I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 59: The Return of the Golden Cicada and the Fall of the Bodhisattva

"Not good, not good. We have been blessed by our wise teacher and are fortunate to be ranked as Bodhisattvas. We have long transcended the mortal body. You are courting death!"

Shishan's roar shook the City Lord's Mansion.

The manager who popped up from the side scanned everything that happened on the rooftop with his cunning eyes.

"Hehe, it turns out that Bodhisattvas also fight each other. I'd better kill one of them for me. Then maybe I can get the Bodhisattva status!"

The boss was hiding behind the door, smiling obscenely.

But it was this laughter that caught Sanhui's attention.

"Humph, you are not a good person either!"

The demon-subduing pestle was swung out and pierced directly through the headman's forehead.

He originally had several decades left to live, but now he is dying right here just because he joined in the fun.

This crazy scholar is really scary.

"Come on! Today it's either you or me who will die!"

Sanhui roared, and the demon-subduing pestle in his hand made a crackling sound, even leaving wisps of afterimages.

"Death? We now have a lifespan of 460,000 years, and the sea of ​​blood below is inexhaustible. You can't kill any of us."

Shishan stuck out his long tongue and directly wrapped it around one of Sanhui's legs, then smashed half of the opponent's head with his staff.

However, as the blood mist in Sanhui's brain gushed out, it returned to normal after a while.

"Four hundred and sixty thousand years? Hey, dream on!"

And at this time.

The golden cicada in the sea of ​​blood also began to move.

He held the belly of the fish and cut several times towards the heart, wrists, stomach, neck and thighs.

As his blood mixed into the white jade Guanyin, the sea of ​​blood suddenly surged and rolled up waves.

But it's not the same as before.

At this time, there was not a single crack on the Thousand-Armed White Jade Guanyin, only the water level had risen a little.

"Thirty percent of the blood storage capacity is 100 million years, so to fill this thing up, it will take at least 200 million years?"

Two hundred million years, and the history of the first emperor of the Central Plains and the founding of the country is only a few thousand years.

However, although the numbers are exaggerated, Jinchan is not bad.

Immortality has no end. At most, it will just be a little painful soon. Anyway, I have gotten used to everything during the twenty years in Peach Blossom Land.

next second.

I saw Jin Chan insert the fish belly from the chin, and then move it down until it reached the belly button.

Insert your hand along the wound and peel off the fat and meat from both sides.

Tear, tear again and again.

Jin Chan gritted his teeth and tore the flesh off the upper body just like a farmer would when slaughtering a pig.

The golden cicada after a moment.

There is a skeleton under the neck, except for the heart hanging between the ribs.

The rest of the internal organs, without the protection of skin and muscles, also flowed into the sea of ​​blood.

The water level inside the huge Thousand-Armed Guanyin continued to rise.

40%, 50%, 70%, 90%, 100%.

The blood had already flooded the top and was then rushing towards the City of Joy.

Not a moment.

Because there was a city wall surrounding it, the Happy City suddenly turned into a huge hot spring.

However, the hot spring contains not steaming hot spring water, but smelly blood.

"Oh no, my relic is not responding!"

The expression of the Bodhisattva of Ten Virtues suddenly changed drastically.

Immediately afterwards, all the Bodhisattvas except Sanhui could no longer sense their own relics.

"Haha, it seems that you succeeded!"

Compared with the group of panicked monsters in front of them, Sanhui's three heads all grinned.

Although he still had no idea how Jin Chan did it, the result was smooth, so there was no need to figure out the process.

"Sanhui, don't think that you can kill us just because you destroyed our relics!"

After losing the relics, these sixteen great Arahant Bodhisattvas no longer dared to exchange their lives for others' as they did before, but became more cautious in everything they did.

"Everyone, recite the Pudu Sutra together, and don't go forward to fight!"

After Shishan gave the order, the sixteen bodhisattvas stepped back one after another, put their hands together and chanted the Pudu Sutra of the Pudu Master. "Prajnaparamita, the great self-transformation is in the three lives of universal salvation."

Strange Buddhist scriptures were chanted out of his mouth and entered Sanhui's ears.

Bliss, rebirth, suffering, happiness.
Countless completely opposite emotions surged in Sanhui's brain and body.

Sometimes he laughed like crazy, sometimes he cried and hugged his head, sometimes he stood there in confusion.
Snot, saliva, and tears flowed out of three heads with different expressions.

It's like I have hysteria and I can't figure it out at all.

"Catch him and return him to the wise master for punishment!"

A long tongue came out of Shishan's mouth and wrapped Sanhui tightly.

"Shishan, what should we do with that guy?"

Abi pointed at the bloody hot spring under the roof and asked.

"Never mind for now. I don't know how that kid managed to break our relics. Let's go back and report to our teacher first!"

Without a lifespan and energy of hundreds of thousands of years, Shishan dared not be careless at this moment.

He was even unwilling to take a step closer.

"Shishan, what are you afraid of? A fallen bodhisattva and a mortal, even if they have no relics, I can kill them!"

Abi, who had a green face, fangs, black skin and diamond flesh, said with disdain.

The nine-ring knife in his hand was shaking so much that it made a buzzing sound. It looked like he was a man with a mind full of violence.

"Shut up, Abi, go chop off Sanhui's head for me. Even though you can't kill him, under the effect of the Pudu Sutra, Sanhui won't be able to recover for a while!"

As the Bodhisattva who had followed the virtuous master for the longest time, the others dared not disobey Shishan's words.

"it is good!"

Although Abi was reluctant, he had no choice but to give up.

He waved the Nine-Ring Sword twice in the air, and then walked forward step by step.

Just as the Nine-Ring Sword was about to chop off Sanhui's head.

From the bloody spring below, something resembling an intestine suddenly shot out and hooked firmly onto the pillar of the rooftop guardrail.

"Idiot, why don't you just plug your ears?"

I saw Jin Chan grabbing the other end of the intestine and jumping out of the blood.

There were two fingers inserted in his ears, just like when he fought against the past incarnation of Master Pudu.

In the other hand, he was holding the belly of the fish, which had completely changed.

Back on the rooftop, Jin Chan chopped the tongue that was tied to Sanhui into several sections with just a light wave of his sword.

"You are the one who destroyed the relics we were waiting for?"

Abi, who had the worst temper, took a look at Jin Chan, who was covered in blood, and then he raised his nine-ring knife and chopped at him.

"Fish belly!"

Jin Chan glanced at him slightly and then swung his sword at Abi.

Then he never looked at the other person again.

"You don't know what you can do. It's just a thin sword. I will cut you and this broken sword in half."

Abi snorted and sneered at the skinny Jin Chan.

But the moment the swords collided.

Abi paused for a moment.

Then, a long crack appeared on his diamond-hard black skin from his chin to his navel.

Then the skin and flesh peeled off, and the black internal organs flowed all over the ground.

"This, this is impossible!"

Avici, without his relics, fell to the ground with a thud.

Purdue was founded thirteen years ago.

The second of the Eighteen Arhats passed away.

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