A Meiyi bar deep in the 5th Street.

Singing and dancing.

None of the people or things around them paid attention to the exoskeleton armor lying on its back at the bar.

The armor is spread out in the shape of a 'big' figure, and the hollow helmet is stuffed with wine bottles, and the overall shape looks like a carved work of avant-garde art during the Wudi period.

At that moment, the music playing in the bar suddenly appeared to be noisy for a moment, as if it was disturbed by some kind of electronic signal.

The armor's fingers twitched slightly, and a faint red glow glowed on the vertical eye in the helmet.

A muffled voice came from it.

"Sister, slow down, why does Lao Tzu smell a smell of Huangliang Buddha Country?"

The sound of the celestial maiden chanting and the brass lock door collided with each other, as if an invisible spark exploded over the Golden Brick Square.

"The sound of breaking the lock, the peak of the eighth prelude?"

In Mu Chi's shocked eyes, a declining wild arrogance on Li Jun's scarred body suddenly rose up.

Anger, greed, foolishness, arrogance.

Although this fourfold reflection of the dark illusion in Li Jun's heart caused him a lot of scars, it also seemed to have pushed forward a lot in the process of breaking the lock and advancing the order.

"This is the obstacle of knowledge, and then the obstacle is broken?!"

Mu Chi's face became extremely ugly, and a grotesque feeling came to his mind.

He felt like the kind of demon who had been surrendered in the movie of Buddhism's propaganda teachings, and Li Jun was the Buddha who had gone through hardships and finally transformed.

"Me"

This White Dragon Temple Terrifying Demon Bhikkhu wanted to curse a swear word at this moment, but was forcibly cut off by the precepts loaded in the intracranial chip.

He suddenly wondered why he was in the last illusion.

I thought I could beat the water dog, but who knew that I bumped into a lion and bear and killed the rising tiger in the mountains.

However, this was also not chosen by Mu Chi, because the 'Huangliang Host' he brought could only support him to build these five layers of illusion.

If he chooses to watch from the wall again, he can only watch Li Jun escape from the Buddha Kingdom.

If he returned to reality, he didn't think he could go head-to-head with a martial artist of the same sequence.

The anger in Li Jun's eyes became more and more intense, and his hideous expression was like a demon lord who had invaded the Buddha kingdom here.

The body is like a tiger pounced, jumped across the abyss between Mu Chi and Mu Chi, his hands were already rising, his fists were like a tiger, and he stepped on the Buddha Mountain.

Boom!

Mu Chi didn't dare to think about the complicated thoughts in his heart anymore, and the vajra in his hand suddenly slammed down, and his already burly figure swelled again in an instant, reaching seven feet.

The cracked skin revealed the mechanical structure of the scriptures, and the monk's robe was stretched into pieces, rolled up by the overflowing Buddha thoughts in the brain, and condensed into a circle of bright red Buddha wheels behind the head.

At the same time, the metal wire on his body that hooked the Vajra subduing demon pattern gradually lit up.

The bionic skin cracked to the left and right, revealing a menacing face glowing with a cold light.

Mu Chi, who instantly changed into the form of a vajra, picked up the vajra and swept across his chest, and the sound of the wind swept violently.

Bang!

A flesh fist collided with the vajra, and the flesh and blood on the bone joint of Li Jun's left hand burst in an instant, revealing the cracked white bones.

The flesh is rotten and the bones are cracked, and such a sharp pain is enough to make ordinary people faint instantly.

But Li Jun's face was still indifferent as usual, his right hand was a fist, and his middle finger protruded towards Mu Chi's heart.

This punch was handed out, and the flesh on the fist blade rippled like water waves.

If there is a substantial amount of strength, it progresses from the waist to the elbow to the wrist, and then gathers on the craggy fist bone.

Martial?!

Mu Chi's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly dodged back.

Crash

The fist grazed Mu Chi's waist, and it scraped off a large piece of flesh and blood like a quick knife, and a lot of precision parts were ripped out of the body of the machine underneath, and they fell to the ground with a bang.

Until this moment, Li Jun finally used the Baji Quan Great Perfection and became special.

