Chapter 133 The Buddha's face twitched

Without hesitation, Yong Bowen made a gesture to the two yellow turban wrestlers who were pressing the Kalachakra demon pass.

One of the Yellow Turban Lux reached out and shook the Kalachakra Demon's chest, and the Kalachakra Demon let out an earth-shattering roar, and the whole body gradually blurred, and the other Yellow Turban Lux suddenly put his head in front of the Kalachakra Demon and hissed, as if he was pumping vigorously.

It turned out that the driving core spirit of this Yellow Turban Lux was a spirit sucking demon before his death, specializing in absorbing all kinds of spirit energy.

This demon body is purely supported by spells and the power of blood food, and it is the favorite food for the spirit sucking demon.

The Spirit Suction Demon coveted the Demon Pass Law Body early in the morning, but he didn't dare to do it because of Yong Bowen's order, and only got the order to destroy the Law Body, so he immediately couldn't bear it and went to suck it according to his instinct.

But no matter how delicate the puppet of the Yellow Turban Lux is, it is also a puppet, the eyes, ears, mouth and nose are just a kind of goods, and they can't be used.

The yellow turban wrestler who intervened pulled out his hand, and there was already one more thing in his palm, and it was at that time that the wheel demon passed the statue, raised his palm, came to his eyes and took a look, stretched out an index finger and pressed the image lightly, and the palm made a squeaky sound, and the image shattered.

Yong Bowen probed the sword box behind his back with both hands, the sword in his left hand, and the talisman gun in his right hand at a distance, silently reciting the three Qingzheng/Fa descending tips in his heart, just waiting for the monk to appear and give him a good look.

The yellow turban wrestlers in the four places also increased their vigilance with Yong Bowen's mind and prepared to face the battle.

Overnight, Kemo also stretched his neck, wanting to see if the dead bald donkey would come as promised, and couldn't help but guess which means of the bald donkey and this dead heavenly master were clever, if the bald donkey won, wouldn't he be able to get out of the big trouble?

Quietly, the yin wind blew, whining, and the monk was nowhere to be seen.

Yong Bowen added a bunch of puppets by himself, staring at each other with big eyes.

The translator was anxious about the boss's urgency, and without waiting for Yong Bowen to ask, he first asked: "Hey, Ye Kemo, what's the matter, aren't you telling lies to deceive the Heavenly Master!" What's the matter, isn't it because the Great Heavenly Master's attitude is kind, and you have a mind to come up with a demon moth? I sue you, if the Great Heavenly Master destroys you, it is as easy as pinching an ant to death, but don't take his generosity as a bully, you are killing yourself! ”

Ye Kemo hurriedly defended: "How difficult is it to tell me this, I haven't tried it, I don't know if what he said is true or not, if the monk didn't tell a lie, then he must have learned about the situation here, and he didn't dare to come over to die because of the prestige and strength of the Great Heavenly Master!" ”

Regardless of the truth, there is nothing wrong with sending the top hat first.

Yong Bowen was a little disappointed. He now has hundreds of Yellow Turban wrestlers under his hands, and he has already shown strong enough combat power, so his confidence has increased greatly, and he wants to capture the monk alive and get more news about the Wheel of Time Tribulation.

At this moment, the dark and dead dark clouds in the sky suddenly rolled and surged, stirring the sky above the head as if it were shaking, like a hurricane approaching, and like cold water boiling at the beginning of the year, and a strange whine sounded in the air.

The tumbling dark clouds soon turned into a huge whirlpool, just above Yong Bowen's head, covering the entire sky, like a giant's one-eyed looking down on the tiny beings.

A huge sense of oppression fell from the sky, making it almost difficult for Ye Kemo to hold himself, and his mind that had just calmed down was churning again, and the two forces trembled, as if they had met an irresistible natural enemy.

Yong Bowen slowly raised the long-distance cloth talisman gun that had suppressed the spell and aimed it at the sky.

Suddenly, a little blue and white color was revealed in the center of the vortex, as if the bleaching dye was thrown into the black water, spreading rapidly, getting bigger and bigger, in the blink of an eye, the entire vortex turned into blue and white, followed by a little golden light scattered from the central army that first revealed the blue and white, and in an instant, the light was great, the Sanskrit sound sounded in the sky, the sky was full of rain and flowers, and the fragrance was fragrant, and under the golden light, the cold and cold hell all year round was strangely warm.

The golden light spreads, dispelling the dark clouds, revealing a huge face of the Buddha that covers the sky!

"Who is the demon, dare to destroy my envoy's Dharma body!"

The sound of infinite majesty resounded through the heavens.

Ye Kemo was under the golden light, his soul was almost scattered, and he couldn't raise his head on the ground, but he heard the Yongda Heavenly Master next to him say disdainfully: "Come here again, what year is it, and pretend to be a fart Buddha, I don't know that now the banknotes are in charge, and even the Shaolin Temple is mainly to make money, who still worships you!" ”

It stands to reason that the group of mages who use spells all day long, summon gods and exorcise ghosts, should be the group of people who believe in gods and ghosts the most. But in fact, on the contrary, they have always taken the things of gods and ghosts very seriously, and it is not that I don't believe in using these things like atheists, but it is not at all like ordinary people who are afraid of a god or Buddha when they see a god or Buddha, and then bow a few times. This is the saying that distance produces beauty, and it is the same here, that is, distance produces a sense of mystery. Idlers have never seen a true god and living ghost in their lives, and they are shocked when they see it, and they don't know how to deal with it. But the mages deal with these guys almost every day, so naturally there is no mystery at all, they should be respected, they should be caught, and they should be caught, and they should do it according to the rules. It's like in ancient times, when the common people didn't have the opportunity to see the emperor, they imagined how wise and powerful the Son of Heaven was, but when the eunuchs around him mentioned the emperor, no matter how respectful they were, they would say, hey, isn't that what happened, lame and lame, and still mentally handicapped, in fact, the major policies of this country are all from the hands of our eunuchs!

