Vol 2 Chapter 2987: Bodhi body (for the silver alliance, the water is falling and the flower is added)

"Grandma's..." Quenched Xiaohua was a little stupid. Look at Xiao Hua, who is angry, and look at the Buddha Bodhi who insisted on chanting. He didn't know what to say. He finally had to scream at the devil. Hua Weidao, "I already knew that you are it is a curse! You should not leave you on that day!"
"Big brother, I am embarrassed!" Devil Xiaohua really wants to cry without tears, which is obviously the enchantment of Xiao Hua's body, but also seizes his own magic body, he is the victim!
It is a pity that Xiaohua simply ignored him, and the footsteps of the clouds fell to another place in the space. Some of them suddenly fell down. The thick fingers were very boring and circled in the air.
Seeing all the avatars are opt-out, Confucianism Xiaohua and Longmai Xiaohua are helpless. They look at each other and their body shape is slightly high. Although the two avatars have nothing to say, the move is very obvious to tell people. They also did a bystander.
Xiao Hua’s avatar had a decision. The next swallowing beast and the swallowing sky also looked at each other. The swallowing of the sky was first to fly down. He was a small character in this occasion. Previously Xiao Hua was killing. It’s not bad to kill him when he listens. How dare he say more words at this time?
The swallowing beast saw that he swallowed the sky, and he looked at the demon Xiao Hua coldly. His body shape did not retreat or rush forward. His eyes showed a hint of intriguing expression, and he talked with the previous point to awaken the important eyes. The same.
After all, it is a Buddhist scripture, and there is always a mourning to the end. When the Buddhist scriptures on the seventh floor are finished, the color of the Buddha’s shadow is slightly stagnant, and the head is raised. The face is full of blood and tears, and the Buddha Bodhi non-stop. The incomplete Buddhist scriptures on the eighth floor are still mourning. As the scriptures flooded the space, the magical gas actually showed signs of retreat, and the Buddha's Bodhidharma blended into the Buddha's shadow of the Buddha's shadow, which is like a broken bamboo. It is a lot of color, and the color is bright. Lifo Shadow collapsed rapidly in this colorful. The Buddha's light that turned into a color fell into the lottery!
"Oh..." At this time, the magic in the whole space began to boil, and the devils who were in charge of the situation began to snarl, and the devil’s Xiaohua’s arms swayed, and the sky shook and screamed. Xiao Hua will tremble with the blood of the trepidation. Falling in the middle of the magical spirit, immediately became a huge blood devil head in 1989. This blood devil head came out, and at the same time, like Xiao Hua, he looked up and shouted. However, they did not spurt the magic blood, but gave birth to unmatched suction. The hundreds of millions of tiny gorefiends born in the space from the left are not swallowed by the eighty-one bloodsuckers, but Interest, the head of these eighty-one Gorefiend heads turned out to be transparent, turning into eighty and one strange magic lines!
"Oh..." Devil, Xiaohua, snorted, and the eighty-one demon heads ignored the space and instantly blocked the eighth tower of Tiandi Tower.
Devil, Xiaohua, waved his left hand. The magic knife appeared in his left hand, and then the devil, Xiao Hua, slowly lifted his foot. Going to Buddha Bodhi, every step of the demon Xiaohua, the entire blood-dropping space will tremble, and the surrounding magical air will spray the bleeding to wash the space around! Before the devil, Xiaohua, walked to the Buddha Bodhi, it was exactly the ninety-eighth step, and the whole space shook with nine hundred and eighty-one. The whole space has dispersed despair and death!
The demon Xiao Hua looks at the Buddha Bodhi sitting on the knees, and looks at the Buddha light that has covered the surface of the lottery. The hoarse voice is like a god, revealing a kind of ruthlessness: "Do you want to go your own way?"
"Not bad!" Although I have never finished reading the scriptures of Baye Ling. Buddha Bodhi still stopped and looked up. The eyes were filled with compassion and resoluteness. "Small crickets had already made decisions when the floods fell. Xiaoyan was willing to give up for the tens of thousands of souls in the mainland. Don't talk about the ending..."
"You are forcing the deity..." The feelings in the voice of the devil, Xiao Hua, are getting weaker.
Buddha Bodhi looked up and looked at the devil, Xiao Hua, and did not blame: "Why are you born, how can you die? If you can die for hundreds of millions of souls, you are not afraid!"
Speaking of this, Buddha Bodhi’s eyes are revealing a touch of warmth and distinguishing:
Tan Yue, Xiao Yan understands your heart! I never want to make you feel embarrassed. When I stepped into the ruined mainland, I have already said it. Xiao Yan will never win the Buddha's fruit. Xiao Yan has also made a great wish. The ghosts of the ghosts are unclear. Xiao Yan will never become a Buddha! Now Xiao Xiao will re-issue the ambition, Xiao Xiao will get everything today, how will it come true? In the future, I will give it back to the river! Even if I can prove the Buddha's fruit today, I will never prove it!!"
"Since you don't want to make this deity difficult, and let it beside!" Devil said, coldly, "As long as you don't move this lottery, the deity will never move you a hair!"
"If you don't take this lottery away, the hundreds of millions of people in the ruins of the mainland will have no way to live!" Buddha Bodhi still persuaded the demon Xiao Hua. "Xiao Yu only used this lottery for a while, and waited for the Tibetan continent to be turned. Return all the merits of this South without Maitreya Buddha to the river!"
"When you combine this color, you can instantly prove the results. At that time, the deity can't control you!" Xiaohua replied, "The deity can't guarantee that you can return this Buddha fruit to Jiangliu, the deity." Can't believe you!!"
"Nan no Maitreya Buddha..." The Buddha Bodhisattva sang the Buddha's name, and then did not defend it. In the mouth, Baye Linglong slowly recited it. Under the Buddha's light, the color of the South without the Maitreya Buddha gradually changed.
"Oh..." There was hardly any hesitation. A whistling sound of a ghost and a wolf was born in the air. Before this howling, a dark knife flashed through the air, and the whole space seemed to be smashed in two halves. Xiao Hua The magic knife of the left hand finally fell to the Buddha Bodhi with all the avatars expected!
"Nan no Maitreya Buddha, South no Maitreya Buddha..." The infinite Buddha is born from the Buddha Bodhi Golden Body. "Dangdang..." The sound of countless wooden fish came from the inside of the Eight-Floral Lotus. Brushing..." The horrible count of the smallpox flashed blood from the contour of the mirror behind the Buddha Bodhi. The golden body of Buddha Bodhi was smashed in half by the magic knife, flesh and blood, the golden juice in the flesh and blood. It also filled the space of nearly a hundred feet left. In this bloody, Wanfo sorrows, Wanhua declines, and Buddha light is dyed red! The nine hundred and eighty-one transparent magical magic hair screamed at the extreme.
"Oh..." The whole heaven and earth tower is making a roaring sound. The Confucianism Xiaohua and the Dragon Pulse Xiaohua who suppress the Tiandi Tower are incredibly watching this scene. Their faces are stunned and look at the flesh and blood of Buddha Bodhi. Golden juice, the human form slowly disappeared, the dragon vein Xiaohua blinked, and asked the Confucian Xiaohua Road loudly, "Xian...Xianyou, I...I am not mistaken? This...this should be a fantasy ?? Bodhi little monk was killed by Xiao Hua? This is not possible?"
Confucianism Xiaohua did not have an interface to answer, but looked at the moment, smiled bitterly: "If the niche is expected to be good, this is true! I am waiting for the body has been enchanted! He really will Buddha Bodhi ... kill!

