roccoschili Chapter 770 You prodigal bald ass!
Chapter 770 You prodigal bald ass!
Communication failed, and Buddha Siddhartha did not do what he wanted.
Hundreds of ancient angels gathered around him, and a dense net of purifying light was laid out.
But the effect of the purifying light on the dragon's body is basically zero.
Buddha Siddhartha did not blindly do useless work.
The strong power of faith was poured into the bodies of those ancient angels under his control.
The purifying light emitted contains the power of faith.
At the same time, a beam of supernatural power as thin as a hair flashed away again.
Blast into the dragon's head.
But this time, Buddha Siddhartha suddenly discovered that his own powers could not shake the opponent's mental power.
Shenlong didn't stop, aiming directly at those ancient angels.
Buddha Siddhartha's emotion-pulling power is very strange.
But in the final analysis, it is still a spiritual power.
For Wang Mingyang, whose strength has soared now, it is not painful at all.
The only thing worth noting is the purifying light blessed by the strong power of faith.
Moreover, there are too many of them!
With Wang Mingyang's speed at the moment, he could not avoid being hit by some beams.
The strange power of faith wears away the light protection on the surface of the dragon scales.
The purifying light containing the attribute of annihilation played some role.
The Buddha's supernatural rays pose little threat, but when the endless power of faith surges in,
Wang Mingyang also had to deal with it distractedly.
Although the power of his faith is pure, it cannot withstand the strength of the other party!
The power of faith brought to the Buddha by hundreds of thousands of believers is simply inestimable.
At this moment, the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm has been completely shrouded in white mist.
Wang Mingyang would definitely not be his opponent if he were to fight with the power of faith alone.
After all, there were only twenty to thirty thousand people who provided him with the power of faith.
Wang Mingyang did not take the initiative to spread his faith, everything was done spontaneously.
So it's more pure.
Therefore, Wang Mingyang was still able to hold on steadily despite the erosion of the Buddha's vast power of faith.
The power of faith on both sides was rapidly consumed.
If things continue like this, Wang Mingyang will definitely be unable to bear the burden first.
But he didn't plan to fight a war of attrition.
The power of Yuan Magnetic suddenly erupted, suddenly attracting the surrounding Primordial Angels.
All the stars exploded, burning nearly a hundred ancient angels in an instant.
Countless thunderballs of destruction appeared in the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm.
The light golden Buddha realm is reflected in an incomprehensible darkness.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The thunderballs were scurrying around, tracking the ancient angels, and kept roaring.
Buddha Siddhartha's face was as deep as water, and the light golden Buddha light blessed these ancient angels.
Want to help them resist some attacks.
But it was all in vain.
The barrier formed by the space attribute of the Buddha's light was torn to pieces together with the ancient angels in it under the explosion of the thunder ball.
The annihilation attribute of the Destruction Thunder is simply the nemesis to these ancient angels.
With the defense power of the Buddha's kingdom in your hands, you are invincible against other superpowers.
But in front of Wang Mingyang, it was really not that good.
Sensing the rapidly increasing reading value, Wang Mingyang couldn't help but let out a high-pitched dragon roar.
Lightning flashed across his body, quickly harvesting the ancient angels.
Seeing that there were only about 400 ancient angels left around him in a moment.
His own powers have no effect on Wang Mingyang.
Buddha Siddhartha finally couldn't sit still.
He had already seen that this oriental man had made up his mind to clean up those Buddha Eye Protectors first.
Then turn it against yourself.
Buddha Siddhartha was not ready to sit still and wait for death. He put his hands together and lowered his eyebrows.
"Namo Amitabha……"
The deep Buddhist sound is very solemn and solemn, echoing in the mind of every believer.
Hundreds of thousands of believers below looked up to the sky.
There was enthusiasm, yearning, and intoxication in his eyes.
What followed was an ecstatic feeling.
It's as if the whole person's soul is flying towards the paradise world.
