"What a sin!"

The Mahayana Buddha looked at the iron-clad monks who were chasing after him like mad dogs, and looked up to the sky and sighed in a rather helpless tone. At the same time, the flesh on his face kept crackling and falling down.

Originally, the injury was almost healed last time, but because of someone's experiment, he fell back to the original point and recuperated from the injury. It took two years to recover from the injury. Although he was not completely healed, at least he looked like a human being.

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As a result, when a person was sitting at home, trouble came from the sky. A large group of chaotic people suddenly jumped out, named him and wanted to deal with him, and beat each one of them with sticks without any moral ethics.

"boom--"

A powerful and heavy iron rod struck down, and the earth suddenly collapsed, and the shock wave swept across all directions. The rolled up land was like a wave, spreading in all directions, sweeping and falling.

"boom--"

A stick does not end, but is like a signal that the game has begun. The vicious attacks came one after another, without giving the trio any time to breathe.

The Mahayana Buddha resisted countless times, and the flesh and blood that had finally condensed were basically destroyed. Everyone could only see a golden skeleton, running for his life.

"Ahhhh!!"

If it weren't for the fact that his injuries were not dealt with easily, he would have used a method similar to the method of disintegrating demons, and at the expense of his own vitality, he could have escaped just like when he escaped from the hands of the two iron-bar monks in the past.

"boom--"

The monks were salivating at the huge reward given by Dharma King Tsedan. The more miserable they heard the Mahayana Buddha scream, the more excited they became.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that these people have a change of heart.

But the incompetent rage can only prove that the so-called son of the witch——[Pfft——] is extremely weak.

Just by finding the information, you can get valuable training resources.

If you could capture him alive, how much would you get?

Everyone doesn’t know, but it must be an astronomical number.

Our Mahayana Buddha watched helplessly as he became more excited due to his own screams, as if infinite power was pouring out of his body, not to mention how confused he was.

"boom--"

A large group of people rush forward one after another. If the chasing monk in front is exhausted, the monk behind will immediately rush forward and be responsible for the relay bombing.

It's not that no one has ever thought about swallowing a huge reward alone.

However, after all, the opponent is the descendant of the legendary witch, who knows what big move he has.

Furthermore, it is better for a person to eat alone, and he should be careful when walking on the plateau in the future. Who knows, at some point, an iron rod will come out from behind and hit his head.

Monks don't fight or grab, that's what they say to the outside world.

If we really have no desires or pursuits, and the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng will accompany us all our lives, what kind of demons can we cast down and what kind of demons can we eliminate?

Since everyone is watching eagerly, let's simply join forces together. The first one to capture will naturally be the first one, and the subsequent ones will be distributed according to the amount of effort.

Therefore, some more pragmatic monks really waste no effort at all.

After exerting your full strength, hide behind and recover.

After you recover, you can perform your best again.

Anyway, if you gain more points to attack effectively, everyone will see it, so when allocating the credit, there will definitely be a bias.

They were fighting hard. As the BOSS being attacked, Mahayana Buddha was really ready to die on the spot.

It has been six hours since the conflict began.

For twelve whole hours, there was no rest in between.

Moreover, the more people gather, the more people gather.

When the pursuit started, there were at most a dozen people. As time went by, there were now at least hundreds of people following closely behind.

With his injuries, he could withstand twelve hours of indiscriminate bombardment. To tell the truth, he truly deserves to be called the son of a witch. He really can withstand beatings.

"This guy's bones are too hard!" The monk, who had swung six or seven sticks in a row, retreated to the rear group with a slight breath, and said angrily.

He exerted his full strength and hardly caused any obstacles to the target. The remaining people in front of him could at least stagger the opponent and slow down his escape speed.

Based on my performance, I'm afraid I won't get many points.

"Could it be that Dharma King Tseden already knew that [Pfft——]'s bones were hard and wanted to capture him and bring him back to Bufa Monastery to use as a sandbag? I heard that Dharma King Tseden has unlimited energy every day and fights with martial arts every day.

The monks clashed with each other with iron rods in the monastery. Every time they finished, they looked dissatisfied."

At the same time, the person who retreated from the front position with him continued to talk with gossip on his face.

The Mahayana Buddha heard every word of the conversation of the monks at the rear, and was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

In your eyes, I can only be treated as a punching bag, right?

If the tiger doesn't show off its power, you think I'm a sick cat!

Unfortunately, no matter how much anger he felt in his heart, it could not change his embarrassment of being unable to fight back.

"Ahhhh——"

Unable to hold it back, he started howling again.

Then, he was beaten even harder.

When it hurts, the howl sounds louder.

A bigger one, and the iron rod hits harder.

There were two groups of people, one was shouting vigorously and the other was fighting vigorously.

On the other side, Dharma King Tsedan, carrying one hundred and twenty iron rod monks, was walking on the road escorting Suolang.

That's right, He Zhao received the news and strongly requested to accompany him.

In response to this, the Dharma King, who could not resist him, directly ordered his troops and horses, and led one hundred and twenty elite disciples from the Wu Monk Academy to come out in full force.

Nothing else. I am afraid that something might happen to an outstanding disciple accidentally. Who will I go to for the second half of the exercise?

In short, be sure to do everything possible this time.

A group of them ran wildly along the way, following the marks left by the monks who were chasing the Mahayana Buddha.

At the seventh hour, fourteen hours later, the main force was finally found.

Nowadays, there are about 200 people dedicated to chasing down the unlucky guy.

I only joined the main force in the past six hours, which is a bit too late.

But, can I at least have a sip of soup?

Just hit two sticks and wave the flag to cheer, how much effort can be spent.

Is it cheap? If you don’t take advantage of it, don’t take advantage of it.

Mahayana Buddha, suffering.

I thought that when I was born, I would be so high-spirited that I could sweep all the temples on the plateau. But the gap between reality and fantasy was actually a bit big, and it was so damn cruel.

When he looked back, he saw at a glance the one hundred and twenty warrior monks, or iron rod monks, brought by Dharma King Tsetang.

One glance, just one glance, almost made me faint.

Good guy, more than 200 people have already refused, and more than 300 people are close to 400. I am afraid they will really die today.

"Everyone get out of the way."

He Zhao controlled Suolang and yelled angrily, then picked up the iron rod of a monk next to him and flew toward the Mahayana Buddha with a crack.

Upon hearing this, the large troops in front turned their heads and looked around.

Seeing the leader, Dharma King Tsedan, he hurriedly made way for a road leading to the sky.

Righteous Lord, he is here!

However, unlike what was expected, the Dharma King, who was covered in muscles, did not take action. Instead, it was a child, carrying an iron rod that did not match his size, and walked straight from the "Tongtian Avenue" to the golden skeleton.

"Ah this."

So brave!

The person involved, Mahayana Buddha, looked sad.

When a tiger falls in Pingyang, it is bullied by dogs; when a dragon swims in shallow water, it is teased by shrimps.

How dare a mere child come to beat Him alone with a stick?

I don’t want to lose face!

What do you think I am?

"Ahhhh——"

With a venting roar, he was immediately attacked by countless big sticks.

There is no way, they both have a tacit understanding with each other.

Once he lets out a miserable howl, he will definitely receive special care from countless people. This is because everyone feels that this is a good opportunity to gain merit and must not be missed.
To be continued...