Chapter 339: Qingyuan passed away

"Amitabha, evil animal, Hugh is rampant." Looking at the terrifying giant tail that came from the top, Qingyuan shouted violently, and condensed four white flowers and struck upwards one after another. The monster's giant tail was too lethal, and he had to be careful not to capsize in the gutter.

"Snort-sneer-sneer"

Surprisingly, in front of the giant tail's solid leather armor, the boyadhara flower also encountered obstacles for the first time. With four piercing snorts, the rapidly rotating white flowers were swept away by the long tail and disappeared. And the speed of the giant tail still did not decrease at all, and it ran towards the Qingyuan monk fiercely.

"Whew, life potions—all open." Finding that the ability was useless, Monk Qingyuan immediately raised his hands and prepared for the bombardment. At the same time, he let out a loud cry and used his dark energy to crush a blue pill hidden deep in his body. At such a time, he must fully activate the power of the life potion.

"Boom"

The giant tail and the palms touched, and suddenly there was a loud sound comparable to thunder. Then, the hard concrete floor began to crack and crumble, and a huge round crater about ten meters in diameter appeared where the two met. And in the center of the round pit is the Qingyuan monk with a red face and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"Human, your strength is very good..."After retracting the giant tail, the three-headed dog did not attack again, but said in an indifferent voice: "Although your current strength is obtained by relying on potions and secret methods, but in any case, your strength can barely reach the level of our Atlantis adulthood. So, don't hold your hands and fight me well. Perhaps because Qingyuan's strength has reached its recognition standard, although the three-headed dog's voice is still arrogant and indifferent at this time, the meaning of disdain and joke has long disappeared unconsciously.

"Such as... You... Place... Sincere! Slowly standing up straight, Monk Qingyuan replied with difficulty. At this time, the blood flow rate in his body had reached its limit, and the sharp pain from the tearing of the meridians made him almost unable to stand. Fortunately, just as he was crumbling, the life potion that had shattered all over his body finally began to melt completely. As the elixir powder melted, streams of azure light suddenly burst out from Monk Qingyuan's body, reflecting his body transparently.

"Amitabha, it turns out that this is life." Feeling the surging vitality infused into the whole body, the monk Qingyuan announced a Buddha name with understanding. Under the continuous reflection of the blue mang, his body began to regain its youth rapidly. The white eyebrows turned black, the wrinkles faded, and even the bare top of the head began to emerge thick and silky black hair. As the blue mangs gradually faded, the figure of the Qingyuan monk gradually became clear. Soon, a dashing man with a face like a crown of jade and eyes like a star appeared in the center of Lan Mang.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Lao Wei to be able to see his young appearance before he died." After picking up a piece of metal the size of a door panel from the ground, Qingyuan finally saw his current appearance clearly. Then he smiled and said, "Thank you for giving me so much time, now, let's have a good fight." To die at the hands of a strong man like you may not be a bad thing for me. With that, he slammed his foot on the ground, and his body was like lightning, shooting at the three-headed dog ten meters away.

"Come on, human."

Looking at the Qingyuan monk who appeared in front of him in an instant, the three-headed dog suddenly opened his big mouth and spit out three beams of light and shot forward.

"Bbayadhara flowers!" Facing the three beams of light that hit him, Qingyuan condensed a white flower unhurriedly, and then held it in his hand as a shield to meet the beam.

"Hum!"

After using the white flower to offset the beam, Monk Qingyuan suddenly opened his mouth and whispered.

Although there was only one word, it kept ringing in the ears of the three-headed dog like a bell ringing in the valley. Then, a feeling of drowsiness caged the three-headed dog, causing its originally round pupils to slowly squint.

"Boom"

Just when the three-headed dog was drowsy, Monk Qingyuan once again condensed two white flowers from his hand, and then threw them at the head in the middle of the three-headed dog. With two soft sounds, two large holes were directly torn open in the neck of the central dog's head, and then, a sticky white liquid began to gush out from the wound on the three-headed dog's neck.

"Roar, what kind of strange sound is this, even I can be hypnotized, damn it!" Feeling the sharp pain coming from his neck, the three-headed dog's originally slightly narrowed pupils suddenly dilated, and then the two huge front paws raised and pressed towards Monk Qingyuan.

"Well!"

Looking at the two giant claws that pounced on him, Monk Qingyuan spit out a syllable unhurriedly. Subsequently, the three-headed dog, which was originally angry, seemed to have suddenly calmed down its anger, although the attack did not stop, but the speed of running towards Qingyuan was greatly slowed down. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Monk Qingyuan hurriedly took three steps back in a row, dodging the attack of the giant claw.

