Chapter 632 Fire Buddha


    In the late stage of foundation building, he was wanted by the Daotingsi, who practiced fire as a "forbidden technique", and killed people like numb!


    Ink painting feels solemn in his heart.


    After thinking for a while, he knew that he could not beat it!


    In the early stage of his foundation building and the late stage of Fire Buddha building, both of them built foundation building, but the difference in cultivation was too great.


    The formation is not good either.


    Such evil people who have a serious murder will inevitably be cunning and highly vigilant.


    If I set up a formation to kill him in broad daylight, I am afraid that it would be like stealing a bell from my ears, and I can''t hide his perception at all.


    What''s more, he has three helpers.


    Two big men, one with rough palms, one with a face full of flesh, and the other with a tall and thin monk.


    They can follow the Fire Buddha, and their cultivation is at least in the middle stage of foundation building, or even possible in the late stage of foundation building.


    And they must be all sinful practices, commit crimes, and have ruthless means.


    Mo Hua instantly judged that these bad guys cannot be solved by themselves at the moment.


    Especially in this case, without preparation or chance encounter...


    "It''s important to save your life!"


    Mo Hua silently withdrew her gaze, her expression as usual, and continued to lower her head and **** the noodles.


    I just quietly accelerated the noodles. My cheeks were round and "huffed", and I ate the remaining noodles and drank the soup.


    Mo Hua took out two spirit stones and placed them on the table, trying to keep his voice from appearing strange, and said with a crisp voice:


    "Boss, check out!"


    The shop owner smiled and said, "Young Master, walk slowly."


    Mo Hua nodded, got up and left.


    But as soon as I took a step, a low and kind voice heard in my ear:


    “Little Young Master…”


    Mo Hua''s heart tightened and felt that he seemed to be locked by a powerful spiritual sense.


    The peak spiritual consciousness of the eighteen lines!


    Mo Hua was helpless, pretending to be confused and turned around to look.


    Then I saw the tall, kind-hearted man who had been silent before was looking at him.


    The man looked calm and his voice was calm, but his eyes were a little deep:


    "You...recognize me?"


    Ink painting remained silent and looked puzzled:


    "Uncle, who are you?"


    The man''s eyes were slightly deep, his face was unhappy, and he was also a little puzzled...


    Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to be recognized...


    He killed whatever he should have seen his face, no matter how old or young, and then burned it to ashes without leaving any living mouth.


    Those who cannot be killed are also senior officials of Daotingsi or experienced Diansi.


    The cultivation level is at least above the Golden Pill.


    This childish little devil looks like he doesn’t seem to know himself no matter how he looks.


    There is no reason to recognize yourself.


    The man frowned slightly.


    But just now, he did notice a trace of spiritual spy.


    Although it is very thin and slight, and the magical technique of spying through the water, it swept past.


    But I can''t hide it from myself who fights to the death for many years and is on the front line of life and death.


    What''s strange is that this trace of spiritual consciousness flashed in a flash.


    When I went to investigate again, there was no trace of it. The only one who was a little abnormal was the nearby child who was eating noodles.


    He seemed to have a look at himself with his eyes, and then buried his head in eating noodles.


    The man''s eyes were slightly deeper.


    This spy-sighted spiritual consciousness is very deep. Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a small monk to cultivate it.


    This kind of experienced spiritual spy cannot be achieved by this little monk.


    But my intuition for many years tells myself...


    This kid is a little out of place.


    Especially after he glanced at himself, his noodles had significantly accelerated, and he got up and was about to leave.


    This is very abnormal.


    It''s like...


    He recognized himself and knew his identity. In order to avoid risks, he wanted to escape...


    The man looked gentle, but his eyes gradually became deeper.


    At that moment, Mo Hua also felt a little nervous.


    This man, who may be "Fire Buddha", is doubting himself!


    The alertness is too high, and the suspicion is too serious...


    To think of a way to fool it...


    The expression of the ink painting remains unchanged, and his mind changes rapidly.


    Another big man looked at the ink painting and said in confusion:


    "Brother, is there any problem with this little devil?"


    The other two also whispered, "No way..."


    “I can’t see it…”


    “Too small…”


    "Sect disciple?"


    "Eat noodles here alone?"


    Mo Hua did not wear the Taoist robe of Taixumen, but was wearing his usual clothes, so they didn’t know the details.


    The man in the lead was silent, thinking with his eyes open and silent.


    A big man said to Mo Hua:


    "Little kid, which family are you from, whose surname is, what sect is, what do you do when you come here alone?"


    After saying that, he sneered, "Don''t tell me, you came to this mountain just to eat a bowl of noodles..."


