It was a giant three meters tall.

With an octagonal crown on his head, he is dressed in a colorful feather coat and has four arms, holding a flute in one hand, a sword in the other, and a harp in the other.

I saw that this giant had a face like a full moon, his eyes were narrow, his expression was kind, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and he played the harp lightly, with a very peaceful expression.

Colored light faintly flashed from behind the giant, and it set off the giant's true god.

This bright thought is simply brilliant.

So much so that Yong Bowen couldn't help but want to cheer.

Although he doesn't know much, Yong Bowen is also a genuine mage after all, even if he is self-taught, but there are not a few related classics, especially Buddhism, although Buddhism and Taoism have not been very good, but as one of the most important religions in the world, there is a strange tantric relationship, and there are many books left by Yong Hansheng to introduce Buddhism-related knowledge. When Yong Bowen came into contact with these classics at the beginning of the year, he was still young, and the Ai family and his wife did not approve of him learning spells and did not give any guidance, so they read it all out of interest, this child's interest is interesting and fun, so at the beginning, he didn't read those talismans and spells, but only picked those religious histories as storybooks, but also really memorized a lot of content.

This appearance of the giant is the classic image of Qianmin Po in the classic Tianlong Babu.

If you want to talk about Qianminpo, not many people know about it, but when you want to talk about Feitian, there are probably very few people who have never heard of it.

This goddess is the god of happiness in Buddhism and a symbol of joy and auspiciousness. Most of the time it is described as a girlish figure, with a plump body, flying streamers, and floating in the air, extremely graceful. But in fact, there are men and women, and in the earliest sources, these Qianyan women are all pure masters, eating wine and meat, only looking for aroma as nourishment.

However, Yong Bowen also praised it vividly, when he fought hard at the airport with the Venerable Quartet, he had even seen the Buddha, and he was not afraid to flatten it. Not to mention that this is just the image of the demon monk of the Wheel of Time Tribulation, even if it is a real Qianfu Po, one of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, as long as he dares to stand on the side of the Wheel of Time Tribulation, he will dare to go up and fight.

I saw that the Qianmin woman played the harp in her arms lightly, and her tone fluctuated with the music, as if singing: "I have the Buddha's light to protect my body, how can such demonic techniques hurt me?" The Great Heavenly Master was originally a descendant of the Northern Sect of the Heavenly Master, and he was born in the righteous path, but it was a pity to fall into this evil demon outer path technique, but it was a pity and a pity, so it was better to wake up as soon as possible and turn back! ”

"Back to your sister!" Yong Bowen raised his middle finger at the Qianyan woman and shouted: "Give me a life that he can't take care of!" ”

The hundreds of Yellow Turban wrestlers who were eyeing each other—except for the few guarding the captives—all swooped down, showing their skills and unceremoniously besieging them.

Qian's body was full of golden light, thousands of rays of light shot in all directions like sharp arrows, and several yellow turban wrestlers who rushed to the front ate the light, and when they landed, they were like thin and vulnerable paper figures, and they were shot into thousands of holes in an instant, and they were not much better than sifting out, and there were two unlucky ones, who were coincidentally hit at the core of the drive, and even the demon spirits inside were smashed together.

"I have the Buddha's light to protect my body, how dare the evil demons approach me!" Qian's long and narrow eyes were as wide as copper bells, and she shouted loudly: "Master Yongda, it's not easy for me to train these puppets for you, so don't take them down quickly!" ”

Yong Bowen unhurriedly released more than 100 yellow turban wrestlers from the tablet! These are his last means of pressing the bottom of the box, I don't believe that the so-called Qianmin Po conjured up by the demon monk of the reincarnation robbery at this time really has such magical powers, and even the siege of more than 200 Yellow Turban wrestlers can be settled, if he really wants this means, then everyone doesn't have to fight, Yongda Heavenly Master will definitely turn around and leave without saying a word. Just kidding, these are made by the spirit of the big demon spirit, and they are equipped with the most advanced and powerful magic weapons, that is, if Yong Bowen himself is surrounded, he will not be able to get out, if the demon monk can be settled, it means that he is by no means able to deal with Yong Bowen's level. Yong Bowen is going to leave it right away and wait for the future to be useful.

These more than 200 yellow turban wrestlers took out any of them, and they were far more than ten meters higher than the so-called giant of Qianminpo, and rushed up and around them from all directions.

Yong Bowen stepped back a little farther, stretched his neck to look, at the beginning he could vaguely see the golden light shooting out, and he could also hear the singing-like voice of Qianmin Po continuing to come out, what "I am the musician under the Buddha's seat", "I have the Buddha's light to protect the body", "The Buddha gave me the holy seal" and the like, and then the sound was endless, crackling, and these sounds gradually disappeared in the chaos. Yong Bowen couldn't see the situation inside, and was a little anxious for a while, so he simply unfolded a thousand souls and flew into the air to watch from above, but when he flew up, he found that several yellow turban wrestlers at the core were bent down and lowered their heads to gather together, and the posture was like a bunch of little children gathered together to watch the ants move, covered tightly, and nothing could be seen. However, the crackling sound was much quieter, except for some crackling sounds, as if meat was being smashed on a cutting board, and there was a relatively faint scream in between.

Just as he was looking at the mouth for some reason, he saw the yellow turban wrestlers gathered suddenly disperse and retreat backwards, revealing a circle in the center.

In the middle of the circle lay a black and bloody mass of minced flesh, but there was no trace of Qianyapo.

Yong Bowen didn't know why, and because of his myopia, he couldn't see clearly, so he descended from the sky, and when he got closer, he saw that the lump of minced flesh turned out to be a person.

Although he was just lying on the ground, with his buttocks and his back facing the sky, he couldn't see clearly, but just one back had already revealed enough misery. The man was covered in charred black, like a roasted steak, and the slag fell straight down, which obviously could not have been made by the Yellow Turban wrestlers. When they first started, the Yellow Turban wrestlers did not use weapons of mass destruction such as flame cylinders, but mainly relied on their own skills and some light weapons, so they could not fight with this kind of baking effect, the only explanation is that this person was blown up by the missile of Yongda Heavenly Master just now, and he can still insist on fighting when he is so seriously injured, which is really admirable.

If you change to some chivalrous characters, maybe you will give a thumbs up, praise you are really a warrior and loyal minister, and most of them will arrange for someone to properly seek treatment and give another chance or something.

But when it comes to Yong Bowen, the meaning has changed.

Nima's, it's all burned to a very ripe level, and if you don't hurry up, you can run away wherever you want, and you actually jump down and fight with me, you just don't know whether you live or die, and you think I'm a good bully, isn't it?

The scorching was not its worst injury.

The man's limbs were unnaturally twisted, or at least a comminuted fracture, and it remains to be said whether he can be cured in the future.

He lay there, vomiting blood one after another, and he didn't know how many injuries his internal organs were, but with a mage who could reach the point where this kind of blood was spurting, if he were an ordinary person, he would basically die a long time ago.

Master Yongda ordered that all the Yellow Turban wrestlers strictly implement it, saying that if he can't take care of himself, he will definitely fight until he can't take care of himself. But this task is really not easy to do, although it is said that all the Yellow Turban wrestlers were all experienced demons in a hundred battles before their deaths, but now after all, their intelligence is limited, and the gap between the two is too big, this is not a heavy fight, it is really difficult for all the wrestlers, otherwise it would not have taken so long.

I'm the dividing line that disappears on the day off*****************************

Recently, there are a lot of things at home, and it doesn't affect the code words at night when I usually go to work, but when I get to the weekend, I have no time to write.