Chapter 244: Girl makes me happy
The glass bottles are filled with essence and blood, the lowest of which comes from seventh-grade warriors with perfect qi and blood, and there are also sixth and fifth-grade warriors among them.
It is refined and sealed using the secret Buddhist method, and its quality is excellent.
It can be said that the Iron Scale Buddha has now firmly stood at the peak of the fourth level, but the disadvantages are also obvious.
The tremendous power is only reflected in the quantity, but not in the quality.
He gave his all in every palm and punch, disregarding the consumption, but the price he paid was that his mind was being devoured by the disordered qi and blood.
This is a tactic that hurts yourself by a thousand and hurts the enemy by eight hundred.
If the two sides were to fight fairly, the Iron Scale Buddha would possess an overwhelming amount of true energy reserves.
In addition, it silently erodes the opponent's sanity, forcing them to fight in a primitive way.
Even if you are unconscious, you will have the advantage.
This is a gamble, betting that the powerful warrior in the Divine Martial Realm is reluctant to give up this opportunity and use it to delay until rescue.
But Iron Scale Buddha had no idea who he was facing.
A captain of the Xuanji Guard, he is also under the command of Yinzhe, and his skills and elixirs are all top-notch.
In addition, he has been at the peak of the fourth level for many years, and his realm is extremely solid and full of foundation.
If Iron Scale Buddha had a clear mind, he would have noticed the problem immediately.
The advantage he expected only lasted for a very short time, and then quickly evolved into a stalemate and suppression.
But at this moment he was unconscious and ended up tying himself up in knots.
On the other side, Dou Zuan became confused and his true nature gradually began to be revealed.
His eyes were filled with madness, and the disguise mask could not hide the corners of his mouth that were grinning wantonly, which was very different from his previous indifferent image.
That's why Qin Zhaoyue could tell that something was wrong with him.
In fact, ordinary opponents are not enough to make Dou Zuan like this. The main reason is that he smells the scent of his own kind.
He has been in charge of the Hell for many years, while Iron Scale Buddha is in charge of the Punishment Hall at the Nine Gates.
As the saying goes, kings do not meet kings, and this is Dou Zuan's opportunity for promotion.
Another seemingly ordinary head-on collision, but Yinzhe, who was watching the battle, narrowed his eyes.
After about ten breaths, Qin Zhaoyue discovered something unusual.
"What are those falling things?"
It turned out that a lot of paper appeared under the feet of the Iron Scale Buddha without him noticing.
At first Qin Zhaoyue thought it was just fallen leaves caught in the mix, but it turned out that there were more and more of them.
"Flesh as thin as a cicada's wing."
Qin Zhaoyue:?
Her eyes widened and she shuddered uncontrollably.
No, isn't it so perverted?
Even Qin Zhaoyue was shocked, and Zhao Tai next to him almost fell to his knees again.
What kind of people are these?
Yinzhe, however, explained to himself, "He has a craft inherited from his ancestors. His father is an executioner."
Well, that makes sense... Bullshit!
Qin Zhaoyue didn't understand what was going on. The two were clearly facing each other head-on, and there was no cutting movement, but flesh and blood were falling down.
If you have the strength, why not just take it directly? What's the point of "thin as a cicada's wing"? A piece of fat beef?
Speaking of beef, as the weather is getting colder, it's time to get hot pot going.
However, cattle are farming tools and important production resources, and the Dagan Law stipulates that they cannot be eaten.
Of course, natural or accidental deaths are not counted. As a princess, it should be easy for her to get some beef.
Otherwise, there is no fat beef, and eating hot pot has no soul...
Qin Zhaoyue suddenly shuddered.
Oh no, why did she think of hot pot? Is it appropriate to want to eat it in this situation?
"Isn't your subordinate a bit perverted?"
"Well, there's something wrong."
Just like that, Shui Lingling admitted it!
Yinzhe looked calm, as if he was just talking about a very ordinary little thing.
Which good person regards prison as his home, eating and sleeping in the dark prison?
If Dou Zan hadn't been given a mandatory task from time to time, he would have been unable to see the light of day for several years.
Yinzhe had long been aware of his problem, but it was useless to persuade him.
Because I witnessed the many magical things about Xiaoliu, I came up with an idea.
Unexpectedly, after just two meetings, Dou Zuan had touched the threshold of breakthrough.
In fact, Yinzhe is in a very conflicted mood now.
She could naturally see that the opportunity came from meeting someone of similar cultivation level.
Logically speaking, it doesn't seem to have any impact whether Xiaoliu is here or not.
As long as Dou Zuan meets Tie Scale Buddha, this opportunity will most likely be triggered.
But...is it really like that?
What's more, there is a Broken Ink Pearl in front of him, and he just completed the promotion right before his eyes.
While thinking, more and more "pieces of paper" appeared under the feet of the Iron Scale Buddha.
Qin Zhaoyue widened his eyes and looked carefully, but couldn't figure out how he did it.
Rose petals fall one by one before my eyes;
Your promises echo in my ears bit by bit.
That unbreakable bond...】
Um?
There are more and more "pieces of paper" falling faster and faster, and the scene is becoming more and more terrifying.
Because at this time one can already see the exposed flesh and blood of the Iron Scale Buddha, and almost the bones.
But he seemed unaware and continued to output.
Two worlds formed inside and outside the yard. The four people outside the yard seemed to be in a state of stillness, silently watching the strange scene.
Both arms of the Iron Scale Buddha were almost cut off, and now it was the turn of his thighs. Large pieces of flesh and blood were "competing" to fall down.
Qin Zhaoyue was completely confused.
According to her common sense, how could an arm with no muscles and only a skeleton left continue to swing its fist?
But the Iron Scale Buddha acted as if nothing had happened, and his attack speed didn't even decrease.
Arms, legs, torso, and finally cheeks...
Like a bloody pantomime, cruel yet filled with a certain strange elegance.
At a certain moment, the attack stopped, and the blood color in Iron Scale Buddha's eyes dissipated like the tide.
He stood there in a daze, as if waking from a dream.
I subconsciously lowered my head and saw the pile of flesh and blood that buried my legs.
What's going on?
Is this skeleton his body?
Bewilderedly, he looked up at the enemy opposite him, "You..."
As soon as he uttered a word, it was as if a switch was turned on and his skeleton began to tremble violently.
The "ge ge ge ge" sound of joints rubbing against each other sounded extremely harsh, and then... it fell down with a loud bang!
Qin Zhaoyue didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment.
That was a real person, but it seemed like... the end of a pig-butchering video I saw in my previous life.
All that was left was a pile of clean-shaven bones, the kind that would make even a dog cry.
At this moment, the prison around Dou Zuan suddenly expanded, covering an area of ten feet, but it had not yet completely solidified.
Black fog rose from the prison, making it look eerie.
Having lost his target, Dou Zuan turned around and looked outside the yard.
Qin Zhaoyue immediately took a step back and hid behind Yinzhe.
He had just "killed" someone, and with the dagger in his hand, there was still a crazy curve at the corner of his mouth.
This look could have been thrown into a horror movie, and Qin Zhaoyue was a little scared.
Dou Zuan raised his head slightly and glanced at them with a perspective that Qin Zhaoyue was very familiar with.
"Hey, isn't this Lord Yinzhe? Where have you been eavesdropping today?
I always listen to gossip secretly, and I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
What’s the point of having good looks? Who are you showing off to by making a sullen face all day long?
No wonder she’s still unmarried at such an old age. She’s like an old maid.
Girl, give me a smile."
Broken Ink: ...
Qin Zhaoyue: ...
Yin Zhe narrowed his eyes...
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