: chapter 15

-Taikoo Phoenix, a very evil look.
Zhou Hui pulled everyone behind him and whispered: "Skip out when there is a gap, don't look back, and take the weasel together."
Nine-Tailed Fox asked in a soft voice: "Don't you say that there is no wrath like Phoenix?"
"Phoenix Mingwang does not have it, the ancient beasts have it. He has too little strength now, and this kind of evil can't support it for long, but it was still terrible at the time of the attack. Don't be stirred into the muddy water."
The Nine-Tailed Fox looked a short distance away, and it seemed a bit unbearable as a beast, "Yellow Fatty..."
Zhou Hui said: "Don't ask, let's go!"
Chu He turned around and walked towards the Maha nailed to the wall.
His face doesn't look like it usually does anymore. The Phoenix tattoo penetrates half of his body, and Ling Yu is falling on his side face, showing a strange golden red light, and the cold pale skin color, especially strange; eyes It was dark and cold, like something inorganic, staring at Maha without any emotion.
Maha opened his mouth and could not make a sound.
He closed his eyes tightly, and the pure green arrow that penetrated the abdomen was pulled out the next second. The arrow brought out a fleshy flesh and sprinkled on the ground, then the throat was twisted and thrown out!
Maha's body traversed the rugged tunnels and rocks like a cannonball, "Boom!" and smashed it to the net of 90 million mantras. At the same time, Chuhe's figure disappeared in situ, and when Maha was rebounded by inertia, he appeared right in front of him. He grabbed him again and threw it back into the grotto!
Boom! With a loud bang, the surrounding tunnel centered around the grotto was shaken down by large swaths of mud and gravel.
Mahabo fell into a pile of huge cracked rocks taller than humans, breathing out intermittently. Through the blindfolded sight of the blood fan, he saw Chu He stepping step by step, surrounded by a huge blue flame in the void of his body, and its violent degree even the walls and the ground in the grotto were burned and creaked.
When the weasel demon died, he knew something was wrong. It was two very different things to make a life under Chu He's eyelids and eat a few snacks from his father.
He knew his mother, Chu He was a person with too many things hidden in his heart. He lived for too long and too long. The tens of thousands of years have allowed him to form his own set of guidelines. He has different judgments about light and darkness, nobleness and lowliness from ordinary people. For example, he never thinks that Zhou Hui’s origin of the sea monster is humble, and he never feels that Zhou Hui’s refusal to convert to Buddhism is wrong; and that he committed a felony condemned by the day, he was only after shock and sadness. I tried my best to protect immediately, but did not show too much anger and incomprehension to myself.
But some things are different.
Some things have different meanings in his eyes.
Maha struggled to get up, gritted his teeth and backed away. He shook the whole body when he touched his feet, and felt the ground was amazingly hot. The huge stone became very brittle due to excessive heat, and it was cracked when he stepped on it.
He has missed both swords, and if Chuhe comes over, he has nothing to block. But at this time, it was actually no different. Chu He stared at him straight. The overwhelming pressure in his eyes was simply unimaginable. Maha only stepped back and touched his back. The wall subconsciously stopped.
"Mother..." he said hoarsely.
Chu He walked in front of him and did not speak, raising his hand was a slap.
-There was no difference between that slap and the head of the Buddha’s palm for nine days. Maha thought that he had already flew out, his brain was buzzing, and a lot of warm liquid was pouring out of his ears, nose, and eyes. Then came the cold-the kind of cold with too much blood loss.
He felt that he must have regained consciousness after a century, but in fact it was only a few seconds.
He did not fly out, but the whole person was completely and completely trapped in the stone wall. His eyes could not be seen clearly because of bleeding, so he did not know how spectacular the scene in the hall was at the moment.
The stone walls, pillars, ground, and all accessible places in the grotto are cracked. The deep crack centered on him, covered all the stone walls in a terrible creak, and even went through the hole to the outside tunnel.
Fortunately, he could not see clearly, otherwise he would not even have the courage to struggle.
