Chapter 49

"The details are really in place!" Ling Ping An raised his head and looked at the monster that suddenly came out of the ground!

I couldn't help but give the game maker a compliment!

"If federal game makers have this level Why not take money out of my pocket He sighed.

Unfortunately, there seems to be no recharge channel in this nightmare legend.

This is a bit of a pity.

"Outsiders!" One head of the giant xudera hung down, and a figure in the shadow said, "get out of here! Otherwise I don't mind. Let my lab have one more test sample! "

"NPC can talk?" Ling Ping'an was shocked: "is it a cut-off animation? Not like that? "

He quickly contacted the official, and got the answer: Nightmare Legend game adopts the latest artificial intelligence algorithm, realizes the intelligent and personification of game characters, and can interact with players, and players' behaviors and choices may also affect NPC!

"Gan!" Ling Ping An couldn't help but say in his heart, "is there such an advanced one?"

But think about it carefully, it seems that the federal empire may have such technological strength!

Because all previous federal Centers have always been willing to spend money on education and research.

In the annual budget, the expenditure on education and scientific research is said to be "not allowed to be reduced by 10 cents.".

Even in the economic crisis, the Federal Center would rather cut the military expenditure and the royal family's expenditure, rather than spend a dime on education and scientific research.

Because who moves who steps down!

Thinking like this, Lingping will no longer doubt.

"A little boss dares to talk a lot!" He had a sneer in his heart.

But in order to maintain his image and fit in with the culture and tradition of the game, his face is still plain as water.

Just hit Ji Shou and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, you are looking good!"

While speaking, he has quietly consumed 20000 nightmares, lighting up new skills in the skill bar.

The nightmares that he managed to earn were reduced to a single digit in an instant.

"I will use you to sacrifice the flag!" Ling Ping An thought, continue to go forward.

The whole person's appearance is solemn, unspeakable compassion is sacred.

And as he went on, one after another of the Golden Lotus blossomed from his feet.

Where they passed, the broken and flattened bones of the dead were covered by the holy lotus.

Flowers of Buddha light come down from the sky.

"Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha! Good! How good

Then, one by one, twisted and painful shadows floated from the bones.

They growled and struggled in agony.

Finally, in the Golden Lotus and Buddha light, the black fog on the body is washed away.

The pain and resentment gradually dissipated.

Their twisted figure gradually returned to normal.

Then, all of a sudden, these souls understood something. They looked at the spiritual peace together. Qi Qi Jishou sang a promise: "my Buddha is merciful, universal beings, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha."

In the beginning, only these souls were chanting.

But, slowly, in their singing voice, underground stones, one by one, jumped out.

One by one, Shi Zui began to open his mouth: "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Then there are weeds and flowers on the ground.

Their stems, leaves and flowers also opened their mouths and chanted: "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Finally, even the clouds in the sky seem to have a long mouth: "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

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Chu slightly widened his eyes and watched with open eyes. The giant figure of the senior monk was like King Kong Ming king, stepping forward.

The Golden Lotus blossomed from his feet.

"This is..." Chu slightly swallows the mouth saliva: "at least Luohanguo position living God monk!"

Chu Wei once heard from her elders that fifty years ago, when master Jinguang of Mount Emei was alive, he called together believers and monks to give lectures.

The master was walking like a tiger and stepping on a golden lotus. When he was speaking, he was dazzled, relaxed in body and mind, eliminated all kinds of diseases, and completely dispersed when he spoke.

It is a pity that even those eminent monks have the limit of longevity.

On his 108 year old birthday, master Jinguang summoned his disciples to explain the future affairs, and then passed away with a smile.

Since master Jinguang, there is no monk in the world.

Now, in front of her eyes, she saw with her own eyes a living arhat.

This makes Chu Wei's heart can't help pounding.

But she soon found herself wrong.

Because this senior monk is far more than Luohanguo.

He read a sentence in a low voice: "Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha! Good! How goodThe golden lotus blossoms.

Smallpox came down from the sky.

A twisted dead soul is released from the corpse that imprisons them.

Then, they are washed away by the Buddha light of resentment, pain and resentment.

At the same time, it also washed away the evil law that controlled them.

Then, one by one, they put their hands together and chanted the Buddhist saying: "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on earth!"

As they sing.

The stones and flowers on the ground and the clouds in the sky seem to give birth to wisdom: "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha

A continuous stream of Buddhist Chanting.

From the air, from the earth, sung by people, by the soul, also by flowers and trees.

The whole world, it seems, has joined the grand sacred chorus.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha

In this sacred chant, Chu felt that his body and mind were baptized.

The body's fatigue and the fear of this strange nightmare world, little by little dissipated.

"The law of heaven and earth depends on one word!"

"This is the cultivation of living Buddhas!" Chu was slightly shocked.

However, people in the shadow of Hydra are totally different.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha

The continuous chanting of Sanskrit is like the gangrene with bones.

Not only in his head, but also in his soul.

It shakes his mind, corrodes his determination, and even modifies his thoughts.

Let him immerse himself in the memories of the past.

Let him immerse in the years when he was weak.

In a trance, he suddenly gave birth to a kind of "I am really guilty of a terrible crime. I should go to the Bodhisattva to repent and ask for forgiveness!" The idea.

Fortunately, he is determined.

At the moment when the idea came into being, he suddenly bit his tongue.

So he woke up immediately.

Break free from the Sanskrit.

But

Although he can break free.

However, his mount, the nine headed snake given by his master, obviously did not have such firm will and strong determination.

Click! CLICK!

The nine heads of the huge nine headed monster fell down one after another.

It had a huge hill like body and knelt down.

Nine rotten, maggot's head, that has been rotten in the orbit of the eye, actually and people shed tears.

Frame!

The Hydra kowtows wildly.

Nine huge heads, very rhythmic kowtow.

The kowtow voice, as if to say: "ask for mercy, for mercy, for transcendence! Ask the holy monk to surpass me

Seeing this scene, the necromancer behind the Hydra finally collapsed.

He did not dare to face the strange and powerful monk again.

When you turn around and run to the castle on the cliff in the distance.

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