Cyber Daming

Heavy rain on the streets.

The four-armed evil god looked up to the sky and roared. The arm holding the bowl of human bones swung down and smashed it down, but only made a huge pit in the empty and uninhabited ground.

Li Jun, who swayed sideways to dodge the blow, stepped forward again, raised his foot to step on the opponent's wrist, jumped into the air, and hit Mahakala's chest with a fierce knee.

boom!

A horrifying depression appeared in the evil god's chest, and his body staggered back.

Li Jun twisted his body and took a mouthful of liver and lung essence in his mouth. His waist and spine were rolling like a dragon and python, and his right leg was like a spear sweeping across the evil god's head.

puff!

The four-armed Mahakala spewed out foul-smelling black blood from his mouth full of fangs, while his knife-wielding arm swept towards Li Jun's falling body at the same time!

The ferocious wind was no longer invisible in the drenching rain, and the splashing raindrops made Li Jun subconsciously squint his eyes.

Pieces of lines as rough as armor were all over the fist edge, impacting the moon-shaped knife that was slashing horizontally.

Zheng!

With a clanking sound like the collision of iron tools, Li Jun's body fell to the ground, and his feet moved backwards against the slippery ground, plowing out a ravine with rolled mud and rocks.

The evil god also regained his balance, and his face that was smashed by Li Jun's leg recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Baima, who was standing on top of the evil god, looked neither sad nor happy at the moment. He was condescending, his Buddha eyes were slightly lowered, and his eyes were full of ridicule when he looked at Li Jun.

Li Jun raised his eyelids and met the eyes of the Bodhisattva. The surging blood boiled to its peak in an instant, and the hot body temperature evaporated the cold rain into misty white mist.

The method of stinging officials, six levels!

Out of step!

boom!

A three-foot-deep crater was blasted into the ground of the long street, and the roaring sound of rain was covered by the roaring sound of fists.

Li Jun's figure flashed in front of the evil god's ferocious face, his arms stretched out like two powerful bows, already fully stringed!

The next moment, the sound of the muscles springing apart was like a bow string breaking, the punch was like a powerful arrow leaving the string, and the shadow of the fist all over the sky fell down.

The fierce fist power washed over the raised Buddhist vessel, passed over the burly body of the evil god, and hit the hair on Pema's temples.

boom! boom! boom.

The drum-like banging sounds continued, echoing in the empty streets.

Skull bowl, moon-shaped knife, trident

Sharp fangs, human bone rosary beads, tiger pattern robes and skirts.

Whether it was swords, guns, swords or halberds, or flesh and blood monk robes, they were all blown to pieces in an instant.

The whole body of the four-armed Mahakala was trembling endlessly, and the deep shouts in his mouth gradually turned into shrill roars. Shocking depressions were spread all over the upper body, and the blue and black flesh was completely eroded.

The power of Bajiquan!

The muscles and bones are divided!

See the dragon and take off your armor!

The four-armed Mahakala was like a detached cannonball, rolling and flying upside down.

Li Jun, who was covered in hot blood until his lips were dry, did not hesitate at all. He ran out and appeared beside Baima in a blink of an eye. With his five fingers like hooks, he clasped towards the opponent's door.

The four-armed Mahakala was beaten into a puddle of mud by Li Jun. Pema obviously did not expect this result.

At this moment, she was flying in mid-air with a frightened look on her face. She showed no reaction to the five fingers that had been clasped in front of her eyes, and seemed to have given up resistance.

The blood-colored palms covered the face as white as jade, and Li Jun grabbed the thin body like a rag with one arm and slammed it to the ground.

Boom!

In the collapsed pit, Baima's bones were broken and his tendons were broken, and he was twisted into a weird posture at the bottom of the pit. Where the head should have been, there was only a dazzling scarlet color left.

Li Jun stood at the edge of the pit, his shirtless upper body shrouded in mist, his stretched muscles covered with green veins, and a faint whistling sound coming from his clear blood vessels.

