"This sect is really evil!"

hovering in the air, but Zhang Xuezhou still heard 'bang!' more than 80 meters below. Shhh 'Sound.

A second body was thrown.

It was still a corpse that was almost split in half, and it was difficult to have any possibility of treatment.

Even if there was reluctance in their hearts, these monks did not flee for their lives, but still rushed into the battle like moths to a flame, trying to help the Buddha.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that under the premise of being completely unsure, even if Wuchao was at risk, he would not be able to do this kind of life-filling thing.

If he wants to sacrifice his life for righteousness, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can use it on his relatives at most.

He has endured the effects of great suffering, and when faced with these things, he may even survive and take revenge.

Zhang Xuezhou pondered the thoughts in his mind, but he quickly removed this terrible thought.

For Mr. Zhang, he hopes he will never have to make that choice.

"Buddha, Mokelola has a different heart, he doesn't want to rescue you at all!"

But thoughts are ideas, and when they see these monks going into battle, they die, and what Zhang Xuezhou should do has not stopped at all.

"Honest and reliable Xiao Langjun, you bad seed, our organization shouldn't accept people like you!"

The old monk Maglora was so anxious that she stamped her foot below.

As Dharma protectors, they are willing to contribute their abilities to the Buddha, even to the point of giving their lives.

But Mokorola couldn't see the meaning of her life now.

Connecting the two corpses to verify the facts, it was not difficult for him to come to this conclusion at all.

But Zhang Xuezhou's words undoubtedly brought him disastrous consequences.

In Western religions, in addition to the constraints of religious creeds, they are carried out corresponding religious rituals, and their lives are controlled by higher authorities.

This way of controlling one's life is not obvious in normal times, after all, there is harmony and mutual assistance within the sect, no one kills people through this means of control, and the existence of the doctrine cannot be chaotic, and they themselves control others through spells, and everyone is used to receiving this kind of spell ritual.

In the event of a real war, this interconnected involvement will also allow the followers to fight bravely forward, and there is no possibility of backwards.

And this way of controlling will also motivate the people in the sect to continue to practice and climb up, and eventually become a higher level of control.

But when the need arises, this kind of clamping undoubtedly leaves no way out.

Mokorola didn't know what the Buddha was thinking, but when the Buddha was defeated by the wolf demon, he might blame him for not being able to rescue him, and dragged him with him before he died.

Rushing to kill and insert into the battle may still be alive, but if the Buddha fails, he will definitely die.

"Buddha, you wait a little, as long as I use my mana to lock him, I will definitely use the demon pestle......"

Shhh

Boom!

Perhaps it was because he felt the pressure of the Demon Pestle of the Mokorola Sacrifice, and the body of the wolf demon who was entangled with the Buddha was vertical.

The swift figure of the wind swooped by, and before Mokorola could finish her words, her body had already cracked and fell.

A heavy blow was immediately imprinted on the wolf demon.

"You are the Shigong Buddha of the Western Sect!"

The wolf demon Jiufeng's body burst back, and he couldn't help but spit out, but his words undoubtedly triggered the Buddha's repeated heavy blows.

"Damn it!"

There is no difference between the Buddha and the Holy Son, and they belong to the focus of cultivation in a large holy place.

When the two sects are at war, this is the target of the sniping.

And before the two sects have completely turned to each other, this is the object that needs to be given as much as possible to save face.

The experience of the death of the Ten Yin Holy Son of the Evil Ross River Holy Land was just two years ago, and no one's memory would be so short, and the death of the Buddha Son of the Western Sect would not be too different.

Jiufeng couldn't help but scold again and again, only to feel that his strength beyond the other party was difficult to fully develop.

But by the time he gave in slightly, he already had seven claws that had been hit hard again and again.

Intense pain came from his heart, and the ferocity flashed in his mind, his eyes quickly turned red, and the sharp claws like knives trampled on the ground like the wind, and they also slapped back wildly.

"I'm not afraid that you will go crazy, but I am afraid that you will not go crazy!"

Buddha Zi said coldly.

His body flickered back and forth with the air blasted by the claws of the Nine Winds Wolf, and the sharpness in his eyes was looking for the most vulnerable part of the other party's body.

The body of the big demon has been bathed in heavenly thunder, and it is usually not inferior to some martial artists who refine the body, and this wolf demon is obviously the best among them, and the body is difficult to be cut by his five fingers.

It was the first time that the Buddha had encountered such an opponent with a similar fighting style to himself, and even the opponent was better in some aspects, making it difficult for him to break away from the battle and hunt down the great prince of the murderous country.

"There must be something I've overlooked!"

The Buddha is not afraid of the other party's crazy killing in a short period of time, he pays more attention to the other party's madness of demons, and has lost the reason to think normally at the moment.

This is an opportunity for him to have time to investigate the weaknesses of the other party's body.

He didn't care about the escape of the prince of the murderous country at the moment.

With his current speed, as long as he does not suffer serious injuries, it will not be difficult to chase and kill the other party.

But he must solve the trouble of the wolf demon in front of him, with this kind of opponent to restrain him, he will not be able to chase the eldest prince, and he will even be killed by the other party after a long period of physical exhaustion.

He ...... He seems to have a flaw in his spells! ”

Buddha Zi thought wildly in his mind, constantly recalling everything in the battle.

In front of the stronger ones of the same style, it was difficult for him to defeat the opponent with techniques such as playing up his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses, but the Buddha finally realized that something was wrong after just ten seconds.

When Najma intervened into the battle, the wolf demon Nine Winds did not have any emotions.

When Bhadra was inserted into the battle, the wolf demon Nine Wind did not have any emotions either.

But when it was Mokorola's turn, the wolf demon Jiufeng hadn't waited for Mokorola to launch the Demon Suppression Pestle, and the other party had already taken the initiative to solve the threat outside the field.

The three bodies were almost cut into six pieces, but the deaths of the three Dharma Protector monks were not meaningless.

At least for the moment, the Buddha already knew the flaws of this opponent.

"Damn it!"

The Buddha figured out the relevance and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

In his group of protectors, Mokorola is not the strongest magician, and the stronger magician is the dragon who is good at manipulating the ghost chain.

But Long Tan Po had already been killed last night.

But as long as these three Dharma protectors were not afraid of the negative effects of the ghost chain and used the ghost chain to bind the wolf demon, this battle might not kill anyone.

But right now, the Buddha can't find any Dharma protector to help.

Obviously knowing the opponent's weakness, the opponent has obviously fallen into demon madness and temporarily lost his normal sense, but he just can't kill the other party at the moment, and he can't even get rid of the other party.

He needed a collaborator.

Even if it is only for a short period of time, causing the other party to be unable to move, he can kill the other party.

The Buddha looked at the three corpses with an anxious expression, and then looked around.

His gaze finally set high in the sky.

In that air, a cultivator with demon wings flapped his wings gently, maintaining a state of watching the play.

"Xiao Langjun, come down and help me!"

Buddha thought for a few seconds, and finally had to start calling for help from the outside.

(End of chapter)