Chapter 67

Sitting alone in his room, his wasted mind was full of master's words.

"Waste time, you can integrate this wooden fish mallet into your body as a super product medium. However, before you find the wooden fish, the wooden fish mallet has great defects, that is, the wooden fish mallet is Yang and the wooden fish is Yin. Therefore, you need to let the wooden fish mallet devour a pure Yin spirit every other month, And the grade is at least above middle grade. "

When Zhitong said this, the expression on his face was serious and terrible. There was no ordinary obscenity at all. It was just in his eyes, but with a touch of indecisive complexity.

"Master, what will happen if you don't swallow the pure Yin spirit for a month?" As soon as the wasted heart tightened, the little heart immediately raised its throat and stared at the master and asked.

"Alas!" Zhitong sighed softly, looked far into the distance, and waited for a while before slowly saying: "if you can't swallow the pure Yin spirit above the middle grade within a month, you will die because of excessive Yang!"

After saying this, Zhitong seemed very tired and regretted. He turned his body slowly and went out. Only when he went out, he gave a long sigh: "as for how to choose, make your own decision. Whether it's a wooden fish hammer or a wooden fish, it's a treasure of Buddhism. It's difficult and difficult to get it. If it's not for your bad luck, I will never tell you these words... "

The sound is long, fading away.

The only thing left was to spend a long time there alone. After a long time, I didn't know how I walked back to the room.

Staring at the wooden fish hammer lying quietly on the table, my thoughts finally came back.

"Fusion or not?" Murmuring to himself, he gently grabbed the wooden fish mallet.

Under the dim light, the dark wooden fish mallet shines a little light, soft but not dazzling. At the head of the wooden fish mallet, the Buddhist word is how hidden and how to appear. It seems that a little light dark golden awn stabbed out and directly stabbed into the depths of the people's heart.

Vaguely, the wasted eyes were stabbed and became hazy. Hazy, the wasted seemed to see that under the light dark golden light, there was an endless dark sea.

Inside, black waves billowed and covered the sky and the sun, and there were hoarse screams intertwined.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, but the rolling black clouds that covered the sky and blocked the sun turned into evil spirits in an instant. They opened their teeth and claws, showed their ferocious faces, and rushed madly towards the waste.

This evil ghost is ferocious, but I don't know how many. It's overwhelming and rolling like a tide. It makes people feel that they can't resist at all. It's really unavoidable. It's unavoidable. The wasted time immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hoo..." his thought flashed, but he broke free from the boundless fantasy of the wooden fish hammer. His whole body was dripping with cold sweat, like rain.

Gasping heavily, his face was as gray as death.

After a long time, I finally relaxed my breath. I looked at the wooden fish mallet lying quietly on the table with lingering fear. My eyes were full of panic.

"Just now, it was clear that the evil spirits and evil spirits had condensed into grievances. Looking at the overwhelming appearance, I'm afraid there were no fewer than hundreds of millions of them. Moreover, there was still the suppression of Buddhist treasures. The great virtues of eminent monks of all dynasties were dissolved with supreme Buddhist power. I can't imagine what it was like when the Buddha condensed hundreds of millions of sins in this Buddhist treasure?"

The wasted eyes are full of endless fantasies, and the blood is boiling in the chest. Especially when I know that the Buddha is the reincarnation of Lao Tzu, the ancestor of Taoism, the excitement in my heart is even more difficult to see.

After all, his current situation is very similar to that of Lao Tzu. They are based on Taoism and guided by Buddhism, and they are two generations of people, first Taoism and then Buddhism.

What makes him more daydream is that he has now obtained the magic weapon wooden fish mallet of Lao Tzu to suppress hundreds of millions of crimes. Although there are still wooden fish, he already has hope.

There was a raging fire burning in the wasted eyes, burning his whole body like boiling water.

"I will certainly get the wooden fish and integrate this Buddhist treasure!" The eyes that had some doubts became more and more firm at the moment, until finally the light was bright and people didn't dare to look directly.

He suddenly shook his fist and gave a heavy meal on the table: "time waits for no man. The opportunity of this life is against the sky. In that case, now I have a wooden fish mallet. All this is God's will. In that case, how can I live up to the bad luck!"

Hold the wooden fish mallet tightly, and the true power penetrates into it. The wooden fish mallet blooms countless dazzling lights. It seems that there is a Sanskrit singing and ringing around the beam, which makes people's spirit shocked.

"Right now!"

With a waste of drinking, the real Qi in the body came out violently and wrapped the dark wooden fish mallet directly.

With the true Qi wrapped around the wooden fish mallet, the threads are like silk, which is closely connected with the dark wooden fish mallet. The light on the wooden fish mallet is more dazzling. At the moment, the chanting of Sanskrit, which was still faintly audible, has become clear and audible.

