Chapter 133 The Buddha's face is so big

Chapter III. The Buddha's face is so good

Yong Bowen did not hesitate to make a gesture to the two yellow scarf wrestlers who pressed the time wheel.

One of the yellow scarf wrestler put his hands into the chest of the Shilun Yaotong. The Shilun Yaotong roared shockingly, and the whole body gradually blurred. The other yellow scarf wrestler suddenly put his head in front of the Shilun Yaotong and made a hisssing sound, as if he was pumping vigorously.

It turned out that the driving core soul of this yellow scarf wrestler was a spiritual demon, specializing in sucking all kinds of spiritual energy.

This demon body is purely supported by the power of magic and blood and food, and it is the favorite food for the spirit to suck demons.

The spirit sucking demon was salivating for the demon's Dharma body early in the morning, but he did not dare to do it because of Yong Bowen's order. He only got the order to destroy the Dharma body, so he immediately couldn't stand it and smoked according to his instinct.

But no matter how exquisite the puppet the yellow scarf wrestler is, it is also a puppet. Its eyes, ears, mouth and nose are just like goods. It can't be used. The magic body of the time wheel demon slowly disappeared. The spirit sucked the demon white for a long time and didn't absorb anything, and patted the ground with great regret.

The yellow scarf who intervened pulled out his hand, and there was already one more thing in his palm. It was at that time that the wheel demon Tong Dharma statue, raised his palm, came to his eyes to have a look, stretched out an index finger to hold the statue and gently twist, and there was a creaky sound in the palm, and the Dharma statue shattered.

Yong Bowen poked his hands into the sword box behind his back, with his left hand sword and his right hand's long-distance cloth rifle. He meditated on the Sanqingzheng/fa reduction formula in his heart, and waited for the monk to appear and give him a good look.

The four yellow scarf wrestlers also increased their vigilance with Yong Bowen's thoughts and were ready to fight.

Como also stretched out his neck overnight, trying to see if the dead bald donkey would come as promised, and couldn't help guessing which method was better between the bald donkey and the dead master. If the bald donkey wins, won't he get out of the big trouble?

Quietly, the wind blew, whining, and there was no monk's figure.

Yong Bowen alone added a bunch of puppets and stared with small eyes.

The translator was anxious about the boss. He didn't wait for Yong Bowen to ask, so he asked first, "Hey, Ye Kemo, what's the matter? You're not lying to the heavenly master! What's the matter? Is it that the great master's attitude is kind, and you are thinking about the demon moth? Let me tell you, it's as easy as pinching an ant to kill you when the Great Heaven Master destroys you, but don't treat his magnitude as a bully. You are looking for your own death!"

Ye Kemo quickly defended: "That's how difficult it is to tell me. I haven't tried it. I don't know whether what he said is true or not. If the monk didn't lie, he must have learned about the situation here through Yaotong. He was deterred by the prestige and strength of the Great Heavenly Master and dared not come to die!"

No matter what the truth is, there will be nothing wrong with sending the high hat first.

Yong Bowen is a little disappointed. He now has hundreds of yellow scarf wrestlers under him, and he has shown enough strong combat effectiveness, so his confidence has greatly increased. He wants to capture the monk alive and get more information about the time rotation.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly rolled and surged, stirring the sky above the head as if it were shaking, as if a hurricane was coming, and as if cold water was boiling, and there was a strange whine in the air.

The rolling dark cloud quickly turned into a huge vortex, just above Yong Bowen's head, covering the whole sky, just like the giant's one-eyed one-eyed looking down at the small sentient beings.

A huge sense of oppression fell from the sky, making it almost difficult for Ye Kemo to hold on his own. His mind, which had just calmed down, fluttered again. The two battles seemed to have met an irresistible natural enemy.

Yong Bowen slowly raised the long-distance cloth gun that pressed the spell and aimed it at the sky.

Suddenly, a little blue and white color was exposed in the center of the vortex, as if the bleaching dye was thrown into the black water. It spread rapidly and became bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, the whole vortex turned into blue and white, followed by a little golden light scattered from the first blue and white central army. In an instant, the light was great, and the Sanskrit sound in the sky. Smallpox rain, strange fragrance, under the golden light, the cold hell all year round is strangely warm.

The golden light spreads, dispelling the dark clouds, revealing a huge face of the Buddha covering the sky!

"Who is the evil, how dare you damage my messenger!"

The huge voice of infinite majesty resounded to the bottom of the sky.

Under the golden light, Ye Kemo's soul was about to fly away, and he couldn't look up on the ground. However, he heard the Yong Datian Master next to him disdainfully say, "What's this again? What's the year? He still pretending to be a fart Buddha. I don't know that money is in charge now. Even the Shaolin Temple is mainly about making money. Who will worship you!"

According to reason, the mage's group of people who use magic tricks and summon gods to exorcise ghosts all day long should be the group of people who believe in gods and ghosts the most. But in fact, on the contrary, they have always taken ghosts seriously, and it doesn't mean that I don't believe in using these things like atheists, but I'm not like ordinary people at all. When they see a god and Buddha, they are timid and worship a few times. This is the saying that distance produces beauty, and it is the same here, that is, distance produces a sense of mystery. Idle people can't see a real ghost in their life. Suddenly, they are shocked and don't know how to deal with it. But the mages naturally have no sense of mystery when dealing with these guys almost every day. They should respect and catch, and everything should be done according to the rules. It's like that in ancient times, ordinary people didn't have the opportunity to see the emperor. They imagined how wise and omnipotent the emperor was, but when the eunuchs around him mentioned the emperor, no matter how respectful they were, they would say, hey, that's not it? He was still a retard. In fact, this is The government of the country is at the hands of our eum!

