Chapter 575 Exploding Blood Mist

Fire-browed Tuo Tuo secretly shot dozens of soul-sealing needles, aiming at the one of the six arms of the six-armed Vajra with the Buddha's relic embedded in the palm.

"Lady Yin, try harder." Fire-browed Tuo Tuo shouted.

Yin Mengting understood immediately after hearing this. She opened her mouth and a stream of emerald green essence spurted out, landing on the Qingtan Buddha beads in the air like a flying green vine.

In an instant, a light and shadow of a Qingtan wonderful tree about ten feet in size appeared on the Qingtan Buddha beads.

The green branches were like jade, the green leaves were like crystal, the Qingtan wonderful tree was unique and independent, and exuded a fairy temperament that mortals could not understand.

Almost at the same time, the power of the Buddha's light shackles released by the Qingtan Buddha beads suddenly increased.

"Boom".

The Buddha's light shackles actually broke through the colorful light released by the Buddha's relic in the palm of the six-armed Vajra, locking the arm tightly.

Six-armed Vajra was shocked: "This is impossible. The shadow of the wonderful Qingtan tree created by the green-clothed woman actually has a trace of the power of creation that completely surpasses the Buddha's relics. The shadow of the wonderful Qingtan tree is definitely not from the Zhongyuan Realm. What is it?"

Surprised, the eyes of the six-armed Vajra flashed with a gleam of light. He found that the soul-sealing needles shot by Huomei Tou Tuo took the opportunity to reach not far from his arm. But it was too late to retract his arm.

"Puff puff puff!" The soul-sealing needle pierced his arm, splashing a trace of blood.

Seeing that his sneak attack was successful, Huomei Tou Tuo said viciously: "If you take away my red fire purple gold bowl, you should compensate me with the Buddha's relics first."

While roaring, Huomei Tou Tuo pinched the magic formula with both hands, and blood shadows flowed on his fingertips, and instantly cast a blood soul seal.

"Buddhism-Blood Tiger Soul Sealing!"

Instantly, waves of red flames ignited on the surface of Huomei Tou Tuo's body. His veins were exposed, his eyes bulged, and his appearance was even a little scary. He ignited his blood soul and life essence as a fire sacrifice. At this moment, he was like a candle that was fighting for his life.

The soul-sealing needle that pierced into one of the six-armed Vajra's arms released blood-red runes. These red runes were connected to the life essence of Huomei Tou Tuo himself, twisting like a living thing, and instantly transformed into tiger-head seals, as many as seventeen or eighteen in number. These tiger-head seals bit like tigers, emitting a powerful soul-sealing force, sealing the meridians on this arm.

In order to have enough soul-sealing power, Huomei Tou Tuo's "Blood Tiger Soul Sealing" cost him twenty years of life. Although Huomei Tou Tuo is a cultivator at the peak of the Yuanhun Realm and has a life span of several hundred years, twenty years of life is not something he can give up casually.

Huomei Tou Tuo lost his parents when he was young, and then lost his only brother. He survived in the cracks, and his survival creed was to do whatever it took to achieve his goal. Perhaps only in this way could he become the Huomei Tou Tuo he is today.

At this moment, the arm with the Buddha's relic embedded on the surface was originally bound by the Buddha's light shackles released by the Qingtan Buddha beads, and with the soul-sealing power of the Fire-browed Tuo's Soul-Sealing Needle, it immediately wilted.

With a "boom", the arm turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded.

In the blood mist, a ball of pure white color could be vaguely seen, white without a trace of blood stains, which was a "Buddha's relic" that fell.

Seeing this, the Fire-browed Tuo's eyes showed a decisive look, and he rushed over like a rabbit, and rolled up his sleeves, and rolled up the Buddha's relic in his sleeves.

"Hehe, with my great wisdom, the Buddha's relic certainly belongs to me. Twenty years of life is worth it." The Fire-browed Tuo said with a burst of joy, regardless of the pain brought by the burning of his life.

At this moment, something unusual happened.

