After a sharp cry, the candle nine yin spilled blood and the snake body was broken. Fortunately, the candle nine yin was swept at the tail and was not injured, so although it was seriously injured, it did not lose its life.
Yao Jia and I rushed to the rescue before teleporting, and when the two of us rushed the old monk with bridled eyebrows, he teleported and left the ground with sad hissing and rolling candles and nine shades.
I’m angry and funny at the sight of the candle with nine shades of yin. I’m angry that its injury will inevitably lead to Yao Jia’s anger. Today must be a big fight. Laughter is the candle with nine shades of yin and penis with a long tail. I have to call it Father Candle …
Chapter 737 A bloody battle in the city
"Exit the city!" Yao Jia was cold and rushed at the screaming candle, and the mouth of the candle, Jiuyin, nodded and screamed, and then swam out of the city, swam far away, turned around and picked up the truncated tail.
"Picked up also can’t pick up" I frown smile secretly heart way.
"Amitabha Buddha" came from the northeast of the city with a white eyebrow. They turned their heads and found that he had returned to his previous position.
Yao Jia Wen turned to look at me with fierce and inquiring eyes, and I raised my hand slightly to signal not to start work yet.
"The master immediately led the Buddhist monks and nuns to leave, or I will resist you, and Yao Zhenren will kill all the monks in Yecheng Baoguo Temple, and I will not stay." I sent an ultimatum to the bridled old monk.
"Amitabha, my Buddhist brother doesn’t value the great contribution of protecting the body, but it is harmful to die in the west." The old monk with white eyebrows folded his head to the west
"Brother Yu, you and I will join hands to leave him today, or else things will surely change." Yao Jia primly said that although he had lost before, he was not injured.
I turned my head and said, "Now the situation is extremely favorable to us. I am not afraid of delaying, so the old monk with a white eyebrow will definitely take the lead."
Yao Jia didn’t say anything to refute the fact although he didn’t agree with my law. In his opinion, my old bridled monk’s cultivation is not much different, while his Ye Aofeng’s cultivation is equal to each other. If today I join hands with him to kill the old bridled monk and deal with Ye Aofeng together in the future, it will be much easier. His idea seems reasonable on the surface, but he ignores the fact that the old bridled monk can leave at any time if he doesn’t want us to pester him. We may defeat him, but we can’t keep him. At the moment, I am thinking about what can do to keep him.
The war is still going on, and the appearance of the white-browed old monk has not reversed the defeat of the Northern Qi Dynasty. The nine animals and the ghost armor have driven the monks and the city residents to the Dongcheng area. When the monks and nuns are trying to resist the attacks of the animals and try to evacuate the city residents, I see this scene in my eyes. The actions of these monks make me feel like swallowing a fly. My goal is to kill them, but they are "noble" to protect the city residents. This compassion is too natural. Don’t they understand that resistance is the source of heavy casualties among the city residents?
The white-browed monk has been keeping a close eye on me and Yao Jia, a Buddhist monk. Most of them are unfathomable and have answers, but at this time, the white-browed monk seems extremely nervous. He should also be nervous because Yao Jia and I are not ordinary and unfathomable and have answers. That is to show ourselves in front of mortals and our well-matched opponents. If you still pretend that you are watching your eyes, nose and heart, then we will seize the opportunity to sneak attack.
Now the old monk with bridled eyebrows naturally wants to help those monks and nuns who are struggling in the country, but he dare not because he knows that Yao Jia and I will not hesitate to kill those monks. The fact that the key to the war lies in the enemy and the enemy, and even the gods are not practical.
The expression on the face of the old monk with white eyebrows has been uncertain. Yao Jia and I have been watching his expression intently, trying to guess his next move through his expression, and the old monk with white eyebrows has been watching us, and he also wants to figure out what thoughts and plans we have at this time.
As time goes by, the battle continues, and there are three of us. Although the three of us have not moved physically, we have been thinking about strategies and ways to deal with possible accidents quickly.
"Kill the enemy before noon" finally broke the deadlock with Yao Jiayin.
This sentence is naturally directed at those animals. The siege started in the early morning, and now it is less than half an hour before noon. This sentence of Yao Jia has both the purpose of urging the old bridled monk to make up his mind early. Yao Jia is a wise man. He knows that people are prone to make wrong judgments and decisions in an anxious situation, and it is precisely the old bridled monk who wants to make mistakes and seize this opportunity to defeat the enemy surprisingly.
Fang animals heard Yao Jia’s orders and immediately accelerated the pace of attack. As the saying goes, these animals are giants. In front of them, human beings look very small. After a long and hard struggle, these monks and nuns have already exhausted their physical strength, and now they are supported by aura. The attack speed is getting slower and slower, and the height is getting lower and lower. According to this situation, it is estimated that by noon they will be wiped out.
"Real woman, why don’t you make a bet?" The old monk with white eyebrows folded his mouth at me.
"Master leads monks and nuns to leave Beiqi, and his word will never hurt you, Buddhist protector Tianlong." I shook my head. I naturally won’t accept any gambling now. There are two sides to winning and losing in this war. I dare not gamble on such an important thing.
"Real people don’t want to know what the old woman said about gambling?" The old monk with white eyebrows frowned.
"I don’t want to" I shook my head and laughed. I have guessed what kind of gambling he will set. The most likely thing is to let me duel with him. If I win, they will leave. If I lose, I will leave.
On the surface, this gambling game is fair, but when I think about it, it is a trap. I won’t let him tell it because if he tells the gambling game, I will be able to fight, or I am afraid that I will die. But once I promise him, he will surely die with me. These Buddhist brothers are also quite enthusiastic. They will not hesitate to sacrifice themselves to stop the war and killing.
"Amitabha", the old monk with white eyebrows, saw that I didn’t accept his gambling. After chanting a Buddhist name, he stopped talking and looked down at the situation.
"Thief bald stubborn brother bid here Yao to level the national temple" Yao Jia saw that the victory was set and wanted to go to Yecheng to eradicate his worries.
"Yao Xiong slightly unprepared on the way to change you and me two people still don’t leave" I slowly shook my head.
Yao Jia Wen nodded in agreement and turned to look at the old bridled monk Yao Jia with an angry face. People like Yao Jia said that the offensive point is that the more mad dogs beat him, the more he bit. If he provoked him, it would be bad luck. The old bridled monk hit him today, and Yao Jia will inevitably get revenge in the future.
Fang is fighting fiercely and waiting quietly.
Dongyangju is near noon. At this time, most of the monks and nuns have been killed or injured, and there are more than 100 people left in the war. Most of the 100 monks and nuns are injured. At this time, they are fighting hard to support them.
At noon, the old monk with a white eyebrow kept silent. Suddenly, he chanted the Buddha’s number, then leaned over and shouted, "It’s time for monks."
When he said this, Yao Jia and I couldn’t help laughing. It was almost noon when the old monk helped us pinch something. However, before we laughed, we were shocked by the strange actions of many monks and nuns. After hearing the words of the old monk with bridled eyebrows, all the monks and nuns gave up their resistance, and their hands folded together to recite the Buddha’s name. Their eyes showed a more gratifying and strange smile.