Heads are flying all over the sky.

The heads hung in mid-air, their mouths open, spitting out streaks of blood.

For a moment, the entire Shenyao Mountain was shrouded in blood mist.

The blood mist disperses, those who touch it are injured, and those who touch it die.

Those souls continued to wail and tremble violently, and their bodies slowly faded.

In less than three minutes, more than half of the souls were all killed by the blood mist.

Liu Lang's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but gasp: "This, this blood mist is so powerful that it can even hurt the soul?" ”

Kong Yafeng's face was even more frightened, and he said in a trembling voice: "Brother Liu, I, what should we do?" ”

"What to do? Get all those heads off, of course! ”

Peanut was in the middle of the battle, and suddenly saw the head full of the sky, and saw the blood mist flying down, and immediately covered the eight-bone rosary on his body.

Unexpectedly, as soon as those blood mist touched the Sumeru Eight Bone Prayer Beads, the prayer beads actually sizzled, as if they had been burned.

Peanut's heart sank, he didn't dare to be careless, he made a move with his hand, and shouted: "Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty!" ”

Suddenly, the golden light bloomed, shrouded in the head of the peanut.

However, in the blink of an eye, those blood mist quickly broke through the golden light through countless tiny holes.

Peanut was startled, grabbed a corpse, put him on his head, and quickly ran in the direction where Liu Lang was, shouting loudly as he ran: "Master, this thing is too powerful, quickly find a way!" ”

Running back to Liu Lang's side in one breath, Peanut took back the eight-bone rosary with a gesture, looked down, and suddenly looked puzzled: "Strange? What's going on? Was this rosary so easily corroded? ”

I saw that on the surface of the Sumeru eight-bone prayer bead, countless tiny holes appeared.

The eight-bead rosary was originally black and red, showing a dark red, but at this time, under the dark red, it actually revealed diǎndiǎn yellow.

Liu Lang was also a little curious, looked down, and frowned slightly: "Peanuts, it doesn't look like they're corroded, you can try and feel it again." ”

Peanut glanced at Liu Lang suspiciously, put the rosary around his neck again, folded his hands, and escaped into the Buddha realm.

"dǐng" diǎn "小" said, .∷.os_ (); For a time, there was only a rosary in the world of peanuts, and nothing else.

"A heart of compassion, a Bodhi and a grain of sand, the eight-bone rosary is divided into eight directions, and the sound of Sumeru is turned by a thousand hammers."

Peanut was smiling at himself as if he had seen another version of himself.

Peanut was a little curious, "Who are you?" ”

Another little monk replied, "Am I you?" ”

"What, you are me, and who am I?"

"Hehe, you're just an empty shell."

"Fart, I'm Peanut! You're the empty shell. ”

Peanut was furious, grabbed in the void, and tried to grab the eight-bone rosary, but he didn't catch anything.

Unexpectedly, the other little monk smiled slightly and spread his hands, "Look, what is this?" ”

In the palm of the little monk's hand, there was a string of prayer beads.

The string of rosaries is exactly what the eight-bone rosary looks like.

Peanut was stunned: "What are you holding in your hand?" Why is it so similar to my Sumeru eight-bone rosary? But, but, yet so small? ”

"Is this rosary yours?"

The little monk did not answer the question.

Peanut said angrily: "Nonsense, you give it back to me!" ”

As he spoke, Peanut pounced forward again, trying to snatch the rosary back.

However, this time, he went directly through the little monk and pounced behind the little monk.

Peanut turned his head, touched his head, and still looked unconvinced: "Who are you?" What do you want? ”

"Hehe, I said, I'm you!"

The little monk raised his hand.

The string of Buddhist beads in his hand floated towards the peanut, suddenly became larger, and happened to be set around the peanut's neck.

Peanut was overjoyed and grabbed the rosary, for fear of being snatched away by the little monk again.

The little monk looked at the peanut and asked, "Don't you understand?" ”

Peanut was stunned: "What do you understand?" ”

"I am you, you are me."

Peanut touched his head and said to himself: "I am you, you are me?" ”

Peanut opened his eyes violently and laughed: "You are this string of prayer beads, trying to fool me?" Haha, good for you rosary! I was born a little goblin, and I became a little monk, and there is nowhere in the world, where can you and me! ”

After laughing, Peanut pulled the rosary over, threw it into the air, and laughed loudly: "Go!" ”

The rosary spread out and flew towards the dense head.

This time, Peanut smiled, as if he had realized it, and glanced at Liu Lang: "Master, this rosary can't bear the loneliness." ”

Liu Lang was silent, narrowed his eyes, and looked up at the string of eight-bone prayer beads.

The eight rosaries looked like ordinary beads, and no golden light was released, but they were like eight bullets, frantically scurrying between those heads.

For a while, the smell of blood spread rapidly.

And the head that was pierced by each Sumeru eight-bone rosary would ignite a raging fire, burning in the blink of an eye.

Those eight-bone rosaries, every time they come out of a head, the dark red on the surface fades a little.

Seeing this, the smile on Liu Lang's face became stronger and stronger, and he said to himself: "It's really powerful, it seems that this is the original power of the real eight-bone rosary." ”

Lifting his own immortals, Liu Lang couldn't help but become more and more urgent: "It seems that the old guy Jiuxian, the weapons he refines need to be developed by himself." ”

The heads of those head-lowering techniques are rich in blood and qi, and there are dozens of people on one dǐng, raising eight-bone prayer beads.

And this immortal slash, I don't know what he needs to raise?

Liu Lang smiled and suddenly looked forward to it.

Kong Yafeng was shocked again, staring at the scene in mid-air in amazement, like watching a science fiction blockbuster.

The soul was killed and scattered, but the appearance of the eight-bone rosary quickly reversed the decline.

Above the main hall, Yu Bu was even more incredulous, and he couldn't believe his eyes at all.

"W-How is this possible? I used the Hundred Flowers Head Lowering Technique refined by seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven women, how could it be cracked so quickly? ”

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Haha, how could it be! ”

Yu Bu's body was shaking, and his head was laughing.

On Yu Bu's head, the hair and beard slowly turned red, and even the skin reflected blood red.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Yu Bu's head became more and more hideous, and a diǎndiǎn floated towards the outside of the main hall.

However, at this time, the anomaly rose sharply.

Tang Xiaodi, who was originally in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes, and those eyes were all blood.

"Soul Reversal!"

Tang Xiaodi suddenly let out a low roar, turned around and ran towards Yu Bu's body above the main hall, and hugged Yu Bu's body.

The head-lowering technique can be described as the most evil spell in the world, especially the flying down.

Once you fly down, it's hard to match.

However, once the body of the flying head is controlled, all the power of the flying will be limited.