Vol 3 Chapter 906: Konjac

His voice was like a slap in the face, and it was like a soul attack. Those people were stunned, and there was a short-lived loss, and then they immediately retreated.
Konjac is a creature from the Mozu. There are not many people who know the Holy Spirit. But in the Buddha's domain, everyone talks about ochre.
This is a creature that can absorb the life of the soul, not only relying on the power of the soul to grow, but also can breed in the process.
Their true power is not strong. As long as they are discovered, even a single star can kill without any difficulty. It is really terrible. After accidentally entering the body, it is almost dead.
Once someone is recruited, it can only watch the other person quietly die. If there are other people coming forward, once the two sides have physical contact, the konjac will instantly penetrate into the other person's body. Prevent it.
The konjac has no realm. Before it enters the body, it can be said to be the weakest creature. Once it touches the body, its lethality is even more terrifying than the Buddha's power.
This is the experience that the Buddhas have suffered from countless deaths and injuries.
Just as the great man went forward, the monk explained the role of the konjac to Zi Zi and Qing Yi.
"That said, the konjac is almost invincible creature?" Qing asked in confusion.
The monk sighed: "Okay, maybe only the Holy Spirit can cope."
Zi Yan looked forward, and after the power came forward, it was not to save people, but to indicate that others should not approach.
Next, whether it was the injured monk or the ones who were preparing to enter the battle, they sat down and began to chanting.
The painful Holy Spirit, who heard these chanting voices, seemed to gradually forget the pain, and he sat down.
It can be seen that the blackness on his face is increasing.
He is also chanting.
Buddha light shines from his body, Baoguang, full of compassion, if it is not the black gas that sometimes appears, he looks like a good monk who gets the true meaning of the Buddha at a young age.
Unfortunately, he is going to fall.
The monk also came near, looking at the Holy Spirit, his hands together: "Amitabha, good and good."
At this moment, everyone is compassionate, but it is also sad.
They can't do anything, they can only watch the family die.
Qingyi stood by and watched silently. She was powerless and her heart was awe-inspiring.
The purple scorpion walked forward, passed through the crowd, and came to the front of the Holy Spirit.
At close range, he knelt down and looked at each other, or looked at the blackness on his face.
It is indeed magic.
His vitality is dying, the magic is growing, or the konjac is growing.
The purple scorpion reached out and seemed to touch each other.
"Purple, what are you doing?" The monk shouted.
The other people who chanted the eyes opened their eyes, and after seeing this scene, their faces changed.
The chanting stopped.
"Door, no!"
The Buddha can shouted: "The konjac has no method of cracking, and it will die when touched."
The Holy Spirit, which was swallowed by the konjac, opened his eyes at this time. He saw the purple scorpion that was close at hand, and his look changed. The body immediately stroked back and kept a distance from the sable.
"The donor, do not go forward, the konjac in the poor, there is no chance of survival." The Holy Spirit said.
Purple is still there, he looks at the Holy Spirit and says, "I want to try."
The monk came to the purple scorpion and grabbed him. "The Buddhas have almost tried all the powers. No one can survive. Do you think you are more powerful than those who are powerful?"
Zi Yan smiled and said: "You are not saying that I am the first person."
The monk said again: "The Holy Master has also tried it, but after the konjac has entered the body, it is integrated with the life of the boarder, and there is no solution at all."
Other monks nodded, especially the power, very worried about the purple.
Zi Yan looked at the monk and said seriously: "But I still want to try."
"Are you serious?" The monk's face changed.
Zi Yan nodded: "I always feel that there is a miracle happening to me."
The monk shook his head again: "This is not a joke. The Buddha is not weaker than the Holy Ray. The power of the Buddha is different."
The monk is deliberately reminding Zi Yan that he has to overestimate his strength.
Zi Yan nodded again and said: "I know, but I still want to try it, if it succeeds?"
"Ok."
The monk no longer insisted, because he is very clear about the temper of the purple.
No one can change as long as he decides.
The Qingyi on the side is very worried.
That power is even more to come forward to persuade.
"Time does not wait for people, if you do not speed up, you can finish." Zi Yan walked toward the front.
The Holy Spirit in the konjac, once again retreats, "The donor, your good intentions are received by the source of the Holy Spirit, but the little scorpion has already cultivated the Buddha, and no longer let the Holy Source harm the donor."
The shape of the purple scorpion disappeared from the air, and the next moment has already reached the side of the source.
He did not hesitate to shoot, the palm of his hand on the shoulders of the source.
The dust fell.
For a moment, the sounds that were previously stopped disappeared, and there seemed to be an instant silence in the air.
No less than ten Buddhas are powerful, standing around, silent.
They all know the identity of the purple scorpion and intend to stop him, but it is faster.
Right now, they can only hope that a miracle will happen.
Qing Yi looked at Zi Yan, compared with other people's concerns, she looked forward to more.
Because she guessed what the cuddling of the sable is, I want to see it now.
Just when the palm of the purple scorpion was placed on the shoulder of the holy source, the konjac that had swallowed the life of the holy source was divided into parts and came to the purple.
It is like the speed of electro-optical light.
In the blink of an eye, you can enter the body of the purple.
It was just at this time that the purple light was shining between the fingers of Zi Yan, like the most solid wall in the world, blocking the konjac on the other side.
No matter how the konjac twists forward, it is impossible to break the golden light.
This is the soul of the purple scorpion!
The soul of the ghost ghost soul!
Seeing this scene, everyone’s eyes are bright, as if they saw a miracle.
In fact, this is already a miracle.
No matter whether the purple scorpion can save the holy source, this hand alone proves that the purple scorpion can't die.
Of course, the defense is not the purpose of purpura, just after his soul power blocks the konjac~EbookFREE.me~The purple fingertips have the soul to appear, like the golden thin line, into the body of the holy source. .
Then, the silk lines found the konjac, and then they layered each other.
On the face of Shengyuan, the color of pain is revealed.
Zi Yan said: "Take up again, wait for the other to find it."
At this moment, Zizi is very cautious, but it still causes great damage to the Holy Source, because this is an invasion of external forces.
The soul of the sable is spread through every meridian of the body of the Holy Source. Once the trace of the konjac is discovered, it will be tied.
Until the last konjac was caught.
Then the sable is like fishing, and starts to pull the line.
The pain has increased more than a hundred times, and Shengyuan made a painful cry.
At this moment, he felt his bones as if he had to be forcibly removed from his body.