of Lingshan lighting the wishing fire, but it's a pity that he didn't come today." ”

The lark spreads his arms.

The silent Futu Ancient Cave is no longer silent at this moment.

Tens of thousands of stone carvings, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, are trembling at this moment, the entire vast grottoes, the spiritual mountain has accumulated a hundred years of wishing power, at this moment are "gathered" up, the surging shouts under the mountain, and the ancient city everywhere rushing to the sky fireworks noise, all rise with the lark's raised arms.

The boy stared at the world below the mountain.

He said softly, "Mr. Xiao Ning, I want to thank you for bringing the lark out of Xiaoxun Temple. ”

Ning Yi protected the sleeping girl in her arms.

On his chest, there was an object the size of an inch that kept beating, trying to break free of his shirt.

"I wouldn't be where I am today without you. ”

The young man showed the same gentle smile as before: "With the power of the lark, I want to climb over the Great Wall and cross the eastern soil, and I trekked to Xiaoleiyin Temple with a Buddha statue...... It's harder than learning from the West. ”

The lark said softly, "Thank you...... This is what I am today. ”

In Ning Yi's arms, a mirror the size of a square inch flew out, absorbing the brilliance that Shao Yun had accumulated all his life in the Hall of Light, and poured out at this moment.

The light shone on the lark's body.

Song Yiren looked at the phantom above the young man's head in a daze, and at this moment, the memory of his "curse" was finally filled...... The existence that held the Zen staff and left only a dark back in his childhood memories coincided with the shadow illuminated by the light test.

The great master of Lingshan who was praised by Lingshan and traveled far away to "preach".

After leaving Lingshan, he became seriously ill.

At the same time.

Ning Yi also saw clearly the blurry figure that had not been seen clearly on the lark's body before.

The smell of old age, decay, and decay gradually became clear and clear.

Not the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

It's an old monk who déjà vu...... Memories flash.

Come to think of it.

When I first met the lark, I saw it at Kotsumi Temple.

He looks like a dead man because he was a dead man in the first place.

The stone carving.

The master who keeps the lark to his mouth all the time.

The second proud disciple of Xuyun.

On the top of the mountain.

The young man with a gentle smile bowed kindly.

"In the next, the Dharma is called to quit dust. ”

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(1, to tell the truth, the first two chapters are not satisfactory, but it is too difficult to delete and change, and it will affect the whole body.) So the pressure for today's chapter is great. 2. Today's chapter began at three o'clock in the afternoon, intermittently in between, and it is finally satisfactory to write it now. The buried line of the Lingshan chapter is too long, too much, too slow, and everyone waits hard every day, and I believe that this chapter will not live up to everyone's expectations. ）