My Past Life Simulator

   "Create a crime!"

  Mahayana Buddha looked at the iron monks who were chasing after him like mad dogs, and sighed in a rather helpless tone. At the same time, the flesh on his face continued to crackle and fall down.

   Originally, he recovered from his injuries almost the same as last time, but because of someone's experiment, he fell back to the original point and recovered from his injuries. It took another two years to recover from the injury. Although it was not fully healed, at least it looked like a human being.

   As a result, people sit at home, and disaster comes from heaven. A large group of messy people suddenly jumped out, naming and punishing him, and violently beat those who didn't speak martial arts with sticks one by one.

   "Boom—"

  A heavy iron rod smashed down, and the ground suddenly collapsed, and the shock wave swept across the surroundings. The rolled land spread in all directions like ocean waves, sweeping and falling.

   "Boom—"

  A stick is not the end, but like a signal to start the game. A series of vicious attacks, one stick after another, did not give the trio any time to catch their breath.

  Mahayana Buddha resisted countless times, and the flesh and blood that finally condensed were basically smashed away. Everyone could only see a pair of golden skeletons running wildly with their heads buried in their heads.

   "Ahhh!"

  If it weren't for the injury on his body, he would have used a method similar to the method of disintegrating the demon, at the cost of depleting his own vitality, just like when he escaped from the hands of the two iron monks in the past.

   "Boom—"

  The salivating monks, the more miserable they heard the Mahayana Buddha's cry, the more excited they were for the great reward given by Dharma King Tsedan.

   Don't get me wrong, it's not that these people are a little perverted.

  It is incompetent and furious, which can only prove that the so-called witch's son—[poof—], is extremely weak.

   Just by finding the news, you can get a valuable cultivation resource.

  If you can directly capture alive, how many things can you get?

   You don't know, but it must be an astronomical figure.

  Our Mahayana Buddha, watching the iron monk who became more excited because of his screams, seemed to have infinite power gushing out of his body, not to mention how confused he was.

   "Boom—"

  A large group of people went forward one after another, if the monks who were chasing in front were exhausted. The monk behind immediately stepped up and was responsible for the relay bombing.

   It's not that no one thought about swallowing the huge reward alone.

  Yes, the opposite is at least the descendant of the legendary witch, who knows what big move.

  Furthermore, it’s good to eat alone, and you have to be careful when walking on plateaus in the future. Maybe, at some point, an iron rod will be stretched out secretly, and it will be smashed down on the head.

   Monks don't fight or grab, that's what they say to the outside world.

  If it is true that there is no desire or desire, and the ancient Buddha of Zaoqingdeng is with you all your life, what kind of demons will be brought down and what demons will be eliminated?

  Since everyone is watching, let's join hands together. The first one to be captured is naturally the head skill, and the power will be distributed according to the amount of effort in the future.

  Therefore, some monks who are more pragmatic, really do not have any effort.

  After exerting all strength, hide behind and recover.

   After recovering, give full play again.

  Anyway, if you spend more effective attacks, everyone will see it. When assigning credit, there must be a bias.

  They were fighting vigorously. As the attacked boss, Mahayana Buddha really wanted to die suddenly on the spot.

   It has been six hours since the conflict started.

   Twelve hours, without a break in between.

   Moreover, the more people gather, the more people gather.

  When the pursuit battle started, there were at most a dozen people, and as time passed, there are now at least hundreds of people following closely behind.

  With his injuries, he can withstand the indiscriminate bombing for twelve hours. To be honest, he is worthy of the title of the witch's son. He is really resistant to beating.

   "This guy's bones are too hard!" The monk, who swung six or seven sticks in a row, retreated to the rear with a little panting, and said resentfully.

  With all his strength, he hardly caused any hindrance to the target. The rest of the people in front of the top position, more or less, could at least stagger the opponent and slow down their escape speed.

  According to my own performance, I'm afraid I won't get many points.

"Dharma King Cidan knew that [噗—]'s bones were hard, so he wanted to capture him and bring him back to Bufa Temple to use as a sandbag, right? I heard that Dharma King Cidan has unlimited energy every day. The iron monks collided with each other. Every time I finished, I looked dissatisfied."

   At the same time, the person who retreated from the front position with him continued to gossip.

  The conversation of the monks in the back was heard by the Mahayana Buddha without missing a word, and he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

  In your eyes, I can only be a sandbag to be beaten, right?

  If the tiger doesn’t show its power, you will treat me as a sick cat!

  Unfortunately, no amount of anger in his heart could change His embarrassment of being powerless to fight back.