The high-speed pumping of his heart made Li Jun's eyes red. He licked his chapped lips and slowly squatted down by the pit.

"This is your Buddhist kingdom. If you want to hide, I really won't be able to find you in a short time. But when people outside break open this Buddhist kingdom, you won't be pretending to be dead, but you will be really dead."

Li Jun, who was talking to the corpse, seemed crazy.

The moment he finished speaking, a ghostly black shadow like a mountain quietly appeared behind him.

Boom!

A huge fist sank into the ground up to the wrist, and the cracks that spread were as wide as two fingers, which showed the huge force on it.

Li Jun's figure appeared ten feet away, raising his eyes to look at the 'resurrected' Buddhist evil god in front of him.

His hair rises like calamity fire, and his beard and eyebrows are as blazing as fire, but the facial features on his head are no longer the scary green-faced, fanged look, but look exactly like Pema!

The familiar scene reminded Li Jun of the dead Zhang Qinglu.

In Huang Liang's dream, the other party had also become one with a statue of Emperor Zhenwu.

"These are the same tricks you guys play."

Li Jun looked contemptuous and said with a smile: "It's really nothing new."

"You're better than him."

What came out of the evil god's mouth was Pema's calm and indifferent voice.

No need to explain, Li Jun instantly understood who the "him" in Baima's mouth was referring to.

The solitary martial artist Yuan Mingfei said died fighting in Sangyan Temple.

"We did not send him to reincarnation, but forgave him for the murder he committed. Now he has taken refuge under the Buddha, has sex with the goddess day and night, and is willing to dedicate himself to cultivating a body that can carry the Buddha's birth. .”

Baima slowly pulled out his fist that was submerged in the ground, and clasped his arms in front of him: "And this will also be your destined destination."

"Bullshit."

The warrior raised his eyebrows, and the evil god lowered his eyes.

Between the two of them, everything was dark.

The people and gods facing each other at this moment all know that any words are feeble and only blood can convince people.

Why does Buddhism have Dharma protectors? Because they also know that the lotus blooming at the mouth is sometimes not as angry as the vajra.

Without any warning, Li Jun and Baima took action almost simultaneously.

The evil god's four arms were entangled with densely packed golden Sanskrit characters, and his whole body exuded an aura that made Li Jun extremely disgusted. He was like a sideways moving mountain, flying towards him.

This dislike does not come from Wu Xu's genes.

Because in Wu Xu's instinct, he only felt contempt for Fo Xu.

Buddha on the couch, Bodhisattva in undressed clothes.

Even today, when Wu Xu has declined, when Li Jun saw Baima for the first time, he still felt like he saw a wandering warbler soliciting customers on the streets of Jigo District.

In fact, for Li Jun, making money in this way is not shabby.

He just eats the food of the poor to accumulate money, and does terrible physical charity.

This is so fucking shabby!

Boom!

The two fists collided together without any fancy!

Dots of broken bright yellow light drifted past Baima's surprised eyes, but the other pair of eyes were full of murderous intent!

Li Jun, who saw that the five gods had opened up the four gods, although his body was not as strong as Pema's four-armed Mahakala, he was equally strong and terrifying. He crossed his palms and slapped away the fist thrown by Baima, swayed behind him with his footsteps, twisted his body and extended his elbow, and hit Baima hard in the back!

But to Li Jun's expectation, Baima's figure only swayed slightly. It seemed that the blow was just a breeze blowing on her face and could not cause any harm to her.

rub!

Chills filled his heart, and Li Jun suddenly pushed back with the soles of his feet, leaping back two feet between the lightning and flints, barely able to avoid Baima's sweeping kick.

After pulling away, Li Jun was shocked to find that the big moon hanging above his head seemed to be obscured by dark clouds and had disappeared.

And the only light remaining in the entire Weiyang Long Street is the light emanating from the Sanskrit characters on the body of the god Baima.

Countless gibbering chants swarmed in from all directions, constantly forcing their way into his mind.

What's even more weird is the evil god standing in front of him. His flesh and blood are boiling and surging. His dark skin color quickly fades away and is replaced by fair and smooth skin.

