Namo Amitabha

Chapter 13 13

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The dark clouds rolled, and the thunder light hidden in the clouds chopped down like a knife, and fell on the top of the mountain, and the rocks instantly turned into powder.

The wound on his body is still oozing blood, and his cultivation base has not recovered to half of its original level. If he resists hard, he will definitely not be able to resist this thunder.

"Sure enough, it's still here." He just didn't expect it to be so fast.

The Shenlong family is burdened with a curse. If they want to live the same life as the sky, they must die alone.

Anyone who is emotional will be punished by heaven.

What's more, with Feng Luo's current situation, I'm afraid he would have died and turned into a scorched dragon before the thunder had struck him.

The first sky thunder fell, followed by the second, third, and fourth...

The thunder made the night sky look like day, and there was a rumbling sound resounding in the sky.

He could barely dodge the first one, and after the second and third one, he looked at the meditated monk beside him.

He can no longer maintain a human body, the human body is too small, the sky thunder is too dense, and the monk's soul is not there now, if the body is struck by the sky thunder, he will die without life.

Feng Luo gritted his teeth and transformed into his original body.

A huge dragon let out a roar, and soon the sky thunder was scattered and hit him everywhere. He endured the burning pain of his flesh, and curled up the dragon's tail to hide the monk well.

Thunderstorms hit him densely like rain, and soon his vision was blurred, leaving only flashing white lights.

No, there is still a hint of gold.

A piece of soft golden light enveloped his body from beard to tail, and he even felt mana slowly pouring into his body again, but it was like a mud cow into the sea.

Barely holding on to his soul and transforming into a human being, Feng Luo lay on the boulder on the top of the mountain unable to move, and as far as he could see, the Buddha's light on the monk's body covered the two of them and resisted the thunder.

He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and he coughed violently every few words: "Leave me alone, monk, you can't stop it."

The man didn't move at all.

Feng Luo coughed even more anxiously, God's punishment is never ending, not to mention that he has lost a lot of mana fighting the monster monk, at this moment when the Yuanshen returned to his position, the most unstable, such a strong support can only be a one-time fight in the end Accidentally put myself on it too.

"You...you don't..." He suddenly felt a gust of fresh air enter his body from his throat, and a piece of monk's robe fell on his face, blocking all his vision.

He smelled a trace of blood, and struggled violently, but the rag seemed to be growing on his face, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a drop or two of warm liquid on his face wet the cloth and land on his face.

Feng Luo fell silent, as if he was dead for a long time without moving.

The rumbling thunder continued, but more and more cracks gradually appeared in the cover formed by the Buddha's light.

The monk's quiet eyes were already red, and at first glance it looked terrifying as if he had been possessed by a demon.

"Monk, can you cross me?"

Feng Luo's voice echoed in his mind, and every time he heard it, his heart seemed to be gouged out.

He thought of the superficial water at that time, soft and cool.

"The Buddha saves all living beings, but it is difficult to save you. From the first sight, I will not be a Buddha." He closed his eyes and meditated into the formula, and suddenly the golden light on his body was shining, and the bones of a Buddha appeared from the sky and melted into the golden light.

At the same time, the monk's body fell from mid-air, and he turned his head to look at the lying person with difficulty.

Soon he was out of sight.

The blood on his face stopped, Feng Luo suddenly realized.

He struggled to shake off the tangled corner of his clothes.

What came into view was the boundless sky and the monk's bloody and torn monk's robe.

The monk's body was like a dilapidated statue, and he fell to the ground with a bang, but he didn't respond.

The Buddha's light covering him has not diminished at all, and it is more indestructible than before.

After a while, the thunder gradually subsided, and the Buddha's light became weaker, melting into his body bit by bit, as if being pulled by someone.

He suddenly realized that he could move, so he stumbled and ran to the monk's side, holding his hand tightly.

Stiff and cold.

"Forget it, we've all broken the precepts. If you don't become a Buddha, I won't be that dragon anymore. It's not bad to be a happy mortal. You don't have to worry about the pain of longevity and the pain of being attached to love. Sufferers suffer themselves."

Feng Luo's breathing even calmed down, he raised his head and glanced at the sky.

It was daylight.

A dragon chant broke through the air.The noble ancient dragon whipped up a gust of wind in the air, and went straight to the west.

The bell was rumbling continuously in the nine heavens, and the little disciple ran to ask the Buddha in shock.

The little disciple hurriedly said out of breath:

The dragon actually broke a pair of dragon horns!Then headed towards Xiaoyao Peak.

Xiaoyao Peak is surrounded by the sea, and the top of the peak has been dilapidated.

But there was still a monk lying quietly there.

When the Buddha arrived, the dragon actually tore off its own dragon scales one by one.

The golden scales fell into the salty cold sea one by one with bright red blood, and the splashed water almost hit the peaks and wet the monk Yuebai's robe, blurring the blood on it.

Even if he couldn't see such a scene that would tear his liver and gallbladder apart, the monk's face was pale and his whole body was cold.

Soon, the divine dragon that used to be magnificent became a monster that looked like a dragon but not a dragon.His whole body was exposed to the air, and he spit out his own dragon ball, which had traces of Buddhist repairs on it.

But once the dragon ball is handed over, the scales and horns will not grow back, and he will no longer be able to become a dragon.

When Feng Luo put the dragon ball in the monk's cold hands at the end, he closed his eyes and thought: Now, he only has this sincerity left.

Then the Buddha said: When the candle is flickered while preaching the scriptures today, you will know that the destiny kalpa has arrived.

The Buddha asked, do you want to save Jiayuan?

The Buddha said, if you want to save him, then become a Buddha.