My Past Life Simulator

  Chapter 518 517【By leaps and bounds】

  Although He Zhao entered the Bufa Temple in order to lurk, practice high skills secretly, abandoned his physical body, and possessed Suo Lang with his spirit. However, the connection between him and the Mahayana Buddha has not been cut off, but is still close.

  This thing works on the soul, as long as some shameless **** doesn't lose his soul, or the substitute cunningly breaks free from the shackles of the head of the Mahayana Buddha three hundred years later.

  The current Mahayana Buddha, at this moment, the son of the witch who has been renamed 【噗—】, never try to get rid of it.

   Unless his injuries can be healed immediately, and his strength increases to its peak.

  If not, just an older late-born baby + congenital malnutrition + seriously injured + a **** with only golden skeletons left in his whole body. Apparently, he couldn't resist the stand-in who had devoured his own kind tens of thousands of times and transformed into a **** shadow.

   After a long time, the intense burning sensation all over his body finally faded away slowly.

  He can finally breathe a sigh of relief and rest in peace.

   It was only the next second that I found that the injury that had been healed for two years was suddenly severely injured. The efforts of more than 700 days were directly scrapped, and all of them were useless.

  Nima, Bai worked hard.

  At that moment, the whole **** wanted to cry but had no tears.

  Why do I come out!

  He wanted to rise up and capture the Thirteen Temples, not to be a pervert who endured repeated torture.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

  This time, it wasn't that the famous ruthless person began to torment people again, but the Mahayana Buddha let out a roar full of resentment and resentment. The sound shook hundreds of miles, not to mention how wronged I was, the one who heard it was sad, and the listener shed tears.

   Possessed by the ghost, the spirit of the lake: "."

  The two of them also want to help the **** below, but the problem is that there is really no way.

   Leaving aside the aggrieved Mahayana Buddha, Suo Lang walked out of the smoke without a trace of scorched skin on his body. It's a pity that he was wearing fine clothes cut out of various precious fabrics and precious stones.

   "Wow!"

  Opening the closet casually, there are rows of clothes that are exactly the same as the clothes that just disappeared. There is no way, who is called the title of outstanding disciple, there is only one in the whole temple.

   "Abandoning the physical body and giving it to them to study, it's a wonderful idea for me to secretly absorb nutrients here." As for whether the Bufa Temple can research anything, he is not too worried.

  No matter what is researched, one move back to Dafa is enough to make the opponent's efforts go in vain. Suddenly, the ruthless Zhao left with Gao Gong. Three hundred years ago, there was only a chicken feather left in the Bufa Temple.

   Oh, no.

  They don't even have chicken 丨 feathers 丨 left!

   "Next, wait for the restless air of the scorching sun at noon."

  He sat cross-legged in front of the bed, enjoying the rare tranquility.

  One hundred million wisps of purple air from the sun is really not something a human can bear.

  The good thing is, he is not a person.

  One hour, two hours.

  Five hours later, the sun was strong at noon.

   Strains of restless breath fell from the dazzling sun and permeated the earth, making the ground hot and scalding.

   "Such an agitated breath, in the hands of some disciples of Bufa Temple who have cultivated Yangyan appearance, is only slightly stronger than their ridiculous smoke appearance."

  I really don’t know if it’s because the novice monks of all ages are too talented, or because the seat master, dharma king, courtyard master and others did it on purpose.

   "Thousands of years of inheritance, I don't believe they don't know about the cultivation method of "Kundalini."

   Definitely intentional!

  Suppressing the growth of some people, selecting loyal people, both internally and externally, have a hand.

   "Archive."

  The third save point in the morning shattered, and a brand new save point re-condensed.

   "Hoo hoo hoo. Hoo hoo. Hoo hoo"

   It is worth mentioning that the rhythm of absorbing the restless qi of the scorching sun is different from the rhythm of absorbing the great sun and purple qi of the rising sun.

  However, the length of time varies.

  Da Ri Zi Qi only lasts for ten minutes, while the restless Qi lasts for a full 30 minutes, and after absorption, it is not as neutral and peaceful as Purple Qi. When wisps of Purple Qi enters the body, there will be a warm feeling.

   When the anxious air enters the body from the mouth and nose, there will be a feeling of unbearable heat and burning pain. And, one wisp upon another. If the first ray is a normal burning and burning sensation, then the second ray is twice that, the third ray is three times, and so on.

  Thirty minutes passed, and the 30th ray was 30 times more painful than the first ray.

  Normal people, even geniuses, are not as strong as him, with strong willpower to ignore burning. Especially talented players, whose practice speed is ten times faster than He Zhao's, and the last ray of aura will be three hundred times faster than the first ray of anxiety!

