Sawdust splashed, and the glory belonging to Wooden Dun collapsed.
The dark moon in feather clothes was not relaxed at all.
At this time, the eyes of the Qianshouzhu, whose feet landed again, swept over the collapsed wooden man and finally landed on the Xuanyue in the feather coat.
"I can't help it."
He said calmly, putting his hands together.
Like the last calm before the storm.
The dark moon in the feather coat looked at her just now.
Next second.
"Immortal method!"
With a loud drink.
More powerful than before, the breath suddenly erupted from Qianshouzhu.
A circle of black lines immediately spread around his eyes, his forehead appeared as black bull's-eye marks, and the periphery of his pupils turned from black to yellow.
This is exactly Immortal mode.
This is not the end.
Qianshouzhu, whose face was full of immortal lines, raised his head, and Chakra, the immortal, whose body was more majestic than the sea, rose violently.
He kept pressing his hands together and shouted again:
"Immortal method, Wooden Dun, thousands of hands!"
Boom~~~
Compared with the previous battles, the noise was even more intense dozens of times.
As a violent earthquake came, a giant Buddha with thousands of arms suddenly rose from the ground under the watchful eyes of the black moon in feather clothes and the horrified onlookers outside.
Wooden man, the shape of burning god is enough to shock people.
However, at the moment, the original god of fire, like a demon, looks like a very small toy in front of the Thousand Hands Buddha Statue of Zhenshu.
Although I have seen this scene in the animation, I can't help but show my amazement when I witness this scene and watch the Thousand handed Giant Buddha connecting the whole world.
Um Is it really possible for human beings to achieve?
it happens that there is a similar case.
In the Warring States Period, we have seen this picture of Shihe, the fierce fight, Ai and others, whose faces are full of deep memories and fears.
What is the god of tolerance to calm down troubled times?
This is the picture in front of us!
Soon, the shouting from Qianshouzhu broke the silence on the court.
Standing on the Buddha with thousands of hands, he shouted to Xuanyue in feather clothes:
"I got it! Feather coat!"
'I hope you never do!'
The Xuanyue in the feather coat gave a sharp whipping at the corners of her mouth.
He had fought with Qianshouzhu for so long before, and he had also raised some confidence.
But at the moment, the fire in the true sense of Qianshouzhu was in full swing, and he found that the fire he had just started was going to be extinguished.
indeed.
"Immortal Dharma, Wooden Dun, Thousands of Hands, Buddha on the Top!"
In the earth shaking roar, the giant Buddha was stepped on between the thousand hand pillars, and launched the strongest attack like six immortals coming into the world.
The burning god was unwilling to resist.
But just like the nine tails of the tail beast, several giant wooden arms stretched out by Zhenshu Qianshou quickly beat the burning god away, and finally squeezed the burning god in the palm of his hand.
"What a foul!"
The Feathercoat Xuan Yue, who dared not join the top to transform the Buddha, could not help but complain when she saw this scene.
The burning god, who can compete with the wooden man and has a perfect body, can't last several rounds under the thousands of hands of Buddha.
The same goes for Jiuwei.
You should know that it is the end of the whole. It is much more powerful than the other eight tail beasts, only less than ten tail beasts.
This was easily handled by thousands of hands.
It's hard to imagine what it would be like to have thousands of hands against ten tails.
It is clear that there are not six levels between the thousand hand pillars.
However, under the skill of Immortal Dharma, Wooden Dun, Thousands of Hands, and Buddhahood Upwarding, the Feathered Dressed Xuan Yue felt that the thousand hand pillars were stronger than the six levels.
Burning God soon ushered in the end of destruction.
Later, Xuanyue, who was stared at by more and more wooden arms, felt like Monkey Sun facing Wuzhi Mountain, and had nowhere to escape.
"Dust Dun, the art of boundary stripping!"
There is no way to hide the Feather Clothes Xuan Yue once again.
Only this time the effect is average.
Only a dozen wooden arms were destroyed.
Without even having time to breathe, more wooden arms were stretched out from the Thousand handed Giant Buddha, giving no chance to the Feathercoat Xuanyue, and each blow covered him like destruction.
"Farewell, Xuanyue."
Looking down at the withered breath and scarred Feathercoat Xuan Yue, Qianshou Pillars finally said goodbye with respect and regret, extended a finger, and another batch of wooden arms stretched out from the Qianshou Giant Buddha, drawing the final end for the Feathercoat Xuan Yue.
"Farewell forever?"
Xuanyue in feather coat, who was seriously injured and had less than one strength, looked up and saw that the sky covered his entire line of sight. There was no gap in the wooden hand, smiled slightly and said in a low tone that could not be heard in the thousand hand column:
"Not farewell, but goodbye, between the pillars."
