Baker Richardson, who saw this scene, had mixed feelings in his heart, and it was very uncomfortable.

Why does the Buddha's head also have my extreme path mastery?

Why didn't I know anything about it?!

Is my extreme mastery a stall?

It's everywhere, and everyone will.

The sword pierced into the chest of the young master, breaking through the body of King Kong, and the wound made a "snort" sound of sulfuric acid melting flesh and blood.

"Roar!"

The dark cyan humanoid roared violently, mixed with pain, and its whole body trembled, shaking like chaff.

This kind of thing can only be felt by Li Xianyu, in the world, he is the only one who has been beaten by the Kusanagi Sword and survived. The Kusanagi Sword erodes flesh and soul, exterminating flesh and spirit.

The self-healing ability of the ancient demon cells was not enough to fight against this toxin, at least Li Xianyu couldn't resist it at the beginning, and finally died.

The Buddha Head and Baker Richardson were happy at the same time, and the Kusanagi Sword finally pierced in, this sword was the key to victory, and now it finally had an effect, which meant that the balance of victory had tipped in their favor.

And if it can't play a role, then the best outcome is to open five or five, each waiting for reinforcements.

"Bang!"

The back of the young master's head slammed back, and Chairman Baker's brain "buzzed" and he lost his mind for a short time.

The blood vessels around its body protruded, the blood surged rapidly, and the pain of the double burning of the body and soul made it burst into its potential, and after a head hammer, it raised a kick and kicked the Buddha's head in the chest.

There was a loud bang between the heaven and the earth, and the golden body of the Buddha's head shook.

He flew out like a kicked ball.

Shaken off the shackles, the young master fled to the west meditation room.

Boom Boom!

The Buddha's head crashed into three halls in a row, and rose from the collapsed ruins, shining with golden light.

Hold the Kusanagi sword in your hand and quickly kill back.

"Why do you also have my extreme path? ”

The two flew in the direction of the meditation room, and President Baker said in a deep voice.

The word "also" fully reflects the sadness of President Baker at this time.

At the moment of the great enemy, he tried his best to suppress his emotions, otherwise now he was holding the collar of the Buddha's head and roaring: You are Bichi. fuck you mother.

Scold out Chinese English.

The Buddha thought about it, and was a little embarrassed, the monks didn't speak, but it was not good to betray Li Xianyu, after all, this cheap Sun thief was the only son of his favorite disciple Li Wuxiang.

Don't look at his apparent insistence, he is actually very concerned.

"I know, it's Li Peiyun. Baker Richardson gritted his teeth.

The Buddha's head was stunned, and his face was dull.

No, donor, why do you think that?

You lost to Li Xianyu in the island country, the poor monk is Li Wuxiang's master, and Li Wuxiang is Li Xianyu's Laozi, how did you deduce that the person who leaked the extreme path is Li Peiyun based on this logic?

Baker Richardson looked at the Buddha's face and thought that he had guessed correctly, and the nameless fire surged upward, and his blood pressure soared.

Lao Tzu's signature mastery, this set of extreme mastery I haven't taught yet, but the result has blossomed everywhere, and China and the United States are in harmony.

Angry couples.

He was going to dismantle Li Peiyun and throw it out to feed Stalin.

Soon, they came to the meditation room on the west side, and the night wind carried a strong smell of blood.

The Buddha's head and Baker Richardson looked at each other, their faces solemn. I had a bad premonition in my heart.

Before climbing the mountain, I didn't see the disciples of the Shingon Sect, but I fled in advance, and after seeing the main doppelganger appear in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, I confirmed this guess even more.

But now it seems that things are far more cruel than they thought.

Flying away with the smell of blood, a towering mountain of corpses appeared in front of him, and corpses were piled up, like piles of grain in a farmer's granary.

Those corpses were dressed in blue robes or robes, and there were more than 400 disciples of the Shingon Sect, not a single one was missed, all of them were here.

They are fanatical followers of the Lord, subordinates who have sworn allegiance, but how can the Lord care if they live or die? Human rights are human beings, and for the master, any living thing is both a thug and a food.

The dark cyan humanoid creature crouched on the "mountain" of corpses, feasting on it, its teeth were sharp and hard, as if even steel was about to be crushed, a whole human corpse, with its head removed, could swallow it in a few bites.

The head is also an excellent food, open the skull, suck the brain tissue inside, the taste is soft, and the tongue melts in the mouth.