    Mo Hua''s face was a little nervous and a little "feared", and she looked like she was "showing off her power":


    "I don''t know who you are, why do you want to tell you?"


    The big man sneered, "Little devil, don''t be ungrateful."


    The other people also slowly stood up and stared at the ink painting with bad expressions.


    Ink painting took two steps back "feared".


    A monk stood up next to him and stepped forward and accused him:


    "You are an adult, and you have nothing to do to make things difficult for a child. What''s your ability?"


    Seeing someone dared to care about his nostalgia, the man''s face flashed with a fierce anger, and he drifted in front of the man. His fist was wrapped in dust-colored spiritual power and suddenly blasted out.


    This punch was so powerful that it was amazing.


    "Later stage of foundation building!"


    The monk suddenly widened his eyes, barely folded his arms, blocking the punch, but was still bombarded ten feet away, spitting blood.


    The big man took a big step forward and touched the storage bag on his waist, as if he wanted to draw a knife and cut the nosy person to death.


    The head man''s eyes were fierce.


    The big man felt a cold sweat on his back, and then he remembered that he could not make any troubles. He smiled and withdrew his hand, and cursed at the nosy monk:


    "roll!"


    The monk knew he was unable to defeat him and left angrily.


    The tea shops around them all dispersed when they saw that the situation was not good.


    The store owner looked at the ink painting worriedly, sighed, and hid helplessly in the distance.


    In small places like the second-grade state realm, monks in the late stage of foundation building are not something they can afford to provoke.


    In the teahouse, there were only ink paintings and the four unknown people.


    Mo Hua said nervously, timidly:


    "You... are bad guys?"


    The big man licked his lips and smiled sinisterly:


    "What do you think?"


    Another big man and the gloomy thin man also showed a playful smile.


    "You can''t say that this kid has tender skin, red lips and white teeth, and looks pretty good..."


    At this moment, the leading man''s eyes narrowed and said lightly:


    "Little monk, stop acting, you are not afraid of us."


    As soon as this statement was made, the three men and women were stunned, with a little surprised expression.


    Ink painting restrained its "fear" expression and said curiously:


    "Did I not perform well?"


    The man in the lead frowned.


    The two big men felt so furious.


    The thin man''s expression became even more gloomy.


    The man sneered, "Okay, it''s hard to get through the gutter, and it''s hard to deal with the little devil. I didn''t expect that I''ve been on the road for so long, but today I''ve misunderstood..."


    "You little dear, you are very brave."


    "Tell me, have you recognized us?"


    Mo Hua shook her head and said to the truth: "I don''t know you."


    He just guessed that the man in the lead might be the Fire Buddha full of evil, but he really didn''t know who the other three were.


    The man in the lead stared at the ink painting and pondered silently.


    The expression of Mo Hua was not fake, and she didn''t seem to know them.


    At this moment, the gloomy thin man sneered:


    "Qiao Laowu, what''s the point of being useless? He caught this kid directly. He killed him when he should be killed, sold when he should be sold, or kept it, and it''s okay to be a toy..."


    The big man said, "You are a sinister person, you have to catch it and do it yourself."


    Qiao Laowu?


    Insidious damage to goods?


    The character "涓" and the character "yin".


    The checklist of ink paintings was quickly recognized.


    The name with the word "涓" on the list is called "Blood Woodman".


    The word "yin" is called "yin Leizi".


    There is another big man...


    Mo Hua glanced at him and saw that his face was full of flesh. When he was angry, his expression was as ferocious as an evil ghost. He instantly remembered:


    "Ghost-faced evil"!


    Fire Buddha, blood woodcutter, Yin Thunder Son, Ghost Face Evil!


    These four people are indeed the characters on Boss Jiang’s list.


    And they are all **** sinful practices!


    The expression of Mo Hua was clear for a moment, and his eyes were also a little clearer.


    In the instant, the subtle expression of the ink painting was instantly captured by the Fire Buddha.


    The Fire Buddha''s eyes suddenly became sharp, and there was a hint of disbelief in his heart.


    I was recognized by this little devil...


    All recognized? !


    How did he recognize this little devil? !


    People like me have hidden identities and do not often contact each other. Even the Diansi of Daotingsi may not be able to recognize all of them.


    This little devil...


    Just by this short meeting and chatting in just a few words, you can confirm all the identities of the four of you? !


    What is he from?


    Fire Buddha''s gentle expression instantly became cold.


    Some relationships are shameless.


    Now that things have come to this, this little devil must not be kept!


    "Five Qiao Laowu," Fire Buddha said coldly in an unquestionable voice, "Kill this little devil!"