   "Ahhhh—"

   One couldn't hold back, and he started howling again.

   Then, he was beaten even harder.

  When it hurts, the howl becomes louder.

   Bigger, the iron rod smashed harder.

   Two groups of people, one screaming vigorously, the other fighting vigorously.

  On the other side, Dharma King Cidan was walking on the road to **** Suolang with one hundred and twenty iron monks.

  Yes, He Zhao received the news and strongly requested to accompany him.

   In this regard, the Dharma King couldn't help him, so he ordered his soldiers and horses, and brought 120 elite disciples from the Monk Academy, and went out in full force.

  Nothing else, I am afraid that something will happen to the outstanding disciple accidentally, and when the time comes to the second half of the practice, who can I ask?

  In short, this time we must be foolproof.

  The group of them ran wildly following the marks left by the monks who chased and killed the Mahayana Buddha along the way.

   At the seventh hour, fourteen hours later, the main force was finally found.

  Nowadays, there are about 200 people who focus on chasing down the unlucky ones.

   In the past six hours, I joined the main force, which was a bit late.

  But, at least you can have a sip of soup, right?

   How much effort can it take to hit two sticks at random and wave the flag to cheer.

   Is it cheap? Don’t take advantage of it.

   Mahayana Buddha, suffering.

  I thought that when I was born, I would be able to sweep all the temples on the plateau with high spirits. As a result, the gap between reality and fantasy is really a bit big, it's too **** cruel.

   When he looked back, he saw the 120 monks, or monks with iron rods, carried by King Tsedan.

   One look, just one look, almost passed out.

  Good guy, more than 200 people have already been abandoned, and more than 300 people are close to 400 people. I am afraid that they will really get rid of them today.

   "Get out of the way."

  He Zhao controlled Suo Lang and shouted angrily, then picked up the iron rod of a monk next to him, and flew towards the Mahayana Buddha with a bang.

  When the big troops in front heard the words, they all turned their heads and looked around.

  Seeing the leading Dharma King Tsedan, he hastily made way for a road leading to heaven.

   Lord, he is here!

  However, contrary to expectations, the muscular king did not make a move. On the contrary, it was a child, holding an iron rod that did not match his body shape, walking straight from the "Tongtian Avenue" to the golden bone frame.

   "Ah this."

  Too brave!

  The Mahayana Buddha, the person concerned, looked sad.

  The tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs, and the dragon swims in shallow water and is teased by shrimps.

  A mere child dared to beat him alone with a stick?

  I don't want face!

  What am I?

   "Ahhhh—"

   With a venting roar, he was immediately attacked by countless big sticks.

  No way, they have a tacit understanding with each other.

  Once he howled miserably, he would inevitably receive special care from countless people. Because everyone thinks that this is a good time to get credit, and you must not miss it.

   A wave of big iron sticks served, and the Mahayana Buddha took a breath.

  He found that the monks who were chasing after him would give him some time to breathe once the outbreak was over.

  However, this time is really different.

   "The Infinite Sutra of Mie Truth"!

  In Suo Lang's body controlled by He Zhao, the potential and vitality skyrocketed, causing his figure to swell several times almost instantly. Lively from a child, soared to the prime of life.

   "???"

  A group of monks who were panting slightly could not help but widen their eyes when they saw this, and their thoughts spun rapidly, thinking about what kind of exercise it was.

   "Boom——"

  The powerful Qi in his body poured into the iron rod tightly held in his hand along his arms. Then through the iron rod, it was magnified five times and blasted out. As soon as the stick fell, the earth was directly crushed by the violent momentum.

  The Mahayana Buddha was not expected in advance, and was hit in the spine unprepared.

   "Crack!"

  A crisp sound of bone cracking was heard clearly in everyone's ears.

   "Hold the grass?"

  A large group of people gasped in unison. They worked hard for fourteen hours, not to mention cracking the bones of the witch's son, at most they could beat the bones.

   Now a child came out and broke the golden spine with a stick, it had to be shocking.

   "Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka"

  The second cracking sound sounded, and the big guy focused all his eyes on the child's hand.

  I saw the iron rod held in the other party's hand. It was square and had four sides, all of which were densely packed with tiny cracks like spider webs. It's like porcelain that will shatter if you touch it casually.

   "Kacha—"

  In the end, there were more and more cracks, and the iron rod couldn't bear it, and it burst into pieces immediately, and scattered on the shattered ground.

   "Hiss!"

  The people present are all iron rod monks from various temples, so they naturally know how hard the iron rod is.

