The first bell rings, and the hair falls out.

The second bell rings, and the body shrinks.

The third bell rings, and the pores are opened.

The fourth bell rang, and beads of blood oozed out.

The fifth bell rings, and the blood clots.

The sixth bell rang, and the body was covered with golden scabs.

The seventh bell rang, and the Buddha was called in unison.

The eighth bell rang, and the snow vapor fog shrouded.

The ninth bell rang, and the golden light broke the dawn.

On the street, one by one, the surface of the body is plated with a layer of golden light. One by one, they became walking golden-bodied Arhats, thin, powerful, neat, similar in appearance, majestic and peaceful, but also containing great terror.

"It's not people, they're not people!" someone hid himself under the bed, shivering, muttering in his mouth.

Outside, the sound of the Buddha trumpeting became louder and louder, and the loud bell became more and more weird, vibrating in people's hearts.

Finally, the bell stopped. The whole county, that thick fog enveloped.

One after another, the golden light bloomed, like the stars in the sky, and then quickly dimmed, and the figures with a layer of golden light on the surface floated, flickering slightly in the dense fog.

On the top of the building, Wuyuan seemed to be tired, and after striking the bell nine times in a row, he sat on the floor, the floor creaked, and he looked overwhelmed at any time.

The big fat Buddha who had no chance to be reborn leaned on the big bell, snoring, and fell asleep. White mist erupted from the nostrils, and the white mist shot on the ground and flew dusty.

The whole county became hot in the thick fog. The snow on the rooftops of the street began to melt, and the ground became dirtier.

Bang!

The door was smashed, and the people hiding inside were pulled out one by one by one, and anyone who resisted was broken hands and feet.

As a result, clashes erupted, flames soared into the sky, and the sound of weapons clashing resounded throughout the city.

A retiring swordsman, his face pale. The sharp sword in his hand stabbed on the golden-bodied Arhat in front of him, making a bell.

Luo Han is thin and thin, and he is still shorter than this retired swordsman, but he has great strength, and his skills are extremely fast, and his body is plated with a layer of golden light, as if wearing a layer of iron armor that protects his body.

The sharp sword, driven by the swordsmanship that has been tempered for thousands of years, accompanied by the sound of the bell, is actually just a layer of skin pierced.

Golden blood flowed out, and the golden-bodied Arhat strode forward, without any fancy palm swinging.

The blade of the sword bent, and the swordsman was surprised to see the sword break under a palm.

"Monster!" he cursed, took three steps back, avoided the three palms, and stopped retreating. Behind him, is his family. So, there was no way to retreat, so I had to fight for my life.

A broken sword can still kill.

The swordsman held the hilt of the sword with one hand, the head of the sword with the other, dodged the palm of the cat's waist, and approached the side of the golden-bodied Arhat, and then there was a fierce push.

Burst!

Large patches of blood, sprayed from the waist of the Arhat.

That's the limit of what a swordsman can do.

Luo Han slashed down with his palm, and the swordsman screamed, the bones in his arm broke in response, and his arm fell limply.

The swordsman fell to the ground, and Arhat raised his foot and stepped down heavily.

Click!

In the creepy sound, the swordsman broke his limbs.

Then, his family was brutally murdered.

This kind of thing happens all the time, and all the remaining normal people in the county town suffer from this.

The rebels, all of whom had their limbs broken, were then carried by the Arhats and gathered in the sand field of the county military camp for people to watch.

In a desperate scream, they were surrounded by golden light, and were finally completely swallowed by it.

Then, he was too tall, as strong as an ox, and had a hideous face. King Kong with a heavy weapon appeared. His body was covered with a layer of golden veil, his face was kind, and he was holding a white jade bottle in his hand, and the Bodhisattva with a blood-red willow in the bottle also appeared.

Weapons and magic weapons spread rapidly among the Arhats, and it didn't take long for the Arhats to also receive weapons and magic weapons, and they were no longer empty-handed.

Finally, the fog dissipated, followed by a strong wind, followed by heavy rain, and the whole county fell silent again, and it seemed as usual as usual.

In the temple on the mountain, the empty shell that had been honest and unaware suddenly erupted, attacking everything around it ferociously.

The bowl was shattered, the gruel in the bowl flowed on the ground, and a pair of scarlet eyes looked at it, and he was stunned for a moment, and he was so frightened that he stood on the spot.

The hideous face pounced, and with just one punch, he could be beaten half to death without asking.

Suddenly, a bamboo stick poked in from outside the door, hit Murmur's calf, and Mur fell to the ground.

Behind him, a monkey's scream was heard.

Regardless of the feeling of a hand grabbing him by the collar, he quickly retreated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a touch of golden hair, such a remarkable feature, he didn't ask about it, and he naturally knew that behind him was a monkey ingot.

So, he relaxed his body and let the monkey ingots drag and fly.

With a bang, the normally silent temple was broken by this abrupt sound.

A frenzied group of empty shells slammed open the door, ripped off the frame, and chased after them.

didn't ask and complained secretly, and at this moment, she saw a shadow.

"Female Bodhisattva, run!" he shouted in a hurry, and then saw a scene he will never forget.

That female bodhisattva turned into a fierce tiger. With a slap, a crazy empty shell was easily pressed to the ground, and the skull was crushed.

Then he turned around, and the tail like a steel whip whipped at one of them, and suddenly, the empty shell was beaten to the waist and broken, and there was no air inlet and no air out.

Then, it was the time for Wang Sanniang to succeed.

These empty shells are very crazy, they are not afraid of life and death at all, and once they are ruthless, they are more ruthless than anyone else, and they kill people at every turn.

However, Wang Sanniang is not afraid at all, she has seen too much, her strength is too strong, no matter how crazy the other party is, no matter how desperate she is, she can't make up for the gap in strength.

Wang Sanniang just pounced lightly, went around half a circle, pounced again, and then waved her palm and turned around and waved her tail.

It didn't take a few tricks for these empty shells to be broken and fell to the ground, they were too weak.

......

Two flowers bloom, one mounted on each.

But it was said that Ghost Cry killed the woodcutter and his wife, and soon after Ghost Cry left, they got up from the ground in confusion, and one of them had the leisure to pick up his head, and then walked out of the door, out of the yard, along the road, towards the county seat.

However, by the time they reached the county seat, it was already late, and the county town was peaceful, but there was no one at all.

But they are not human beings, so there is no hesitation and no fear. They walked into the county seat, and soon met the golden-bodied Arhat.

Then, as if attracted to each other, the two sides began to touch, touching each other's skin. At this time, the skin of the other party will be strangely fused, and in the end, one person and one Arhat will be one, and the part of the person will completely disappear in the north wind.