Chapter 942
"What fortune, you'll know after I hit you!"
"Know it before you hit!"
"Long-winded! I'll ask you one thing, do you want it or not?"
"What fortune!"
"Do you want it or not!"
The voice was like a great bell.
Dragon-Elephant Wu Sheng, magnificent and imposing.
Liang Qu's eyes flickered, and he gritted his teeth.
"I want it!"
"Good!"
The steel wind surged, and his breath turned into a sword.
Zhang Longxiang's eyes were deep like the sea, thunder wrapped around his fist, grasping the surrounding world, twisting his body, and pushing his hand!
His long hair danced wildly, and his golden eyes were burning.
His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and the fist shadow grew from small to large.
Liang Qu's thoughts were chaotic, and he didn't understand what was going on at all, but from this punch of Dragon-Elephant, he felt an unprecedented fatal crisis!
He instinctively wanted to dodge, but he couldn't dodge at all; the entire space was locked. The fist bones towered like mountains, and from the moment this punch of Zhang Longxiang appeared, it was already a destined punch!
Wow!
His pupils contracted to the size of needle eyes, trembling.
The scenery of the universe changed suddenly, like an overexposed orange, and the smell of blood was pungent!
It was no longer the Hanging Great Temple, the holy land of Buddhism, no longer the late spring Grain Rain, the emerald green mountains, but a battlefield,
a black-soil battlefield sprinkled with human blood. The scorching sun burned overhead, roasting the flesh and blood onto the internal organs, and finally, a wisp of charred black smoke drilled out from the throat.
Long River Blood Plain?
Liang Qu looked up and squinted.
People were black, wearing broken armor, holding half a broken knife. Turbid sweat slid from the center of his eyebrows, and the sourness seeped into his eyes.
A revolving lantern?
Or a revolving lantern he had never experienced before?
What kind of fortune is this!?
What kind of fortune is life-threatening?!
Does he want to kill me?
Wow!
All the scenery changed back.
In his field of vision was still that fist, and in a roar that resounded through the world, the rolling fist mark was struck out. Boom!
Thunder came out of the mountains, the sky tilted and the earth sank.
A mountain peak fell from the horizon!
He was about to take this punch.
Suddenly.
In his peripheral vision, the old monk who was standing still changed color drastically!
Liang Qu followed with fear, his hair standing on end.
No, no!
Looking past the fist mark, Zhang Longxiang's eyes were full of surging murderous intent, completely indifferent!
That's it.
He wants to kill me!!!
Boom!
The golden Buddha descended, the old monk's diamond eyes were angry, and he jumped to block, but it was already too late!
!
The Dragon-Tiger Golden Body shattered.
Golden cracks bloomed on Liang Qu's face.
In a flash of lightning, the imperial court, Dragon-Elephant, master, and old monk, several faces flashed through his mind, and all thoughts were blown away!
From the xiphoid process of the sternum, flesh and blood were blown away like sand in a gale, revealing the forest of ribs, exposing the heart beating thump-thump beneath the ribs. Everyone could hear the terrifying sound of his heartbeat; it was simply like beating a drum!
Crack!
Waves spread from the flesh to the bones, all the ribs broke inch by inch, and fragments shot out, grazing the corners of his eye sockets.
King Yue, old monk...
He had used so many brands, and through the cycle of cause and effect, he finally experienced the majesty of a Wu Sheng in person!
Unstoppable!
Incomparable!
His toes left the ground and he soared, blood spraying from all over his body, turning into a blood mist. Flesh soared from the bone fragments, and Liang Qu was born from a complete person, shaken out of blood, bone, and flesh layers by a single punch!
His ears were full of mournful wails.
Every organ, every piece of flesh and blood was making an unbearable stretch.
Great terror!
Unprecedented great terror!
Survival!
Survival!
Survival!
Every cell was struggling in pain.
However, the last straw that breaks the camel's back is always the last one. The mental exhaustion of ten years of running around controlling floods like a dream bubble, and the physical exhaustion of being thrown into blood mud by a monkey.
After today, having gone through the trial, he should have fully digested and absorbed it, and his mental will should have gone to a higher level.
But at this moment, at this very moment!
The bottom of the valley had not yet risen, and the exhaustion had not yet dissipated.
There are five harms of demons.
Taking life, obstacles, annoyance, destroying good roots, and leaving difficulties.
All the tiredness, laziness, and slowness erupted in the terror of this punch, the three converging.
Boom!
The air wave exploded.