The chest, which was originally a mass of muscles, rose up to a shocking extent, and the tiger skin robe and skirt hanging around his waist also fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the ferocious evil god turned into a beautiful female monk.

The four arms that still existed were clasped together in front of her body, and Pema's ordinary face was now unparalleled in beauty, exuding a breathtaking charm with every frown and smile.

Li Jun felt an uncontrollable heat rising from his lower abdomen, and his clenched fists felt increasingly weak.

The color is a bone scraping steel knife.

"The body of Mahakala, this is one of your Wu Xu's favorite images of charity. The corresponding place is on the lotus seat where the Buddha preached, under the watchful eyes of countless Xiangji slaves who have had their great revenge."

boom!

In the unfinished words, the two bodies collided heavily, and the four arms clasped each other for strength.

Baima looked at Li Jun who was so close. The expression between her brows was no longer cold and indifferent. There was a rich and greasy charm, and her sweet breath sprayed on Li Jun's face.

"Don't you want to try it?"

But what she responded to was a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

"I never play with these nonsense!"

The smile that spread on Baima's face froze in an instant, and suddenly turned into endless gloom and malice.

The charming aura mixed in the air turned into biting ice, squeezing Li Jun's body crazily from all directions.

This feeling was like being plunged into an endless deep sea, and the huge pressure actually made Li Jun's breathing somewhat suffocated.

Dragging Wu Xu's consciousness into an illusion, causing them to lose the flesh and blood bodies they relied on, suppressing and weakening their consciousness.

What was once a place of debauchery is now a place of killing.

This is Fo Xu's greatest weapon against Wu Xu, the home field advantage of Buddha Country on Earth!

"You were as wild as a fire just now, and now you see that I won't hand over my gun, so I'll pour a basin of water on you."

Li Jun smiled and said, "You bitch, you can fall out pretty quickly!"

"die!"

Baima looked like he was angry and angry, and hissed sharply. He clasped Li Jun's wrist with both arms, clasped his other two hands into fists, and slammed them down.

Li Jun lowered his head and withstood the blow with his back. The ground beneath his feet was cracked, and scarlet blood spots hit the gravel.

"It seems that the level of Buddha's Four Great Krishnas is just like this?"

Under Baima's horrified gaze, the martial artist in front of him slowly raised his head and exhaled a mouthful of bloody hot breath.

"Maybe you have some other backup plans, but I have something to do outside this time, so I won't waste time with you."

The energy flowing between Li Jun's mouth and nose represents the energy of the liver and lungs that eats dragons and tigers and suddenly changes from white to red.

A pungent smell of blood spread.

Baima pursed her lips tightly and said nothing. She raised her clasped fist high and was about to smash it down again.

But suddenly, a sharp pain suddenly surged into her heart.

The arms that were originally restraining Li Jun suddenly folded and broke, and the thick white bones stubble pierced the flesh and blood.

"By the way, I'd like to remind you that when selling, you need to be honest and honest. It's your professional ethics to engage in some flattering personal activities. There's nothing wrong with that."

Li Jun grinned: "But other than that, don't get too close to Wu Fu!"

Insight into the five gods, all five gods come together!

The method of stinging officials, 70%!

boom!

A fist with distinct knuckles hit Baima's face, dazzling blood splashed out from the impact point, and the collapsed facial bones made a creepy cracking sound.

The huge pendant on Baima's chest swayed up and down, and her body staggered backwards, but Li Jun stepped forward and stepped on the sole of his foot, kicking his left foot directly above his knee.

There was a crisp sound, and Baima instantly lost his balance and tipped over.

Boom!

The punch he swung from the bottom up was like a bell, and the terrifying force knocked Baima's huge body off his feet from the ground!

"ah!!"

Baima, who was nearly unconscious from a series of heavy blows, finally came to his senses under the stimulation of severe pain and let out a shrill scream.

In an instant, the ground of the entire Weiyang Street shook crazily, like an earth dragon turning over, and huge bottomless ravines burst out.