"Can... but why can't he still fight back?" Xiaomai Xiaohua was in a hurry. "In addition to Xianyou, only the little monk is the nemesis of Dehua, the devil?"
"Because..." Confucianism Xiaohua’s face gave birth to a kind of sacred glory, and the words were filled with admiration. "Because the Bodhi little monk is going to die for hundreds of millions of souls in the land of the wild! He wants to tell by his own death." I am waiting for the ontology, he does not have any selfishness, he can not do everything about himself, just ask me to wait for the body to take away the lottery, and break the big array of innate waters, he... with his own death, Repaying everything that is owed to the river!"
"Grandma's..." There are two tears in the eyes of Xiaomai Xiaohua. "Little monk, little monk, poor road is not as good as you!"
"Congratulations to the Taoist friends!" Confucian Xiaohua looked at the dragon pulse Xiaohua, and there was no joy in the tone. "You are crying!"
"I would rather not cry!" Long Xiao Xiaohua put out his tongue and smashed the tears in his eyes. He said, "I would rather still not know the feelings, only know the dragons of cultivation!"
"That is just a luxury!" Confucian Xiaohua looked at Xiaohua Xiaohua, and said in a word, "I still have a long way to go, I have to wait for a lot... there are still many! On this road, I got It’s better than losing it!

"But..." Dragon Pulse Xiaohua still wants to say something again. Suddenly, there is a wave of fluctuations in the space of the hole. This fluctuation is extremely weird, like a heartbeat, like a breeze, but the volatility That is the magic that surrounded the seals around the heaven and earth towers. The volcanic rushed out of a void channel. "Oh, damn..." The undulations just gave birth, and the devil, Xiaohua, roared, and the magic knife in his hand turned into a flash of lightning. In the undulations!
"Brush..." The space within a few hundred feet is like a phoenix water being split into two halves by a flying sword. There are tens of thousands of space fine lines between the two halves of the space! These fine lines are filled with magic and magical inflammation, and the demon heads hidden in the blood are roaring at the same time and swaying into the fluctuations that are also split into two halves.
However, under the head of a group of devils, like a dark current, there is a wave of faint flashing, and in this wave, a sinuous void passage disappears! It was only the moment when the white horse passed the gap, and the void passage fell on the eighth tower of the Tiandi Tower. The space of the whole tower is distorted rapidly. Confucianism Xiaohua feels that his own flower is in front of him. The body of Buddha Bodhi, together with the color of the South No Maitreya Buddha, disappears strangely in this void passage!
A group of people were shocked and hurriedly looked at the place of the volatility. I saw that the swallowing beast was standing there proudly, and there was a faint Buddha light overflowing inside the mouth of the micro-salt! (To be continued)