Perhaps, death is only a momentary thing, and it does not need to be delayed for too long. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that I don't know why, but this time the death has never come.

Mu Ran, who fell to the ground, no longer had the strength to take care of more things, and at this moment, none of his body was normal, not so much falling to the ground, but more appropriate to be paralyzed on the ground.

Why don't you feel dead yet, and why do you still have such and such pain all over your body?

Laboriously opened his eyes, Mu Ran was very puzzled, why did he still not die, did he feel the same after death as before?

A delicate and gorgeous paper fan blocked Mu Ran's vision, so much so that he couldn't see if the huge palm directly above him had been pressed down.

Not dead!

Mu Ran suddenly reacted, it was the exquisite paper fan that blocked the life-threatening palm of Vaishabha.

A man in black with his hair scattered lightly held the exquisite life-saving fan, and he successfully blocked the Buddha palm of Vaishabha.

Seeing that this fatal blow was blocked, Vaishava Buddha's brows furrowed. Although he is also injured now, and because of Mu Ran's desperate punch just now, his whole arm is still trembling, as uncomfortable as a fire, but after all, the skill is really there, and there is no real strength that can't be stopped at all.

Anyway, this palm couldn't be suppressed at once, but Vaishaba Buddha directly withdrew his palm, and just took the opportunity to breathe his own wounds.

"Amitabha, what does this benefactor mean?" asked Vaishva with his palms folded.

Pulling the fan back and fanning himself, the young man in black was obviously enjoying the breeze. Facing the questioning of this powerful Buddhist quasi-saint, the black-clothed young man didn't seem to be afraid, covered his mouth and smiled: "Hehehe, Buddhist master? ”

Then, without waiting for the Buddha to reply, the black-clothed young man turned pale, closed the fan in his hand, pointed to Mu Ran who fell to the ground, and said coldly: "This person, I want to protect it." ”

I can't imagine that in the face of my own dignified Buddhism and quasi-saint, there are still people who dare to be presumptuous, it seems that since the reincarnation of the eight prison masters fought with him, no matter that person dares to go against him, and even someone tried to kill him in vain before, I really don't know what to do.

Sneering, sneering, Vaishabha Buddha was so angry that he didn't even make the movement of clasping his palms together, and pointed directly at the man in black: "Who are you? How dare you obstruct this Buddha's actions? This is a demon, it should be removed!"

"Demons? The man in black scoffed at the statement of the Buddha Visheva and said disdainfully: "This is the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, who was personally crowned by the Sage Nuwa, and his debut time is still short, except for killing and injuring the Heavenly Court Heavenly General for self-protection, have you ever seen him kill a person, let alone an innocent person." It's ridiculous that a demon will slaughter it!"

Haven't you ever killed anyone? Is that still a demon?

A long, long time ago, when he was a little child, he remembered it vividly.

"Asher, Asher, hide quickly, don't run out, there's a monster coming!"

The small village should have lived a peaceful and beautiful life, without quarrel with the world, and lived a good life with its yellow hair hanging down until one day.

On that day, the hunter uncle of the village went up to the mountain to hunt some game and reward the hard-working villagers, but he was devoured by several wolf demons, and there were no bones left.

Following the breath, the wolf demon came to the village, eating when he saw people, biting people when he met them, a small village, but dozens of families, except for this little child who was stuffed into the cellar by his mother and escaped, everyone else could not escape.

After a long time, the moment the boy named Asher crawled out of the cellar, the village was no longer lifeless, but there were corpses strewn all over the field, blood flowing all over the ground, and many of the corpses were even mutilated beyond recognition.

In addition to hate, it is still hate! The young Asher's heart was full of hatred. It's just that in this world, how can he still tolerate such a helpless and poor child?

Sadly alive, desolately alive, full of hatred, but without the strength for revenge, Asher fell on the edge of the road, dying, and no one wanted to care about this poor, dirty, ugly, and smelly child.

Mom and Dad, maybe I can't help you get revenge, Uncle Village Chief, the story you tell every day is really good, Asher likes it very much, Uncle Hunter, if there is an afterlife, if we can come again, let's not go hunting on this day, okay?

Hard-working children do not put the blame on the dead villagers, and the people raised in small villages have always been simple.

This was only the last dream in his heart, and his consciousness had begun to blur, gradually, gradually disappearing.

At this time, a pair of straw sandals that were extremely simple introduced into Asher's eyes.

"Nan Wu Amitabha, does the little donor need help?"

The first time I saw someone who was willing to help him, the kind and loyal bald uncle, his name was, the Taoist Guide.

With a sudden shudder, Vaishabha came to his senses. It only took a little time to remember these things.

His eyes were shining with a fierce light, and Vaishaba Buddha said fiercely: "He is a demon, that is, a demon, the demon should be eliminated, the demon should be killed, if you stop me, you are also a demon, you should also be killed!"

"Since you say I'm a demon, then I'm a demon, if you want to fight, come on. "The man in black is not afraid of the battle, but is excited and looking forward to it, even if the opponent is so strong.

"I don't know. "For such a provocation by the man in black, Vaishabha Buddha didn't care. As a quasi-saint, he could clearly feel that the other party's mana was still below him. As long as you don't become a saint, you are invincible!

Giving up the huge Dharma body of the Buddha, the Buddha Vaishaba directly waved out with one palm. The palm that carries this quasi-holy mana is not trivial, even if it is a master of the Great Luo Jin Immortal such as Mu Ran and Taiyi Zhenren, he can't support it.

With his feet on the ground, the man in black was obviously not afraid of the sudden palm. Pointing the paper fan in his hand forward, the stone walls and earth walls naturally rose, blocking the direction of the Buddha's palm.

Along the way, the stone walls in front of the Vaishabha Buddha continued to crumble and shatter into scattered stones. It's just that the closer you get to the man in black, the more amazing the defensive power and hardness of these earthen walls become, and there is still a way to go from the man in black, but Vaishabha Buddha actually has a feeling of being unsustainable.

"What's the matter, the donkey skills are exhausted?" The man in black fanned the paper a little down, and then on the ground, countless thorns rose from the ground, both in sharpness and speed, it was extremely terrifying, as if he had to stab his opponent Vaishaba Buddha to a thousand holes before he was willing.

If it weren't for the great trauma of the meritorious golden body, the Vaishabha Buddha at this moment would not need to dodge at all, just hold it up, but now he is helpless, and the physical body is afraid that it will not be able to support such a powerful power, so he has to jump up.

After only two or three zhang in the air, Vaishabha Buddha actually felt a strong sense of oppression, forcing himself to fly up again, and even had the momentum of pressing down.

After a moment of hesitation, a thorn suddenly rose into the sky, piercing the body of Vaishabha's body hanging in mid-air.

Although Vaishabha Buddha lost the opportunity, how could he be afraid of the duel with real guns and ammunition?

Condescendingly, Vaishava Buddha said angrily: "No one can stop what this Buddha wants to do!"