The second palm that the immortal took was far less easy than the first one, and the strength of the giant Buddha this time was better than the previous one.

There was nothing gorgeous to speak of, the big Buddha just sped up the speed of falling palms, and the immortal volleyed his fist in the air, doing his best.

The moment the fists touched, a huge sonic boom stirred up a huge wave that swallowed the sky, and the clouds came and dispersed in all directions.

The downward waves of clouds were about to engulf the prosperous imperial city, and a layer of light walls rose out of thin air, blocking all the impact.

The clouds above the wall of light rushed to the world like an abyssal mouth, and the people below the wall of light were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, and the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe was delayed.

The familiar sound of falling to the ground sounded again with the scattered clouds and waves, and the second palm, as it had been a few days ago, once again embed the person under the palm into the earth mercilessly.

The immortal fell to the ground, and its trajectory was like a meteor passing by, which actually made people feel a little gorgeous.

In just a few breaths, although one immortal and one Buddha only have two palms, they have been sentenced.

The entire imperial city was safely under the big array, and the people watching the battle were no longer in danger.

So some of them plucked up their courage and shouted loudly towards the place where the immortals fell, "Get up..."

Presumably another admirer of Qiu'er, the immortal sighed in his heart.

At this time, his clothes were completely ruined, but the veil was unexpectedly still around his face, covering his face, forcibly holding back the sourness in his throat, and said in his heart: It's a pity, I have to retreat.

Without hesitation, the immortal took a deep breath, and his injuries were healed.

No longer paying attention to the big Buddha staring at him in the sky at this moment, the immortal's figure flashed slightly, and disappeared into the big pit that he knocked out.

The Big Buddha moved his gaze slightly into the distance, as if someone was flying across the sky.

The big Buddha wearing a hat has been sitting on top of the imperial city and has never had a tendency to leave.

I saw the right hand of the Buddha raised, and tens of millions of rays of light converged into a spear, and at the moment when the spear was formed, thousands of Buddha sounds were born, enveloping the entire imperial city.

With a spear in hand, the Buddha threw it towards the sky.

The huge spear flew like a line of fire across the boundless sky, disappearing at the end of the field of vision, unable to see if it had hit.

Keeping the posture of looking into the distance, I don't know how long later, the big Buddha turned into a little starlight and disappeared into the sky after a crystal shattering sound.

Everyone in the imperial city has seen this big Buddha this time, and after this battle, it is estimated that there are not many suspicious blasphemy words in the world.

The person who was supposed to show her head to preside over the overall situation, the empress who was heartbroken, was shocked and fainted as early as the first loud noise...

Therefore, when the entire royal family appeared on the Buddha, none of them stood up and said a word.

Everyone was busy crying and grabbing the ground, and the battle only lasted for a moment, so naturally they didn't have time to react, but many guards standing guard saw the big Buddha wearing a hat.

The monks in the inn were panicked, and said that they were already dead, so they simply gave up struggling.

The power of one person single-handedly takes on the great array of the imperial city, even in the west where the strong are like clouds, how many people can do it?

In the imperial city where the boiling water was originally frying, a masked man stirred, mortals panicked, and monks trembled.

When will the Iron Hoof of Xiqin come?

The drums in people's hearts sounded, and their hearts were flustered, and there was no cure.

At this moment, the monk who was waiting for his head to be collected left the inn, and sat at the gate of the city in despair, his eyes empty-eyed and the broken hair in front of his forehead.

Looking above his head, Qin Qiu's head hung high, while he waited for the immortal to turn around and hook his hand at him.

Xi Qin's famous eyes will be retribution, if it weren't for this reputation, in the face of the provocation of the leading table, his bad temper would have been slapped a long time ago, where would he wait for someone else to draw a sword first and cut off the hair in front of his head?

Hateful, point back, at the wrong time, hit the muzzle ...

Many thoughts suddenly flashed through his empty eyes.

Escape?

The sea of ink is so big, where to escape?

Even if you escape, can you escape?

Seeking asylum?

It's a pity that the building will fall, and the whole world, how many forces are better than Qin Shu?

Be a monk? The immortal just beat the monk;

Being an assassin? Changge Danghuan never involved human fighting, and someone stabbed him backhand when he was given money.

The dashing swordsman who cut off other people's heads with a sword some time ago has now become a pitiful monk waiting for death.

His eyes flickered dimly, flickered dimly, changed repeatedly, and the slightest hint of vitality was fiercely cut off by his own reason.

For a moment, he also had a fierce thought of fighting to break the net, strike first, kill one is enough, kill two to earn one...

However, the sudden cry of a baby and the woman's chuckle in his heart made him lose the strength to do it in an instant.

While waiting for death, he deeply understood what it was like to have a concern in his heart and fight between heaven and man.

A line of tears crossed his cheeks, the world was unsatisfactory, and there were always thousands of sad things, and it turned out that the immortals among the people were just immortals.

The vestiges of a man's dignity made him realize that he was crying and immediately wiped the water stains on his face, not wanting to be seen by others.

Between the sleeves, a fine cloth silk floated down.

He seemed to see a movable word in his eyes, and quickly reached out and grabbed the cloth, which read: Mention the first hand to me, live.

