Chapter 126 125. Zen Heart·Fight without Defeat!
The long stick swept across everything, and the black smoke everywhere turned into nothingness, whether it was the skeleton soldiers holding swords and shields, the terrifying ghouls, or the stitched abominations like heavy tanks.
In front of Mo Cheng, they are just the same enemy. In front of Mo Cheng, there were thousands of troops, but behind him, no undead survived.
The numerous undead souls were restrained by the tombstone, and Mo Cheng scored three times to sweep away a burning road leading to the Lich.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."
The giant suture monster roared and roared, trying to intercept Mo Cheng, and struck down with a high fist, as if a landmine exploded and blasted the earth into the sky.
But the Radiant Priest was like a nimble ape. He first dodged a heavy punch, then jumped onto the giant Stitch Monster's arm, and jumped in front of the opponent's brain that was as tall as a man in a few leaps and bounds.
"The strength is good, but the face is too ugly."
The long stick burning with holy flames smashed down from the giant suture monster's heavenly spirit, igniting its skull, brain, and even its entire head. The immortal power was fragile in the face of the more tyrannical and domineering holy light. one strike.
But after killing the giant stitch monster, more undead souls came in front of them. The sea of undead tactic was always a cheap but effective tactic.
Mo Cheng swept across with his stick, and when his consciousness was fully integrated into [Zen], he actually had some energy left to remember.
Recalling the aftermath of an insignificant conversation before traveling through time.
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"So why did you choose [Zen]?"
"You've asked this question many times. Is it that important?" Mo Cheng looked at the person asking in confusion. Although he did not reject the question, the other person's question also made him a little curious, "You ask What’s this for?”
"I have a graduation thesis. The main topic is the convergence and difference between the newly developed mental martial arts system and the player's own behavior." The illusion mage pushed up his glasses and said, "We have talked about a few people who have been tricked by the mental martial arts system. I have learned a lot, and now I am busy leveling up again. You are the only one who can have a good conversation without being busy leveling up."
Well, graduation thesis, even Mo Cheng, a college entrance examination student, has heard that this is a very important project.
Mo Cheng replied carelessly: "When I was building the heart martial arts system, I was reading "Journey to the West" and I jumped right into it. It's that simple."
Tilting his head, as if he didn't understand his friend's choice, the illusion mage complained: "Sha Wujing's stupidity, Zhu Wuneng's greed and lust, White Dragon Horse's heavy burden, Tang Sanzang's cowardice and lack of opinion, plus Sun Wukong's youthful spirit Isn’t Sheng sensible?”
He didn't continue talking, not because he had enough complaints, but because there was a flag in front of him representing a PK invitation, and there was a monk who was cracking his knuckles and trying to beat him up.
"Currently, there is only a part of Sun Wukong. My [Zen] is not yet complete, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, I have no intention of completing [Zen] with the state of mind of the Enlightened One like Sakyamuni. It can't be done. As long as we are still modern people, basically Can’t do that.”
"Part? Which part?"
Mo Cheng grinned and said word by word: "Qi! Heaven! Da! Holy!"
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He rushed close to the lich three times, this time closer than before. Mo Cheng could even see the emotions reflected in the other's silver-white eyes.
A look that was mixed with many emotions, but this was not something that Mo Cheng needed to pay attention to or understand.
There is only one thing he has to do, blow up the magic shield in front of him, kill the enemies in front of him, and let these undead souls die completely.
"This is the third time." Lich's tone was very calm, with almost no emotion. "You haven't fully mastered that skill yet, right? If you can't hit five consecutive attacks at the same time, you will die."
"Is it worth doing this for a group of beings who are destined to die? They are not individuals with emotions and past experiences for you. Their life and death should not be important to you."
Yes, if he cannot hit five consecutive hits at once, then Mo Cheng will die when he suffers 100% damage reflection again. The two previous failures had reduced his blood volume to a dangerous edge.
But on the other hand, Mo Cheng, whose health has been reduced to the edge of danger, has also been strengthened to a terrifying situation. His power will be more fierce, crazier, and stronger than ever before!
"You want to bet the odds with an immortal lich?"
The silver-white eyes of Gujing Wubo met the black and domineering dragon eyes.
"Do you think players are afraid of this?!"
Attacked, fast and hard. A blow with all his strength was like a strong wind, a thunderstorm, and even a tsunami.
The world came to a standstill in an instant, and Mo Cheng officially began a bet with the lich, either this attack would use [Time Lock] to defeat the lich for more than five consecutive hits, and successfully kill the lich. Either it failed to trigger, and Mo Cheng's body took all the damage and died.
Victory or defeat is only a matter of one blow, life or death is only a matter of seconds.
This caused Mo Cheng's adrenaline to secrete crazily, and he was wandering between life and death. The victory or defeat was just three feet in front of him. In an instant, he felt like heaven and hell. This feeling was exactly what he was addicted to [Foreign Land] in the first place. s reason.
A purple shadow emerged behind him, and the power of dimension transfer completely bombarded the magic shield.
[Time Lock], hit continuously!
It's not over yet, keep triggering.
[Time Lock], two consecutive hits!
It's not over yet, it's triggered again.
[Time Lock], three consecutive hits!
Not enough, not enough, not enough! It’s far from enough!
[Time Lock], four consecutive hits!
Mo Cheng's eyes were red, and time was still at a standstill after four consecutive blows.
[Time Lock], five consecutive hits! ! ! !
Magic shield, broken! Time began to pass. The ferocious smile of the black radiant priest met the plain eyes of the pure white king Lich. "It actually broke... It deserves praise, but it is not enough."
The long stick came into contact with a layer of shield again. Although the shield was not as strong as the previous magic shield, it was still thick. "After the magic shield, there are also protective means engraved on my phylactery."
"Hey, I thought of it a long time ago."
Mo Cheng's smile became more wanton and wild, and at the same time his [Zen] began to change.
Entering the artistic conception of [Zen] wholeheartedly, it is peaceful, calm, and radiant. Even behind Lich Dom, you can see a sacred figure sitting on a lotus platform behind Mo Cheng.
But why is there a long stick across the knee of that figure?
The question was not answered. At this time, a wave of anger and fighting spirit broke this [Zen]. The broken [Zen] burst out with great power. The Buddha behind Mo Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and jumped with his cassock. Go down to the lotus platform.
Wearing a purple gold crown with phoenix wings, chained gold armor, walking on lotus root silk, and holding a Ruyi golden hoop.
It was the Great Sage who stepped on the southern sky, shattered the sky, denounced the Jade Emperor, and fought against the Buddha.
Mo Cheng synchronized with the phantom figure behind him, raised his long stick high and swung it hard.
Broken, smashed, the power on the long stick is to turn all magic shields and shields into nothingness, never giving them any chance to be reborn!
The long stick was pushed with pure force, destroying the phylactery in Lich Dom's chest, completely destroying it.
Heart martial arts·Zen mind·Fight without defeat!
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