An Zheng stretched his hand out of the square he was on, only to appear in a square at least two meters away from him. An Zheng, who looked like he had been dismembered, was still laughing, looked at the reclining Buddha and said with a smile: "No wonder you think it's fun, it's really fun." ”

The reclining Buddha's face had changed.

"You...... Why don't you die?"

He was very serious about the fight.

An Zheng shook his head: "It's strange, why don't I die?"

The reclining Buddha's face became tangled, and he discussed with An Zheng more seriously: "Is it okay for you to die?" ”

An Zheng said: "What you said is not quite right, death is not a sudden death, if you can die a death, I don't mind dying for you." Or if you die, show me. ”

Seeing the reclining Buddha's expression, he was almost about to cry: "You are unreasonable, you deserve to die." ”

An Zheng encouraged: "You try again?"

The reclining Buddha nodded: "I'll try again." ”

He moved the squares faster with his hands, and the tearing force from the space and the superposition of the space became more and more intense. Being able to move the space and overlap and friction itself is already a very perverted thing, and it is even more perverted that An Zheng looks like there is no problem in such a huge tearing force.

The reclining Buddha seems to have been forced out of anger, and as the movement of his hands gets faster and faster, the squares become smaller and smaller. What was originally a square of about ten meters suddenly became even more differentiated, becoming two meters one, then one meter each, and then half a meter one.

The world is made up of many squares of half a meter, which is even more terrifying. If it was said that An Zheng endured the tearing power of spatial superposition before, then now An Zheng endured more violently. Half a meter is a square, which can already separate An Zheng's body.

An Zheng finally didn't stand there and didn't move: "This is not good, I may see my crotch as soon as I look up like this." ”

The reclining Buddha actually laughed: "Can you fucking be serious, you still have the heart to joke in this situation." ”

An Zheng said: "For the vast majority of cultivators in this world, and even in the entire cultivation world, your exercises are a loophole-like existence. No one can resist this space-tearing force, and you are already on the side of victory. However, for you, I am the loophole of your exercise...... If your power were stronger, you could have cut me open, but not now. ”

An Zheng suddenly took a step back to the ground, and as he moved, the place he had just been had become many smaller styles, and if he hadn't moved, he would have been torn apart by now. Perhaps, as An Zheng said, he would look up and see his crotch.

"How did you get out?"

The reclining Buddha subconsciously stopped moving the squares.

"Because I'm a few seconds faster than you. ”

At this time, the reclining Buddha noticed that An Zheng's right eye was closed at some point, and there were three dark purple stars in his open left eye that were rapidly rotating. Because the speed of rotation is too fast, a purple circle of light has formed.

"When?"

The reclining Buddha obviously froze for a moment, then turned around and left: "Come and help me, let's go quickly." ”

The men he brought with him didn't know what was going on, only to see that the Buddha Sect himself had given up and continued to fight. From the perspective of other people, the reclining Buddha has completely the upper hand, and it is difficult for them to understand that he suddenly turns around and runs away without fighting.

"He's a pervert, I can't beat him. ”

When the reclining Buddha ran up, the pile of meat trembled layer by layer, which was very layered.

An Zheng: "You're really too lazy, it's not good." ”

In the next second, at the moment when the reclining Buddha was about to board the sedan chair and run away, he suddenly stopped. Because he saw An Zheng sitting on the sedan chair, looking at him and laughing.

"I can't beat you, I've already thrown in the towel. ”

"Is it a battle between you and me for the purpose of winning or losing?"

"Why can't it be?"

The reclining Buddha said very scoundrelly, "Didn't I fail to beat you?" ”

An Zheng said seriously: "If you have the upper hand now, you will definitely not say that this is a fight for the purpose of winning or losing, but for the purpose of life and death." You're here to kill me, so can you show some of the demeanor of a master?"

Reclining Buddha: "If you want a fart demeanor, it's important to be able to run." ”

"How are you going to run?"

"You know what?"

The reclining Buddha looked into An Zheng's eyes and said, "I've always been afraid of death, so the purpose of my initial study of the space cultivation exercises was to protect myself, and it was for escape. ”

His hand pointed to the left, and a boxy black hole appeared in the space to the left. When An Zheng looked over there, the reclining Buddha suddenly rushed to the right. The space to his right seemed to open a door, and the reclining Buddha flashed into the door. About a few hundred meters away, a boxy hole appeared in the space, and the reclining Buddha came out of it, and actually made a grimace towards An Zheng: "You can't kill me, I'll think about how to kill you when I go back." ”

An Zheng actually found that this person was a little cheap in his bones.

As soon as the reclining Buddha stretched out his hand again, a hole appeared behind him, and he stepped back in, and when he reappeared the next second, he was already on the distant city wall. He can open up a space to walk through at will, and then appear wherever he wants.

An Zheng couldn't help but sigh: "With such a ability, you actually escaped like this?"

The reclining Buddha did escape, and he did not regret it at all.

When he returned to the palace of Jinling City, his face was still a little pale, he was really afraid of death, and he felt that An Zheng had a certain certainty that he could kill himself. When he was sure, he didn't have any desire to fight any more.

