A Bug’s Desire To Survive - Chapter 115

After the anger, Sang Rong’s mouth overflowed with a sneer again, the blood spurting wound healed quickly, and the vitality of the others was absorbed by him little by little.

Wei He took a few steps back holding the dagger, staring at Sang Rong in the middle of the wooden vines, not knowing what to do for a while.

Everyone who was entangled by Muteng was also trying to get out of trouble, but Sang Rong’s magic power was too overbearing. Even the body became very weak.

“Haha, Wei He, for the sake of acquaintance, I will give you a chance to live, you can leave now.” Sang Rong said maliciously.

Wei He’s eyes were filled with frost, and he was unmoved by his words. Clusters of ghostly fire jumped between his fingers, trying to find his flaws.

As time passed, the state of others became more and more dangerous.

【Everyone. 】 At this moment, Qiao Mingce suddenly said through a voice transmission, “We may not escape death this time, so it is better to concentrate our strength and give it a shot, and perish with the demon cultivator. 】

Everyone silently exchanged glances with a decided look on their faces.

[MD, isn’t it just a death? The big deal is to go to Qilin Mountain to do ghost repair. 】

【Okay. 】

【I agree. 】

【Do it! 】

One by one voices fed back to Qiao Mingce’s mind.

[(Qiao Mingce) Wei He, survive and avenge us. 】

[(Wei He) Revenge is for sure, but I will never escape alone. 】

Qiao Mingce didn’t say anything, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: [Come on, friends. 】

When everyone received the signal, they activated their mana and released it recklessly. The power of dozens of people instantly surpassed Sang Rong’s absorption.

Sang Rong’s face changed slightly, trying to stop their crazy behavior that seemed to be self-destructing, but the potential that geniuses can explode in desperate times is enough to create miracles.

In the fog, the light **** shone one after another, like the sun, blooming with the color of life, gorgeous and powerful.

Wei He stood directly in front of Sang Rong, surrounded by black flames, as if he was an envoy from hell, and the grass, trees, soil and stones under his feet were turned to ashes.

“You bunch of lunatics!” Sang Rong used an angry howl to cover up the fear in his heart.

Wei He slowly closed his eyes, and a girl’s figure appeared in his mind: Chu…

“I’m here.” A whisper sounded in everyone’s ears, as if the breeze was blowing.

The next second, a fair and slender hand gently held a wooden vine, with a faint silver light flashing between the fingers, and a layer of frost spread along the wooden vine towards the end.

The spiritual power that was madly rioting was condensed and frozen by the frost, and then turned into snow flakes and merged into everyone’s body.

Immediately, the fingers flexed and flicked gently, only to hear a click, and the frozen wood vines shattered.

The fog dispersed, a long hair swayed and fluttered along with the broken ice, and the slender figure gradually appeared in everyone’s sight.

Original!

Qiao Mingce and other people who were familiar with her were all happy.

“It’s you!” Sang Rong looked at the woman who had repeatedly sabotaged his plans in disbelief.

One move stopped the self-destruction of dozens of people, and one flick cut off his practice.

What kind of perverted strength is this? ? ?

She must be dealt with!

Sang Rong had a sense of crisis in his heart without warning.

Pinching his fingers and forming a seal, he immediately decided to use the strongest move – Soul Song.

A strange magic sound came out of his mouth, like the scythe of the **** of death, splitting the souls of everyone.

“Ah-” screams sounded one after another.

“The heaven and the earth are clear and clear, the original self has no intention, the confinement is empty and the dust is silent, and all the simple things return to one…” An ethereal voice suddenly came from the sky, revealing the boundless Buddha Dharma, passing through Sang Rong’s magical sound, and reaching his soul.

“Pfft!” Sang Rong spat out a mouthful of blood, and the magic sound stopped abruptly. He looked up at the sky in horror, and saw a small boat floating among the clouds and mist. A girl sat cross-legged on the boat, looking down at the bottom with a calm gaze.

“…I am like Bodhi, calm and light of anger, if my mind gathers, disperses, divides, and merges, my spirit is clear and virtuous…” The chant continued.

The chaotic thoughts gradually settled in the tones full of Zen.

The demonic energy around Sang Rong, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, kept tumbling and surging, evaporating and dissipating little by little.

“Buddha…Buddha cultivator?!” He looked at the **** the boat in disbelief, trembling in his heart.

There are still Buddhists in this world?