But the scene outside this block has become as stagnant and stiff as the scene in a painting, blurring into a blur of colorful blocks that cannot be seen.

This is a sign that the Buddhist kingdom is about to collapse.

Baima, who was shocked to realize that he was actually a plaything, made a desperate decision and decisively chose to give up the scene of maintaining the Buddhist kingdom, turning all the calculation power of cause and effect into the degree of Buddha's sound and suffocating pressure, which enveloped Li Jun's body.

Only in this way can defeat be turned into victory.

Or maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.

"Eighty percent!"

Thoughts were still surging, but the two cold words that followed completely shattered all the luck in Baima's heart.

Li Jun's figure was like a bone-eroding demonic shadow, occupying Baima's sight again. The fear engraved in her genes made her subconsciously raise her remaining arms.

But these movements are a futile struggle at this moment.

Click.

The arms that were blocking the frame were smashed directly by Li Jun's fierce and domineering fists. He stretched out his hands to clasp the two forearms and pulled them hard!

There was a weird sound of cracking silk, and both of Baima's arms were forcefully torn off, and the blood spurted out was no less powerful than the pouring rain.

Li Jun casually threw away the stump of the limb in his palm, moved his feet and ducked behind Baima.

His ten fingers were inserted into the shoulder blades like knives, he bent his knees and pressed his back, the veins on his arms popped out, and his posture was like a fierce horse parting its mane.

Phew!

All four of Baima's arms were torn off by Li Jun in an extremely violent manner, and he fell to his knees slumped on the ground.

"Although we have never met, I would like to offer you a stick of incense today!"

Li Jun pointed the five fingers of his right hand together like a knife, and swung it down at Baima's neck.

The kneeling Buddha is the incense of worship, and the splash of scarlet is the floating smoke.

A warrior respects a warrior.

Respect is to never bow down until death!

"What do you mean?"

In Weiyang Long Street, Yang Gu ignored the Jinyi guards surrounding him and stared at Fan Wujiu with a cold expression.

"Do I need to translate what I mean?"

Fan Wujiu sneered and said, "It's very simple. Either you continue to stay here and everyone will be in peace. Or you can continue to argue and I will continue to train you, delicate and expensive Taoist masters!"

"you"

Being threatened face to face by a small soldier, Yang Gu had never experienced such an insult before, and an evil fire rushed into his heart.

The people in Longhu Mountain behind him also showed dissatisfaction. For a moment, the red light illuminated by the talisman illuminated Fan Wujiu's eyes scarlet red.

The scene was tense and on the verge of breaking out.

Yasha stuck out his tongue and licked the rainwater on his lips. He gently rubbed the trigger with the fingertips of his right hand, and the palm of his left hand had already touched the handle of the knife at his waist.

Among the people in Jinyiwei, there are many people who behave like this.

This was the experience given to them by Li Jun, a member of the Hundred Households. When he met a new monk from Daoxu, he would say: when the enemy retreats, I advance; when the enemy advances, I rejoice. Stab in the stomach first, then chop off the head.

"call"

At the moment when everyone's nerves were on the verge of breaking.

A long exhalation sound suddenly sounded.

"stop!"

Yang Long, who was standing silently in the crowd, suddenly changed his expression, opened his mouth and shouted angrily, "Put away all the talismans and seals! I tell you to put away all the talismans and seals!"

Yang Gu was startled by Yang Long who looked like an angry lion in front of him. Before he could react, he was grabbed by the collar and dragged behind him.

Yang Gu, who was confused, was about to ask, when he saw Yang Long clasping his hands and bowing towards the distance.

"Yang Long, the master of the Longhu Mountain Road, has seen hundreds of households of Lord Yan."

Among the crowd of Jin Yiwei, Li Jun stepped out with a tired look on his face, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "You are a Taoist priest who reacts very quickly, what a pity."

pity? What's a pity?

Yang Gu looked confused, and Yang Long's furious voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Of course it's a pity that you didn't fucking do it and didn't give him an excuse to kill us all!"