But if the same method is used for the second time, it will be useless. The Buddha's head's mind and nature cultivation is stronger than it expected.

Click to rub

Master Qing chewed in big mouth, and his flesh and bones chewed into pieces.

Puff puff puff!

It spit out the meat from its mouth without any warning, turning them into barrage, covering the Buddha's head densely.

Bang!

The stone slab under his feet cracked, and he rushed to Baker Richardson, who was cultivating from a distance.

It plans to completely solve President Baker and eliminate this hidden danger first. It also means using this threat. For example, exchange Baker Richardson's head for Kusanagi Sword.

Doesn’t Buddhism pay attention to whoever goes to hell if I don’t go to hell? Isn’t it because of compassion?

Let’s see how this Buddhist leader makes a decision.

As soon as it showed its intention, the Buddha's head noticed its thoughts, ignored the slut that was coming, and also rushed towards Baker Richardson.

In President Baker's eyes, there was a black shadow breaking through the air on the left, and a golden shadow breaking through the air on the right. He was intertwined by two extreme paths.

After approaching Baker Richardson, the shadow suddenly turned and culled the Buddha's head.

The two sides collided fiercely, and with a bang, the energy swung outward, and then it became a vortex.

Corpse, gravel, tiles, plants, branches and leaves, and various debris soared into the sky with the whirlpool.

The Zen rooms collapsed one by one, and the debris were pulled into the vortex.

Baker Richardson saw a broken arm and a sword flying around him, and the Kusanagi sword inserted into the ground with a "swish" sound. The broken arm quickly rotted into a foul-smelting meat.

Kusanagi Sword!!

The Buddha's head and the master's clone are single palms against each other, and the energy forms a vortex, which firmly absorbs each other.

"President Baker!" Buddha shouted.

There is no better opportunity than now. No one can break free while they fight against the qi. At this time, Baker Richardson became the key to the decisive victory.

"Come!" Baker Richardson's calm voice came.

puff!

The sound of the sword blade piercing the flesh and blood.

The Buddha's head froze, lowered his head, and saw a piece of sword tip that penetrated from his chest.

In an instant, the terrible toxin eroded the body, melted the flesh and blood, corroded the cells, annihilated the soul, and pushed the Buddha's head into the abyss called death.

The Buddha raised his eyes and looked at Master Qing.

"Why do you think I want to fight against you?" Qingshi sneered and did not explain anything else.

The Buddha's head slowly trembled, and the terrible pain swallowed the poor old man, making him tremble all over while dying.

The old monk tried his best to turn his neck little by little, as if he wanted to look back, look back at the person who took his life, or question him.

"Sorry." Baker Richardson whispered.

""

The Buddha's head stopped and did not continue to turn his head.

The Buddhist leader clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head: "Amitabha."

Some readers have guessed Richardson's identity as Erwuzi, mainly because I have laid the foundation. I have thought about giving you a "surprise" without laying the foundation. But after careful thinking, I feel that it will appear too abrupt. A truly excellent author should let readers vaguely guess the development of the plot. This is logical and not stiff.
Chapter completed!