  Ever since they became Gegui in patrolling the plateau, they have never heard of anyone who can break an iron rod.

  The sticks in everyone's hands are all inherited from generation to generation.

  The ones are a little older, casually over a thousand years.

  The oldest iron rod is more than three thousand years old.

  It is so hard that it is unbelievably hard, an iron rod that can send away generations of monks. Today, they couldn't bear the pressure, and they were smashed on the spot, which had a great impact on them.

   "Plop!"

  Mahayana Buddha's eyes darkened, and he fell straight from the sky.

   With a bang, it smashed into the ruins of the earth.

   "Master Buddha!"

   Possessed by Gui, Hu Ling all stopped, and the figure sprinted towards the ruins below.

   "Get out!"

  The outstanding disciple who has shrunk from a prime of life to a child, made a brilliant stroke with both hands.

  Bufa Temple · Basic Seal · Nirvana Seal.

  Brilliant white leather, like an eraser for removing stains. Wherever it passes, everything is broken down into the smallest particles. Even air can still be shattered.

   "Hiss—"

  A piercing sound came out, Hu Ling couldn't dodge in time, and the forearm of his left hand immediately disintegrated.

   Moreover, the white horse did not stop, fiercely hitting the possessed ghost.

"snort!"

   A muffled groan came out, and most of the black mist that possessed Gui's body dissipated in an instant. Once again, it is afraid that it will not be able to maintain its human form and will turn into a stream of air to survive.

   "!!"

  So fierce, although he looks like a child, he is actually a super macho.

   A large group of them are actually at the level of mages, and only a small number of them are at the level of masters.

   Even so, it can only be played with a solid golden bone frame.

  The other two are weird and coquettish, and they can't even touch the edges.

  Who would have thought that a handprint severely injured Gui Ling on the spot.

  Two moves, just two moves, defeated the trio who had been chasing and killing them for seven hours.

He Zhao controlled Suo Lang to land slowly. He looked at the Mahayana Buddha who looked like a dog. He recalled the first time he passed through the space-time tunnel and came to the plateau three hundred years later. He couldn't help laughing. .

   "Archive."

  The third light spot in my mind was shattered, and a brand new save point was re-condensed.

   "You, you, you said at the beginning that I was a narrow-minded person who held grudges. If you offend me, you will definitely be disturbed, and the whole family will go to heaven. You still don't believe in evil, do you believe it now?"

  The Mahayana Buddha heard the words, and suddenly remembered that a man introduced himself to Him in the same tone by the lake in the past. Then, he took out all kinds of tools and tortured the enemy who only called his mother.

   "Yes yes yes is that you?"

   "That's right, it's me. You fell into my hands again, don't worry. Absolutely, absolutely, I don't have as much juice as you." After saying that, he manipulated the head of Mahayana Buddha to drive gluttony and cunning.

   "Chi Liu—"

  A **** phantom with a big belly suddenly appeared in full view.

   "Huh?" The eyes of the Dharma King Cidan almost flew out, and three consecutive eminent monks failed to evolve the gluttonous tricks, and it was a bit shocking that a small child could complete it.

   "Personally, I really want to know if the omnivorous glutton can swallow a natural god. If it can, it must have a great effect on its transformation."

  Ruthless Zhao's words made everyone present look unbelievable.

   Swallow a **** alive to serve as treacherous resources.

   No, how dare you think!

   "Hehe, it's impossible."

  Although the spine was crushed, the Mahayana Buddha was not flustered, and his mouth was still hard.

  In the world, how can there be a ghost that can eat a god.

  Shen and Gui are the same, both are immortal existences.

   Everyone can't destroy each other, they can only suppress each other through their own abilities.

   "Can you, try it and you will know?"

   After the voice fell, the blood-colored glutton with a big belly flicked his tongue, and instantly wrapped it around the golden bone frame. The mouth on the face is wide open until it swells enough to swallow a person in one gulp.

   "Chi Liu—"

  The long tongue rolled backwards, and swallowed the golden bone frame into his stomach in one gulp.

   Immediately afterwards, Mahayana Buddha entered a dark space.

  The power in the stomach pouch is very strange, no matter how he struggles, he can't tear it apart. Moreover, a force began to gradually suppress him, and was full of corrosiveness, melting him bit by bit.

   Fortunately, the melt rate is extremely slow.

  Ten thousand years have passed, at best it can corrode a little finger of His.

   "Hoo—"

  A mouthful of black fireflies spewed out, covering Gluttony's whole body in an instant.