But the reality is that with the sound of Buddha's voice.
The bodies of those believers swelled up and exploded in just a few seconds!
The huge blood energy, mixed with the light golden power of faith, converged towards the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand like a torrent.
Even those low-level ancient angels exploded one after another.
Believe in blood sacrifice!
Sacrifice the flesh of a devout believer to gather the huge power of faith.
"Fuck! This is mine!"
Wang Mingyang couldn't help but cursed when he saw this, and he didn't care about causing trouble for Buddha Siddhartha.
Quickly cast the large-scale Vientiane Spark and Destruction Thunder to speed up the process of harvesting reading values.
How can reading be important if you kill the Buddha or something?
The three remaining Vajra monks exploded one after another with expressions of struggle and unwillingness on their faces.
Only the strongest Bhadra had blood spurting out from his arm that was broken by thunder.
His eyes were closed tightly, his face was twisted, and he was still struggling.
He believes in Buddha.
But he is unwilling to become such a sacrifice to enhance the opponent's strength.
As a fifth-level strongman, Bhadra has his own tenacity.
However, it still couldn't last more than ten seconds before it exploded into a ball of blood mist.
Even the ancient angel born in the body continued to explode in the next moment.
Become one of many sacrifices.
A huge bloody shadow enveloped Buddha Siddhartha in it.
The strong power of faith was poured into it crazily.
The blood-colored shadow slowly opened its eyes, and a pair of blood-red wings mixed with gold and white slowly spread out.
[It is discovered that the superior ancient angel is distracted, and the host is asked to use all his strength to eliminate it...]
Shu Ling's prompt sounded at the right time.
However, Wang Mingyang was not surprised by this, and even wanted to laugh a little.
I don't know if it was because of his rapid improvement in strength, but the system book spirit didn't even say the word 'warning'.
With the blessing of many powers, the shadow quickly solidified.
Finally, a bloody angel with eight wings was formed.
The city that was originally bustling with people was suddenly deserted.
Some survivors looked at all this with their mouths open.
Many people watched helplessly as the butcher knife that was about to fall on them suddenly fell.
The ferocious superpower in front of him exploded into blood mist and flew away.
While shocked, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
At least, I survived...
When this phantom took shape, Wang Mingyang finally killed all the ancient angels.
Fortunately, his speed is fast enough.
But there were more than 300 animals sacrificed by the Buddha.
And there are many sixth-order ancient angels among them.
Wang Mingyang almost became so angry that he vomited blood!
"You... a prodigal bald ass!"
Wang Mingyang's beard trembled wildly and he cursed loudly.
More than three hundred!
This is totally worth more than 30 million readings!
It is completely possible for him to upgrade all the abilities of more than 3,000 Genting backbones to the B-level level.
In this way, they are at least eighth level qualified.
As long as he doesn't die on the way, there is a high probability that he can be promoted to the eighth level.
It is even possible to be promoted to the ninth level!
Proper high-end combat power, able to face the existence of the mid-level ancient angels.
Now, it has been sucked clean by the Buddha in one breath!
"Damn bald donkey! Die!"
Wang Mingyang roared angrily, Yinglong's body moved crazily.
Endless storms, thunder, and flames filled the entire Palm Buddha Kingdom.
Along with the golden divine dragon, they gathered into a huge dragon-shaped shadow.
They all attacked the bloody angel that was several hundred meters high.
"Bloody Hand Pagoda!"
Buddha Siddhartha shouted lowly.
The bloody angel's palm retracted, and then he printed it slowly.
The palm prints falling from the sky were wrapped with endless power, and they covered the head of the oncoming dragon.
At this moment, all the power of faith in the Buddha's kingdom seemed to be gathered in this palm.
The suppressive power of the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of his hand was pushed to the extreme by Buddha Siddhartha.
Firmly restrict Wang Mingyang to the range of the palm print attack.