"Ni!"

Avoiding the giant claw, Monk Qingyuan let out a clear sound again. As soon as this sound came out, it was like thousands of people scolding in the mind of the three-headed dog, which made it full of distractions and worries, and it was impossible to gather the energy to consider the matter of dealing with the enemy. Even its movements began to become sluggish and slow.

"Boom"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Monk Qingyuan once again condensed three white strange flowers and struck at the wound on the neck of the three-headed dog that had not yet fully healed. With three soft sounds, the half-healed wound on the neck of the three-headed dog was wounded again, and it became even more hideous and terrifying.

"Horn (bei)!" After severely injuring the three-headed dog, Monk Qingyuan's attack did not stop, but became more aggressive. I saw that he opened his mouth again while swinging the white flower and hitting the three-headed dog, and let out a clear whistle.

"Roar - what the hell is this? It hurts me! The three-headed dog felt like a cow or sheep slaughtered by a butcher's knife, suffering severe pain again and again. The sharp pain that came in cascading waves, like a tidal wave, completely submerged its reason. It didn't expect that a bed bug that it could easily pinch to death would actually cause it such heavy damage.

"Poof!" After launching several attacks in a row, Qingyuan spurted out a mouthful of blood. Using the lion's roar to perform the six-character mantra of Buddhism, even with his current physique and strength, it is still a little unsupportable.

"Roar - I'm going to kill you!" Taking advantage of Qingyuan's vomiting of blood, the three-headed dog finally woke up from the effect of the six-character mantra, and then roared violently, aiming the golden horn above his head at the Qingyuan monk.

"Not good!" Recalling the scene when the Beyedra flower was destroyed in an instant just now, Monk Qingyuan's face turned to the side, and he immediately rolled sideways and avoided it to the right. However, his speed was still a little slower, and although the white glow from the left and middle horns of the three-headed dog did not hurt him, the light from the right head really pierced his body.

"Mi (mei)!"

Pierced by the light, Monk Qingyuan spat out a mouthful of blood again. Then, ignoring the bleeding wounds on his body, he opened his mouth again and shouted.

As the sound gushed out, the three-headed dog entered a hypnotic state again. The white rays that had gathered on its horns also began to slowly disperse. Then, an extremely intense feeling of hunger and thirst suddenly welled up in the heart of the three-headed dog, making it hungry, but it could not eat anything. An indescribable sense of contradiction confused its thoughts.

"Evil animal, even if the old man fights to die today, he will pull you on the road." Enduring the constant sharp pain in his chest, Monk Qingyuan was lucky again, and spit out the blood and the last word of the six-character mantra out of his mouth together.

"Hong!"

The last mantra sounded, and there was silence, as if all voices were subservient to this small syllable. Under the silence, the three-headed dog, who had been deep in hunger, suddenly felt a creepy danger. Then, an incomparably sharp pain like a sea of ice blades and fire completely drowned out the only trace of reason that the three-headed dog had left.

"Roar-roar!"

The pain caused by the six-character mantra was like a slicing of flesh with an ice blade and a stream of flames burning the body, causing the three-headed dog to enter a state of complete madness. I saw it roaring wildly while waving its body and attacking indiscriminately. With a loud roar, the already mutilated walls and watchtowers were all crushed under the attack of the three-headed dog.

"Poof—my Buddha is merciful, help me get rid of demons!" Condensing the last trace of strength in his palms, the Qingyuan monk pounced fiercely on the three-headed dog who was tormented by pain. Then, he opened his two palms and smashed the middle and right heads of the three-headed dog respectively, but at this moment, the two front paws of the three-headed dog also grabbed the chest of the Qingyuan monk. With a muffled sound like leather tearing, Monk Qingyuan was directly pounced on by the dog's paws, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Amitabha, the old man's hundred years of life have finally come to an end. Oh, good, good. Lying on the ground, Monk Qingyuan looked at his bleeding chest, not only did not let it be sad, but laughed with relief on his face. Then, he closed his eyes slightly, and gently recited the Zen words of a friend before he died.

"Sitting and reading the Five Emperors and Four Dynasties, I don't realize the vicissitudes of life a few times, and I have suffered nine tribulations and ten difficulties, and I know that the world is impermanent."

After reciting silently a few times, Monk Qingyuan's voice began to get smaller and smaller, and finally it was inaudible and gradually faded. And his body instantly contracted and cracked as if it had been drained, and then gradually collapsed, turning into a cloud of white ash and going away with the wind.

A generation of monks, in the end, in this zombie-infested last days, made the last contribution to mankind with their meager strength.