Chapter 548 Son of the Yak

In the different space of the pagoda.

On the grassland, teams of magic armor soldiers lined up neatly to watch the battle. They raised their sharp spears and shouted in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!".

The sound of killing was rolling, as if it was going to pierce the sky.

The golden boy used the technique of Vajra possession to launch an attack, and combined it with his best technique of Buddha bell soul calming. In the past, countless powerful enemies were defeated by this trick.

The magic armor warrior suddenly felt as if two invisible spirit snakes drilled into his ears, and then turned into a long string of spiritual shackles connected by light golden Sanskrit to entangle his soul tightly. The magic armor warrior immediately shuddered all over, and his whole body stagnated.

At this time, the golden sword in the hand of the golden boy had already fallen.

"Is it a soul-soothing technique that uses sound to attack? There are so many evil things in this Golden Buddha Temple. However, your soul-soothing technique is still far from perfect."

In just a moment, the magic armor warrior activated his powerful barbaric soul power, raised his chest and raised his head, and struggled with his arms. The invisible shackles that bound his soul broke and collapsed.

The magic armor warrior's body was instantly restored to its original state. With the powerful cultivation of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, he got rid of the trouble of the soul-soothing sound. The soul-soothing sound wanted to invade again, but it was blocked by his powerful mental power.

The golden boy hid the Buddha bell on the golden sword, and then used the soul-soothing sound of the Buddha bell to attack. Most of the time, he chose to attack when the opponent was not prepared, especially when the opponent's mental power far exceeded that of the golden boy, otherwise he would fail. And this is the current situation.

"The bald heads of the Golden Buddha Temple deserve to die!"

The magic armor warrior looked up and saw that the golden sword in the hand of the golden boy had reached his head. He did not dodge, but directly extended his fist upwards. In the wind of his fist, a long-haired yak appeared. It was tall and strong, with huge hook-like horns. It was obvious that the brute force contained in it was greater than the previous fist.

"Yak giant fist!"

With a crisp sound of "dang", the spiritual pressure burst and golden light splashed.

The golden boy felt the pain of his hands holding the golden sword, and the golden sword fell out of his hands.

"Buzz buzz buzz." The golden sword flew and was thrown into the sky by the rebound force.

The magic armor warrior twisted his body on the spot and punched again. The yak giant fist of the barbarian tyrant was unstoppable. It seemed too late for the golden boy who was still in the air to dodge.

The golden boy was immediately shocked and broke into a cold sweat, shouting in his heart: "Stop! This is the difference in realm."

At this moment, a divine bird cried.

"Whew!"

A flash of fire, a three-meter-long Vermilion Bird Firebird flew by, the claws of the firebird extended downward, accurately grasped the shoulder of the Golden Boy, and then flew up with the Golden Boy's body.

The Demon Armor General's backhand punch missed slightly, and he swung his fist on the ground. With a bang, the ground shattered inch by inch, and a deep pit of several dozen meters in radius was smashed out.

The Vermilion Bird Firebird in the sky spread its wings, drew a soothing arc in the air, and put the body of the Golden Boy back to the ground steadily.

The firelight faded, revealing the body of the Fire Girl Ah Zhu.

"Thank you Miss Ah Zhu for your help." The Golden Boy hurriedly clasped his fists and said.

"Now is not the time to say thank you."

Seeing this, the Demon Armor General did not even blink, and said disdainfully: "A group of ants from the Northern Territory, are you trying to tickle this general? Not enough, far from enough."

At this moment, a clear Buddhist sound suddenly came from the sky.

At some point, Yin Mengting had already offered the Qingtan Buddhist beads.

At this moment, Yin Mengting had put away the bamboo hat that was originally used to cover her face. There was an inch-sized green "Qingtan tree" mark between her eyebrows, which flickered and showed her unique fairy beauty.

Yin Mengting pinched the magic formula with her jade hands, and a stream of green light fell on the Qingtan Buddhist beads in the sky.

In an instant, Sanskrit flowed on the surface of the Qingtan Buddhist beads, and the holy light was brilliant and golden. The thirty Qingtan beads that made up the Qingtan Buddhist beads were like thirty monks chanting the mysteries of the Buddha's words, solemn and dignified, with clear voices, exorcising evil spirits and solemnity.

Without stopping for a moment, Yin Mengting put her hands together, forming a jade tree-shaped handprint, and whispered: "Qingtan seal!"

The next moment, the Qingtan Buddha beads suddenly exerted a powerful sealing force, and a series of golden Sanskrit words visible to the naked eye lingered and swirled, accompanied by the solemn sound of chanting, like an oracle, sealing the evil spirits.

A series of Buddhist shackles were cast on the Qingtan Buddha beads, like golden dragons swooping down from the sky.

The magic armor general looked up and frowned, and the next moment, his body was locked by layers of Buddhist shackles.

"Is it the Xuantian Lingbao? It can easily seal my body." The magic armor general was surprised.

With the powerful physical cultivation power of the magic armor general, he could withstand the small heavenly tribulation at his peak, and ordinary magic weapon attacks could not cause him any harm.

"It's not a Xuantian Lingbao, but a treasure very close to it. But the Buddhist power on it seems to have some restraint on my magic power." In just a moment, the magic armor warrior guessed it roughly.

At this moment, a ball of fire flew over from the side.

Looking closely, inside the fireball was a rotating purple gold bowl with fire on the surface.

In the distance, Huomei Tou Tuo gnashed his teeth, his eyes showed a ruthless look, and his hands continuously cast spells.

"With my great wisdom, Huomei Tou Tuo will always take action at the most appropriate time."

"Ah!" With a shocking tiger roar, a flaming tiger's head suddenly appeared on the surface of the rotating red fire purple gold bowl. The tiger's eyes were wide open, and its teeth were bared in anger.

