In the wilderness, as the Buddha muttered and chanted, a pill like a ruby was stuffed into Zhang Xuezhou's mouth.

The huge blood qi suddenly enveloped the body, and countless whispers whispered in the ears, letting out bursts of life-threatening shouts.

But in the scriptures recited by the Buddha, these whispers eventually disappeared, leaving only the huge amount of qi and blood in the body to continue to flow.

As the body recovered, one after another too halal techniques continued to fall.

After every thirty rounds of application, a fruit was also stuffed into Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, accompanied by the Buddha's muttered recitation.

"The Sumeru fruit can quickly replenish mana, but it must not be consumed more than three times a day!"

"This fruit is of a slightly lower effect on me, I didn't expect it to be able to replenish your mana to the fullest!"

"I'm not despising you for your poor cultivation!"

"I'm just telling the truth!"

In Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, from time to time came the Buddha's difficult words, and from time to time Zhang Xuezhou lazily responded.

He reached out and cast a spell.

The three-level Tai Qing Halal technique obviously couldn't restore the body of the Buddha.

This made Zhang Xuezhou can only exchange the quantity for qualitative change.

This is Zhang Xuezhou's most useful technique at present, and he can use it from time to time.

But today, Zhang Xuezhou also began to find that Tai Halal was gradually unable to keep up with the pace of his own pursuit.

The state of the Buddha's body being seriously injured may correspond to the evil consequences that may arise from the mutual struggle between great cultivators.

But if Zhang Xuezhou's body is broken to this extent, even if he still has a breath, Zhang Xuezhou can't rely on Tai Halal to save his life.

"It's a pity I can't go back!"

Thinking that he was now in the country of the Dayue Clan, and he didn't know how far away he was from the Han Kingdom, Zhang Xuezhou had to stop thinking stupidly.

"Where did you learn your art?"

"I very, very much want to learn from the Sect!"

"Don't worry, it's paid!"

Compared with asking Zhang Xuezhou before, the Buddha has learned the way to negotiate.

"When you step into the fourth realm, you will inevitably need to strengthen your divine sense, and it just so happens that I know that there are several places where there are great medicines that have the effect of strengthening your divine sense, after all, I also have needs, we can go together," the Buddha said sincerely.

"Coincidentally, I also know that there are several places where this kind of medicine is available," Zhang Xuezhou said equally sincerely.

"Is your master so taboo?" Buddha Zi Dao.

"It's not taboo, it's just that you can't go!" Zhang Xuezhou refused.

"There is no place in this world where we Western Sects can't go!"

"In the cold pool of the Holy Land of the Evil Ross River, you can go inside to learn a scale and a half claw!"

……

Zhang Xuezhou's response made the Buddha fall silent.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Western Sect, there was a shortage of manpower, and in order to set up the scene, the two sect leaders caught a lot of big demons to fill up the numbers.

Among the many holy places, the Evil Ross River Holy Land, which houses monsters, almost didn't point its nose at the Western Sect.

The Buddha can be courteous in many places, but this does not include demon territory such as the Evil Ross River Holy Land.

"Is what you're saying true?" The Buddha was suspicious.

"Do you think that the demonic power in my body grew out of me inexplicably," Zhang Xuezhou replied.

"But if you're from that kind of place, how can you ...... cultivate?"

"It's almost almost, it's not a big deal, besides, I'm at least alive if my cultivation is poor, and if you cultivate high, you may not be able to live!"

Zhang Xuezhou reminded him, and the Buddha suddenly felt terrible, and had to start telling Zhang Xuezhou that he needed to treat his body well.

"You have to do your best!"

The Buddha has a great medicine to restore qi and blood, and a great medicine to restore mana, but the Buddha has no ability to restore his almost cracked body.

In terms of healing and recovering for the body, he could only temporarily borrow the technique released by Zhang Xuezhou.

However, although Zhang Xuezhou is extremely proficient in spellcasting, the level of spells is poor, and the opponent's cultivation is limited, so it is difficult to recover the Buddha's body in a short time.

This made the Buddha a little regretful.

"I am very dedicated and trying," Zhang Xuezhou said: "But I have a sleeping problem, and I will definitely sleep when the time comes, and I can't get up at night to give you a make-up operation to prevent the injury from worsening." ”

"I'm willing to pay!" Buddha Zi Dao.