Buddhist cultivators are the nemesis of demon cultivators, and a Buddhist cultivator with profound Buddhist teachings is capable of overstepping the level of restraint against demon cultivators stronger than them. The female Buddhist cultivator in front of her is obviously young and her cultivation base is not high, but she is so transparent about the Dharma, which is inconceivable.

As shocked as he was, there were several disciples of the sect who came to support him.

Their eyes all fell on the girl with the solemn treasure on the boat, as if they had seen some extraordinary sight.

The person who came to the door quickly recognized her identity as Jun Xiaobu, one of the orphans adopted in the original year.

For decades, she has been reclusive and unknown, who would have thought that she was actually a successor of Buddhism and Taoism?

She did not worship Buddhism, and always followed Yuan Chu’s side. The Dharma she practiced could only come from one person.

When everyone came to the door, they looked at Yuan Chu again. Jun Xiaobu was so amazing and talented, so what about the other orphans she adopted? Wouldn’t it be the same as her, all of them possessed stunts, right?

Wait a minute, isn’t Jun Xiaobu a 3% waste spirit root? How can a waste spirit root practice profound exercises? ? ?

Before everyone recovered from the shock, Sang Rong quickly restrained his demonic energy, cut off his tail like a gecko to survive, turned into a cloud of black mist, and escaped underground.

“Where to escape!” Someone noticed his movements and immediately chased away.

Sang Rong’s figure was barely halfway into the ground, and he was forced out by a group of black flames, facing the person who was chasing after him.

The escape route was cut off, and Sang Rong was forced to fight.

Under the siege of many masters, his proud prophetic ability and his self-proclaimed golden fingers have all become useless decorations.

There is the power of the strong, but the heart of the strong.

“I’m not reconciled!” He “reincarnated” his life and ended up in this fate!

Sang Rong’s eyes flickered with blood, and his demonic energy surged. Under the desperate situation, he actually broke through.

However, the moment of breakthrough was also the moment of his death.

[Hehe, one ant. 】When Sang Rong’s body was broken, a mocking voice sounded in his soul.

Lei Yin? He still hasn’t lost his soul?

【You are too weak, let me fulfill you. 】 Lei Yin’s words fell, and the remnant soul merged with him.

Sang Rong’s spiritual body instantly solidified, broke out of the body, and escaped into the ground.

It was so fast that no one noticed.

Sang Rong relies on the treasure appraising system to collect countless magical treasures. One of the magical treasures is bound to the soul, which can protect his wisdom and make him quickly achieve ghost cultivation.

Two ruthless demon cultivators merged into one, and under the catalysis of advanced cultivation, they have the foundation to become a generation of demons.

Yuan Chu looked at the place where Sang Rong disappeared, his eyes slightly darkened.

Tiandao was really unwilling to give up this chess piece, and gave him a chance to help him grow.

The next hundred years will be the dormant period when Sang Rong evolves into a devil.

“Chu.” Wei He came over and gave Yuan Chu a happy smile.

“Is self-destruction fun?” Yuan Chu asked suddenly.

Wei He immediately lowered his eyes, avoided her gaze, and said casually, “It’s really a last resort.”

“Are the treasures I gave you all decorations?” Yuan Chu said without pretense.

“Treasure?” Wei He said sincerely, “I treasure all the treasures you gave me.”

“Did I give you treasures for you to treasure?” It was because he knew his urination that originally he would give the candles to Qiao Mingce this time, otherwise they would have cooled off long ago.

Wei He took her hand and said aggrieved: “I can’t bear to use it.”

“What are you reluctant to give up, you just don’t know which magic weapon can deal with demon cultivators?” Yuan Chu exposed him mercilessly.

Wei He: “…” If you see through it or not, he also wants to save face…

“You also saw how Xiaobu restrained the magic cultivator just now, didn’t you?”

Wei He immediately woke up, the best magic weapon for dealing with demons is naturally a magic weapon with Buddha nature!

Among the magic weapons that were originally given to him, there were two Buddhist magic weapons. If he remembered it at that time, he would not choose to explode himself, at least he could delay until the rescue arrived.

Wei He suddenly felt that his IQ was worrying, and love really made people stupid.

Alas, how could he be so unsteady in his will that he fell in love with her casually? No way, who told her to like him so much, and he couldn’t stop it.

Wei He played with the original fingers unconsciously, and his mood was inexplicably rippling.