"Are you going to kill me... mother," Maha gasped with blood, and countless vertical and horizontal blood flows down his face, his voice intermittently with a weird twist: "Then you come... come on, Come and kill me. Isn’t Heaven Dao...wouldn’t you be disciplined if you’re not disciplined? Vajra was angry and killed in the wild,..."
Chu He choked his throat with one hand, and lifted him out of the stone wall, and the countless small stone chips rustled down.
"I shouldn't send you to heaven." Chu He looked at him and said, "It's my fault that you become like this."
He raised his hand and slapped it again. Then he hit the head of Maha violently and then backed up. His head hit the wall, and most of the grotto suddenly turned into powder in the terrible collapse!
Mahabo broke his blood, and he felt he was dead.
The feeling of death seemed to be nothing more than that. His soul floated high, almost indifferently looking at his incomplete body under his feet, slowly drifting toward the vast return to the ruins of the 33rd heaven.
The fragments of countless memories, as if with a flash of light, floated from the long river of time, like thousands of scattered butterflies, gently lowering their wings.
He grew up in heaven.
He had practiced in front of the Buddha since his childhood. The snow-white shackles boundless sea of ​​lotus, clock and drum every morning and morning, chanting and chanting for three thousand years. He didn't understand why he was sent to the 33rd Heaven. Until one day he asked the Buddha, he realized that his father was still in the blood of eight thousand feet. The Phoenix Mingwang reached out to spend ten million demon souls, and he was the only one that couldn't get through.
What about my mother? Maha asked.
The Buddha did not answer, it took a long time to say: "Phoenix cannot teach you--"
"--He has lost faith in heaven."
He did not believe in heaven.
Maha opened his eyes, his eyes were almost melted by blood, his bones were broken, he didn't know why he hadn't died.
Since you doubt it all, why do you force me to believe it?
Maha was eager to ask, but he kept bleeding in his mouth, and his voice seemed to be hazy under the deep water. He knew he must be embarrassed, but he didn't know why at this moment, he didn't care at all. For a moment he even thought that it would be like this, just with all the unsolved and doubts, die in the arms of his mother.
He remembered many years ago, he had made such a pious wish in the ear of Phoenix, saying: I want to be like you.
I want to be like you, and I want to believe what you believe in.
What was Phoenix's reaction at the time?
He didn’t smile as usual, squeezed his face, and put a small kiss on his eyebrows; but stared at him motionlessly, with deep and complicated things in his eyes. A trace of sorrow.
"Don't do this, Maha."
"You will become a monster, will be struck by thunder, and crushed bones..."
Thunder strikes, crushing bones.
The moment when he actually committed a felony and endured condemnation, the phoenix was actually struck by the sky. The phoenix turned into a real body covered with boundless thunder sea. The feathers and tail feathers fell like a rainstorm, and the wings and flesh were burned. Even the bones creaked in the burning of the skyfire. Phoenix burned his real body to protect him, and saved his last life.
The absurd and funny feeling swept through Maha's heart. He suddenly wanted to ask Chu He, do you regret it now?
Do you trust the belief that you can't hold on to future generations, do you regret it now? You sacrificed the child you barely saved to nothing, and now it becomes an evil existence that scares you, do you regret it?
In the past farther ago, you gave up the opportunity to become a Buddha and fell into the 33rd heaven, and combined with a monster in the blood sea, now finally regret it?
Maha gasped and raised his blood-stained hand, as if he wanted to reach Chu River.
However, Chu He raised his hand for the third time, and hit him in the face.
--Snapped!
Chu He's hand was caught in the air.
He looked up and saw that the golden and red phoenix tattoos on his face and body had disappeared, and he returned to the usual calm and very cold look. The face reflected in the pupil:
"...Vatican," he said hoarsely.
Mozun Fanluo leaned down from the air, grabbed his hand, and smiled: "Since it's just a normal slap now, it doesn't matter if you can't beat it."