Compared to when they left, the current courtyard can be described as a mess, at least half of the tulou has been bombed, the ten-person team and the gardener have fought, the key is that there is still a civil war between the gardeners somehow, from a distance, it looks like four or five forces are fighting.

Ling Niantian jumped onto the tree where Zhu Zhixi was hiding, "What's going on?"

"A seventh-order monk suddenly went crazy, and a gardener took the opportunity to raid him, and then another seventh-order monk fought back, and the ten-person team was affected, and the building that had been built with great difficulty also collapsed, so they fought together."

Ling Niantian was silent for a moment and told him what had just happened.

"The one who went crazy was the owner of the garden? Is he a doppelganger?"

Ling Niantian looked at the two seventh-order cultivators who were almost identical, "I'm afraid he's not the only one."

He didn't know how many people's spiritual power he had absorbed, and his body couldn't support such a huge amount of power, so he thought of a way to divide himself.

The ontological cultivation is low, but it protects him.

The ten-man team was strong and completely withstood the two seventh-order cultivators in the case of the civil war under the Mida Buddha.

The face of the mad seventh-order monk changed, and finally he directly became the appearance of the Buddha.

The gardener looked horrified and was about to run.

They can live for so long, mainly because they have been fishing in troubled waters when the two seventh-order and ten-person teams have been fighting, and now they are scared to death when they see such a terrifying scene, how can they still have the heart to stay here.

However, the Buddha made a quick move, and as soon as those people turned around, they lost their breath.

The ten-man team was also somewhat frightened, "You, who the hell are you?"

Mida Buddha had long since lost his smile, and his face was gloomy, "Come out, I know you are there."

Team of ten, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know why.

Until Ling Nian poured them out.

The ten-man team's eyes widened, just the right amount, and it was hard not to think of something.

"You're also contestants?" Absolutely, the other party has been hiding in the dark to watch them for so long, and they haven't even noticed each other's existence, what is it like, go home and farm.

Mida Buddha glanced at them, "You should be glad you didn't bring my wife with you, otherwise I would have made you live and not die."

"If you think we didn't bring your lady because we were afraid of you, then you're very wrong, or do you really think your lady doesn't know anything? You've been cultivating for so long, you're too naïve."

"Impossible! My wife doesn't know anything, she can't possibly know!"

Although the other seventh-order cultivator hadn't done anything, the overflowing aura showed that his mind was not so calm.

Ling Niantian gave the captain of the ten people a look, and the other party understood, and the twenty people shot at the same time.

It was not tricky for them to deal with the two seventh-order cultivators, and they had the upper hand in a short time, but the key demon plant was not an ordinary seventh-order cultivator, and when they thought they were about to win a big victory, the vineyard was full of wind, countless grapes rose into the sky, and a faint purple spiritual power floated out and merged into the body of the Buddha.

He was already on the verge of exhaustion, not only was his strength abundant again, but he was actually stronger than before.

On the contrary, those who have already attacked with all their strength have gradually begun to lack strength.

At this time, the five fingers of the Buddha became claws, and the other seventh-order monk paused, and the spiritual power around his body moved unsteadily, and finally flowed to the Buddha.

Late Seventh Order, Eighth Order, Middle Eighth Order.

It didn't stop until the late Eighth Order.

The steps that others can only advance for hundreds or even thousands of years, he can complete in just a few breaths.

Twenty people instantly retreated dozens of meters back.

Mida Buddha hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I'm very surprised by my strength, to be honest, I was shocked myself, but it's come to this point, I can't help it, don't blame me."

Before everyone could react to what he meant, their bodies froze, and a strange force pulled them, and their consciousness seemed to be chaotic and they couldn't break free.

The mudras of the Buddha are constantly changing, and there is no pity on their expressions when they look at the people with straight eyes.

At the beginning, he didn't think that his short life was a big deal, and he accidentally embarked on the path of cultivation just because a person passed by and accidentally sprinkled a drop of fairy dew on him, and it didn't matter how long he lived.

But after meeting his wife, he didn't think so, it didn't matter if he died, but what about her, did she live a lifetime in grief.

He began to become greedy, and even resented the man for only dropping a drop of fairy dew.

The first time he tried it, he was still scared, but then he got used to it, because he absorbed too much power, his spiritual power became less and less pure, but instead gave birth to another kind of power, allowing him to absorb the lives of others and cultivate more smoothly.

He can't fail, and he can't afford to fail.

A group of fourth-order, fifth-order, and sixth-order cultivators couldn't even fight back in front of the eighth-order.

Ling Nian pursed her lips desperately, the strength of the Mida Buddha is too strong, she has the power of words and spirits but others don't, she may not be able to hold on.

Her hands were sealed, and nineteen butterflies appeared, each of which was so vivid that it was almost impossible to tell that it was a manifestation of power.

A dozen butterflies shook their wings and listened to one on each person's shoulder.

Everyone felt that their consciousness had been pulled into the swamp, and suddenly there was a loud bang in their ears, which directly shook them awake.

Then I opened my eyes and saw the butterflies, and I was clear in an instant.

"He can't withstand such a huge amount of power, if we hold on for a while, he will explode and die." Ling Nian said.

His body was still the body of a seventh-order monk, but his strength had skyrocketed directly to the late eighth-order stage, and his body couldn't bear it.

Today's cultivators, there are too few cultivators, and most of them only focus on cultivating spiritual power, but in fact, this is not right, the body is equivalent to a container, and the container is not strong enough, but it is allowed to bear a huge amount of power, is it realistic.

This is also one of the important reasons why many monks have stagnated in their cultivation.

The expression of the Buddha was already a little painful, his brows were furrowed, and a more complicated seal was formed on his hand.

The spiritual power is surging, this is planning to kill them if they can't absorb their power?

Also, anyway, as soon as they die, the other party can divide their own strength, although they have lost these sources of strength, but they are in a bad situation.

Within a radius of several miles, the wind was chaotic, and the people in the center of the storm were even worse than death, feeling that their bodies were being pulled and pulled to the left, they were about to fall apart, and the spiritual power flowed out of the body without their control, and soon, it was difficult to even stand.

In the late stage of the Eighth Order, they were not at the same level as them at all.

"-Poof!" Someone was seriously injured and spat out a mouthful of blood, and there were fragments of internal organs inside.

With the power of words and her wings, Ling Niantian could barely stabilize her figure, but to resist, it was still too reluctant, she bit the tip of her tongue and tried her best to calm down.

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