Chapter 503

"Go, chop the Buddha for me." With both hands, from the two thunders fighting in the void, a thunderbolt comes down, and cuts hard on the Buddha's shadow.

Boom! Crackle!

A golden thunderbolt cut through the sky. The light was more than the Buddha's shadow, and it directly hit the sky cover of the Buddha's shadow.

Click...

the light of the Buddha's virtual shadow suddenly became darker, a little golden awn was scattered, and the Buddha's virtual shadow was covered with spider like cracks, as if it would break at any time.

Thick black smoke came out of the Buddha's virtual shadow, which made Chu Xuan's eyes straight. He didn't expect the five color thunder to be so fierce.

It's estimated that if you chop up a few more times, the Buddha's shadow will be finished.

Chuxuan is not polite, then connect to lead down two thunder, a red one black two color thunder fall successively.

After the red thunder splits into the Buddha's shadow, the Buddha's shadow spills out of the golden awn even more, just like a frustrated ball. The shadow keeps getting smaller and the light is more restrained. It's needless to say that the crack is broken at a touch.

At the moment when the black thunder fell, the thunder did not arrive, only the thundering thunder and the huge strength directly made the Buddha's shadow collapse.

With a crash, the endless golden awn overflowed and scattered between heaven and earth. The Buddha's virtual shadow could no longer bear it. It broke into little golden awns and returned to heaven and earth.

The Sanskrit and Buddha sculptures that originally condensed the shadow of the Buddha fell into the dust and eventually turned into a black rolling metal droplet.

This is the metal of casting sculpture and Sanskrit, which was melted away by the extremely high temperature of thunder and became molten iron.

The Buddha's empty shadow disappeared, and the purple gold bowl was broken. The layers of Buddhist sound that had been filled in the sky and the earth finally disappeared, and restored a bit of peace.

Only the sky is still thundering, two thunder in each other, you come and I go not fierce.

In the thunderstorm confrontation, the sky constantly out of white smoke and black smoke, as well as countless arcs in the air flickering.

The sky seems to be about to collapse, becoming like layers of rippling waves, constantly distorted, all kinds of gases in the air are also under the thunder electrolysis, and the fusion of high temperature, Zila constantly volatilized, like the air began to confused, all kinds of pungent taste.

Soon, in the void where the thunder was fighting, all the gas was decomposed and finally evaporated and squeezed out. It was like a vacuum here.

In the vacuum, the color of thunder is more colorful and magnificent. It turns into a gorgeous picture in the sky.

It is more magnificent than the aurora, reflecting the whole Yunmeng village like a fairyland.

Chu Xuan can't get in, he can't control his own thunder to fight another thunder, all can only wait, waiting for the two thunder to exhaust and disperse.

However, he did not dare to be careless. After all, when the two thunder storms did not win or lose, he still had to pay close attention to it. Once there was a change, he had to deal with it bravely.

He didn't want to shiver at the end and capsize in the gutter.

And Chu Xuan's mood is the same, still have to cover the chest, the face is like the empty smell of gold paper.

He can only place all his hopes on the thunder in the sky. If the thunder fails, he and the sea will not escape.

"Ah! It's just like flying moths to the fire. I'll send them to the door to find death! "

Empty smell heart sighs, in the eyes is incomparable chagrin and regret, the face is full of bitterness.