He was walking forward with a heavy heart, when suddenly someone stopped him in front of him. He paused for a moment, and then found that the person who stopped him was the most important person named Seventh Uncle in front of the Holy Queen.

The eldest grandson, the Holy Queen, was standing not far away, her face a little unsightly.

"How?"

Uncle Seven asked.

Reclining Buddha shook his head: "I ran away." ”

"You can't kill him?"

"Can't be killed. ”

"In this world, you may not be first-class in terms of realm, but few of you are as good as you in terms of killing people. The reason why His Majesty used you so much in the first place, and even Fang Zheng could give up and not give up on you, was because His Majesty knew that you were more useful. But now, you're running away without a fight. ”

The Reclining Buddha said incredulously: "Flee without a fight? You didn't mean this time, it should be next time." My spatial power is indeed very powerful, I know it very well. But An Zheng can predict my next move a few seconds in advance, how do I fight? He can predict the space I want to move, if I hadn't retreated fast enough, I might have died under the city walls. ”

The face of the eldest grandson Shenghou changed: "Time?"

"Time!"

The reclining Buddha said with certainty: "It is the power of time." ”

Uncle Seven was silent for a while and then said, "It's only a few seconds of prediction, it's okay." ”

"You know. ”

The reclining Buddha spoke without giving the seventh uncle any face: "In a few seconds, it is already an unbridgeable gap." ”

The eldest grandson waved his hand: "You stand down, the seventh uncle said that it was okay for a few seconds, but it was okay." went to guard His Majesty's retreat, and it seems that he can't count on any of the people he uses. ”

"Uncle Seven, you can go, are you sure?"

Uncle Seven pondered for a while and nodded: "If it's really only a few seconds, I should be seventy percent sure of killing him." ”

The eldest grandson asked, "Where do you get it?"

Uncle Qi said: "Speed is the only thing that affects time. When the speed reaches a certain point, time is changed. He could have predicted a few seconds in the future, but if I was fast enough, I could make up for those few seconds. ”

"Go ahead. ”

The eldest grandson turned around and walked back: "Even if Chen Wunuo has a thousand wrongs and mistakes, he is still a holy emperor. Even though I was disappointed in him, I was still his wife. I am still the queen of this Daxi, I can't let him fall, I can't let Daxi fall. ”

Uncle Seven hummed and turned to leave.

After leaving the palace, the reclining Buddha walked all the way to the temple, and there was no one around to help him, so it became extremely difficult for him to go back. As he walked, he scolded the streets, scolded Anzheng, scolded very ugly, and scolded all the vicious words he had mastered in his life. It was then that he noticed a carriage parked on the side of the street, and he immediately became overjoyed.

"It doesn't seem so unlucky. ”

He sat down in the carriage and waved his hand: "Go to the Templar." ”

"Your Excellency, you ...... You have to pay the fare. ”

"Do you know who I am?"

Reclining Buddha was angry after a pause: "You actually ask me for a fare?"

He wanted to kill this blind driver, but after thinking that he couldn't catch the car, he gave up. After a moment of silence, he pulled out a silver ticket from his cuff and threw it on the carriage: "It's enough for you to live a lifetime, hurry up." ”

The coachman turned around and took off his straw hat: "The fare I want is not money." ”

The reclining Buddha suddenly flipped backwards: "Fuck-you-mom...... There is no end. ”

He was really fat and really weak, but when he turned it back just now, it was almost to the extreme. He was no longer bulky, as light as a ball of cotton wool, and he fell to the ground and turned and ran.

The coachman threw the straw hat out, flashed in front of the reclining Buddha, and slammed his fist into the reclining Buddha's chest.

The reclining Buddha did not avoid it this time, and pushed forward his stomach. His belly was so big that the fat moved like layers of water. When he pushed forward his stomach, he shook all the fat on his stomach and blocked the punch just right. The fist smashed on the fat meat, and then the fist was engulfed.

"Do you really think this fat body is a burden?"

The reclining Buddha laughed, because his fat had consumed all the power of his fist, and the fist had sunk into the fat, and now he couldn't pull out his fist even if he wanted to.

"Everything I do has a purpose, and none of my pieces of meat are useful. ”

The reclining Buddha slashed horizontally at the throat of the coachman in front of him.

"You deceived people so much that I had to kill you. ”

The palm knife swept, and the coachman's fist was sucked and couldn't be withdrawn, so this knife would not be missed. Then, indeed, there was no cut. Because the fist trapped in the pile of meat exploded a purple sun, directly scorching that layer of meat.

An Zheng suddenly moved, blocking the left, and the door of space opened by the reclining Buddha was blocked by him. Then the reclining Buddha changed direction, and An Zheng moved again, blocking again. No matter which way the reclining Buddha opened the door, An Zheng would block him one second earlier.

The reclining Buddha was a little desperate.

"Why?"

He asked.

An Zheng replied seriously: "Because I think that if I don't kill you, you may have the opportunity to kill me in the future." ”

He laughed the same as the bad guys: "This reason, before you should have died." ”

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