The body of the Buddha was damaged, and the sky in this Buddha country seemed to have become a little darker.

Mu Chi, who had walked on the edge of reincarnation nirvana, finally understood the gap between his vajra body and Li Jun.

He didn't dare to let Li Jun get close to him anymore, and a vajra almost pulled out a phantom, so he barely pulled away a little distance, and hurriedly pinched out the dreadnought seal with his left hand.

"Subodhi, as well as the monks, the terrifying demon monks, and all the heavenly beings and asuras of the Huangliang Buddha Kingdom, when they heard what the Buddha said, they were all very happy, and they believed in it."

An invisible fluctuation enveloped in bursts of Buddha sound spread out from Mu Chi's brain at the top of Mu Chi's skull, and through the increase of the Buddha wheel behind his head, it surged towards Li Jun like a wave.

Fluctuating and body, Li Jun's skin suddenly stinged with pain.

But it's just a sting.

The moment this Buddha thought touched Li Jun's skin, it was like an electric current hitting an insulating protective suit, and it disappeared in an instant.

As for the chanting sound in his ears, Li Jun didn't understand it at all.

Just as the subconscious mind was about to continue to ponder, it was washed away by the sound of the copper lock shaking in the blood.

This kind of defense, which is almost immune, is exactly the effect of the Golden Bell Jar and the Blue Emperor Jue Transformation Technique.

"Think you can hang a megaphone on the back of your head to temper Lao Tzu? The voice is loud and has a fart use! ”

Li Jun smiled disdainfully, his arms and muscles suddenly stretched out, and he jumped into the gap between the swings of the vajra pestle, raised his elbow like a spear, and smashed Mu Chi's left hand holding the fearless seal.

Syllable!

Mu Chi didn't have time to twist into a ball of twisted five fingers of his left hand, and hurriedly pulled back the vajra and crossed his head to block Li Jun's fist.

As soon as the fist and pestle struck, the bell rang next to the monk's ear, and two clusters of sparks came out of his ears.

The chanting stopped abruptly.

With a broken punch, the shirtless martial artist was unforgiving, and the eight-pole fist tricks flowed like a rainstorm, enveloping the monk in it.

In an instant, Mu Chi's whole body was full of metal wails, and the bones in his chest were almost broken.

If he hadn't tried his best to protect his head, I'm afraid he would have been dismantled long ago.

The muffled sound continued, and the heavenly dome of the Buddha Kingdom above his head was also constantly darkening.

At this moment, a fear engraved in the genes swept through Mu Chi's heart.

He felt that the scene in front of him was extremely familiar, as if he had fought against people like Li Jun in countless Nirvana reincarnations.

And almost every time the result is death.

This time will probably not be an exception.

Mu Chi was terrified for a while, although he had a backup in the Buddha Country host of the White Horse Temple, he would not really die.

After attaining nirvana from the Buddha realm, if the Dharma name 'Mu Chi' is replaced by the backup, then you are still not yourself?

Is a white horse a horse, or a non-horse?

In the realm of near death, Mu Chi's body finally erupted with rare blood, only to see the vajra in his right hand fall to the ground, and his five fingers suddenly grabbed the fist that came from the blast.

The wire on his left arm that formed the Vajra Demon Diagram suddenly flowed blood, and the light converged along the arm to the wrist.

The wrist flipped over, revealing a hole with a cold light, almost in front of Li Jun!

"Fucking cannon?!"

Li Jun's hairs stood on end, and he barely hesitated for a moment, and pressed the five fingers of his right hand before the muzzle.

Boom!

In the loud noise, the blinding white light was fleeting.

Li Jun used the price of one palm to block Mu Chi's decisive fight.

Poof!

A hand knife pierced through the monk's chest with ripples of turbulent force, tearing through all kinds of bionic or mechanical structures along the way, almost reaching into half of the arm, grabbing the vulture's trembling spine!

The light and shadow suddenly change, the day turns into night, the gold bricks turn into muddy water, and the sound of Buddha turns into a human voice.

When Li Jun opened his eyes again, there was already a neon-lit and wine-filled mundane street in front of him.

(End of chapter)