Chapter 686

Zhou Wen's eyes flickered strangely. He was about to start the pupil mirror of the young son of the candle dragon and use the hole candle vision to kill the fierce golden winged bird.

Who knows, but suddenly heard a loud bang, from the Buddha's eyebrows.

The golden winged bird seems to be awakened, but it doesn't chase Zhou Wen any more. It looks up at the Buddha.

Zhou Wen also looked over and saw that Leng Zongzheng was in front of the guardian's cocoon. He held a knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife stabbed the guardian's cocoon.

However, in the cocoon of the guardian, a hand broke out of the cocoon and grasped the point of Leng Zongzheng's long knife.

The hand was shining, white and clean. It didn't look strong, but with a sharp blade, the blade couldn't hurt the hand.

"The sound just now, no wonder it's the sound of the palm breaking the cocoon?" When Zhou Wenzheng was surprised, he heard another click.

The knife in Leng Zongzheng's hand was broken by that hand.

Leng Zongzheng retreated, staring at the cocoon of the guardian with a dignified look, and muttered to himself, "it's still too late, has it developed to this stage?"

Everyone stopped and looked at the cocoon of the guardian, except bimon, the tyrant, who was still chasing the hammer.

Click! Click!

The guardian is constantly broken, and pieces of crystal fragments fall down, emitting clean Buddha light from the cocoon.

At this moment, all the Buddhist statues in the whole country seem to come to life. The sound of chanting sutras comes from the gold statues, whether they are statues or carvings on the wall.

In the whole Buddhist kingdom, the mysterious voice of Nanni reverberates like a mantra, as if praying and welcoming something.

With the sound of Nana, all the Buddha statues are rising with golden Buddha light, which converges towards the eyebrows of the Buddha and flows into the ruptured accompanying eggs.

Click! Click!

Most of the cocoons formed by the crystal silk have been broken. Zhou Wen and his colleagues can already see the creatures in the guardian's cocoon.

It was a bhikkhu dressed in a white monk's robe. It didn't seem to be different from human beings, but there was a white hair on his forehead, crystal clear as jade, with spiral patterns.

He sat in the cocoon with his knees crossed, and countless Buddhist lights converged in front of him, turned into beads, and automatically formed a string in front of him, becoming a string of golden beads.

As the Buddha's light condenses more and more, the Buddha's posture appears on the beads.

When the cocoon of the guardian was completely broken, the string of Buddhist beads finally formed and fell into the hands of bhikkhu, who sat with his eyes closed.

Starting with the beads of Buddha, the whole Buddhist kingdom quiets down. The sound of chanting sutras disappears, and the light of Buddha disappears.

"I was born and Buddha died..." the bhikkhu slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were so clean that people felt that it was blasphemy to take a look at him.

But with the sound of the bhikkhu, all the Buddha statues in the whole Buddhist kingdom were smashed, and even the Giant Buddha statues, which were more than 1000 feet high, collapsed.

The whole Buddha statue is falling apart and sinking slowly in the void.

The monk's skeleton and the golden winged bird, trembling, prayed to the bhikkhu, who was holding the Buddha's beads and emitting the supreme Buddha's light.

Bhikkhu held the Buddha's beads in his hand and pressed the empty hand.

There was a huge palm print on the land of Buddha. Bimon, the tyrant who wanted to continue to attack the monks and skeletons, was shot into the land.

Zhou Wen was frightened and quickly took back the tyrant bimong. Fortunately, bimong was not killed, but was injured.

However, in the state of absolute power, he was forced to suppress and suffered a little injury. The strength of bhikkhu is so terrible that it is hard to imagine.

"Headmaster, do you want to retreat?" Ansheng is moving rapidly in the collapsing Buddha Kingdom, and he asks in horror.

"There's no place to retreat. I'll deal with him. You can handle those two." Leng Zongzheng did not reply. Then he looked at the bhikkhu and asked, "what's your name?"

"Buddha died." Answered bhikkhu.

Leng Zongzheng didn't speak, but in his body, there were one after another divine lights rising up. Those divine lights condensed in front of him and turned into a beautiful goddess in black with a harp in his arms.

"Guardian? How can principal Leng have a guardian When Zhou Wen saw the goddess in black holding a harp in front of lengzong, he immediately saw her identity, which turned out to be a guardian.

"What's the name?" Asked bhikkhu, looking at the goddess holding the harp.

"Shenqin." When the goddess answered, her figure had turned into a stream of light and merged into Leng Zongzheng's body. At the same time, she formed a black dress on Leng Zongzheng's body.

Leng Zongzheng's momentum also changed dramatically with the integration of Shenqin, just like a devil in a dress.

Leng Zongzheng is sitting in the air, and the throne of the magic lute has already appeared in front of him. The vertical pipes and rows of keys, like a castle, exude a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

It is different from the last time that Zhou Wen saw the throne of Moqin. This time, Leng Zongzheng has broken through the divine level with the help of Shenqin, and has become even more terrifying. Each key is emitting a palpitating brilliance.

Leng Zongzheng pressed his hands on the key, and the sound came from the huge vertical pipe like a castle.

Zhou Wen didn't feel that there was anything special about the Qin sound, but the Buddhist beads in fomie's hands were shining, as if they were fighting against some force.

Zhou Wen didn't have time to listen to the magic of that Qin sound, because the golden winged bird had already rushed to Leng Zongzheng and seemed to be trying to help Buddha die.

Zhou Wenli immediately released two golden halberds to attack the golden winged bird from one side, and cut off the golden sword in his hand.

The bald parrot, standing on Zhou Wen's shoulder, also called out to the golden winged bird: "little eagle... Your father is here..."

The monk's skeleton also wants to rush to Leng Zongzheng. Ansheng rushes to stop him, but Ansheng has only one love letter that is mythical. The love letter is far from the opponent of the monk's skeleton, so he can only keep retreating, and uses various strange skills to hold the monk's skeleton's pace.

Seeing that Ansheng was in danger, Zhou Wen summoned the tyrant Bimeng out again and asked him to help Ansheng fight against the monks' skeletons.

The tyrant bimon suffered some injuries just now, but fortunately he was not seriously injured. After rushing into the collapsing Buddha Kingdom, he immediately re opened his absolute power.

For no reason, the monk's skull bravely welcomed the tyrant bimon, and put the crystal in his hand into his eyes.

As soon as the crystal entered the eye socket, the golden light was immediately released, making the skeleton of the monk's body burn with golden flame, as if bathed in the fire of nirvana.

Boom!

The bone fists of monks and skeletons collided with the fists of the tyrant bimon, and no one took advantage of them. The terrible shock wave produced by the collision of forces destroyed the broken streets more thoroughly.