  Replacing an adult with a child, who can bear it?

  In short, the more talented the person is, the more pain he will endure when he cooperates with the practice of "Kundalini Concentration·Yangyanxiang" in "Guangyintian".

   "Rewind."

  Others are afraid, but he is not.

  It’s just a flame, I don’t think it’s exciting enough.

  Two retracements, three retracements, four retracements.

  Ten retracements, hundred retracements, thousand retracements.

  10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

   Three hundred million strands!

   A total of 300 million strands!

  At this moment, his whole body exuded blazing heat.

  If it is not carefully controlled, once it is released, it is not clear whether the Bufa Temple will be able to survive, but the mountain will definitely be wiped out.

   At the same time, when he chose to backtrack and continued to accumulate to the thirty-first ray of anxiety.

   Pain reaches thirty-one times the first ray.

   That is to say, his tens of millions of retracements caused tens of millions of pains to superimpose.

  The good news is that every time you roll back, you will instantly refresh your own state, making all the pain before the last rollback disappear. During the period, you only need to hold back within thirty minutes!

  The bad news is that the Mahayana Buddha is numb.

  It hurts.

  He greeted it with a dazed face, endless and unlimited number of crazy superpositions. Rolling back can refresh He Zhao's negative status, but it doesn't mean that he can also refresh the negative status on him.

  Therefore, every time the file is retraced, the Mahayana Buddha will instantly feel the intense and multiplying burning sensation.

  Nima, he really can't bear it personally.

  You can’t think that I’m a **** and think I’m omnipotent, right?

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

   In the no man's land on the plateau, roars full of pain resounded through the sky.

   Possessed by Gui and Hu Ling, looking down, the Mahayana Buddha screamed like a pig, with a helpless face.

  What kind of outrageous things did that human being do, so that he was scarred and hurt Master Buddha?

  Conscience of heaven and earth, Ruthless Zhao is just obsessed with practicing kung fu, and really has no idea of ​​using this to torture Mahayana Buddha.

  Furthermore, he is the kind of person who has a small stomach and chicken intestines, but is a sheep.

  Anyway, after the 10,000,000th retracement, the Mahayana Buddha fell into a coma, and his breath gradually weakened.

   If there is no treatment, I am afraid that he will only be two years old and become a big laughing stock in Gao Yuan.

  Compared to the painful trio, He Zhao's side is much more harmonious.

  He picked up the three Gabala spiritual bone rosary beads hanging around his neck, and raised them up to make a wish.

   "Please tell me the train of thought of practicing "Kundalini Concentration·Yangyanxiang"."

   "Kacha—"

   There was a slight cracking sound, and the rosary beads burst into dense cracks, and then turned into **** of powder.

  A large amount of unfamiliar information poured into my mind.

  After a quarter of an hour, the Yang flame phase is complete.

  In the room, he waved his hand, and a hot white flame spewed out from the palm of his hand. Everything he passed, any object blocking the front, instantly turned into fly ash.

   "Faster, more powerful, and hotter than the smoke phase."

   "Next, it's the firefly phase."

   Calculating the time, it should be half past twelve, nine hours before the sun sets. That's right, the firefly phase needs the twilight energy of the sunset, which is exactly the time when the sun sets.

   Nine hours passed in a flash.

   "Archive!"

  The save point at noon was shattered, and a new save point was re-condensed.

  He looked out the window, gradually towards the sunset falling down the mountain, and began to breathe rhythmically through his mouth and nose.

   "Hoo hoo. Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo."

   Wisps of black breath rushed into his nose and nose.

  When the twilight air entered his body, he immediately felt it, which was completely different from the purple air of the sun and the restless air.

  Day purple air, neutral and peaceful; anxious air, irritable burning body; dusk air, a ray of life in the twilight.

   A wisp of twilight energy enters the body, and one strand of life energy is imperceptibly weakened.

   In other words, if you want to accumulate the twilight energy, you have to trade your own life!

  Ruthless Zhao has only two words in his mind—hold grass (a kind of plant).

  True, take your life to practice.

  Leaving aside the great sun and purple aura for the time being, just the agitation aura, the more genius a character has to endure the more pain. Nowadays, it has actually developed to the point that the more talented a person is, the faster he will die.

  Is the signboard of the orthodox Buddhist sect of Bufa Temple wrong? No matter how you look at "Kundalini", it looks more and more like a kung fu created by a giant of magic.

  The air of twilight is not as long as the first two, one is ten minutes, the other is thirty minutes, it only lasts three minutes.

