Chapter Seventy-Six: Hanging by a Thread

"How much energy do you have in your hands now? Take it in again? So how much energy do you need to spend? 30%, or 40%? Are you still sure? Mu Ling looked like he had eaten Jiang Qingyi.

"A mission, the loss of a handful of people, in fact, are within the scope of understand, the loss of a person, as far as he is concerned, now leave quickly, can still complete the task normally. It will not do you any good to continue dragging on. Mu Ling's voice began to become rich at some point, no longer the jerky and numb feeling it had before.

Zhuang Rong gently pushed Jiang Qingyi in front of him.

"You all go, I'll stay."

Xiang Meng didn't even listen to Zhuang Rong finish speaking, "No, it's a big deal to fight together, die here to count the ball, whoever can take this thing away, if you can't take it away, throw it here, even if we die, we won't let them have a good time." I have seen this yin and yang weirdness for a long time, and the strange guy in Guli is not pleasing to the eye. ”

"Let's go, I'll say it again."

Zhuang Rong's face was gloomy, and he roared in a low voice, Xiang Meng turned around, withdrew the big sword, and exerted force with both feet, the person had already swept out a large distance, with him taking the lead, Yue Siming and the two fathers and sons followed closely behind, they had no feelings for Zhuang Rong, and they had no feelings for the whole team. I'm really afraid that this group of people will have their heads in the head, and they will fight to the end with others.

That Mu Ling made it clear, as long as Zhuang Rong was so in harmony with him.

Jiang Qingyi tightened the spear in his hand, and after all, he didn't have the courage to withdraw his energy.

"Take care!"

A team of seven people soon had no one, leaving only Zhuang Rong alone facing the side of the eternal night, and Mu Ling hung on the edge of the night, looking at Zhuang Rong condescendingly.

"A wise decision."

"Don't you want me to see you for what you really are? There can't be a human presence in the burial ground, and I've always found you to be weird, so familiar with the burial ground, and able to fear the eternal night. It really makes me curious, of course, I'm not curious about the flesh and blood you put on the surface, I'm curious about you behind him. ”

"Mu Ling's words and deeds give me the feeling that I am being dominated and pulled by a force. A completely independent and autonomous force, and it is dominant. ”

"You can see this, that's really very attentive, I want to change it, you are the best candidate, the surging vitality in your body is the best choice, if you can take the initiative to agree, you can save a lot of things, isn't it?"

Zhuang Rong raised his right hand, and his figure changed.

Twelve weapons jumped out of the machine, and the figure was divided into two, each controlling six sharp swords, and the imperial art was used to the extreme, and they rushed out at the first time.

The start is a big move, and there is no room for the slightest slackness.

It was too late, but at the moment of starting, the twelve sharp blades had already tore through the distance, piercing and chopping the flesh and blood body floating in the sky in an instant.

Blood clots were scattered, some of them fell to the ground, and some of them were still hanging in the air.

"You're good! Now you have to change it if you don't change it!! ”

An angry harmony came, and on the bridge of eternal night, the darkness rolled like a tide, and a huge black shadow appeared in it, like a giant, only the rolling dark tide moved on his body, but he could clearly see the face of this black shadow, which was the image of an old man of the human race, with long hair draped over his body.

His beard and eyebrows were down, and his eyes in the darkness were tinged with a strange scarlet.

Its two hands stretched forward, its ten fingers spread, and silk threads hung from its fingers, controlling the wooden ling, of course, it was no longer a wooden ling, but a piece of minced meat.

Zhuang Rong's heart was shocked, and all his questions were solved, why Mu Ling's actions were so weird, why his strength was different from ordinary people, and all the questions were answered in this scene. He has no power of his own, and all his sources of power are from the lines that hang over him, from the terrifying evil mind body like a giant behind him.

The moment the evil thought body appeared, the coercion of the sky poured into his face, his heart shrank uncontrollably, and he could clearly feel that his heart was beating a beat slower. The ultimate and pure feeling of suffocation.

Zhuang Rong didn't dare to keep his hand in the slightest, and at this moment, even the dog system didn't dare to speak.

I saw his legs off the ground, the strength of his body burst out, his hands folded, and he sat cross-legged in the void.

The treasure is solemn, and the whole body shines brightly.

At this moment, no matter whether he believed in the Buddhas or not, no matter what evil things he had done before, he chose to believe and believe sincerely.