"It's not a matter of compensation, it's really impossible for me to do it," Zhang Xuezhou said, "And we have to find a safe place to settle down as soon as possible, so as not to be searched." ”

"There is a stone cave ten miles to the west, which is covered by water and grass, and cannot be seen from the sky, and it is difficult to search on the ground, so we can take refuge there temporarily," the Buddha said.

"Do you know of such a secret place?"

"Because we used to live in a cave over there."

Zhang Xuezhou gave advice, and then gave up the casting of the Taiqing Technique, and let the Buddha manipulate the body to carry the severely injured body.

The most serious part of the Buddha's physical injuries has been temporarily treated, and he has survived for the time being, and the current serious matter is to seek a place to stay, and then to other controversial places.

The Buddha picked up his body, and he looked around with a frown.

Corpses, embers, temples, lack of master's magic weapons, eighteen dragon-descending stakes that are difficult to recover.

Everywhere is ruin, ruined, and dead......

The Buddha stood up, and his mind couldn't help but be a little trance-like.

Once the generals succeeded, the exploits of the generals were piled up with the lives of the sergeants.

Everyone was cheering for the general's victory, but no one remembered what the name of the sergeant had lost his life.

The same is true in Western religions, where no one and no one will remember these dead Dharma Protectors.

But the Buddha's protectors and monks are all dead, he has not yet achieved success, his cultivation will inevitably fall, and even he may still be difficult to resist the possibility of death.

Many things are not going the same way as you imagined.

There is no chance mentioned by the Master.

His cultivation has never improved, and his supernatural powers have never eliminated hidden dangers.

Like a general who lost a battle, he eventually became a defeated Buddha.

The Buddha can only be glad that he is not in the Western religion at this time, otherwise there will be many people who will pay attention, and even encounter ridicule and blows, and finally move out of the ranks of the Buddha.

He now has the freedom to move and think about what he needs.

Obviously, the most important issue for him at the moment is survival.

Whether it is chasing soldiers, or Zhang Xuezhou mentioning that he must fall asleep at night and cannot be treated, this is a test of life and death for him.

He staggered, holding his body and walking away, leaving the temple where he had lived for three years.

"Do you really have to sleep at night?"

On the way, the Buddha sought to determine the relevant matters.

"That's right, it's necessary," Zhang Xuezhou responded: "I slept under the bed in your temple all night last night!" ”

"No wonder your senior brother didn't take you with him when he ran," Buddha said.

"I'm just a burden, I'm used to it!"

Zhang Xuezhou sighed.

This made the Buddha inevitably feel a little sympathy.

For him, who has been badly injured, he is also a burden at the moment.

He and Zhang Xuezhou sympathized with each other.

He couldn't help but play several sympathy cards, seeking Zhang Xuezhou to forcibly control his body and perform several spells after he fell asleep, so as not to worsen his physical injuries at night.

After some good talk and an increase in compensation, Zhang Xuezhou reluctantly agreed.

"Next, it's time for me to keep a vigil for myself!"

The time of the night slowly came in the normal waiting, and the Buddha felt that Zhang Xuezhou was still very energetic, and it was difficult to believe that the other party would suddenly fall asleep.

But he had to guard against such an accident, after all, he couldn't joke with his life.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

……

It is getting closer and closer to Zhang Xuezhou mentioning that he will inevitably fall asleep, and the Buddha is also counting down when he feels Zhang Xuezhou's consciousness.

"Zero!"

The number in his consciousness was counted, and the Buddha only felt that his eyes were dark.

When he came back to his senses, how could he still feel Zhang Xuezhou's active consciousness in this body.

Before he could feel the complete harmony between his consciousness and his body, the Buddha immediately felt a wave of destruction descending.

That destruction was like the nucleus in his head.

The difference is that his nuclear-derived avatar is aimed at destroying the flesh, whether it is against his enemies or himself.

And right now, this kind of destruction that has never given birth to supernatural powers is aimed at divine consciousness, and it only exists in Zhang Xuezhou's body.

The feeling of being erased danger came to his heart, and the Buddha couldn't help the fear in his heart, and quickly relied on the pull of his body to forcibly pull his divine consciousness back.

(End of chapter)