Since Wu Ying's unreasonable attack on a young man like himself, Yuyi Xuanyue has predicted his future.
When the Immortal Dharma, Wooden Dun, True Thousands of Hands, and Buddhas are displayed among the Thousand Hand Pillars, the last fluke in the heart of the Feather Dressed Xuan Yue disappears.
"It's time to plan for the future."
Feathercoat Xuan Yue looked around her seriously injured body and spilled blood everywhere. Finally, she looked at the world as a souvenir. Before the last blow of thousands of hands, her hands made a very special hand print on her chest.
"Forbidden art, rest forever!"
All of a sudden, strange black symbols appeared all over his body and connected into one piece, like flowing water, turning into black film and covering his whole body.
Time stopped at this moment. The wound on Xuanyue's body was no longer bleeding. The boiling Chakra calmed down, and her hurried heart also calmed down.
The vitality of the body is fixed.
But as a price, the soul of Xuanyue in feather clothes is rapidly dispersing.
"I look forward to seeing you again in the future."
Finally, I left this sentence, and the smell of the dark moon in the feather coat completely dissipated.
The body he left, wrapped in the black film, continued to sink, and perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment, without any difference.
Boom!!!
The last blow of thousands of hands came.
A huge pit was born.
"It's over."
In Immortal Mode, I felt that the breath belonging to the dark moon in feather clothes was really dying, and the thousand hand pillars that no longer exist breathed a deep breath and scattered thousands of hands.
After all this, even if he had a fairy body, he could not help showing fatigue and gasping for breath.
In this war, the energy consumption was no less than that of his battle with Ban Yi a few years ago.
"Brother!"
A figure came first at an amazing speed.
The visitor is just a thousand hands away.
He looked at the scene and asked, "Is Xuanyue in feather clothes dead?"
He straightened up and nodded.
Feign death cannot escape his perception in immortal mode.
There was no accident in Qianshoufei, he asked again.
"Where is the body of Yu Yi Xuan Yue?"
Qianshouzhu shook his head: "Xuanyue is very powerful, I can't stop."
"That's right."
There are some regrets in a thousand hands.
Fortunately, there are a lot of blood cells left by Xuanyue on the battlefield, which can still be studied.
Qianshouzhu seemed to know what his brother was thinking. At this time, he solemnly asked, "Collect Xuanyue's legacy and send it back to the Feathercoat Family. This is the respect he deserves."
"Brother, you..."
A thousand hands were helpless to persuade him. Suddenly, his ears moved, and he stepped forward, crossing in front of a rare tired thousand hands.
After all this, the sound of breaking the air came one after another.
It was Liedou, Ai and other people from the four tolerance villages who caught up later.
"Yu Yi Xuan Yue... finally died!"
Seeing the scene clearly, the three figures of Liedou, Ai and Shihe sighed with complex emotion.
A powerful enemy finally fell.
Unfortunately, the other one is still pressing on their heads like the curtain of heaven.
Fortunately, this person is not so ambitious.
All things are going in the right direction.
"Then, celebrate the coming of the era of peace!"
The first generation of wind and shadow fought fiercely, the first generation of Lei Ying Ai, the first generation of earth shadow stone river, and the second generation of water shadow ghost lantern moon, who just took office, extended their hands together.
"Peace"
Qianshouzhu sighed and then extended his hand.
Finally, the leaders of the five tolerance villages, representing the new order of the tolerance world, clasped their hands and announced the arrival of the era of peace.
This is the wish of all people who survived the war.
It seems that... really come true?
……
One day later.
Just after the peace was restored, the place where the plain was turned into a valley welcomed old customers again.
"Are there really no bones left?"
A thousand hands touched his chin and looked around.
An hour later, he rose from the ground, frowned and shook his head.
Still not found.
The body of Yuyi Xuanyue was really destroyed.
Fortunately, he didn't go for nothing this time. He still collected some cell tissues left by Xuanyue.
Without the elder brother, I can finally study everything about the man who is comparable to the gods.
He turned and left in a good mood.
The arrival of a thousand hands is just the beginning.
The corpse of a ninja, including a single blood cell, records useful information about the ninja during his lifetime.
Not only thousands of hands, but also other people and forces in the tolerance world are very interested in the body of Xuanyue in feather clothes, and this valley has attracted many people.
Several years later, an arrogant and powerful man came here, but he didn't dig anything like others. He just glanced at it briefly, then turned around and left with a cold snort.
Decades later, the place has calmed down and was named "God Meteor Valley" by later generations. A man with a pale face, like a snake, stretched out a bloody red tongue, and the golden pupils looked around excitedly:
"It is said that the man who is equal to the gods must not disappoint me."
A new chapter begins here.