The Six-armed Vajra had one arm disabled, and he was extremely angry. His whole body trembled violently, and a colorful glow spread out from the "Buddha's Relics" in the center of his forehead.

The colorful glow rolled up and turned into a "Buddha's Big Hand" outlined by colorful spiritual light in an instant.

This Buddha's hand was more than ten feet in size, but it covered the fire-browed monk like a sky-covering.

"Buddhism - Creation and Soul Sealing!"

In an instant, circles of colorful light spread out from the colorful Buddha's hand, and countless Buddhist texts fell down in the colorful light. At the same time, a dull and powerful voice of Buddha's words came out, rumbling and beating the void, like the sound of the Buddha's angry punishment.

At this moment, it was impossible for Huomei Tuo to avoid his forward body.

"This guy has another trick." Huomei Tuo said in shock.

At this time, Yin Mengting was closest to Huomei Tuo. She had just forcibly released a breath of her own essence, which overdrew her body a lot. At this moment, she wanted to help Huomei Tuo, and pinched the magic formula with both hands, trying to force the Qingtan Buddha beads. But he ran out of strength and the spell collapsed halfway through.

With a "hum", Huomei Tou Tuo was imprisoned by the seven-colored Buddhist text.

Huomei Tou Tuo suddenly felt that he was trapped in an endless abyss. He couldn't even see the other people around him, and his body couldn't be raised at all. Without the red fire purple gold bowl, Huomei Tou Tuo's combat power was already half lost. In addition, he had just overdrawn his life span by twenty years, so he had no power to resist.

"Am I, Huomei Tou Tuo, going to fail..."

Then, the seven-colored Buddha's hand grabbed Huomei Tou Tuo's whole body.

"Destroying one of my arms will cost the same price." The Vajra, who only had five arms left, shouted angrily.

The seven-colored Buddha's hand exerted force, and a ruthless force came.

Bang, Huomei Tou Tuo didn't even feel a trace of pain, and his body turned into a ball of blood mist and scattered.

In the blood mist, a group of white spirits unwilling to disperse, carrying the "Buddha's relics", lingered in the air.

Persistence!

Persistence that refuses to fail!

That was the persistence of Huomei Tou Tuo, his persistence to change his fate at all costs.

He was once a little beggar living on the streets, a little monk in the Golden Buddha Temple, a Huomei monk, a Huomei Tou Tuo, and finally became one of the three Vajra Sons, but he died.

Seeing this, the golden boy on the opposite side screamed: "Give me back my Huomei brother's life!"

The golden boy trembled all over, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He held the Vajra Buddha bell in his hand, stepped on the ground with his feet, and soared into the air.

"Dingdang, dingdang, dingdang."

The ringing sounded as fast as rain falling on the lake, but it could not catch up with the time that had passed. The golden boy wanted to go back to the past, back to when he had just entered the Golden Buddha Temple to practice, and met the Huomei monk who called him brother.

......

Several years ago. In the Golden Buddha Temple.

A young monk who looked about six or seven years old, with delicate features, swung his wide monk robe and hurriedly ran through the corridor, accidentally bumping into the person coming from the opposite side.

The person was a young monk who looked about twenty years old, with two fiery red eyebrows on his brow bone, which was very eye-catching.

"What's your name, little monk? Don't you know that you can't run around here?" Huomei said coldly.

"To this senior brother, my name is Jinduo, a young monk who was recently selected from the mortal world and entered the Golden Buddha Temple to practice. It was because I was too tired from practicing yesterday, and I got up a little late this morning, so I rushed to the "Buddha Hall" for morning practice. I accidentally bumped into you, please forgive me, senior brother."

Huomei monk looked at the young monk in front of him and was stunned for a moment, because the appearance of this young monk Jinduo was 60% similar to his younger brother who died young. "Is it God's will? God knows that I miss my younger brother, and sent me another one?"

Thinking of his younger brother who died young, Huomei monk felt heartbroken. If he had half the ability he has now, his younger brother would not have been killed by the disease. Continuously getting stronger and not being controlled by fate is the tattoo engraved on the tip of Huomei Tou Tuo's heart.