Beck Richardson, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp when he saw this scene, and his spine seemed to be crawling with a snake.

"Evil Barrier!"

Scarlet light quickly surged in the eyes of the Buddha's head, from small to large, from dark to bright, making him a little more like a demon monk.

The leader of the Pole Sect, who has been sitting in Lianghua Temple for twenty years, is out of anger at this moment.

These red eyes, which symbolize blood, have never lit up in their lives.

But tonight is an exception.

The Kusanagi Sword was infused with a powerful qi machine, turning into a pale gold, and the scorching blade distorted the air.

The Buddha's head took a step forward and slashed it down.

Even without considering the toxins, the Kusanagi Sword itself is an extremely powerful killing weapon, far superior to all magic weapons.

In the silence of the night, the dazzling golden light flashed away, like lightning that suddenly pierced the sky.

The juggernaut clone dissolved in the sword light, and even the mountain of corpses that looked like a Jingguan collapsed and annihilated in the sword light.

That's not right, how can the Juggernaut clone be so vulnerable, even if it suffers heavy damage.

Baker Richardson had just been angry at this thought, when suddenly the hairs on his back stood on end, and his heart suddenly increased the frequency of beating.

His fighting instincts and body reflexes outpaced his brain, and instead of lunging forward and rolling to his death, he spun sharply and turned backwards, his arms crossed over his chest.

Bang!

First there was the muffled sound of the clashing of qi engines, then the sound of broken arms, and finally the sound of fists piercing through the chest.

The clone of the green master successfully sneaked up and succeeded.

The moment Baker Richardson was pierced in the chest, he instinctively flew out and kicked the dark cyan humanoid in the waist, leaning back with the help of his strength to pull away the distance.

He staggered back, shook his body a few times, and nearly fell.

Warm blood flowed from his chest, soaking his uniform, and his torn heart was beating hard, each beating accelerating the blood loss.

The doppelganger who died under the Buddha's head sword just now is not a real doppelganger?

The Buddha's head was too impulsive, and so was the anger that destroyed his reason, and so did I, my scalp tingled, and I was completely shocked by the hellish sight Baker Richardson took out four disposable needles from his wallet, stuck them in his neck, and injected them.

In the process, I didn't pay attention to the main clone, because the Buddha head would inevitably intervene and not let the clone make up the knife.

After injecting the blood medicine, he retreated into the shadows, feeling the flesh of the wound begin to slowly wriggle and repair the wound.

The incredible self-healing ability surprised him, he had heard of the miraculous effect of Li Xian's blood medicine for a long time, and today was the first time he experienced it.

This is much more advanced than the "human organ printing" technology researched within the Superpowered Association. No, it can't be said to be advanced, this is not the power of science, but the miracle of the evolution of life, the miracle of nature.

It's the same as the ancient demon's self-healing ability.

"He slaughtered the bloodlines of the Shingon sect beforehand, and he was prepared to be at a disadvantage for a long time, and devouring the flesh and blood can enhance self-healing, or is it that these bloodlines are controlled by it and have its flesh and blood in their bodies?"

Baker Richardson pondered the ancient demon's plan, thinking of the fake clone just now devouring the corpse of the bloodline to confuse himself and the Buddha's head, and he was more inclined to the latter guess.

The Ancient Demon Master, who has both powerful and incomparable strength and outstanding wisdom, Baker Richardson has a blank face and dark and deep eyes.

"Bang!"

The sword aura of the Kusanagi Sword shattered the bluestone-paved ground, and the dark cyan humanoid creature jumped up and pointed at the Baihui acupoint on the Buddha's head.

Generally speaking, the Baihui acupoint is the flawed life gate of any hard work, and the Baihui acupoint is commonly known as the gate of heaven, and occupies the most important position in the qi training system. Anyone who practices Qi starts by opening the gate of heaven.

As long as you gather fire and Baihui acupoints, most of the hard work can't be carried out.

While!

The golden body of the Buddha's head shook for a while, and the skull made a slight cracking sound, but it quickly stabilized and reshaped the golden body. At the same time, he stabbed out the Kusanagi sword.

The tip of the sword pierced into the arm of the dark cyan humanoid, and before it could penetrate deeper, the young master had already flown back.

