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Chapter 561 Resurrection

Each of the heavenly treasures has its own use. For example, the sword of Shushan has pure and amazing killing power. The Kunlun Haotian Mirror can temporarily take away someone's cultivation. A puff of green smoke from the eldest brother's pipe can lock the red lotus. So what is the red lotus?

Some people would think that it was simply a manic intention, an endless karmic fire that burned the world, but fire would not burn out of thin air, and the fuel would always be exhausted. So Zhao Yushu, who once snatched a lotus seed, knew that it was endless.

Believe me, Master, you will definitely be the protagonist in a book where you can only stay for ten days.

So, can Honglian resurrect the dead?

"Stay on!"

Li Hai slapped out with his palm. As a Buddhist, how could he sit back and watch the leader of the Buddhist sect desecrate the corpse in his own temple? ?

The leader rolled up his empty sleeves and directly wrapped them around Li Hai's arm. He swung it violently and threw the kind-looking old monk several feet away. The leader seemed to be very calm in this move, and he didn't even activate the Heavenly Sword.

Although Li Hai has a very high level of cultivation, he is not good at fighting. He has achieved his level purely through talent and age. So it is no wonder that Miao Ming and Zhang Hong were confident that they could defeat Li Hai head-on within ten moves.

But right now, several of the great masters present were seriously injured, and he was the only one who had the strength to fight. If he couldn't stop the leader for a moment, who else could?

Zhao Yushu pointed the long sword in his right hand and pierced the leader's forehead. He swung out Chengying with his left hand in an attempt to pull Yanhui's body away from Honglian.

A gust of wind blew and blew Chengying away. The leader swung his fist and hit the sword's spine accurately. Zhao Yushu's right arm became numb and he fell to the ground.

Just as Zhao Yushu landed on the ground, a purple-black iron spike from behind him smashed down towards the leader.

"Bo Xun?"

Despite the leader's invincible golden body, he didn't dare to confront Bujie's Po Xun magic weapon head-on. When he was trying to dodge, his steps became a little awkward.

But he managed to dodge it in the end.

Three consecutive attacks failed, but it’s not over yet.

Miao Ming leaped behind Zhang Hong and placed his palms on his back. Light shone brightly around him and Zhang Hong's aura surged visibly.

At this moment, not to mention Zhang Hong, even everyone else felt a hint of warmth. The pale faces of several mortals instantly turned rosy, and King Kong even breathed a sigh of relief.

"My body is bright and shining, illuminating the world?"

The leader sneered: "How many moves can you hold out?"

"One move is enough!"

With a dragon roar, the Dragon-Subduing Arhat appeared. Zhang Hong threw a fierce punch. The powerful aura of destruction knocked the leader, who only had one arm left, flying dozens of feet away. The punch hit the body of Invincible Jin, causing a sound of metal clashing.

As the punch was thrown, Zhang Hong spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground weakly.

"Quick! Save Master."

Zhang Hong pushed away Miao Ming who was supporting him and pointed at the corpse of Yan Hui who was sitting cross-legged with a red lotus in his arms.

Miaoming staggered but rushed to Yanhui very quickly, completely ignoring the terrifying heat wave from Honglian, and grabbed Honglian, with his fingers only half an inch away.

An iron fist hit Miaoming's face, and this half inch became an insurmountable chasm.

"you!"

It was not Miaoming but Pandita who exclaimed.

Vajra's fist had not yet been retracted. Pandita stared at his beloved disciple in disbelief.

"Master, if the Central Plains is not in turmoil, how can Tubo stand a chance? If the Buddha punishes me, I will go to hell and be punished."

Pandita collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, and could only bow his head and clasp his hands together.

"Buddha, mercy?"

Almost all the monks present have already taken action, and only Miaoyin Hai of the fourth level is left. Vajra is guarding there. Even if she is seriously injured, she cannot break through head-on. No one can stop the leader.

The red lotus gradually sank into the emaciated corpse.

Everyone stopped, including the leader, whose eyes were full of expectation and nervousness. Could Honglian revive a dead body? He himself was not sure. He only had theories and did not even have the chance to experiment. He was just gambling, gambling with a catastrophe.

If the bet is won, Yizhou will become hell and the entire southwest will be a sea of ​​blood. At that time, countless people who claim to be righteous will come to subdue demons and eliminate monsters. With the blessing of the blood pill, no matter who wins in the end, he will only become the next demon.

As the disaster spreads, no one in the world can remain immune.

This process may take ten, twenty, or even a hundred years, but it doesn’t matter.

The red lotus fire will burn away the evil world.

Let’s start over again, a world without monks.

What if you lose the bet? It doesn't matter, just find another chance. The dead can't be resurrected, so turn a living person into a demon. Nong Shouguang is a good choice.

The breath of life permeated among the dry bones, and Zhao Yushu thought of Kunwu for no reason.

The Kunwu Sword has become a living being and has awakened its consciousness. If it is combined with the red lotus, can it really create a living person?

King Kong looked at Zhang Hong and Miao Ming who had fallen to the ground vigilantly, and glanced at Miao Yinhai who still had some fighting power, to ensure that no one could disturb Yan Hui's resurrection.

With a click, the corners of the leader's mouth under the mask twitched, and the corpse moved.

Yan Hui, who was so skinny that it seemed as if only skin was left covering his bones, suddenly opened his eyes, with a red glow in his eyes.

"It's done!"

The leader could not hide his joy.

"Master?"

Miao Ming shouted to Yan Hui with tears in her eyes.

Yan Hui glanced at him, thoughtfully.

"Ha, you don't think this ghost thing can still recognize you, do you..."

King Kong spoke sarcastically, pointed at Yan Hui and laughed, and then his words were stuck in his throat.

What stopped him from speaking was not surprise, but a mouthful of blood.

A hand stabbed straight into his heart.

Yan Hui struggled to stand up, with one hand still on King Kong, and the other hand went forward to hug King Kong's neck and slowly moved closer.

With a scream accompanied by a slight but harsh sound of sucking and swallowing, Vajra, a great monk of Tubo, a master of outer scene Great Perfection, and the future helmsman of Tubo Tantric Buddhism, fell.

This scene frightened everyone present. Even though the leader was mentally prepared, he did not expect Yan Hui to be so ruthless and decisive.

"If it was just resurrection, he shouldn't be like this."

Zhao Yushu stood beside Bujie with a sword in hand, glaring at the leader: "When did you do anything to Yan Hui?"

"Of course I have prepared in advance. I have captured a few mountain spirits and wild monsters before. I was curious and absorbed their memories. When I got the invincible golden body, I gave it to the bald donkey and stuffed him with a few high-quality blood pills."

The leader answered all the questions and licked his dry lips. He didn't know whether he was surprised or frightened by his own work: "They have all gone crazy."

With a loud bang, the Heavenly Sword slowly turned. This was the first time that the Heavenly Sword was activated without the inner scene to stimulate spiritual power. Shushan has always been committed to exorcising demons. Countless demons have died at the hands of the Heavenly Sword. At this moment, even without the Lone Sword Saint, the Heavenly Sword instinctively felt the crisis.

"Yan Hui, I will take this sword for you. There are so many top-quality blood foods here, you must not waste them!"

The leader soared into the sky with full momentum, and the Heavenly Sword suddenly stopped shaking, as if it was hesitating about who to kill first.

Yan Hui seemed to understand what he said. He pushed away the corpse of King Kong, whose eyes were still open, and turned to look at Zhang Hong and Miao Ming.