Although over the years, the passage to the fairy world has been cut off, and there has been no contact with those immortals for a long time, but after all, the previous foundation is still there, and the most typical example is when Longhu Mountain was embarrassed by Yong Bowen, the first request was to serve the ghost king and the demon king, and the second was to use the three Qing immortals as a medium, all of which were used as envoys, and there was no respect at all when mentioning it.

Of course, although there is no sense of mystery, but when you really meet the main master, you have to be respectful on your face, and it is rare to scold like Yong Bowen.

Why Yong Bowen is so simply awe-inspiring, the reason is very simple, he has already seen the hand of the Wheel of Time Robbery. At that time, Yong Bowen also saw through the magic brought by the remnants of the reincarnation of the Qinglong Protector thanks to the magic brought by the remnants of the reincarnation of the Qinglong Protector, and this time he would not take it seriously if he encountered it again.

Yong Bowen looked up at the Buddha's huge face, and asked coldly: "Where did you come from, dare to pretend to be a ghost here?" "This is a real pretend, not an adjective. While he asked, he quietly operated on the yellow turban wrestler behind him, and the most clever Huang Er immediately took a few yellow turban wrestlers around him to get busy, and took out large and small parts from the box behind him and quickly assembled them.

"You demon doesn't know life or death, you dare to say such wild words, that is, when you see my Buddha's true body, you don't quickly kneel down to atone for your sins!" The Buddha was furious, opened his huge mouth, spit out a golden lotus, and smashed it straight down towards Yong Bowen.

Although the golden lotus was spit out of his mouth, he couldn't stand the Buddha's huge face, and the golden lotus that spit out was actually the size of a small mountain, inviting the wind to come, it was really as powerful as the stars falling to the ground.

This time it's going to be smashed, not to mention Yong Bowen, even if it's as strong as the Yellow Turban Lux, it has to be smashed into a photo on the spot.

But Yong Bowen was not afraid, with a wave of his big hand, more than 100 Yellow Turban wrestlers beside him took out shoulder-mounted individual bazookas from the box behind them - these are all Yong Bowen's super large size and super power for Yellow Turban Lux in Yu Chengshi Company - and fired at the golden lotus falling from the sky.

Each rocket fired had a spell effect. At the time of delivery, these rockets were blank, which was also deliberately asked by Yong Bowen to be left blank, and then painted with the corresponding spells according to his own needs.

The golden lotus was shining brightly, forming a protective shield-like ball of light on the surface, and the rocket ejected, and when it hit the ball of light, it exploded one after another, and it couldn't even touch the golden lotus itself.

But although this protective cover is strong, it can't stand the ferocity of Yong Bowen's side of the box, and the yellow turban wrestlers set up the cartridge is four consecutive shots, good guys, more than 400 rockets with a volume to catch up with small missiles fly up, even a small city can be razed to the ground, although this golden lotus looks brilliant, but after all, it is just a Xibei goods is not a real Buddha's great magical power, to put it bluntly, it is just to make the spell throw, and it can block one two ten hundreds, but these more than four hundred can't be stopped in any way, the first dozens of them burst through the protective cover, Next, more than ten of them crashed into the golden lotus, and in the booming explosion, the golden lotus was torn apart, the golden light dissipated, and it turned into broken stones, and it was smashed down in the sky.

Huang Da, who acted as a bodyguard behind Yong Bowen, immediately bent forward, opened his arms, and blocked the top of Yong Bowen's head, all the falling rocks fell on Huang Da's body, none of them could hurt Yong Bowen, and the other Yellow Turban wrecks were not afraid of these gravels, and even the main interrogation target Ye Kemo was protected for the first time, but it was the ordinary indigenous soldiers who were trapped in one place who were captured and could not run without shelter, so they were smashed in place, and more than half of them were killed on the spot.

The remaining more than 300 were unblocked, and flew directly towards the big face of the Buddha in the sky.

Although the big face is scary, it also has the advantage that you don't have to aim carefully, you can draw it casually.

The golden light in the eyes of the Buddha turned into a sharp light, shooting towards the flying rockets, the situation is like the laser missile in the movie, the rockets were shot by the golden light and exploded, for a time the roar was endless, and sparks burst into the sky, but the rocket came too quickly and too densely, and the golden light swept the circle and finally missed a dozen, all of which hit the Buddha's big face without bias.

The Buddha's face was full of flowers, and his whole face was floating endlessly, and there seemed to be a faint posture of dispersion.

Yong Bowen glanced back at Huang Erzhongli, who was busy, and saw that he had already set things up.

I saw that the thing was long and conical, with a pointed head and a round buttocks, and small wings on both sides of the buttocks, erected on a tower, with a pointed head reaching into the sky, more than ten meters long, looking like a missile from a distance, looking like a missile up close, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a missile, in fact, it is also a missile!