Although over the years, it has been cut off from the access to the fairyland, and there has been no contact with those immortals in the past for a long time, after all, the foundation of the past is still there. The most typical example is that when Longhu Mountain is embarrassed Yong Bowen, the requirements are firstly asked to be served by the ghost king and the demon king, and the second is to be used by the immortals in Sanqing, which should be used by people. There is no respect at all.

Of course, although there is no sense of mystery, when you really meet the Lord, you should also be respectful. It is rare to scold like Yong Bowen.

Why is Yong Bowen so straightforward and in awe? The reason is very simple. He has already seen this move. At the beginning, when he took turns to rob the venerable of the four directions in the bloody battle at the airport, Dogeb used this trick in the last battle. At that time, Yong Bowen also saw through the so-called Buddha's birth, which seemed to be true and evil, thanks to some of the spells brought by the remnants of the reincarnation of the Qinglong Guardian.

Yong Bowen looked up at the Buddha's huge face and asked coldly, "Where did you come from? How dare you pretend to be a ghost here?" This is a true ghost, not an adjective. As he asked, he quietly operated on the yellow scarf wrestlers behind him. The most clever Huang Er immediately took a few yellow scarf wrestlers around him and took out large and small parts from the box behind him and quickly assembled them.

"You demon don't know whether to live or die. How dare you say such a wild words, that is, to see my Buddha's true body, and you don't quickly kneel down and atone for your sins!" The Buddha was furious, with a huge mouth, spitting out a golden lotus, and smashing it straight at Yong Bowen.

Although the golden lotus was spit out of its mouth, it couldn't stand the Buddha's huge face. The golden lotus spit out was actually the size of a hill, inviting a strong wind, which was as powerful as a star falling to the ground.

This time it's going to be smashed, not to mention Yong Bowen. Even such a strong yellow scarf wrestler has to be smashed into a photo on the spot.

But Yong Bowen was not afraid. With a wave of his big hand, more than a hundred yellow scarf wrestlers beside him took out the shoulder-carrying individual rocket launchers from the back box - these are all the superpowers made by Yong Bowen for the yellow scarf wresters in Yuchengshi Company - they fired at the golden lotus that fell from the sky.

Every rocket fired has a rune effect. At the time of delivery, these rockets were blank, which was also what Yong Bowen specially asked to leave blank, and then drew the corresponding spells according to his own needs. When shooting out, it would be activated by the yellow scarf wrestler's own mana, and the contact with the target was extremely powerful.

The golden lotus light masterpiece, forming a protective mask-like light ball on the surface. When the rocket ejected and hit the photosphere, it exploded two or three times in a row, and could not even touch the golden lotus body.

Although this protective cover is strong, it can't stand the fierce firepower on Yong Bowen's side. The yellow scarf wrestlers set up four consecutive rounds. Good boy, more than 400 rockets that catch up with small missiles, and even a small city can be razed to the ground. Although this golden lotus looks brilliant, after all, it's just Xibei goods are not real. The Buddha's great magic power, to put it bluntly, was just to make the magic cast down, blocking one, two, ten and a hundred, but these more than 400 could not be stopped in any case. The first dozens of them broke the protective cover, and the next ten hit the golden lotus. In the bang, the golden lotus was torn apart, and the golden light dissipated and turned into broken. The stones are smashing down all over the sky.

Huang Da, who acted as a bodyguard behind Yong Bowen, immediately bent forward, opened his arms, and blocked above Yong Bowen's head. All the falling stones hit Huang Da's body. None of them could hurt Yong Bowen. Other yellow scarf wrestlers were not afraid of these gravel, so even the main interrogation target Ye Kemo was protected at the first time, but It was those ordinary indigenous soldiers who were captured in a circle and could not run unobstructed, so they were smashed in the same place, and more than half of them were killed on the spot. For a moment, they screamed and shouted shockingly, and the situation was unbearable.

More than 300 left without obstruction, they flew directly to the Buddha's big face in the sky.

Although the big face is scary, it also has one advantage, that is, you can pull it up casually without aiming carefully.

The golden light in the Buddha's eyes turned into extremely sharp light, shooting at the flying rockets. The situation was like a laser missile in the movie. Rockets were shot and exploded by golden light. For a moment, they roared endlessly, and the sky burst into the sky. Duoduo sparks, but the rocket came too quickly and densely. After the golden light swept the circle, it still missed more than a dozen, all of which hit the Buddha's big face at all.

The Buddha's face blossomed, and his whole face floated endlessly, and there seemed to be a faint disperse.

Yong Bowen looked back at the busy Huang Erzhongli and happened to see that he had set up the things.

The thing is long and conical, with a pointed head and round buttocks, and small wings on both sides of the buttocks. It is mounted on a tower. The pointed head is more than ten meters long and short. It looks like a missile from a distance and a missile at a close look. It looks like a missile no matter how it looks at it. In fact, it is just a missile!