    Qiao Laowu was stunned.


    When Mo Hua heard the word "kill", she looked agile and oiled in the soles of her feet, and she slipped away instantly, leaving only a faint shadow of water on the spot.


    Qiao Laowu was furious when he saw this, "Good you little devil!"


    He pulled out a long barbed, blood-stained hatchet from the storage bag with his backhand, swung a **** light, and chased Mo Hua across the waist.


    The body style of Mo painting is like water, and the shape is like a ghost, and she hides lightly.


    The old woodcutter cuts again.


    Hide ink painting again.


    It’s like cutting off the water by drawing a knife, but the water flows continuously.


    No matter how you cut it, you can''t hurt the ink painting.


    The Fire Buddha sat upright, his eyes were contemplative, and he did not take action.


    The other two were also sitting and watching the show. Seeing Qiao Laowu and Mo Hua back and forth, they were in a stalemate. After about ten rounds, they couldn''t help but laugh:


    "Lao Wu, can you do it?"


    "You can''t even catch a little devil?"


    "You have practiced Taoism over the years, but are you practicing shit?"


    …


    Qiao Laowu was furious and even more anxious when he used his sword.


    Ink painting is full of "cold sweat", struggling and in a mess, but every time it can always be just right, avoiding the sword light of Qiao Laowu.


    Fire Buddha was a little surprised.


    "Ghost Face Evil" and "Yin Lei Zi" also sank their faces.


    "This kid''s body movement has something to do..."


    Although Qiao Laowu has made a breakthrough for a short time, he also has the late stage of foundation building cultivation, and in a short period of time, he cannot defeat this little devil.


    Of course, it is because Qiao Laowu only focuses on killing and his body skills are not good.


    But on the other hand, it is also because this little ghost''s body skills are too exquisite.


    Fire Buddha winked.


    The two ghost faces nodded, their bodies were like wind, and they rushed forward like evil wolf, forming a horn with Qiao Laowu, and surrounded the ink painting together.


    Three people surrounded me, Mo Hua looked panicked, and when she was moving, it seemed even more difficult.


    Yin Leizi and the other two sneered, proud and satisfied, feeling that they would definitely be able to catch this little devil within ten rounds.


    But after three rounds, I saw Mo Hua smiled sly, and found an opportunity. His fingers frequently, and three fireballs flew towards the three of them one by one.


    This time, the action was like a flash.


    Before the three of them could not have expected it, they were caught off guard and were confused by the fireball technique.


    The injury was not serious, but his face was charred and embarrassed, and the siege was cut off, and he couldn''t help but feel furious.


    In this moment, Mo Hua''s body movements were faster.


    He was like flowing water, and escaped from the surrounding area of ??the three of them, and fled directly to the woods next to him.


    Yin Leizi and the other two suddenly realized and cursed in their hearts:


    "What a sinister boy!"


    What a fast fireball technique!


    Faster body movement!


    This little devil was able to take ease under the siege of his three people and kept his hands.


    The purpose is to wait for the flaws, unexpectedly seek opportunities to escape.


    Moreover, he really let him escape!


    It’s a great shame!


    Qiao Laowu and the other three continued to chase after him regardless of the black and gray on their faces.


    Mo Hua continued to escape, and when the mountains and forests were right in front of him, he was about to escape from the sky, but suddenly a tall figure appeared in front of him.


    Fire Buddha!


    As soon as the ink painting''s eyes condensed, he had to stop.


    The three Qiao Laowu and the other two behind also chased after him, stood slowly, and blocked the ink painting with the Fire Buddha in front.


    The three people who were still angry were looking at the ink painting jokingly.


    "Boy, are you going to run?"


    Mo Hua ignored them, but looked at the Fire Buddha who was still moving in front of him, thinking for a moment, his fingers frequently emitted three fireball techniques, and attacked the Fire Buddha directly.


    He wanted to test it out and see the strength of Fire Buddha.


    What Mo Hua didn''t expect was that Fire Buddha did not hide or avoid, stood still, and ate the three fireballs of Mo Hua forcibly.


    And these three fireballs hit the Fire Buddha, like mud sinking into the sea, were directly refined, and no fluctuations were transmitted.


    Ink painting looked shocked.


    This is…


    What''s going on?


    The Fire Buddha''s expression remained unchanged and said lightly:


    "Your fireball technique is not as good as I''ll teach you..."


    The Fire Buddha opened his arms, his body was filled with fire, his eyes were blood-red, like a sea of ??fire.


    What a strong momentum!


    Mo Hua frowned, let go of his spiritual consciousness, and sensed the breath of Fire Buddha. Only then did he realize that Fire Buddha''s chest seemed to be burning with two **** of flames.