"Buddhism - Red Fire Tiger Seal!"

At this time, the magic armor warrior's body was just restrained by the Buddha's light shackles of the Qingtan Buddha beads, and he had no time to make a big move.

The magic armor warrior simply tilted his neck and raised his head, and directly used his head to catch the flying red fire purple gold bowl.

Boom! A loud noise, like a tiger roaring at the mountain.

The flames exploded, and layers of fire breath rolled and dispersed.

Dang! Then there was a crisp sound of copper and iron intersecting, and the body of the red fire purple gold bowl appeared.

With a single hand move, the fire-browed monk made the red fire purple gold bowl spin back and was held in his hand again.

The fire breath dissipated, and the double-horned helmet on the magic armor warrior's head was a little crooked, and a stream of bright red flowed down the edge of the helmet.

Tick, tick, dyed the ground red.

"I broke his head, hehe." Huomei Tou Tuo said proudly.

The magic armor general twisted his neck back and forth, making a creaking sound, and then stretched out a finger to wipe the blood on his head.

"Is it blood? Such a familiar smell." The magic armor general said in a daze. Then he put the red finger to his mouth and licked it with his tongue.

"Buzz", an old voice echoed in the mind of the magic armor general.

"Don't let this child see his blood."

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The world in memory.

Under the sun, a hillside is full of green meadows.

Four or five yaks with double horns and dark brown long hair are grazing leisurely.

A child who looks seven or eight years old is riding on the back of a cow. The child holds a wooden stick in his hand, his skin is tanned, and his two little faces are red and bright in the wind.

"Cow, eat grass quickly, produce more milk to exchange for more food, so that my parents and younger brother can be full at home." The child said to himself.

At this time.

Behind a tall rock not far away, in the shadows, a pair of evil eyes flashed with greed.

It was a big snow leopard with spots on its snow-white fur, about ten feet long, with a tail like an iron whip swinging silently, and its green vertical pupils were staring at the herd of cattle in front. Maybe the boy herding cattle was too young and was not its prey.

"Swoosh!"

The big snow leopard jumped out from behind the rock where it was hiding, as fast as lightning.

"Moo!"

A cow moaned and was knocked down by the snow leopard.

The herd of cattle panicked and scattered, and the child sitting on the back of the cow immediately saw the scene in front of him.

"What is that? The tribal elders said that there is a bloodthirsty mountain god on this mountain, and yaks and goats are used for sacrifice every year, otherwise, he will come down the mountain to eat the people in the tribe. Is it this big guy? These yaks are the most precious property of the family, and it cannot be taken away."

Thinking of this, the child's eyes showed a calmness and fierceness that was not commensurate with his age.

"You big mountain bandit, don't even think about stealing my cow." The little boy shouted, jumped off the cow's back, threw away the wooden stick in his hand, quickly picked up a fist-sized stone and threw it in the direction of the snow leopard.

The little boy was very strong, and the stone flew through the void with a buzzing sound.

"Snap", it hit the snow leopard's head accurately.

The snow leopard's head tilted, and blood stained its snow-white fur red. The yak that was knocked down by it took the opportunity to struggle to get up from the ground, mooing, and ran away.

The snow leopard turned around, and the shadow of the little boy was reflected in its pupils. It saw a stubborn child who was too small to fill its teeth. The hair on its neck and back stood up, and it was irritated with its teeth bared.

"Ah!"

With a roar, the snow leopard pounced on the little boy.

The little boy's eyes were full of fearlessness, and he had no intention of retreating. He bravely rushed towards the direction where the snow leopard was rushing.

The size of the snow leopard and the child was very different, and it looked like this would be a one-sided fight.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

A jaw-dropping scene appeared. The child was so strong that he lifted up the snow leopard, which was more than ten times bigger than him, with both hands.

The snow leopard's eyes were full of disbelief. In the desperate struggle, its hooked claws scratched the child's forehead, and a streak of bright red flowed down.

The child used all his strength to throw the snow leopard's huge body out.

"Bang!"

The snow leopard fell to the ground. But its agile body just rolled on the ground and quickly stood up.

The snow leopard was furious.

It was the only king among the dozens of hills in this area. No creature dared to be so disrespectful to it. If it could speak, it would definitely shout, I'm going to eat you.

But just when the snow leopard's eyes refocused on the child, the coarse hair on its back suddenly softened, and its tail was tucked behind its buttocks, like a defeated dog.

The snow leopard saw it.

The child licked the blood flowing from his forehead with the corner of his mouth, looking like he was enjoying the delicious food. His eyes were as fierce as a beast.

The next moment, a brutal blood force burst out from the child. A blood-red light rushed straight into the sky.

Cluck, the child's bones made a sound.

"Moo——" a shocking roar.

The child's body actually began to transform into a beast. His clothes were quickly torn by his swollen body. His back was like a mountain, he was covered with fur armor, and he had two horns on his head. He looked like a beast but not a beast, and like a human but not a human.

The snow leopard instinctively lowered his body, stepped back step by step, and waited for an opportunity to turn around and escape.

A shadow flashed, and the huge body of the "child" had already appeared in front of the snow leopard.

The two fists smashed out, blood, flesh and fur flew everywhere, until the earth and rocks collapsed. The snow leopard didn't even have time to make a whine before it was buried forever in the pile of rocks.

After the violent attack, the child felt exhausted. He murmured, "No one can eat my cow." Then he fell to the ground with a plop.

In the tribe's tent.

A tribal elder with silver beard and white hair, with his hands behind his back, looked at the child who had just woken up and was still lying on the ground, and said meaningfully, "Don't let this child see his own blood."

From then on, this unknown small tribe in the Western Regions had a legend of the son of a yak.