Yuan Chu: “???” What’s with this mysterious expression? Did he reflect on it? ? ?

“Group leader, thank you.” At this time, Feng Hao and the others came over and thanked them carefully.

Most of the members of the Feisheng group called Yuan Chu the group leader, and only Qiao Mingce would seriously call her “daoist friend”.

Yuan Chu: “No need.”

“By the way, there is also Xiaobu.” Feng Hao waved at Jun Xiaobu who was walking slowly, “Xiaobu, Xiaobu, come here, my brother is here.”

Jun Xiaobu smiled at him, peaceful and polite.

A few people had a simple conversation, and then they were interrupted by the others who came around.

The masters of various sects did not see the scene of the original shot, but only saw Jun Xiaobu’s Dharma defeating the devil, and they were very interested in her, and they showed her favor one after another.

While everyone’s attention was on Jun Xiaobu, Wei He led Yuan Chu to Sang Rong’s body, took off the storage ring on his finger, erased his soul imprint, and rummaged in the ring for a moment. , and found the recipe for refining the weapon lost by the Wei family.

Although Wei He was shocked that Sang Rong had collected so many treasures, he had no greed in his heart. For him, foreign objects are just aids, never as powerful as their own.

After he took out the secret book for refining, he handed the ring to Elder Yin Shu, who came to the door, and asked, “Elder, this person is called Sang Rong, a former classmate of mine. Take it back.”

The secret book has the imprint of the Wei family, and Elder Yin Shu understood it at a glance, nodded and said, “Since it is your family’s stuff, it can be taken back naturally.”

He took the ring and looked at it roughly. His heart trembled slightly, but he quickly calmed down and cast an admiring look at Wei He. In the face of many treasures, he can still maintain a normal mind, which shows his pure heart.

“Everyone has suffered from this sudden accident. After returning, you must take a good rest and consolidate your cultivation.” Elder Yin Shu instructed.

“Yes.” Everyone agreed.

After that, several masters from each sect left behind to break through the formation, looking for those who were lost in the formation. But everyone knows that those people are probably already bad luck.

The rest followed their disciples and returned to their respective sects.

This accident made Yuan Chu and Jun Xiaobu famous.

Although the latecomers did not see the original heroic appearance with their own eyes, but her ability to break the ice with her fingers, through the explanation of the parties, spread uproar.

As the only female Buddhist cultivator in the world, it has aroused heated discussions in the outside world.

“There are still inheritors of Buddhism?”

“Anyone cultivated into Buddhism?”

“God bless me Buddhism, the incense is not broken.”

Those Buddhist disciples who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests are all moved by the wind. Although they claim to be Buddhist disciples, there are not many people who truly practice Buddhism. First, the spiritual energy is thin, but the inheritance fault, and the third is the lack of understanding.

Now there is a Buddhist cultivator who is proficient in the Dharma, and he is overjoyed.

Because of Jun Xiaobu’s blockbuster, the child who was originally adopted in the past has officially entered the attention of various sects. After repeated research and testing, everyone was shocked to find that these orphans, each with their own flaws, now all have their own specialties and strengths.

They are not orthodox monks, and they don’t even have good talent and strong physical fitness, but they have walked out of a different path of cultivation.

And they were all taught by the original one.

Back then, she was considered to have a demonic heart and refused to accept her as a disciple, but she did not complain or complain, planted elixir at the foot of Qishan, collected orphans, taught disciples, and devoted herself to cultivation without seeking fame and fortune.

When everyone got to know her deeply, they realized how amazing she was.

“Sect Master, should we consider bringing the original income to the door again?” the elder suggested.

The door owner Huai Gu sighed, “It’s too late.”

Although it seems that she has only the cultivation base in the early stage of Nascent Soul, her xinxing and ability are enough to start a sect, and Jishangmen has lost the qualification to accept her as a disciple.

That night, Huaigu came to visit and asked Yuanchu, “Are you willing to start a sect?”

Yuan Chu thought about it and replied, “Then it’s called Xiaoyaomen.”

Between questions and answers, Xiaoyaomen, which will be famous in the world in the future, was born.

There is no fixed gate in Xiaoyaomen, there is a foothold between heaven and earth, there are many exercises, and there is no trace to be found. The only thing that is the same is that every disciple has flaws, but his heart is tough.

The author has something to say: this world is finally coming to an end, ah ah ah ah…