After the great sorrow, he suddenly rejoiced, he felt a lack of oxygen in his brain, and wanted to laugh uncontrollably, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, and secretly glanced up.

It's a hanging human head, a living thing...

While thinking about how to escape from the imperial city as quickly as possible, he jumped towards the head.

In the shadows by the city wall not far from him, a man leaned against the wall and chewed on the grass roots, snorted, and said to himself, "Bah, damn dog luck." If you kill someone, you still have a chance to live, wasting Lao Tzu's time. ”

Before the words were finished, the scolding man disappeared in place.

When the Big Buddha disappeared, in an old forest far away outside the imperial city, a deep trench stretched for dozens of meters.

At the end of the trench, a beautiful man's golden spear on his left chest was disillusioned.

No wonder the veil covers his face all the way, if this man walks in the world, he will definitely fascinate the women in the world and silence the children in the world.

This man is really, too beautiful, if you look closely, you will find that between the eyebrows, Qin Weiliang, who is known as the first beauty in the world by Mo Hai, is somewhat similar to him.

However, such a beautiful person, the black hole in his chest was as big as a bowl, and the blood was flowing out unstoppably.

This person is the Waisha Immortal who fought against the Golden Buddha on the Imperial City before, the emperor of Western Qin.

At this time, his eyes were empty, and in the black oppressive vision, only a faint golden light was still flickering.

The veil was shattered into ashes, bleeding from the seven orifices, and embedded in a deep pit. His eyes were stained with blood, and for a moment he felt that this scene was like a sunset.

As the saying goes, the sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk, is this my twilight?

Qin Hua thought of something, and a trace of ruthlessness suddenly flashed in his eyes, never.

If the heart is born on the right side, he will never die.

It's just that his scene really makes Qin Hua feel too miserable.

Ever since he had entered the Nine True Realms, there had never been a time when he had been seriously injured to such an extent.

Resisting the spear with both hands, at this time, the presence of the hand bones could not be felt except for the pain, and it must have been shattered into slag.

Qin Hua, who had the face of an immortal, tried to exhale a breath of immortal qi to recover from his injury, and when he took a deep breath, he found that the more than 1,300 immortal qi he had cultivated for decades was only as weak as a gossamer at this time.

Even this immortal qi is even smaller than the one when he first entered the mortal realm, is this a whole realm that has been knocked back?

"Hah..."

Qin Hua originally tried to laugh at himself, but after a sound, a sharp pain in his limbs suddenly hit, almost making him faint all of a sudden.

His decades of experience had taught him that if he fainted at this point, he was really dead.

Awakening is more important than the immortal energy in the body at this time, as long as the consciousness is still there, you can save the injury.

Forcefully withstood the fresh sharp pain with his will, and Qin Hua began to sink his consciousness to find the wisp of immortal qi that was slowly flowing in his body.

After the previous lesson of laughing and affecting the injuries of the whole body, Qin Hua scored steadily and did not make any mistakes.

Guide that small section of immortal qi to walk in the meridians, follow the trajectory of the exercises, and cycle one week after another, although it is slow but a little bit of recovery, it will eventually improve.

This was his plan, and when it came time to implement it, he found that it was far more difficult than he expected.

Because, when he didn't pay attention, the meridians had all been broken and broken.

The damage that spear brought was much more than a massive impact of power. Suddenly, Qin Hua remembered in his heart that his beloved son had also died under the palm of this Buddha, and great grief surged up like a rising tide.

Tears could not flow, and the whole skull was in terrible pain because of the slight twitching of the tear glands.

Qin Hua exerted all his strength to adjust the wisp of immortal qi that was originally coiling in his abdomen to the skull.

The moment his skull ached, he knew that if he didn't stop the nerve reaction, his body would definitely put his consciousness to sleep in order to protect itself.

If you sleep this night, any wild wolf will be enough to eat itself.

Can't take risks, Qin Hua chose the most painful path.

That is, first of all, to maintain a high degree of sobriety, and in this case, to heal one's broken body one by one.

Cell-by-cell repair, a little meridian connection.

Time passed, and Qin painting did not stop in the slightest.

Finally, when the sun sets, all the meridians in the body are connected.

The amount of immortal qi is also restored in the breathing aura, which is a big injury and solidifies the foundation, and the healing is to raise people.

Originally, there were only 1,300 immortal qi in the Qin paintings, but at this time, the number of them had reached 1,400 when they were running in their bodies.

Standing after the break, Qin Hua felt that this unintentional harvest was really a little comfort given to him by God.

If the True Nine Realms are injured, as long as the meridians are not damaged, the heaven and earth are full of spiritual energy, and the mountains and rivers are spit out, the injury can be eliminated.

However, it will take some time.

Taking a deep breath, the wind blew in the heavens and the earth, and the invisible aura flowed towards Qin Hua.

The next moment, there was a tiny rustle like a tender bud breaking through the earth.

A man in the pit stood up.

The setting sun swayed on his face, beautiful and picturesque.

Glancing contemptuously at the sunset on the horizon, Qin Hua spit out a sentence: "The sunset is not good, Lao Tzu's dusk is still far away." ”

The person who had been guarding him outside the pit spit out the grass roots in his mouth, and when he saw the immortal get up, he arched his hand and said: "When the immortal gets up, Xiqin will be fine." ”