"Ahhh,,。hhh

Just a second ago, Lao Song's body was like being doused with gasoline, and the flames suddenly rose into the sky.

But strangely, the fire did not spread around, but formed a pillar of fire about three meters high.

The crimson flames were burning, and Lao Song had already been hidden by the flames, and he couldn't see his situation at this time.

Only a terrible howl came from the pillar of fire, and Lao Song was not dead,

What makes me most strange is that Lao Song's posture at this time should still be standing, but if he is burned by the fire like this, he won't lie down involuntarily.

Or, it was the Da Leng Yan Zhenjing that restrained Lao Song and could only stand

Seeing this scene, I was also anxious, and I was about to step forward to rescue Lao Song with red eyes, and a miserable howl made me stop.

"Fanzi,,, go."

Another miserable howl came, and Lao Song's tone was filled with indescribable anxiety, and his voice became hoarse.

took a deep breath, barely calmed himself down a lot, gritted his teeth tightly, and didn't dare to continue to act rashly,

If I die too, then who will save Dad them, who will save Lao Song,

"Nam no Amitabha"

The strange evil Buddha still stood motionless in place, half-bent over, chanting the Buddha's name one after another,

His gaze was no longer on us, but slightly closed, his face expressionless,

Carefully recalled the previous scene, the fire burned, and this evil Buddha is absolutely inseparable.

If this evil Buddha is solved, Lao Song may be saved.

Thinking of this, I raised my hand and wanted to slap myself, if it was really time-consuming, then Lao Song would have been burned to death.

"Leave me alone, go."

Just when I was at a loss, the weak shouts of Lao Song came from the pillar of fire, compared to the sound made before, Lao Song at this time sounded almost dead,

Suddenly, the pillar of fire shrank a lot, and the pillar of fire, which was about three meters tall at the beginning, had become similar to Lao Song's height at this time.

The color of the flame has changed, no longer the blood red of the previous one, but a faint red, at least you can see the figure inside,

I looked into the pillar of fire, and my body immediately froze, Old Song

Lao Song was still the same as before, standing with the restraint of the Great Lengyan Zhenjing, standing motionless,

The head that always looked like it was quite two was finally gone, and his hair had been burned to ashes by the fire.

The skin on the surface of the body has lost its usual appearance, and the original wheat-colored skin has now become as charred as charcoal, and there are faint cracks in it.

Although it was scorched into this appearance, the body shape did not change, and the clothes and pants were not damaged in the slightest, which made me feel very strange.

People who are usually scorched by fire should become like dry firewood, and their clothes will be burned to ashes, but Lao Song is still the same size as he is on weekdays at this time, and his clothes are quite strong.

But at this time, no matter how strong he was, he was also burned to death by this fire

His eyes were tightly closed, and although his face was scorched, he could still see a slightly painful and distorted expression.

His mouth was slightly open, and he seemed to have something to say to me, and he still wanted to say it to me

With a plop, I fell to my knees on the ground, looking at Lao Song's corpse with scattered eyes, and clenched my hands tightly.

My nails dug into my palms, and blood flowed out, but I didn't feel the slightest pain.

So soon, Lao Song went, and I watched him go

"Ahhh,,。hhh

A hoarse roar came from my mouth, not from the mouth of Old Song like before,

For a while, my eyes were dark, and my brain was dizzy.

The heart was like being hit by thousands of hammers, the pain was indescribable, the hands holding the fists kept tapping the ground, and after a while, the hands were dripping with blood, and the white finger bones were faintly exposed,

If I could have some ability, Lao Song would not die in front of my eyes, he would not die,

"Nam no Amitabha"

A sound of chanting Buddha that seemed to be laughing but not laughing came into my ears, and my heart couldn't help but be shocked, and my brain was also a lot clearer.

Now is not the time to cry, nor is it the time to play sensationalism

It's this damn evil Buddha, if you don't crush it, how can you be worthy of Lao Song

I gritted my teeth and stood up, the sharp pain in my hands did not affect me, and my eyes stared at the half-bent evil Buddha in silence, without a little wave.

But it's not easy to clean it up, not to mention anything else, I can't do anything about it just because of the size of the evil Buddha.

"Take your time," I muttered, and then the yin qi in my body instantly emanated, and the unique black yin qi enveloped my figure, and my eyes turned dark again, and the whites of my eyes disappeared in an instant.

I don't know if this evil Buddha can still see me, but if he can't see me, then I'll be able to do it

Silently crossed a few steps to the right, and slowly walked towards the evil Buddha, and the feeling of fear had long since disappeared.

The evil Buddha didn't seem to realize that my figure had disappeared, and he bent over and chanted the Buddha's name, his eyes closed tightly.

Suddenly, the sound of chanting the Buddha's name stopped abruptly,

"Huh"

The dark Evil Buddha smiled coldly, slightly opened the Buddha's eyes that had been closed for a long time, and slowly stood up,

With his hands at his sides, his eyes fixed on the burning pillar of fire,

I followed its eyes and looked at it, and the scene in front of me made me completely dead.

The flames dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pillar of fire slowly became smaller, turning into nothingness in less than a minute.

At this time, Lao Song's body was completely exposed to the air.

The oil lamp hanging on the wall of the hall emitted a little ghostly light, and he looked at Lao Song through the dim yellow soft light, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

With this kind of appearance, can you still not die?

The old Song who was bound by the Great Leng Yan Zhenjing had already been burned black, and his skin was even more unbearable than what I had seen before, and the small and dense cracks covered the entire body.

Da Leng Yan Zhenjing seemed to tremble, and the yellow light flashed, and he quickly took off Lao Song's body.

The appearance of the bamboo slip was restored again, hanging in the air, constantly emitting a faint soft light,

Without restraints, Lao Song fell down violently like a big tree without the support of a tree trunk.

Maybe it's because the space around is too small, or maybe it's a coincidence, Lao Song's body is not as I imagined, falling sideways to the ground,

Instead, he sat cross-legged, sitting quietly like an old monk, and because of the loss of life, it was impossible for his head to be raised like a living person.

Slightly buried his head, his eyes closed, and his hands on his thighs,

"Old Song, I hope that your heroic spirit is not far away, and I will avenge you when I look at my brother"