Does it really have nothing to do with Xu Xian? Of course not, the terrifying thing about the mother-child eyes is that repeated conceptions make people want to die (harmony), leading to spiritual collapse in endless panic.
Ximen Duck, who suffered the most, has not been able to get rid of his misfortune, which is proof.
One time Chu Feng was bored and checked with his spiritual sense. He never thought that more than three hundred years later, Ximen Ya had created a race that had multiplied to its peak.
"Xu Xian, I will fight with you!"
Feihu, who thought he had been fooled, spent all his strength and pounced from the air, as powerful as a scourge and unstoppable.
However, even if they are eggs, anyone struck by the mother's eyes, whether they are people, animals, plants, or objects, cannot escape the fate of being weakened to the end.
Bang, a muffled sound! The flying tiger's huge body fell to the ground, causing dust to fly, and its two sharp wings wilted and drooped.
"Oh, Xiaosheng understands, you are the second child."
Xu Xian, who was dragging a 14-foot machete, said something that almost made Feihu vomit blood.
"Ben, I will definitely kill you."
Feihu gritted his teeth angrily, and tears of sadness flowed from his tiger eyes. He thought that Feihu was also a famous demon king in the demon clan, but today he accidentally fell into the hands of a little person and got pregnant.
"Xiaosheng estimates that you won't give birth to a second child for a while. Just lie down on the ground and settle the fetus. Don't move any more to avoid inflating the fetus."
Xu Xian suppressed his laughter, ordered Feihu, and dragged the fourteen-foot-long machete toward the location of Jigong, Shenlong, and Fuhu Arhat.
On one side is a young man dressed as a scholar, dragging a 14-foot machete, and on the other side are two monks and a dragon. The scene is particularly touching.
"Xu Xian, you are struggling to drag such a long knife, and you still want to fight. The poor monk advises you to take back that weird magical power immediately. This is the last advice of the poor monk. Once you do it, your soul will be scattered and you will die without a burial place. .”
Seeing his own horse being tortured so miserably, the last trace of Buddha nature in Fuhu Arhat's heart disappeared. He ignored the look in Jigong's eyes and issued a naked warning.
Xu Xian seemed not to have heard it. He stopped and stared at the 14-foot machete in his hand. He frowned and said, "It's too long. It would be better if it was smaller."
As he finished speaking, the fourteen-foot-long machete became twelve-foot long.
“A little smaller”
Xu Xian looked happy, this thing seemed to be able to grow bigger and smaller according to his thoughts.
This time, the machete became nine feet long.
"No matter how small, no matter how small..."
The machete finally became one foot long, which was very handy.
"Machete, machete, whatever I want, big"
Xu Xian muttered something, and without saying any greeting, he slashed out with his knife.
The one-foot-long machete turned into a hundred-foot-long giant machete at the moment it was swung out. With the sound of compressing the air, it struck at the Crouching Tiger Arhat.
Due to the huge gap in cultivation, the stunning sword missed and only left a huge crack on the ground.
With the crack as the center, continuous explosions occurred.
“Good knife”
Xu Xian stroked the machete that turned into a foot long machete, with a look of doting on his face, as if he was touching his own son.
"Xu Xian, since you are seeking death, I will help you."
Fuhu Luohan was completely enraged. He threw out his magical weapon, the rosary, and fought Xu Xian in the air.
As for Xu Xian, he used his machete to attack Fuhu Arhat's rosary, while squinting his eyes while looking for an opportunity. He looked like he was ready to release his momentum, which made Fuhu Arhat have to reserve some strength to protect himself during the fight.
The two temporarily entered a stalemate stage.
Jigong was still standing on the side. With his status, he couldn't attack a drug-addicted mortal with Fuhu Arhat.
Shenlong had no worries in this regard. What happened to Feihu made it feel like something was hurting its own kind. Seeing that Xu Xian's attention was all on Fuhu Arhat, it took the cold shoulder and launched an attack.
The huge dragon body showed unprecedented dexterity, and its speed was incredibly fast.
"Xu Xian, suffer death!"
Here, the Crouching Tiger Arhat suddenly burst out with murderous intent, and was crushed by powerful magic power.
Xu Xian, who rolled out, narrowed his eyes without hesitation and released the power of Zimuhe.
The tragedy happened. The Crouching Tiger Arhat's head was slightly tilted, and by chance, the water vapor hit the oncoming dragon.
"Fuhu, what is this? Could it be?"
Shenlong remained still, his voice was urgent and a little trembling.
Fuhu Luohan, who was also stiff, had a look of sympathy and blame.
"You guessed it, it's the thing that hit Feihu just now. I'm fighting with Xu Xian, why are you coming up to me?"
Finished!
Shenlong's eyes were instantly covered with tears of sadness. If he had known it would not come up, it would have been enough for Feihu to be unlucky as a demon, but now he was added to it.
boom!
The dragon's huge body fell to the ground, and its abdomen swelled, as if it had swallowed a small mountain in its belly.
Feihu, who was lying on the ground unable to move, heard the movement and raised his head to see that Shenlong had also been hit, and his eyes instantly showed relief.
This kind of good thing is finally not the only thing that the demon can enjoy.
"Feihu, you"
Feihu's eyes made Shenlong very uncomfortable.
"Shenlong, you'd better be ready to give birth. According to my experience, your first child will come soon."
Feihu seriously reminded Shenlong that he was worthy of being a demon about to have his second child.
"Yin"
Shenlong's sad tears could no longer be suppressed and flowed out of his eyes, quickly forming a puddle on the ground.
On the other side, Xu Xian and the Crouching Tiger Arhat were in a stalemate. Xu Xian was not good at cultivation, but his elusive eyes were so powerful that he could hardly resist from the front, and the Crouching Tiger Arhat didn't bother to do a sneak attack from behind.
It can be said that if the Eighteen Arhats had not maintained their identity, no matter which one came out, Xu Xian would have been dealt with long ago.
"Shenlong, how are you?"
After all, he was helping himself, so he fell into the trap, Fuhu Arhat asked with concern.
"I feel like I'm about to give birth."
Shenlong's abdomen expanded again, unlike giving birth to a baby.
"You are miserable"
Feihu's tone was full of sympathy.
"Xu Xian, Xu Xian, I have something to say."
The dragon, who was afraid of giving birth to a bunch of machetes, said hurriedly.
"you say?"
Xu Xian looked at the dragon that was exactly the same as in myths and legends, with a strange expression. This thing seemed not as powerful as the legend, and it was trampled under his feet as a mount.
"Xu Xian, as long as you take back this magical power, I, I, will turn around and leave, and will no longer participate in this matter."
Shenlong assured.
Xu Xian chuckled and looked at Shenlong like a fool.
"Shenlong, you are just a mount. You can leave as you please without asking whether the Dragon-Subduing Arhat agrees with it. Besides, I heard the master say that most of the monsters who join Buddhism have made big mistakes. While receiving the protection of Buddhism, , and also lose freedom.”
Shenlong's expression froze, he was really not good at lying.
"Shenlong, you can't fool this kid."
Feihu on the side shook his head.
"so what should I do now?"
Shenlong sounded worried.
"Get ready to have a baby, I'm pregnant with my second child."
Feihu looked resigned.