Everything happened in an instant. Ten thousand believers only saw an umbrella-shaped air wave explode on the Buddha hand,
and then a figure flew out, hitting the Woxiang Lake of the Fulong Temple, and the shocking sound waves and the water splashing into the sky exploded together.
Everyone was shocked and inexplicable.
Clatter.
Rain fell on a sunny day.
A meteorite fell from the sky, and all the water in the center of Woxiang Lake was shaken away, as if water had been squeezed out of a sponge, surging in all directions.
The little elephant flapped its ears, crawled out of the lake in a panic, and gathered under its father, the Six-Tusked White Elephant.
Wow.
The water squeezed out of the lake circled around the hoof pillars and rolled back, and a wisp of blood smoke floated on the water surface.
Elephant King:
"..."
Light and shadow changed, water algae floated.
The field of vision became darker and darker. Liang Qu, broken beyond human form, sank into the silt and fell into boundless darkness.
The Wu Sheng's will constantly eroded, blue light flickered in the cloud sea, restoring physical strength, but it was of no avail. He almost lost the feeling of pain, leaving only one feeling.
Tired.
Too tired.
Ten years of opening mountains and digging rivers were not this tiring.
The tiny joy of breaking the Six Demons and becoming a Buddha was beaten away, and even the strength to think was gone, just like the vast sea surface, calm to the point where not even half a wave rose, leaving only deep black.
However,
The boundless sea surface was so quiet that not even half a wave rose, only one situation.
The air pressure was extremely low.
A rainstorm was coming.
Suddenly.
The wind rose, ripples spread on the sea surface, not bitterness, not pain, but a touch of sorrow.
This one wants to test me, that one wants to kill me.
Annoying!
Annoying! Annoying! Annoying!
Sorrow turned into annoyance, annoyance turned into anger, anger turned into fire!
Crack!
Within the spirit.
It was as if something had snapped, or as if something had broken.
The vast Qi sea had surging waves, and under the Dragon Court Immortal Island, spots of fire drifted, these orange-red sparks gathering more and more, until a certain critical point.
Gift!
A wisp of golden flame rose slowly.
At the bottom of the pitch-black lake, water algae swayed, and a pair of golden eyes opened wide!
In the sky, the swallows frightened by the air wave did not land for a long time,
Nirvana of No-Abiding, on the Buddha hand.
Long Eying and Long Binglin showed concern.
Zhang Longxiang and the old monk stood side by side, watching silently, without the tension of just now.
Gulp gulp.
Woxiang Lake gushed out endless bubbles, strips of dead fish turned their bellies up, steaming with a foul smell.
The water, boiled!
"Amitabha."
The monks performed the rites, bowing their heads in mourning.
They didn't know what had happened just now, but as long as the abbots and elders in the temple didn't move and didn't give orders, then no matter how big the commotion was, it was fine.
It was just a pity for the innocent fish in the lake.
Prayer beads twisted, wooden fish continued.
Rolling steam rushed into the sky.
Heat waves surged.
The little novice monk raised his hand to wipe his sweat, but the next moment, his hand froze, his two legs trembling.
Woxiang Lake's vortex became huge.
A tattered mass of flesh and blood walked out from the center of the lake. It couldn't be seen as a human form at all, just flesh and blood wrapping around misaligned broken bones, two white bone legs with rotten skin and flesh stepping on the water, floating out bit by bit, only that pair of eyes was as bright as flint sparks!
"Success."
Zhang Longxiang jumped off the Buddha hand.
At this moment, there were still people who didn't know the truth and didn't know why. Huai Kong looked around, bowed his head and said a Buddha's name, and was called by Master Di Xian.
"Huai Kong, go quickly!"
"Yes!"
Inside Fulong Temple.
The sound of chanting was noisy and chaotic.
Humming like flies, the golden flame in the Qi sea rose by three points, the golden eyes scanned the circle, finally looked up, looked at the golden Buddha's palm, understood a little, and then forcibly suppressed the heart fire.
"Benefactor Liang, don't move around."
Jumping down from high altitude, Huai Kong advised, pointing a finger, and green light spread from his fingertips.
That blurry and mottled flesh and blood seemed to be nourished by spring rain, gradually growing and merging.
Liang Qu didn't speak.
After a long while.
He turned his head.
Zhang Longxiang stood to one side.
"What is that move called?"
"Fist!"
"What fist?"
"Just called 'Fist'."
"What is the fire?"
"Intention!"
End of Chapter
