Chapter 1325: Zhan Zong's Face-Pinching Challenge (17/120)

Life is a circle.

The reincarnation of all things is another circle.

Although the monk didn't know what was in the chaos egg, he figured out what would happen next at the moment the eggshell cracked.

The prairie dog succeeded in seizing the house, but the monk had no intention of stopping it.

As for the other prairie dog that was pushed out of its body, the clam had already been eaten in its mouth... and was being digested.

Vomiting, it must be impossible to spit it out.

"Amitabha, everything is destiny." The monk performed the Buddhist ritual and walked to the front. He didn't say a word, just stared at the prairie dog's lower body.

Mr. Gray Mist felt a little uncomfortable with the monk's eyes.

But I always felt that the monk's eyes seemed to be hinting at something.

He held his head and looked down along the monk's gaze...

I was surprised to find that I didn’t have any!

This groundhog!

It’s actually a female!

"Ahhhhh!"

When he thought that he would never have a "happy" life again, the prairie dog held his head and roared loudly, and then his body instantly petrified and turned into a sculpture-like existence.

"Master...is this?" Lord Thunder-Throwing Lord was extremely surprised.

"Totally autistic."

The monk sighed and said: "The divine beasts bred in chaos have the ability to evade inner demons and will never be invaded by inner demons. Once inner demons are generated, the body will automatically enter the purification mode until the inner demons in the body are completely eradicated. , will all turn into chaotic sculptures like this.”

After saying that, the monk took out an anti-realm magic weapon.

It was a Buddhist magic sword, made up of seven or forty-nine copper coins engraved with the Buddhist seal of "卍" in series.

The monk casually slashed at the petrified prairie dog.

The sword collided with the woodchuck's stone body, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

The sword energy was directly deflected, cutting into the sand dunes in the distance, and then causing a big explosion.

"It's so hard." Everyone was stunned.

"The Chaos Sculpture is indestructible. I'm afraid it's unrealistic to destroy it unless it's under the power of Ling Zhenren's palm," the monk said.

"Hey, monk, how long will it take for this person to recover after being autistic?" Miss Ajuan went up and touched the round head of the petrified marmot and asked with a smile.

The physical body of the female prairie dog that Master Gray Mist seized was still in the state of a young chick. Compared with the original overweight Master Gray Mist, it is really only a little bigger now!

He looks like a serious cute creature!

"So cute! So cute! If it wasn't in the petrified state, it would definitely feel good!" Miss Ajuan said.

"Let me tell you, it definitely doesn't feel as good as the Master's." Xiao Yin said at this time.

"Eh? Is Master Ling's face also soft?" Everyone was curious.

"I haven't touched it, I just heard it from my grandmother!" Xiao Yin remembered when he visited the Wang family's small villa before.

Wang Ma took out Wang Ling's childhood photos.

That face is really elastic!

And even now, he felt like the master's face could be filled with tears.

It's just that no one dares to try it easily...

Because I don’t have the guts.

"Hey, I really want to pinch the real person's face!"

"It's better if you don't commit suicide... the master will be angry..."

Suddenly, everyone's conversation suddenly shifted from the cute petrified marmot to the issue of pinching faces.

The topic changed so quickly that the monk found it funny.

"Okay everyone, since everyone is very curious, why not take a gamble?"

"Ah? Monk, do you also gamble? Are you not a monk?"

"I don't bet, but I can provide you with rewards."

The monk smiled slightly and picked up the eggshell of the Chaos Egg in front of him casually: "The eggshell of the divine beast is a top material for making powerful magic weapons and is a priceless treasure. If anyone can pinch the face of Master Ling, then the poor monk can do it with his own hands. Tailor-made a powerful Buddhist instrument.”

A magic weapon customized by the golden lamp monk himself!

It’s still made from the eggshells of mythical beasts!

Kinda want it!

"Okay! I'll compete!"

"I'm participating too!"

For a moment, many people raised their hands and said.

It's just a joke... As long as the timing is right, Ling Zhenren may not be angry!

That's what they thought in their minds.

"I think there is no need to be restricted when registering. Everyone within the War Sect can participate, including those inner and outer disciples and core members. Whoever can get it will win."

"Well, let's do that!" True Lord Throwing Thunder also nodded.

Xiao Yin and Loopy Ha were trembling as they watched.

These people are so bold!

I really don’t want my life!

"But having said that, what should I do with this petrified groundhog?" At this time, someone finally realized that the topic seemed to be getting more and more off-topic, and guided everyone to refocus their attention on the front, holding their heads in a roaring posture. Caught in a petrified prairie dog.

"It takes time to purify one's inner demons. Gray Mist Lord has been waiting for so long, but in the end, he still took his body and landed on the groundhog's body. This is the first blow."

The monk sighed and said: "After successfully seizing the body, I found that my eggs were gone. This was the second blow... Under such a double blow, inner demons were born, and I am afraid that I will not be able to wake up for a while. The poor monk and Ling The real person is about to go to an unspeakable place, and it is impossible to carry it with him. I think it is better to set up a sealing circle and move his petrified body there first."

"Sealing magic circle?"

"In this way, once he wakes up, he won't break the seal and do evil immediately. Although Gray Mist Lord still has the ability to use Chaos Gray Mist, after all, this is a young body, and the power of Chaos Gray Mist is far less than when he was in his prime."

"I see." True Lord Diulei nodded: "Then, we have to do this!"

"During the time when I and True Lord Ling go to the unspeakable place, thank you for taking care of me!" said the monk.

After that, he took out a scroll of "Great Sun Tathagata Prajna Sutra" from his sleeve and gave it to Diulei: "This is the Heart Sutra method for True Lord to break through the Immortal Lord, which is a little gift from me."

"But I am not a Buddhist disciple." True Lord Diulei smiled.

"The realm of cultivation has nothing to do with whether you are a Buddhist disciple or not. As long as you are wholeheartedly kind, you are qualified to practice." Monk Jindeng smiled.

"In this case, thank you very much, Master!" True Lord Diulei bowed.

...

On the other side, in the underground cellar of Zhan Zong,

Facing the "face pinching challenge" initiated by Diulei Zhenjun and others, Zhuo Yi was also at a loss: "Except for the grandmother and the grandfather, I'm afraid no one in the world has pinched the master's face! Do you want to try it, junior sister?"

At this time, Zhuo Yi turned his eyes to Sun Rong.

"Girls...how can you pinch a boy's face casually...you must have a very close relationship...otherwise, they will be misunderstood!" Sun Rong was incoherent and at a loss.

Seeing the panic of the girl, Zhuo Yi smiled in his heart.

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