Since entering the Golden Buddha Temple, Huomei Monk has tried his best, even at the cost of fraud, and finally entered the ranks of the "warrior monks" of the Golden Buddha Temple, and also achieved a strong body of power.

"Did you cry last night, little monk? Your eyes are still red and swollen."

"Brother, how did you know?"

Indeed, last night, Jin Duo failed to complete the set practice task and cried helplessly in the corner. He is just a child, a child from the mortal world.

"Do you know that it is not easy to practice in the Golden Buddha Temple? You need a strong backer." Huomei Tou Tuo said, deliberately urging his body of power, and the two red eyebrows on his brow bone suddenly turned into a jumping flame.

The young monk looked at the Fire Eyebrow Monk and was surprised: "This senior brother is so powerful that he can turn eyebrows into fire."

"Senior brother, you mean, let me recognize you as my elder brother?" The young monk was very smart and guessed the Fire Eyebrow Monk's intention at once.

"Hehe! How about it? With my Fire Eyebrow Monk protecting you, I can not only help you practice, but also no one will bully you." Fire Eyebrow Monk said proudly.

"Big brother!" The young monk said obediently.

"Hahaha! Little brother!" Fire Eyebrow Monk said happily, and the two fire eyebrows on his brow bone danced.

......

In the secret space.

A scene of memory flashed in the mind of the golden boy, that was the past between him and the Fire Eyebrow elder brother. The beautiful and warm memories have now been ruthlessly destroyed by the cruel reality.

The incomparable anger in the heart of the golden boy.

In an instant, the golden light on the Vajra Buddha Bell in the hand of the golden boy flashed like tears, and a tall golden armored Vajra phantom appeared in an instant.

"Ah!" The golden boy roared to the sky, and the sound was like a sword, piercing the void.

The next moment, the golden armored Vajra shadow merged with his body.

The golden boy was wearing Vajra armor, holding a golden sword, and slashed down.

The angry golden light cut through the void and split the memories.

"Another one who came to die?" The Vajra, who only had five arms left, said with disdain.

After the words fell, the five-armed Vajra's consciousness moved, and the Buddha's relic at his brows showed its power again, urging the seven-colored Buddha's light hand to grab down.

The sword light slashed by the golden boy slashed on the Buddha's light hand, only raising a circle of weak ripples, and then disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

The gap is like a cloud of mud.

The power of the Buddha's relic blessed on the seven-colored Buddha's light hand is a very high-level Buddha's power of creation, which just restrains the golden boy's Buddha's body.

The next moment, the golden boy's transformation into a golden armored Vajra was also grasped by the seven-colored Buddha's hand.

At this time, the golden boy was protected by the Vajra armor transformed by the Vajra Buddha Bell, and he still had a little resistance. There was a trace of panic in his eyes.

Huomei Toudao was killed in an instant, and the golden boy was in danger again. This scene was seen from afar by the Qingyan monk who was fighting with the magic weapon of the six-armed Vajra with one arm.

Although the Qingyan monk was under the control of the "Thousand Faces Ghost" at this moment, the Thousand Faces Ghost clearly felt that his heart was scraped back and forth by a scraper.

Maybe he was too deep into the play, or maybe he was the Qingyan monk at this moment, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"The Qingyan monk's body is still a little weak. In this case, if I want to save the golden boy's life, I may have a 50% chance unless I show my true face and use the "Seven Evil Ghost Banner" with all my strength." The Thousand Faces Ghost calculated quickly in his heart and hesitated instinctively.

As a thorough assassin, the Thousand Faces Ghost almost never does anything without confidence.

The assassin's creed is that if you can't kill your opponent with one strike, you may be the one to die in the next moment.

"Crack, crack, crack." The golden armor on the body of the Golden Boy could not bear the pressure of the Buddha's hand and broke into pieces.

"Puff!" The body of the Golden Boy disappeared in a cloud of blood mist.

A warm and flawless white soul and a lonely, dim Buddha bell floated in the air reluctantly.

"Ding Dang."

The Buddha bell rang by itself, like the helpless cry of a child from the mortal world in a lonely corner in the middle of the night.