  Three wisps of stagnation qi reduce three wisps of life qi.

   A ray of life energy is almost a day's lifespan.

  Three minutes, a man loses three days of life.

   "Rewind."

  The good thing is that he saves early, when the sun starts to set.

  On the other hand, due to the retracement, the Mahayana Buddha did not experience another 300 million times the flames, and because a famous ruthless person tested the temperature of the smoke phase in the morning, his injury returned to the original point and gradually stabilized.

   But, bad things happen again.

  Because he suddenly discovered that his fame had lost three strands for no reason.

   "Why is my lifespan reduced by three days?"

  The next moment, the world came to a sudden stop, and the surrounding scenery quickly reversed.

   "How can my life energy be reduced by three strands for no reason? Eh, that's not right. One strand of life energy actually reduced my lifespan by six days!"

   Before He was furious, the world paused again, and the surrounding scenery quickly reversed.

   "How can my life energy be reduced by three strands for no reason? Eh, that's not right. One strand of life energy actually shortened my lifespan by nine days!"

who is it?

   Who is harming him?

  Unfortunately, before the Mahayana Buddha figured it out, which despicable villain was secretly cursing secretly, the world paused again, and the time around him reversed rapidly.

  After 10 million times, the Mahayana Buddha felt the disappearance of the three strands of life energy in his body.

"Um?"

  The next moment, He suddenly realized that his lifespan was suddenly reduced by more than 80,000 years.

   "!!"

   A ray of life energy cut His life span of more than 20,000 years, which is equivalent to a person holding a machete and slashing at the aorta, causing blood to flow out.

   What's worse is that there are not only one stab, but three stabs.

   Then, with a dazed expression on his face, he fell into a deep sleep.

  Innate supernatural powers have no sense of longevity, or life span is infinitely long.

  It's just that once it is seriously injured, it will trigger its own protection mechanism, and by falling into a deep sleep, it will make up for everything lost.

   When it is about the same time, they will wake up from their sleep and restore their strength in their heyday.

   Possessed by the ghost and the lake spirit: "."

  The two of them couldn't figure it out at all. Why did Master Buddha, who was still fine just now, suddenly become so weak that he almost lost his breath?

   "Hiss—"

   After a while, they looked at each other and saw panic in their eyes.

  What earth-shattering disaster did that human being do? The damage he received actually forced a **** to sleep to ensure his immortality.

   "In the future, if you meet him, hide away."

   "Hmm, this person's ability to cause trouble is simply the strongest I have seen in thousands of years. Sooner or later, he will kill himself."

  The voice fell, and the two of them fell into silence again.

  According to the speed at which human beings cause trouble, each time they become more capable, maybe the one who dies first may be Lord Buddha!

  Want to cry but no tears.JPG.

   "Please tell me the way of practicing "Kundaliya Dhyana·Firefly Aspect"."

   "Kacha—"

   "Rewind."

  Everything, back to the time of sunset.

  At the same time, the Mahayana Buddha revived and returned from his deep sleep to the time period when his two years of hard work were all in vain.

   It's not that someone's conscience found out, but that he needs to go back to reset the Gabala spiritual bone rosary.

  Furthermore, let the Mahayana Buddha suffer pain in his sleep, it is better to take turns to show his face when the other party is awake.

  Anyway, after 300 years after returning, they can still be born, and by the way, they will do a big business and stir up the Bufa Temple.

   Before dawn, accompanied by endless black spots, he finally finished practicing the firefly phase.

   "Boom—"

   With a casual slap, dense black light spots fell on the table in front of him.

  After that, he saw the solid wooden table decaying crazily at an unimaginable speed.

  A breathing room collapsed into a pile of debris.

  It seems that after thousands of years, aging has reached the limit of life in an instant.

   "Sunset, Firefly."

   "Come here."

   "Crack!"

  Accompanied by the sound of pushing the door, two young monks walked in slowly.

   "Master Solange."

  The two put their hands together and bowed, and greeted respectfully.

   "Boom—"

  Two torrents of black light spots covered the bewildered little monk in an instant.

  In an instant, the black torrent passed by.

   At the same time, the two of them seem to have experienced the decay of time, and the skin, flesh and bones have all disappeared, except for two piles of powder left in place.

   "Hiss—"

  When the firefly touched the bodies of the two, their bodies seemed to speed up, and their aura quickly became stronger, but immediately plummeted downward until they became powder.

  The whole process is like: baby→adulthood→aging→a handful of loess.

   "It's kind of scary."

  His painting style is rushing towards the evil people all the way.

  (end of this chapter)