I became a saint in the game

Chapter 152 Don't think that scraping is harmless
Five seconds?

Ten seconds?

Time seemed to have been distorted by this blow, or perhaps Einstein's theory of relativity came into play, causing the individual to feel that time was infinitely stretched under the fatal attack?
Chen Shicheng didn't know the reason, but he seemed to see his parents waving at him in the golden light, and his mind began to replay his experiences from childhood to adulthood.

"Pounce on your mother! What the hell is a revolving lantern?"

Chen Shicheng, who was already lying on the ground and unable to get up, suddenly raised his head and hit the ground with his head.

"boom!"

The violent impact made his eyes go dark, but the illusion of his parents and the kaleidoscope of light disappeared, and the cruel reality appeared before his eyes again.

The barrier drawn on the ground lasted only for a moment before it collapsed instantly. The Buddha's power that was supposed to save the world turned into the power to subdue demons, which kept causing harm to him.

The bones in his body were broken into 412 pieces, his skin was burned, ulcerated and bloody, his own true energy and the invading Buddha's power were entangled with each other, and when his emotions were reached, he directly entered the violent mode, and he didn't even want a home anymore, just to vent.

Chen Shicheng's body was like a leaky water bag. From time to time, a stream of blood would burst out of his body and then evaporate completely.

Fortunately, as one of the eight magical spells of Taoism, the Golden Light Spell has extremely strong defensive power. Even after suffering such serious damage, Chen Shicheng was still able to hold on to his last breath, and his meridians maintained their basic functions despite the damage.

"You want to kill me? You're just dreaming!"

Persistence finally paid off. The surging and violent Buddha's power was gradually reducing its power. Chen Shicheng endured the pain like a knife cutting in his meridians and circulated his true energy to cover his body with a layer of ice.

Although each layer was consumed as it appeared, at least it gave him a break.

Raising his arm that was like a nine-section whip, Chen Shicheng sighed, not caring about saving his true energy, and directly launched two blasts of sweet rain.

"Oh~~~~Comfortable!"

With the sound of bones rubbing against each other, his injuries improved significantly, his meridians began to heal, and the broken bones in his arm were automatically repositioned, allowing him to barely support his body and slowly stand up.

At this time, the power of the swastika symbol had weakened to a level that the Golden Light Curse could withstand. He also didn't want to show his current embarrassment to the monk. He still understood the principle of bluffing.

".I hope you can ascend to heaven soon."

And just as he stood up, the monk's hypocritical words came through the gradually dissipating beam of light.

"The Paradise is the territory of you bald donkeys. If I want to go, I will go to the Heavenly Palace!"

Chen Shicheng sneered, forced himself to walk out of the pit step by step despite his aching body.

Because the blood that spurted out due to the riot of his true energy had been completely evaporated by the surging Buddha's power, so at this moment, apart from his tattered clothes, he looked as if he had not suffered any harm.

"This is impossible!" the monk frowned and said in disbelief.

The Six-Syllable Mantra is a secret method of Buddhism to exorcise demons and monsters. It is even more difficult to use than the secret skill of Dayun Temple, "Tathagata Palm". He just used a secret method from Japan to temporarily increase his strength, and was able to use it reluctantly.

How could a cultivator who hasn't even reached the Golden Core stage be unscathed!

"Yes, you are bluffing." The monk suddenly reacted and sneered, "Keep holding on, I want to see how long you can hold on!"

As he spoke, he gathered his energy into his dantian, stretched out his hands, leaned forward slightly, and roared at Chen Shicheng. At the same time, the shadow of a lion enveloped him and performed the same movements as him.

The huge sound wave turned into substance, scraping off a layer of the ground, and instantly arrived in front of Chen Shicheng.

Chen Shicheng could not feel any roar or strong wind at all. He just felt that his eyes went dark and it was as if a water and land Taoist temple opened in his head, with loud gongs and drums and suona accompaniment!

Damn! Why don't you go and cry at the funeral when it's so loud?

With the Golden Light Spell, the strong wind that was as strong as the blade did not cause any harm to him, but the huge sound waves made him unsteady on his feet and his eyes were full of stars.

Come and go without indecent!
Chen Shicheng endured the feeling of dizziness and retching, and without thinking, launched the Immortal-Slaying Formation against the monk.

Countless sword auras appeared out of nowhere and then fell on the monk like raindrops.

It was indeed like raindrops. Even though the Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent had reached 5.5%, the damage caused was minimal in the home court of a place like the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm.

The monk looked at Chen Shicheng, who was determined to fight back even if he couldn't cause any harm, and sneered, "Is this the counterattack of a weakling before death? What use is it other than adding to the jokes?"

Chen Shicheng did not answer either, but continued his seemingly useless attacks calmly. The sword energy chopped at the golden Buddha light around the monk as if it was free. There were so many of them that even the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drained away.

The monk shook his robe gently, chanted a Buddhist name, and then walked towards the struggling Chen Shicheng with a solemn look.

As if he wanted to make him feel the fear before death, the monk's speed was shockingly slow, and the demon-subduing handprint in his hand was not released, but only slowly gathering true energy.

It took him more than 20 seconds to walk a distance of less than meters before he approached Chen Shicheng.

"Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back."

"puff!"

As soon as the monk raised his hand, the acupuncture points on his right arm suddenly bulged. Before he could react, a hint of immortal-slaying sword accompanied by golden blood burst out of his body, and the shadow of the large handprint attached to his palm instantly dissipated.

It was not until this time that the monk finally realized that Chen Shicheng's seemingly useless sword energy did not seem to be intended to cause him any harm.

"what have you done?"

The monk looked angrily at Chen Shicheng who was so close to him, and began to circulate the true energy in his body, but he found that his meridians were filled with sharp knife intent, which constantly disrupted the circulation of his true energy and at the same time constantly destroyed his meridians and acupoints.

"Finally. It's done!"

Chen Shicheng raised his head, feeling the immortal sword intent stirring in the monk's body, raised his clenched fist right hand, and an unsettling smile appeared on his face.

The monk looked at Chen Shicheng in doubt and finally confirmed in his heart that the other party must have used the sword energy that could not cause any harm just now to allow the sword intent to invade his body.

Although I don’t know what the other party is planning, now is definitely not the time to think about it.

Thinking of this, the monk was not in the mood to deal with Chen Shicheng who was right in front of him, and hurriedly exerted force on his feet to step back, trying to circulate his true energy and suppress the sword intent in his body.

However, how could Chen Shicheng give him such an opportunity?

"Snapped!"

At the moment when the monk stepped back, Chen Shicheng made an onomatopoeia and opened his right fist.

(End of this chapter)