Hearing my loud screams, the old monk ran back with no life, and the evil son also jumped out in an instant, and the work of blinking ran to the happy Buddha, and stopped him.

I have to say that the evil son is smarter than before, at least it can distinguish between what is attacking and what is defense.

When I call it to stop the enemy, what I need it to do is the latter!

Because the evil son is larger, when he holds the happy Buddha, he holds the whole person in his arms like an adult holding a child.

Without waiting for the happy Buddha to shoot, the evil son roared while he was like wrestling, holding the happy Buddha and pushing away from him, and did not attack him, just simply let him stay away from me.

At this time, the old monk also rushed over, controlled the happy Buddha with the fallen evil son, and strangled the neck of the happy Buddha from behind, biting his teeth and dragging him back.

Do you dare to say that the Buddha is like a man who wants to eat people staring at me, madly roaring, and the breath of the whole person is disturbed.

It is no exaggeration to say that the appearance of the happy Buddha looks like a mentally insane madman, and I doubt whether this fat monk is really crazy.

But his madness is not important to me at all, my task is not to think about it, but to take off and land.

There were old monks and the evil son to do their best to control his action, and I was slightly relieved, and my left hand died according to the center of the battle where the blood fell, and quickly read the mantra.

“The sky is scared, the earth is scared.”

“The wicked slander, their sins, the way of honor, the golden light of Foton...”

With the sound of the mantra recited in my mouth, the struggle of the happy Buddha became more and more intense, and almost one step after another moved to my side.

At this time, a new round of evil sounds also reverberated around.

Happy Buddha is very sad, I can see that whether he is hissing tone or like a man's eyes, there is a pain that is difficult to hide.

The sea of blood has been very successful, and before I finished the mantra, the happy Buddha's exposed skin began to turn red.

The kind of red that appears on the skin is very natural and almost consistent with the color of the living human blood.

“Smell the teacher, and blaspheme God should go into the sea of blood.”

"As I see, the blasphemy is at this time."

"I think that the law of blasphemy is an abomination of the father."

"Reign the edict, the pool of blood is not left."

“Stand up!”

According to the grandfather, the power of the blood to fall is great, and the factors that cause harm to the living are not only as simple as the air, but also the blood in the enemy's body.

As long as the falling breath of blood enters the body of the enemy, almost in an instant, the blood in the enemy's body will be stimulated, and the same as alive, breaking through the obstacles of the blood vessels, drilling out from the pores.

Looking away, it is the appearance of the happy Buddha at this time, and the skin from head to toe will be red.

But if you get close, you can see that the surface of his skin has covered the blood that oozes in his body.

There is no different from the blood man, more like a monster than a monster.

First the skin, then the five senses, successively will change.

Blood first comes out of the pores, then it will spewing out most of the five senses, and at the end of the day, it is the real torture of the living.

The five senses, the flesh, the bitterness, the blood prison.

The blood that flows out of the flesh will be sealed in a short period of time, making it impossible to breathe, but it can rely on the breath to ensure that the living will not die in a certain period of time.

The feeling of asphyxiation like drowning is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear.

After that, it was the burning feeling from the limbs, and for the living people who suffered from the gas, the blood in the body seemed to burn, and from the inside out, the burning feeling would intensify, as if to completely roast the living.

When the living are truly tortured and killed by the breath, the soul will directly enter the earth, and what kind of end will be, I can't say, anyway, the book is talking about directly into the blood pool hell, and never live.

In other words, the sword mountain is corresponding to the sword mountain hell, in that level of hell, the tortured evil spirits are blasphemous in the yang world, and the people who slaughter animals at will.

The heresy has committed a single, completely corresponding to this.

As for the blood...

The old monk has not yet entered the devil, even if he is demonized and transformed into Gatham, I think if the gods of the gods really exist, they will recognize him as a Buddhist, not a demon.

The hell of the blood pool, also known as the sea of blood in hell, is built for those who blaspheme the desecration and praise the evil law, and killing Buddhists is even more a serious crime.

Happy Buddha, who is a sinful and apostate, falls after death without any loss.

At this moment of joy, Buddha, does not look like a ghost just fished out of the sea of blood?

“Shut up, I killed you!”

Happy Buddha's mad roar, the struggle is getting stronger and stronger, the old monk and the evil son are quickly unable to hold him.

Seeing him step by step to my side, said not afraid to be fake, I was more panicked than anyone, because I felt that the state of the happy Buddha was not quite right, not like the kind of dying struggle, but it was like... we forced out our strength!

At this time, the tremor of the temple has also become much larger, and the suppressed monster seems to feel that the believers are threatened, and the process of awakening... It seems that it is also accelerating rapidly...

I looked back, and by the light of the oil lamp I saw the edge of the statue of Shakyamuni, and there was a crack that was not conspicuous in those places next to the tiles.

“You will all die...the power of the true God... has begun to awaken... it is being transmitted to my flesh...you will not be able to kill me...I will soon be able to kill you...”

The happy Buddha also felt the change in the temple, and the laughter became more and more crazy.

“The grand event is going down... the new country... will come soon...”

“Lavertesa... that black star...the kingdom of heaven...the river of stars will light up our way...”

The joy Buddha is like singing a song, and it is like chanting a mantra, a muttering in his mouth, which sounds intermittent, every word is full of evil.

What is a cultivator?

That's it.

That kind of devout faith, revealed from the depths of the soul, that pure loyalty, is indeed a terrible thing.

For the happy Buddha, it seems that nothing matters, not even his own life.

Faith is everything.

“Like me, you are the king of the old days, the true God under the afterglow, the faceless one, is their most devout believer...”

“I have a problem, you help me, you should help me...”

I was surprised to hear these whispers like joy.

He didn’t seem to be chanting a mantra to pray, but as if he were talking to something.

“Lend a little more strength to me... quickly... borrow a little more to me...”

As soon as I heard this, I was cold.

Is the happy Buddha talking to the monster in the ground?

“Here...I can feel your strength approaching me...” The happy Buddha muttered, more and more excited: “The true God...deserving you are the true God we believe in...Thank you for your great mercy...I...”

Suddenly, the sound of joy stopped.

The quietness of this kind makes us all sad.

Happy Buddha no longer spoke, did not struggle, did not move to my side.

He looked down with his stiff head and looked at the one he held in his arms, the artifact associated with the old creature, and his body trembled without warning.

With the sound of a broken porcelain, the happy Buddha unexpectedly pulled the old monk down, as if he had no strength to resist, and even did not have the action of returning his hand, lying on the ground like paralysis.

At this time, the evil son also released his hand, as if he noticed the danger, and shuddered and looked over there carefully.

“How... how... who cut off the power of the true God... who?”

Listening to the excited shouts of the happy Buddha, I looked up and looked up, and the instrument he used to save his life, as if he had been smashed, had been broken into seven or eight pieces.

And in the next second, the body of the happy Buddha also exploded more than a dozen blood holes in an instant.

“What’s wrong with this dog day?”