The moment the "water arrow" appeared, the brains and hearts of the two monks suddenly contracted, and their breathing slowed down for half a beat.
The strong sense of crisis made their hair stand on end, and all their strength seemed to be drained. A terrifying feeling of a creature encountering a natural enemy appeared in their minds.
"run!"
From ancient times to the present, no one has ever practiced [Xingxue Yuanxiang Sutra] like Qiu Ping.
Logically speaking, the more magical powers and spells are superimposed on this dharma, the stronger the dharma will be. But no one has ever been able to superimpose a hundred of the same magical power, because a person can only practice the same magical power once and cannot cultivate a hundred kinds.
However, if a hundred identical magical powers are really superimposed, the power of that move will definitely be terrifying.
The two monks turned around and ran away. One of them even threw his alms bowl to block them behind him.
"go!"
Qiu Ping's eyes fell on the two monks. All the gods in the True Dragon Appearance released their spells together. The huge arrows in the sky made a sharp roar, the surrounding void shook, and the sound could be heard for more than ten miles.
"Block!"
The alms bowl erupted with brilliance, and countless Sanskrit words flowed on it.
"Boom!"
It's a pity that this bowl, which can block the blasting hammers of four powerful warriors, can't even hold a breath in front of the huge water arrows. At the moment of collision, cracks appeared on the surface of the shadow.
After a wailing cry, the alms bowl flew backwards, and a large gap appeared on the edge. It looked worse than a dog bowl.
"boom."
Under the superposition of a hundred magical powers, not only the power but also the speed increased dramatically.
The arrow streaked across the sky like a shooting star, reaching the heads of the two monks almost in the blink of an eye.
The chaotic water vapor and the spiritual essence contained inside erupted together, and a terrifying storm swept across dozens of feet.
The fine water droplets seemed to be radiating, traveling back and forth between their bodies at extremely fast speeds.
"ah……"
The black robes wrapped around the bodies of the two monks immediately turned into nothingness, and then their skin quickly turned red, a large amount of blood overflowed, and their flesh, muscles, and bones were crushed into powder.
"boom!"
The violent explosion spread in all directions, and a huge hole nearly ten feet wide and three feet deep appeared on the ground.
In the pit, except for a scrapped Zen staff, the two people could not even see their bodies.
Fortunately, the group of Hu herdsmen were scared away when they fought just now, otherwise this blow and the aftermath of the battle alone would have caused thousands of casualties.
When spirits or practitioners reach this level, they can be considered little masters in the human world.
"Next time if we reduce the number of people, the body will be drained." Qiu Ping trembled. He had been tired for a day pushing the "Millstone of Two Worlds" in front of the ghost gate, and now he had consumed more than half of the mana in his body. .
Almost like a soft-footed shrimp.
However, he had time to hold back this ultimate move. His time travel would be over soon, and even if something unexpected happened, he would be able to escape quickly.
Qiu Ping's eyes fell on the scrapped alms bowl and Zen staff. His [Eight-Armed Maha Dharma Seal] requires some Buddhist utensils for practice. Since the whirling golden bowl of Luohan Zen Temple was used by him last time, this The method has never been improved.
But think about it, forget it. If there is any tracking and positioning thing in the artifact, wouldn't your identity be exposed?
Despite all safety and dangers, our little loach is still very stable in this regard.
"Buzz."
Just when he was giving himself a thumbs up in his mind, his body suddenly became unreal.
Qiu Ping knew that his time travel was about to end, so he quickly put away the powerful man. At the moment when all four powerful men turned into beans, he suddenly disappeared from the spot.
All that was left was a big hole, well, a big hole in every sense of the word.
…
"Dang Dang Dang!"
A harsh gong sound sounded, and the little loach woke up from his sleep with a startle.
After he returned from time travel, because he didn't gain anything this time, he didn't care too much. He just lay down in his small room and fell asleep.
"No, I don't want to get up."
The little loach plugged his ears and lay on the bed refusing to get up.
After all, he is also an upright eighth-grade god. How can he let such a high-ranking god work? One person is still doing the work of two people.
I am a leader, not an old scalper!
Qiu Ping continued to sleep soundly, too tired. This time, both physical strength and mana were consumed a lot.
Just when he was dazed, a hand suddenly grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
Qiu Ping subconsciously danced to break away, but saw a face with half a red mask.
"Judge Cui...Judge Cui!"
Little Loach's body trembled, and his originally groggy brain also woke up.
"The work will be delayed the next day, so I will practice an extra day."
Judge Cui put the little loach down, his tone as calm as ever.
Little Loach was moaning in his heart, but his face was nodding. Ever since he saw Judge Cui kill the Yama's clone, the person he feared most in Changning County had changed from City God to Judge Cui.
The shrimp soldiers and crabs gathered outside the house early, and half of them had already stepped onto the winch frame, struggling to push the winch.
Qiu Ping hesitated and walked to the empty space of the winch frame. His body swayed and transformed into his true form.
His fins rested on a huge log stuck on the winch, his tail touched the ground, and he pushed forward with all his strength.
"Squeak."
The winch was extremely heavy, as if it were carved out of a whole hill. Even Qiu Ping and more than two hundred monsters could only push the winch a little.
The ropes wrapped around the winch were made of unknown silk and linen. They were as black as fine iron. Each rope was as thick as an arm, and it was wound many times layer by layer.
As Qiu Ping and the others pushed forward, the rope tightened, pulling the ghost gate in the distance with it.
Anyway, with Qiu Ping's eyesight, he didn't notice how far the gate of hell was opened.
No wonder it takes a month just to open the door. Then will it take another month to close the door?
The more he thought about it, the more sad and angry Qiu Ping felt.
Cui Fan stood quietly not far away. Of course he didn't mean to abuse the little loach. He was connected to the minds of countless judges and ghost officials, and they once performed deductions on Little Loach together.
The little loach has a strong foundation and contains a large amount of spiritual essence in its flesh and blood. But he himself didn't know how to use it. Although Changyang Lord seemed to have given this boy some kind of treasure that could stimulate the accumulated spiritual essence, not even half of it was actually absorbed.
As the auxiliary officers of the City God, they, the judges, mostly dealt with accounts. How could you see such waste?
It's time to take advantage of this opportunity to hone the strength of this little loach.
The battle between Shinto and Taoism is not about treating guests to a meal. If you are not strong enough, you will die!
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