Pinching the lotus knot by hand seems to be extremely slow, but it is extremely fast. Faster than lightning, he could only take advantage of this time to complete his strongest blow to the evil thought body. While it still relies on its extreme confidence in its own strength, there is no time to choose to make a move, once it makes a move, everything will stop, and once the spirit is controlled, it will even be worn out.

Even if you have great skills, you can't do anything about it.

No one wants to be someone else's, he can't imagine what kind of torment it will be to become a puppet under the control of other people's lines, he began to realize a little bit of despair and pain in the eyes of Mu Ling at the moment when Jiang Qingyi's protective light flickered.

Do your best, be pious and pure.

A lifetime of spiritual power is brought out!!

Swastika mantra

At that moment, the expression of the 'old man' in the eternal night changed greatly, the rolling dark tide around him was surging and drumming, the big hand composed of countless darkness was raised high, and his thoughts also burst out in an instant, and the surging thoughts surged to Zhuang Rong's side.

In the midst of this blow, it felt the threat of death, the threat of complete death.

It is unimaginable that such a weak transcendent person could have such power surging out of his body? It was the power that inherently restrained their evil thoughts, magnificent and magnificent, brilliant and mighty.

A golden light suddenly appeared, and the terrifying telekinetic attack was instantly defeated, and a golden Buddha phantom appeared from behind Zhuang Rong.

With the completion of the swastika mantra in Zhuang Rong's hand, it began to become condensed, and the golden glow was even stronger, and even surpassed the brilliance of the Great Sun at that moment, and it was even brighter than the Great Sun.

The surging coercion, the terrifying power shocked the four fields, and in the burial ground of the eternal night, there were bursts of terrible roars.

The group of six people who had already fled here were shocked by the power of this palpitation, and they all stopped, turned around, and looked at the golden giant that was enough to see through the dense forest.

Shocked all around.

Jiang Qingyi's expression was awe-inspiring, "That will definitely not be the attack emanating from the monster, let alone the power that the weird wooden man has." ”

Xiang swallowed violently, wanting to move but found that he was pressed and couldn't move, "That can't be the power released by the second brother, isn't he from the fire?" Are there other forces behind him? ”

Jiang Qingyi frowned and said the second possibility, "There is another possibility, the burial ground of the outer circle of the 17th shelter was promoted to the eternal night level, which alarmed the big people in the inner circle to make a move, but why is there a super strong person with this kind of power, I have never heard of it before." ”

Xiang Menghu's face flushed with joy, "In any case, it proves that the second child is fine." ”

The swastika spell fell, the Buddha shadow opened his eyes, and the screams were like magic sounds, but fortunately, Zhuang Rong was sheltered by the Buddha's light and was not threatened. The whole person fell to the ground, his face turned pale, and the blow drained all his strength, and the twelve swords returned to the machine, and the two figures merged into one.

Propping up his body with difficulty, looking ahead, the golden swastika spell fell on the 'old man', and the surging spiritual power was extracted and refined from it, and poured into Zhuang Rong's spiritual world, and the Buddha light that was originally contained in the spiritual sea was being stripped off and extracted little by little.

The screams didn't last long, for a few seconds? Or a dozen seconds? Zhuang Rong didn't know, not much anyway.

A cyan fist-sized telekinetic crystallization fell from the eternal night and landed in front of Zhuang Rong. This crystal is crystal clear, and there is a faint feeling of 'coming to life', and Zhuang Rong feels the breath of life from it.

The spiritual power is poured into the spiritual world, the small pond is expanding at a terrifying speed, and the pure spiritual power is also expanding its own spiritual world.

It wasn't until the pond expanded to the shape of a lake that it stopped. It's a pity that there is still very little water formed by the spiritual power inside, and compared to the size of the entire lake, it looks like a lake that has dried up. It's only four times the size of the pond before.

A golden figure appeared in front of Zhuang Rong, with monk robes and prayer beads. Put your hands together.

I saw that after the golden light on his body converged, his body gradually solidified, and it became flesh and blood in an instant, but Zhuang Rong couldn't feel any life fluctuations from it.

But seeing him stretch out his hand, he smiled at Zhuang Rong. "Hello, Zhuang Rong!"

No...... Shouldn't it be Amitabha? Do monks not declare the Buddha's name?

"Who are you?"

Seeing that Zhuang Rong didn't stretch out his hand, he withdrew his hand, with no sadness or joy on his face, "I am you, I am the side of your consciousness, and it can also be understood as a Buddha in human form, you and I should be one, and some kind of force forcibly stripped me out and came out independently." ”