Chapter 1647

After immortal Taiyi took out the lotus plant, he shook Nezha carefully.

Nezha looked around in a daze, but there was still no focus in the eyes of immortal Taiyi and Lianpeng.

Taiyi is relieved.

His other hand wrote a talisman in the void. The talisman flew into the void and turned into a little white light like rain.

Being drenched in the white light, Nezha himself did not respond.

But the red light in his eyes became more obvious and dazzling.

At the same time, from his lotus knuckle like skin, even a faint red light.

The red light coincides with the white light drizzle drenched in the body, both of which are fading away, but showing a confluence of profusion.

In the intersection of red and white light, Nezha's whole body was shocked. In the seven orifices of his mouth and nose, there was bleeding water, black and blue.

Nezha's face didn't look painful, but his dazed eyes suddenly turned impatient and resistant.

In the dark blood, there was a strong evil spirit.

It's not the real blood, but the concrete manifestation of ferocity.

Real person Taiyi saw this, but he didn't panic, but he looked more careful, and he was more careful.

He continued to shed white light over Nezha's whole body. At the same time, he gently shook the lotus plant in his hand, which was shining with seven colors, and also fell on Nezha.

On the other side, Bodhisattva Puxian, Narayana Buddha and other Buddhists are all solemn.

They are willing to go forward, but they are blocked by Yan Zhaoge and others.

Luo yanfo was killed on the spot if he was not rescued by the Bodhisattva.

It's a pity that we can't care about one side and the other.

When Bodhisattva Puxian rescued Narayana Buddha, another great sage threw himself on him and overturned the red flame King Buddha.

Yan Zhaoge takes back the Hunyuan hammer and immediately changes the target. The hammer hits the top gate of the red flame building!

Pity the Buddha. He was beaten to his head by Hunyuan.

The Buddha is strong in gold and has strong vitality.

The top door of the red flame building, Wang fo, is hollow and broken. His eyes are wide open. He stares at Yan Zhaoge, but he can't speak.

"It looks like a Buddha. You're going to stay here forever." Yan Zhaoge said lightly.

Red flame building Wang Buddha sighed a long time, a breath finally let out, hands together ten, this round silence.

His body gradually ignited a red flame, in which the golden body turned to ash, and when the Buddhist kingdom went out, everything burned and turned into a red flame.

Finally, the red flame, all income in his head a relic.

A Buddha who proved the true fruit of Buddhism in the Middle Ages didn't fall in the great change of the central pure land of SAHA at the beginning of this era, didn't fall in the great disillusionment, but today fell under the Yanzhao singer.

Other Buddhists, such as Bodhisattva, see this. Although they don't see the sad color on their faces, they all make a low noise at the same time: "there is no amitabha in the south!"

Looking at the situation, the Bodhisattva shook his head.

Although it was found that Nezha was temporarily unable to participate in the war, all Buddhists also suffered from death and injury, and their strength declined, making it difficult to continue.

Puxian Bodhisattva determined that he could not spare any staff to continue to support his family in the pure land of Western bliss for a short time, so he had no choice but to make a decision, take naluo yanfo and others, and began to retreat.

He tried to save his apprentice Muzha, but he didn't succeed.

Finally, I can only sigh and leave the universe.

Yan Zhaoge and others didn't pursue further. It's the first priority to guard immortal Taiyi and Nezha at present, so that Nezha won't change again.

"Chih!" Immortal Taiyi drinks it lightly, and the formula on his hand changes again.

When the heaven and earth circle returned to Nezha's neck, the huntian Ling wrapped around his arm was windless and automatic. The wind and fire wheels at his feet were running continuously, even the spear in his hand was shaking.

The treasures around me seem to have life now. They are constantly admonishing Nezha and helping immortal Taiyi.

"Most of these treasures were originally given to Nezha by immortal Taiyi." Yan Zhaoge sees the situation and nods in his heart.

Nezha's eyes were still unfocused and confused, but the expression of impatience and resistance seemed to fade away, as well as the violence between his eyebrows.

And the blood oozing from his mouth, nose, five senses and seven orifices is more and more serious.

Without the disturbance of the Three Dharma Jinlian of the Bodhisattva, the nine dragon divine fire mask of immortal Taiyi will be used again immediately.

Nine fire dragons around the hood spewed out milky white flames.

When the fire fell on Nezha, it did not hurt him, but burned the fierce blood.

Dirty blood flows with the burning, as if it's burning forever, and there's no end to it.

But Taiyi's face was happy and relaxed.

After removing some blood, he shook Nezha's lotus flower again.

Nezha's dazed eyes finally closed, as if sleeping in the past, his body shape could not help floating to immortal Taiyi.

At this time, the lotus pod in the hands of immortal Taiyi becomes larger, and he carries Nezha's body and lets Nezha fall asleep on it.

The nine dragon magic fire hood floats above the lotus canopy. There is still a steady stream of flames falling down. It slowly but firmly purifies the black blood exuded from Nezha's five senses and seven orifices.

"Congratulations to the real man." Yan Zhaoge and longxingquan, as well as miaochen Taoist who saved them before, all came forward to congratulate them.

"It's just the beginning, and I don't know how long it will take to grind." Taiyi said so, but he looked relatively relaxed and smiled a little more.

Yan Zhaoge also said with a smile, "a good beginning is half the success."

"I wish you all the best." Immortal Taiyi nodded with a smile.

Then, his line of sight looks at the wood Zha that is grasped by the great saint gold body: "how does Yan Xiaoyou plan to deal with this person?"

"I don't care. I'll leave it to the real people." Yan Zhaoge said.

At this time, Muzha's angry mood has been calmed down. He looks at Yan Zhaoge and Taiyi with no expression on his face, and repeats the previous words: "I only want to face the doom together with my father."

Immortal Taiyi sighed: "crazy child......"

He didn't say much either. He took one.

There was no scar on Muzha's body, but his eyes were closed and he was breathless.

Yan Zhaoge looked at this scene, no sorrow or joy in his heart, but what he thought of was the scene when he saw Muzha at the beginning of that year, and the other side was also full of spirits.

But now, everything is dust.

From Yan Zhaoge's heart, he did not feel bad about Mu Zha. However, he did not talk about Xicai for those who stood in his hostile position.

No matter what his personality is, Muzha is totally different from Nezha in terms of Li Jing.

Li Jing fell into Nezha 's hand. There is no turning point between muzzha and Nezha.

To some extent, it's considerate for the apprentice. Of course, it's cruel for Muzha, but it's just because of the heart and hand of real person Taiyi. Yan Zhaoge doesn't think it's surprising that he does this.