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The Bodhisattva of Joy used desire to simulate desire, allowing himself to reach the state of combination of flesh and emptiness.

This emptiness does not mean that it does not exist, but that it is entangled with carnal desires and has reached a unique state of mutual dependence and me in you.

Zhao Yushu is not a monk without desires. He has people he likes and things that make his heart beat fast, but in the eyes of Huanxi Zen, these are all carnal desires.

Since you have desire, you can't hurt me, because you and I are one, and people will subconsciously keep danger away from themselves. I am you.

At first, Zhao Yushu couldn't understand why his attack deflected. Even if he was as strong as the old man, he could dodge it, break it by force, or even prevent himself from making a move, but it was impossible for his attack to deflect to this extent.

And if a master of space barrier like Meng Yan or Wan Qiming took action, he should have sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power in the space, but he didn't.

At that moment, Zhao Yushu realized that it was not the Joyful Bodhisattva who deflected his attack, but that he himself had indeed missed the target.

The other party's inner perception is to make the opponent subconsciously not want to hurt himself.

No wonder someone as strong as Second Senior Sister was entangled by him and another inner scene expert and almost couldn't escape. This guy is the natural nemesis of the output-type players like Second Senior Sister.

Coincidentally, I am also a violent output type.

It’s not easy to fight.

Although I have seen many anime or novels with similar scenes in my previous life, such as Comrade Wang Luffy, a man who swore to be the king of bandits, who once fought with a man with the same nickname as Odin's son in the sky, and then cracked the opponent's mind network by literally beating the master to death with random punches, but Comrade Wang Luffy had a blood lock and countless opportunities to trial and error, which I didn't have.

How do you kill someone you don't want to attack from the bottom of your heart?

Zhao Yushu doesn't have many opportunities, and an inner scene person wouldn't be so kind as to let him try out his moves.

Maybe just once.

Maybe not even once.

The face of the Joyful Bodhisattva turned to the woman, revealing an extremely seductive smile. The sutra in his hand turned the pages quickly without any wind, and then stopped at a page close to the middle.

The pages lit up.

Bursts of lewd laughter sounded out of nowhere, and a translucent figure slowly emerged from the pages of the book. The figure looked like a flying fairy, with a charming face and cool clothes, but there was also a sense of exotic charm.

Professional anti-lsp treasure!

Even though Zhao Yushu had seen and experienced all kinds of things in his previous life and had been carefully taught by teachers of various languages, he had to admit that this figure and this laughter did make him feel a little angry. If he hadn't seen too much in college in his previous life, he might not have been able to control himself.

However, the figures were not over yet. After the first one came out, he lay directly behind the Joyful Bodhisattva, looking at Zhao Yushu with a smiling face. Then the second flying figure also showed his head.

Zhao Yushu couldn't wait any longer, and Assassin created a new night again before dawn.

The pages are stripped of their shine.

The night not only provides darkness for the Shadow Steps, but also provides a natural enemy for light.

The woman looked at Assassin in surprise. The young man had already taken out three weapons that surprised her.

The second flying celestial had already come out, and the third flying celestial just showed his head, then let out a shrill scream and disappeared into the darkness.

Jingshu's moves were accidentally cracked, giving Zhao Yushu a chance.

This was a rare opportunity. Kunwu held the cold iron sword, and Zhao Yushu held Madam Xu upside down, and the two of them rushed forward one above and one below.

Not from the left and right sides, because this ghost Bodhisattva has two faces and there is no blind spot at all, but the top and bottom are different.

Zhao Yushu disappeared right on the spot, and Kunwu descended from the sky with the last ray of moonlight.

The female face of the Joyful Bodhisattva chose to raise her head, while the male face lowered her head.

The two flying angels screamed and dodged to the left and right.

Zhao Yushu emerged from the shadows, and Madam Xu retracted the blade inward, as if she wanted to sheath the sword.

The cold iron sword rushed down, aiming at Zhao Yushu.

There is only each other in the eyes of the two people, no Bodhisattva.

From an outsider's perspective, it seems that these two people want to kill each other, as if they are not coexisting as one but mortal enemies.

Such a deadly sword would naturally not be deflected by the Bodhisattva.

As an inner scene, Joyful Bodhisattva himself also saw this.

The swords of the two men were so fast that even if he was in the inner scene, he didn't have much time to choose.

Should he take the risk and capture them both? Or should he stay away and watch the fight from the sidelines?

Bodhisattva loves to play, so he took a step back. No matter what Zhao Yushu had up his sleeve, as long as he stayed a few steps away, he couldn't threaten him. He still wanted to continue playing.

But Zhao Yushu was too fast, and the Bodhisattva only had time to retreat one step.

The cold light of the cold iron has pierced through the darkness. If this continues, Zhao Yushu's head will be pierced directly.

A black scabbard was placed across the cold iron sword.

The smile on the face of the Joyful Bodhisattva disappeared, she could not understand the meaning of this behavior.

Did he just want to attack me recklessly and then accidentally failed to stop his move?

A junior cultivator in the first or second heaven might make such a mistake, but a senior cultivator in the seventh heaven would never do so even with his eyes closed.

The cold iron sword slashed fiercely on Avalon, and Zhao Yushu's left hand trembled slightly.

not enough.

Kunwu's hand trembled, the cold iron sword disappeared, and sword fingers shot out and hit Avalon.

not enough!

Zhao Yushu felt the strong vibration brought by the scabbard in his hand. Time was running out, and Joyful Bodhisattva began to become suspicious.

The scriptures of Joyful Bodhisattva were temporarily suppressed, but the gold ingot in his hand was raised again.

"Dragon bird!"

With a swish, the Great Xia Dragon Bird was unsheathed and slashed across Avalon.

The dragon bird, blessed by the seventh-level spiritual power, exuded a terrifying aura of pressure. Kunwu itself was a sword spirit and was also restrained. After swinging the sword, it could not withstand the tremendous pressure and turned into green light and disappeared. Avalon let out a dissatisfied cry, and the gold ingot of the Joyful Bodhisattva was forced to sink.

Madam Xu put the sword into the scabbard, and Zhao Yushu grasped the hilt and pulled it out fiercely.

If it was a Japanese large sword in her hand, this sword would be enough to cut out more than ten feet, but Mrs. Xu's sword was too short, only about one foot.

In the final analysis, Zhao Yushu did not dare to use sword energy and had to use Madam Xu herself.

Fortunately, Joyful Bodhisattva didn’t have time to hide away.

Madam Xu chopped it down fiercely.

The smile on the female face of the Joyful Bodhisattva disappeared, and the male face twisted around with an uncontrollable rage on her face.

It was impossible for Zhao Yushu to hurt him, and Zhao Yushu did not try to hurt him.

The sword was not originally aimed at him.

Since the seventh heaven, Joyful Bodhisattva has cultivated a dual-faced Dharma image. At first, he could not have two faces at the same time and could only switch back and forth between the male face and the female face. This ingot was his first magic weapon after he cultivated the female face.

The scriptures represent supreme wisdom, and the ingots represent supreme Dharma.

And now, this ingot that should not have been damaged in any way was cut in half, and the other half just lay on the ground, having lost its luster and seemed to have even faded in color.

The other half was still in his hand, with a neat cross section.

Yuanbao is not a real treasure, but a product of his practice. It is a part of his Dharma image, but it is not him.

Zhao Yushu turned Madam Xu around and grinned.

“I’m really good at finding bugs.”