The light and soft light, along with the continuous singing of Sanskrit, instantly shines the whole room. It is soft with unspeakable infectious power. It seems that as long as you look at it gently, you can't help giving birth to the idea of worship.

The wasted eyes were more firm and tightly locked on the wooden fish mallet in his hand. Then his palm opened and the wooden fish mallet with thousands of Buddha lights hung in the void.

"唵... Ah... Ah... Mi... Hum..."

With the wooden fish mallet suspended in the void, the waste is like a lotus blooming in the mouth. The six words of Buddhism are completed at one go, and stabbed into the wooden fish mallet suspended in the void with a little Buddha light.

The wooden fish hammer was shocked suddenly, and then the light was more prosperous, which was more closely related to the real Qi wrapped around it. Thousands of light filaments were like cocoons, forming a big light curtain.

The light curtain and the bright Buddha light transmitted from the wasted body are integrated with each other, regardless of each other.

At this time, the wasted eyes suddenly stared round and shouted, "melt in!"

"Boom..."

With his roar, the dazzling light curtain suddenly broke into pieces like glass, but the broken light curtain did not dissipate, but condensed into a huge heart in the wasted round stare.

"Bang, bang, Bang..."

The heart was still beating, and directly swallowed the shining wooden fish mallet.

If Zhitong is here and sees this scene, he will exclaim: Huixin!

But vanity didn't know this. He was slightly stunned when he saw that the broken light curtain turned into a huge heart, but he settled his mind in an instant.

Because he was at a critical moment and could not tolerate any distraction, his eyes were frozen, and his huge heart sank into his chest with the wooden fish mallet.

"Rush..."

With the huge heart and the wooden fish mallet submerged, I only felt the heat wave rolling in my chest and the blood surging. I couldn't help but say a sweet word and a mouthful of blood splashing out.

However, he had no time to consider whether he was injured or not, and quickly suppressed the violent Qi.

But not only did he, including Zhitong, think too naive. The idea of integrating the wooden fish mallet seemed feasible, but they all forgot that the wooden fish mallet was originally the magic weapon of the Buddha. It also suppressed hundreds of millions of sins. It has turned powerful and unparalleled grievances in these tens of millions of years. How can ordinary people suppress it?

Therefore, although he tried to control his Qi, the violent breath of the wooden fish mallet disturbed his efforts in an instant, making the Qi in his body a mess.

More faintly, there was black gas overflowing from the wooden fish mallet. This was the hundreds of millions of powerful grievances in the wooden fish mallet. When they smelled the smell of strangers, they wanted to escape one by one and give up for rebirth.

The wasted face turned pale in an instant, without a trace of blood.

"No! I don't want to hang up like this! "

In his heart, thick unwilling poured out, making him want to shout, but there was no sound.

The surging Qi and blood has stirred the wasted body into a mess. In the seven orifices of eyes, ears, mouth and nose, blood seeps out, and the whole body is full of black gas, overflowing from each pore.

The hundreds of millions of strong grievances have waited for thousands of years, and finally waited for the opportunity. One can imagine the madness.

In the rolling black air, the wasted face can be ferocious, and the blood flow in the seven orifices is like a column.

Although his consciousness is extremely tenacious, it can no longer resist the invasion of hundreds of millions of grievances at this moment.

"Did you die like this?"

The wasted heart thinks faintly, and the consciousness is also blurred in an instant.

"Zhi..."

At this time, a strange voice sounded out of the window, and then a thin, light golden figure knocked open the window and rushed straight into the house.

"Zhi..."

Xiao Jin's hair stood up all over her body. Regardless of the dirt on her wasted body, she rushed straight over.

"Bang..."

Its body just touched the steaming black Qi outside the wasted body, but it was directly shaken away.

Xiao Jin quickly rolled on the ground. Regardless of the pain of falling, he shouted eagerly in his mouth and jumped into the waste again.

Once, twice, three times

After I don't know how many times of failure, Xiaojin has been scarred, bloody and unspeakably embarrassed, but the little guy didn't give up. His eyes are more tenacious and anxious.

Because the black air around him has filled the whole room and shrouded Xiao Jin in it. Vaguely, you can hear the arrogant and strange cry, and the chanting Sanskrit voice is directly suppressed.

Time has reached the most critical juncture. If you don't succeed, waste will become a devil.

"Zhi..."

With a roar, Xiao Jin's sharp teeth pricked up, and a pair of monkey claws beat wildly towards his chest. Then an unexpected scene happened.

I saw little Jin's body suddenly glittering with gold, and every hair appeared with Buddha light, reflecting it like a god monkey.

"Click, click..."

It seemed that something cracked, and then a dark golden light came straight out of the vertical crack in the middle of the little golden eyebrow.