The two eyeballs that had been destroyed by me bulged again and returned to their original shape in an instant.
I was shocked. Could Zhou Dawei's blood have such a great effect?
The lights in the collection room suddenly began to flicker on and off violently, and the filaments made a clicking sound.
"No, it's going to..."
Before we finished speaking, the giant Buddha came to us in a swish, its arms raised.
"Ah..." We instantly dispersed.
But we escaped, but one of Zhou Dawei's men did not escape.
There was a clicking sound, and the man's head and spine were pulled out again.
Horrible.
Another person died, bringing the total to 64.
"Two more to go."
Everyone gasped.
But Zhang Dajun soon made a decision.
"We can't delay it any longer, we don't have time."
He gritted his teeth, a look of resignation on his face.
"It looks like something has to be sacrificed."
"Zhang Ting, do you want to..."
Zhang Dajun looked at me.
"I'll hold it back later, and you have to tattoo it as quickly as possible."
I instantly understood what he meant. He wanted to sacrifice himself and use his life to buy time for me.
But I tried it just now, and the tattoo didn’t work at all. The pattern I just drew disappeared in the blink of an eye.
I don't know the reason at all.
Seeing my expression of embarrassment, Zhang Dajun grabbed my arm and said anxiously: "Why are you still hesitating? This time we must succeed."
I stamped my foot hard: "Okay, I promise you that you must succeed."
He nodded heavily, turned around and rushed towards the Buddha resolutely.
He was very fast, and we thought he would have a fight with the Buddha to delay as much time as possible.
But in fact, Zhang Dajun had no intention of doing this at all, because he knew that even if he tried his best, the battle with the Buddha would not last long.
The Buddha can rip off his head in an instant.
So when we looked over, we heard a pop.
Then there was a splash of blood.
Zhang Dajun tried his best to hit the Buddha's outstretched arm.
The arm of the Buddha penetrated his body forcefully, like a mutton skewer penetrated by a bamboo stick.
The Buddha's movements stopped instantly.
We were all stunned.
Zhang Dajun's mouth was still spurting blood. He used his last strength and weakly uttered one word: "Quickly..."
"No, Zhang Ting..." Xia Qingqing shouted heartbreakingly.
I came back to my senses, suppressed my grief, and arrived behind the Buddha in a short step. I climbed up in a few clicks, wrapped my legs around the Buddha's body, quickly picked up the paintbrush, and brushed the horn a few times. The immortal's human face was painted on the back of the Buddha, and then he quickly picked up the silver needle and prepared to thread it.
Even though Zhang Dajun used his own life to hold back the Buddha, he definitely couldn't hold him back for too long.
I thought that Zhang Dajun's blood would inspire the ferocity of the Buddha just like Zhou Dawei's blood, but in fact it was just the opposite.
Zhou Dawei's blood indeed inspired the ferocious nature of the Buddha.
But Zhang Dajun's blood stopped the giant Buddha.
I don't know why, because I can't think too much about it.
"Hurry, hurry..." Xia Qingqing shouted at me with tears in her eyes.
"Zhang Ting bought you time with his own life, you must succeed."
However, what made me despair was that in the blink of an eye, the portrait of the rhinoceros that I had just painted disappeared again.
Damn it, I cursed inwardly, beads of sweat already forming on my head.
How can this be fixed?
Suddenly, Lan Yue's voice came: "The paint will disappear, then try it with your blood."
These words made my heart tremble and my spirits instantly lifted.
Yes, at present, this thing is very sensitive to human blood.
Zhou Dawei's blood inspired its ferocity and restored its destroyed eyes.
Zhang Dajun's blood caused it to stop instantly.
Then my blood...
I am a soul stabbing master after all, so the blood in my body should have a certain suppressive effect on the Buddha, right? At least the image painted in blood won't disappear.
I quickly bit my finger, endured the pain, and quickly drew a portrait of the horned fairy on the Buddha with my own blood.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... ten seconds, it didn't disappear, the portrait didn't disappear.
I suppressed my excitement, picked up the silver needle, dipped it in ink and started coloring.
After all, it was just an avatar, not very complicated, and I moved very quickly, so I finished most of it in more than ten minutes.
"Quick, the Buddha seems to be moving again." Xia Qingqing shouted anxiously.
Sure enough, Zhang Dajun's blood couldn't hold it back for long, and its arms began to move slightly again.
I hastened to speed up.
But the next second, there was a snap, and the Buddha's arm suddenly swung, and Zhang Dajun's body was thrown out.
"Quick, quick..."
I was so anxious that I gritted my teeth and kept moving my hands.
Fortunately, the Buddha's arms can only be stretched forward and upward, but not behind.
It's done, it's done.
I made the last stroke, but almost at the same time, the Buddha's arm suddenly grabbed my leg that was wrapped around him and pulled hard.
If an ordinary person pulled like this, the leg would be pulled off directly.
After all, this thing can forcefully pull out a person's head and spine. How powerful it is.
Fortunately, there is the power of heaven and earth in my body, which resists its power, so although it hurts from being pulled, fortunately it is not serious.
"Dude, are you done with the tattoo? Come down as soon as you're done." Lu Fei shouted anxiously.
The tattoo is complete, but there is still a final step to pierce the soul.
But I didn't see the soul of the one-horned fairy at all.
I felt a chill in my heart. Didn’t it mean that as long as the god in the divine tattoo is tattooed into the tattoo, his soul will automatically enter the tattoo from the divine tattoo?
Why is there no movement?
Damn it, are you trying to trick me?
At this time, my situation was already very dangerous.
The Buddha tugged once, but did not pull off my leg, and then followed it with a second and third blow.
Although I use the power of heaven and earth to fight against it, I can't fight it for long. If this continues, my legs will definitely be pulled off.
Big beads of sweat fell on my head, and I gritted my teeth.
"Damn it, Unicorn, please come out."
Suddenly, a blurry black shadow jumped out of the divine tattoo and entered the tattoo with a swipe.
I felt happy.
"It's done..."
As soon as I shouted two words, I felt a pain in my leg, and the Buddha's arm grabbed my leg again.
I quickly released my strength, and my body instantly became limp. Although I no longer had the strength to fight it, I would not be torn apart by it again.
But its arms lifted me high and then threw me hard.
This force was so strong that I knocked several wooden shelves in the collection room away before my body fell heavily to the ground.
All the bones in my body were about to fall apart, and I was in so much pain that I couldn’t even hum.
What's worse is that the giant Buddha has teleported to Xia Qingqing and the others, and raised his arm to grab Xia Qingqing's hair.
"Ah..." Xia Qingqing screamed and closed her eyes.
"Stop, evildoer." A rich and powerful voice came.
The giant Buddha's arm stopped only a few centimeters away from Xia Qingqing's hair.
How dangerous.
"Nie Zhang, back then I sealed your seven orifices, severed your five internal organs, and threw you overseas. I didn't expect that just a few decades later, you would be able to cause trouble again."
"It's a pity that you are unlucky this time and met me again."
"I am your nemesis, hahahaha."
We were all stunned there, and soon discovered that the sound came from the Buddha.
It's that tattoo.
It's a unicorn.
At this moment we know that we are saved.