It retreated to the side of the piled up corpses, pulled a body from his hand, chewed and swallowed it heavily, and sneered: "After the extinction of the ancient demons, human beings are the most delicious food, and they are inexhaustible. ”

His chest was rotting and pus, and his injured right arm was trembling slightly, struggling to endure the sharp pain in his tarsal bones.

He failed to provoke the Buddha's head anymore, blood flowed down from the top of his head, the old monk's face was bright red, his red pupils gradually extinguished, and his pupils returned to normal color, his hands were folded, and he was compassionate: "Amitabha." ”

The young master snorted and pursed his lips.

Buddhism's supernatural powers pay the most attention to the state of mind, and when the mood is chaotic, the supernatural powers are self-defeating. This is true of both the Vajra and the Immovable Ming King Seal. Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, and his face did not change, neither sad nor happy, not angry, not panicked, not cowardly.

Witnessing it devouring human flesh on a large scale, the Buddha's mind was flawed, and it was replaced by rage, and he couldn't wait to kill the demon. The golden body was unstable, and it was almost broken by his fingers just now.

But if the same method is used a second time, it will be useless, and the Buddha's mental cultivation will be stronger than he expected.

Click, click, click

Qingshi chewed heavily, flesh and bones chewed into foam.

Puff puff!

Without warning, he spat out the flesh foam in his mouth, turning them into a barrage that densely covered the Buddha's head.

Bang!

The slate under his feet cracked, and he killed Baker Richardson, who was recuperating in the distance.

He was going to get rid of President Baker once and for all, and he wanted to get rid of this danger first. It also means to use this to blackmail. For example, exchanging Baker Richardson's head for a Kusanagi sword.

Doesn't Buddhism pay attention to who will go to hell if I don't go to hell, isn't it compassionate?

See how this Buddhist leader chooses.

As soon as he showed his intentions, the Buddha noticed his thoughts, ignored the flesh foam in his face, and pounced on Baker Richardson as well.

In President Baker's eyes, there was a black shadow breaking through the sky on the left, and a golden shadow breaking through the sky on the right. He was sandwiched left and right by two poles.

After approaching Baker Richardson, the figure of the black shadow suddenly turned and killed the Buddha's head.

The two sides collided violently, and with a bang, the qi machine swung outward, and then appeared in a whirlpool.

Corpses, rubble, tiles, plants, branches and leaves, and all kinds of debris rose into the sky along with the whirlpool.

The meditation room collapsed one by one, and the fragments were dragged into the whirlpool.

Baker Richardson saw a severed arm and a sword whirl down at his side, and the Kusanagi sword "snorted" into the ground. The severed arm quickly decayed into foul-smelling flesh.

Kusanagi Sword!!

The head of the Buddha and the doppelganger of the Lord press against each other with one palm, and the qi machine forms a whirlpool, firmly absorbing each other.

"President Baker!" the Buddha shouted.

There is no better opportunity than now, and no one can break free while they are fighting for the qi machine. At this time, Baker Richardson became the key to the decisive victory.

"It's coming!" came Baker Richardson's calm voice.

Burst!

The sound of a blade piercing flesh.

The Buddha's head froze, and when he looked down, he saw the tip of a sword piercing through his chest.

In an instant, the terrible toxin eroded the body, melted the flesh and blood, corroded the cells, annihilated the primordial spirit, and pushed the Buddha's head into the abyss called death.

The Buddha raised his eyes and looked at the young master.

"Do you think I'm going to fight you against the Qi Fighter?" the young master sneered in response, without explaining anything else.

The Buddha's body trembled slowly, and the terrible pain consumed the poor old man, making him tremble even in his near-death experience.

The old monk tried his best, turning his neck a little bit, as if he wanted to turn back, look back at the man who had taken his life, or question him.

"I'm sorry. Baker Richardson said softly.

“”

The Buddha's head stopped, and he didn't continue to turn his head.

The Buddhist leader folded his hands and lowered his eyebrows: "Amitabha." ”

Some readers have already guessed Richardson's identity as a second or fifth boy, mainly because I laid the foundation well. I have thought about giving everyone a "surprise" before, without foreshadowing. But after thinking about it, I felt that it would be too abrupt. A really good author should let the reader vaguely guess the development of the plot. It's logical and doesn't seem stiff.

In addition, the fight scene seriously delayed the speed of the codeword, and it was so difficult for me, and I was fighting in the later stage, which was really tiring. Fight scenes are always the hardest, not only in anime and manga. The former burns brains, and the latter burns funds.