Chapter 836 The tragic slaughter of bloody massacre

"No, no, stop quickly, stop six generals!"

Seeing the Six Saints of Meishan facing the challenge with the determination to die, the three thousand grass-headed gods who were in Yang's mansion to maintain the immortal formation also roared loudly.

The six generals did not hide, and they also attacked the Bodhisattva's killer moves like this.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see what Li Si and the others want to do.

The Three Thousand Grass Head Gods are not stupid either. Naturally, they can see that the leader and general of the six brothers of Meishan wanted to exchange their lives for their Grass Head Gods' survival.

The lock bombardment covered by Buddha's palms in the sky was very strong, making people feel desperate.

But the grass-headed gods also knew that if the immortal formation did not disperse, their leader and general could still work together to escape from the sky.

As long as they don’t care about their own people or the safety of the Yang family, they have great hope of escaping from Guanjiangkou.

However, the actions of the six generals not to retreat but advance at this moment made the three thousand grass-headed gods on the ground burst into tears.

The Six Saints of Meishan could not bear to see the three thousand Guanjiangkou soldiers die innocently, and how could the three thousand grass-headed gods watch the leader and general who have been with them for thousands of years and just die for their lives.

But unfortunately, the Six Saints of Meishan have decided to make up their minds. Even the Three Thousand Grass-Headed Gods wanted to take the initiative to rush to the Death Buddha Palm, but their cultivation was too low, and they even had no chance to die for the Six Saints of Meishan.

At present, the huge team of three thousand grass-headed gods could only watch the Six Saints of Meishan die for them, and everyone yelled angrily that they were incompetent and that they were too weak and furious on the ground.

But this is the reality. The survival rule of the strong can never be changed.

"Haha, it's really touching."

Samantabhadra also noticed the actions of the Six Saints of Meishan, and then raised a disdainful smile on his lips, thinking that the three realms are really stupid.

The six powerful Taiyi Jinxian people were willing to sacrifice themselves for a group of weak wastes.

Samantabhadra smiled, and he smiled happily.

At this moment, he even thought about secretly retracting the power of the Buddha's palm, so as not to completely wipe out the six idiot brothers and keep a trace of their residual souls.

Then... in front of the remaining remnants of the Six Saints of Meishan, he took action and killed all the three thousand pieces of the brothers who would rather die than protect them.

As my thoughts came to my mind, a hideous smile appeared on Samantabhadra's kind face.

Because just thinking of the scene, Samantabhadra found it interesting, and it was so interesting.

When he thought of it, Samantabhadra also waved his palms secretly, offsetting the power of the Buddha's palms falling all over the sky.

At the same time, the six Saints of Meishan who were flying around also launched their strongest attack.

But unfortunately, they let their demonic power reach their limit, but their attack fell on the Buddha's palms all over the sky, but they only cut through and offset several Buddha's palms.

Seeing this scene of being unable to resist, Li Si and others immediately tried all the Taiyi demon power, and based on their body, they built a large network of blocking the sky above Yang's mansion.

Then, the Buddha palms in the sky, which had the power of the Daluo Golden Immortal Buddha, fell on the demon power network, and then, a loud bang and burst into pieces.

The vast high-sky sky was occupied by the endless destruction of Buddha power.

The demonic power net constructed by the Six Saints of Meishan could resist the power of the Buddha's palm at first, but it fell with constant bombardment.

Li Si, who was leading the resistance, was also the first to lose his life under the continuous bombardment of the Buddha's palm.

As Li Si, one of the Six Saints, died of exhaustion, the other six Saints of Meishan began to lose their demonic power one after another, and their bodies were bombarded beyond recognition and their lives disappeared.

In just under ten seconds, the entire six saints of Meishan had all been destroyed one by one.

"Pu, pu, pu..."

As corpses fell from the sky, the large demonic power net woven by the Six Saints at the sky completely dissipated.

After the last saint's corpse fell from a high altitude.

The three thousand grass-headed gods inside and outside the Yang Mansion have already been crying and trembling wildly with anger.

But they never said anything, but stared at the eyes that were refracted from tears, staring at Samantabhadra and Guanyin who were free and free on their faces.

Immediately afterwards, among the three thousand grass-headed gods, who roared heavily with the word "kill"!

Afterwards, many grass-headed gods inside and outside the Yang Mansion also flew up desperately, carrying endless anger and murderous intent, and went straight to Samantabhadra and Guanyin to fight for their lives.

The three thousand grass-headed gods have been with each other for thousands of years, like brothers.

Now, the Six Saints Generals of Meishan are willing to die for them, and the grass-headed gods are not willing to live in this world.

If you want to die, the brothers will die together, but before death, the gods also wanted to take Samantabhadra and Guanyin to go to hell together. Even though that was almost impossible, the three thousand grass-headed gods also had a fearless impact.

But what they didn't know was that under the help of Samantabhadra, the six saints of Meishan briefly retained a trace of their residual soul floating in the air under the bombardment of the Buddha's palms all over the sky.

Immediately, after seeing all the three thousand grass-headed gods attacking, the six saints remnants shook rapidly, as if they were about to disintegrate and blocked the grass-headed gods with their bodies, trying to stop them.

But unfortunately, under the Samantabhadra Buddhism, the three thousand grass-headed gods could not sense the existence of the remaining souls of the six saints of Meishan. They only focused on attacking Guanyin and Samantabhadra, and wanted to stop the two Bodhisattvas from going to hell together.

"No, no, no, why, why do you want to do this."

Looking at the grass-headed gods passing through their brothers and others, the six saints' remnants also showed expressions of despair than death, and sat on the ground weakly.

Then, Samantabhadra, who was standing high in the sky, also moved with a grim smile. With the power of the Daluo Golden Immortal, he rushed into the grass-headed gods full of celestial immortals and golden immortals. It was undoubtedly a wolf entering the flock of sheep, slaughtering began.

Samantabhadra turned into a shadow, and his whole body flew past the three thousand grass-headed gods with a ghostly rapid speed.

Then a few breaths passed, and a large number of the three thousand grass-headed gods fell down in such a short time.

The remaining grass-headed gods also fell to the ground with a burst of bang at the speed of cutting wheat ears like sickles.

The scene of blood flowing into a river even dyed the stone floor inside and outside the Yang Mansion red. The shocking scene of massacre was like hell.

And under such unilateral bloody massacre, a bald monk who was as angry as a storm in front of the gate of the Yang Mansion Hall tried his best to climb out, then looked at the blood-red color in his eyes and roared with all his strength.

"Stop, stop.

What you want is the living me, but what should you do if I die in this mortal world?"
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