    These two flames are very fierce, like two hearts, the same origin, and are hosted in the body of the Fire Buddha, which contains extremely surging fire-based spiritual power.


    This is the characteristic of the...the Forbidden Technique of the Fallen Fire?


    Violating the taboo, put two fireballs in your body as your heart to use as a spell?


    This is, a truly high-end fire spell?


    Yin Leizi and the other two sneered, as if they were also laughing at Mo Hua for overestimating his ability and "showing off his awesomeness" and dared to use the fireball technique in front of Fire Buddha.


    Mo Hua was a little dissatisfied, looked at the Fire Buddha and said with a serious expression:


    "My fireball technique is more than that!"


    The Fire Buddha was slightly surprised, and then smiled interestingly, "Then let me see..."


    He is very interested.


    "Brother, why not..." Qiao Laowu was so angry that he wanted to catch the ink painting first to save trouble.


    The Fire Buddha''s eyes were cold and looked over like a knife. Qiao Laowu was afraid and could only swallow his words and dared not say much.


    The Fire Buddha looked at the ink painting again and said kindly:


    “Come on, let me see…”


    "good!"


    Mo Hua''s eyes were full of fighting spirit, and there was a hint of fearlessness of looking at death.


    "I only use this spell once in my life..." Mo Hua said in a deep voice.


    These words made the expression of Fire Buddha a little solemn.


    Then he saw the ink painting and began to use his hands to make various incredible, complex, obscure and even somewhat inexplicable handwriting...


    Ink painting was serious, and after a long time of tricks, he pretended to use his big move, creating an atmosphere that was very powerful and required accumulating strength for a long time.


    He can only use this spell once in his life.


    Because these handwriting techniques were made up by him temporarily...


    He does not guarantee whether he can "made it" as it is next time...


    But Fire Buddha didn’t know.


    He couldn''t figure out the depth of the ink painting, and didn''t know what the ink painting was doing. He only followed the intuition of a monk. The more unknown the things were, the more dangerous it was...


    And when I waited for the ink painting, after pinching the hand gesture, he suddenly slapped, and a fireball appeared on his left and right hand at the same time.


    This move really shocked the Fire Buddha.


    "Two techniques are used together?!"


    Yin Leizi and the other two did not understand, but Fire Buddha studied magic deeply and understood that this trick seemed simple, but the magic principle was extremely complicated and the difficulty was immeasurable.


    This little devil...here''s really here? !


    The Fire Buddha is cautious in nature and instinctively activates spiritual power to condense into a fire barrier in front of him.


    The ink painting urges the spiritual consciousness to the extreme, pressing the two fireballs, twisting and deforming, and then closing the hands together to make the two fireballs collide rapidly.


    This move made Fire Buddha feel inexplicably palpitations.


    He waved his hands and condensed into a fire shield, putting it in front of him, trying to take the trick of ink painting.


    But he expected that there was no surging spiritual power, violent explosions, and strange spells.


    The two fireballs painted in the ink did not collide with each other, but deviated from the track and flew forward, exploded on the ground, splashing gravel and dust.


    The Fire Buddha and the others were stunned for a moment.


    They couldn''t tell what was going on.


    After a few breaths, the smoke and dust disappeared, and they came to their senses and found the ink painting...


    Leaving again.


    The Fire Buddha''s face looked extremely ugly now.


    Being tricked!


    What is the most powerful fireball technique?


    All the **** tricks!


    I have been in Qianzhou for so many years, committed so many crimes and killed so many people, and no one has ever dared to tease me like this!


    The child with yellow mouth is still smelly and has no dry breasts. He is really bold!


    A trace of murderous intent appeared in the eyes of Fire Buddha, and he said coldly:


    "If you want to run, I want to see, how do you run?"


    The four of them were shaped like the wind, and they chased Mo Hua viciously, chasing them to a forest. Looking around, they saw the trees silenced, and there was no trace of Mo Hua at all.


    This month, there should be only one update, try to keep up.


    Last month, I originally wanted to show it, but it didn''t show it...


    ??Because everyone voted a lot, they felt a little guilty if they didn’t write more.


    So I can’t help but write more every day. After a month, I have averaged more than 6k words a day...


    ??The fatigue of typing will accumulate, and during the Chinese New Year, there are so many things that I am a little too tired, so this month, I really have to be salted fish.


    ??Write more after the New Year.


    ??Sorry.


    Finally, I wish you all a happy New Year, good health, peace and happiness~(.)


    ??Don’t swear to me~(.)


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    (This chapter ends)