Signing to the Goddess from Douluo

Chapter 836 The Tragic Blood Massacre

"Don't, don't, stop quickly, stop quickly, six generals!"

Seeing the six sages of Meishan face up to the difficulties with the determination to die, the three thousand grass-headed gods who were maintaining the immortal formation in Yang's mansion also roared loudly.

The six generals didn't dodge, and even attacked the Bodhisattva's ultimate move like that.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell what Li Si and the others were trying to do.

The Three Thousand Grass Head Gods are not stupid. It is natural to see that the leader of the six Meishan brothers, the General, wants to exchange his own life for the lives of their grass head gods.

Although the locking bombardment covered by the Buddha's palm was very strong, it made people feel desperate.

But the grass-headed gods also know that if the fairy formation is not scattered, their leader, the general, can still escape together.

As long as, as long as they don't care about themselves and the safety of the Yang family, they have a great hope of escaping from Guanjiangkou.

However, the move of the six generals not to retreat but to advance at this moment caused the three thousand grass-headed gods who looked directly at the ground to burst into tears.

The Six Sages of Meishan couldn't bear to watch the three thousand Guanjiangkou soldiers die innocently, and how could the three thousand Caotou gods see the leader and general who had been with each other for thousands of years, so they died for their survival.

But it is a pity that the six sages of Meishan have decided their will. Even the three thousand grass head gods want to take the initiative to go to the Buddha's palm of death, but their cultivation base is too low, so that there is no chance and impossible to die for the six sages of Meishan.

Right now, the huge team of 3,000 Grass Head Gods can only watch the six sages of Meishan die for them, and everyone can only angrily shout that they are incompetent, they are too weak, and they are incompetent and furious on the ground.

But the reality is like this, the law of survival of the jungle cannot be changed after all.

"Hehe, it's really touching."

Puxian also noticed the actions of the six sages of Meishan, and then a disdainful smile rose from the corner of his mouth, thinking that the Three Realms are really full of idiots.

The six Taiyi Golden Immortals were actually willing to sacrifice themselves to protect a group of bastards for the sake of a group of weak trash.

Puxian smiled, and he smiled happily.

At this moment, he was even thinking of taking back the power of the Buddha's palm secretly, so as not to completely wipe out those six idiot brothers and keep their remnant souls.

Then, in front of the surviving souls of the Six Saints of Meishan, he personally killed the three thousand bastards that their brothers would rather die to protect.

With thoughts in his heart, Puxian's kind face instantly showed a sinister smile.

Because just thinking about those scenes, Puxian finds it interesting, it is so interesting.

As soon as he thought of it, he did it, Puxian smirked, and secretly waved his palms, counteracting the power of the Buddha's palms falling all over the sky.

At the same time, the six sages of Meishan, flying to one place, also launched their strongest attack.

But it's a pity that even though they pushed their monster power to the limit, their attack fell on the palm of the Buddha, but they only cut through and offset a few palms of Buddha power.

Seeing this scene of being powerless to resist, Li Si and the others immediately exhausted all their Taiyi monster power, and based on their bodies, they constructed a large net to block the sky above the Yang Mansion.

Afterwards, the sky-filled Buddha's palms with the Buddha power of Da Luo Jinxian fell on the net of demon power, and then there were loud booms and violent explosions across the sky.

The vast area of ​​the high sky is even more completely occupied by the endless destructive and monstrous Buddha power.

The monster power net constructed by the six sages of Meishan was able to withstand the power of the Buddha's palm at first, but it fell down with the continuous bombardment.

Li Si, who took the lead in the resistance, was also the first to lose his vitality under the continuous bombardment of the Buddha's palm, and gradually exhausted his demon power.

And as Li Si, one of the six sages, exhausted his demon power and died, the other six sages of Meishan also began to lose their demon power one after another, and their bodies were bombarded beyond recognition and their lives perished.

In less than a dozen seconds, the brothers of the six sages of Meishan had already been wiped out one by one in the sky.

"Plop, plop, plop."

As one after another corpses fell from the sky, the net of monster power woven by the six saints in the sky also completely dissipated.

Wait until the body of the last saint falls from a high altitude.

The three thousand grass-headed gods inside and outside the entire Yang Mansion had already burst into tears, trembling crazily with anger.

But they didn't say a word, they just stared at Puxian and Guanyin who were high above and relaxed with their tears refracted in their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, I don't know who among the three thousand grass-headed gods roared the word 'kill' heavily!

Afterwards, many grass-headed gods inside and outside the entire Yang Mansion also flew up desperately, carrying endless anger and killing intent, and went straight to Puxian and Guanyin to kill them all.

Three thousand grass head gods, for thousands of years, have also gotten along with each other like brothers.

But now, the six sage generals of Meishan are willing to die for them, and the grass-headed gods are unwilling to live.

If you want to die, the brothers will die together, but before you die, all the gods want to drag Puxian and Guanyin to hell together. The impact of fear came out.

But what they didn't know was that under Puxian's keeping hand, the six sages of Meishan still temporarily retained a trace of remnant soul floating in the air under the bombardment of the Buddha's palm all over the sky.

Immediately, after the six holy remnants saw the three thousand grass-head gods rushing out, all of them trembled rapidly, as if they were about to collapse, they blocked the grass-head gods with their bodies, trying to stop them.

But it is a pity that under the Samantabhadra Dharma, the three thousand grass-headed gods could not perceive the existence of the remnant souls of the six sages of Meishan.

"No, no, no, why, why are you doing this."

Looking at the grass-headed gods passing through the bodies of his brothers and others, the six holy remnants also showed expressions more desperate than death, and sat powerlessly on the ground.

Afterwards, Puxian, who was hanging high in the sky, also moved with a smirk on his mouth, and with the power of Daluo Jinxian, he rushed into the grass-headed gods full of heavenly and golden immortals. It was undoubtedly a wolf into a flock of sheep, and the slaughter began.

I saw the afterimage of Puxian's body, and the whole person flew past among the three thousand grass-headed gods who rushed towards him with a kind of ghostly speed.

Then a few breaths passed, and a large number of the three thousand grass-headed gods fell down in such a short period of time.

And the rest of the grass-headed gods also fell to the ground one by one at the speed of scythe cutting wheat ears.

The scene of blood flowing into rivers even dyed the entire stone floor inside and outside the Yang Mansion red. Those shocking scenes of massacre were like hell on earth.

And under this kind of unilateral bloody massacre, in front of the gate of the Yang Mansion hall, a bald monk who was as angry as gossamer, crawled out with all his strength, then looked at the blood red eyes, and screamed with all his strength stand up.

"Stop it, stop it.

What you want is me alive, but if I die in this mortal world, what will you do? "