The ferocious evil ghost turned into a chain, and the blood-stained ax broke the shackles.
Every time Zhou Weide climbed up, he would be attacked by the surrounding evil spirits.
They cursed, they resented, and they treated Zhou Weide the same way they treated the gods on top of the Buddha. They were happy when they helped, and sad when they didn't.
Zhou Weide knocked off their outstretched hands and smashed them off the Buddha's body, making them part of the rain of flesh and blood.
It was only then that they discovered that it was not impossible for them to survive by relying on the Buddha's body.
But even so, they who did not fall to death still threw themselves at the lotus platform at the Buddha's feet, frantically pulling at the dark silk thread, hoping that the gods on the Buddha's feet would give them a hand again.
The climbing ladder Zhou Weide smashed with a fire ax was ignored by them.
It seems that they only have the ability to grasp, but not the strength to climb. They can only anxiously beg the gods on the top of the Buddha for mercy.
"Bang, bang..."
One by one, the gods on the top of the Buddha fell out of strength, and the evil ghosts who were smashed off the Buddha's body by Zhou Weide watched helplessly. God was thrown to death.
The blood, flesh, and bones of the gods were smashed into pieces and splashed onto the bodies of the evil ghosts.
The next moment, these evil spirits suddenly collapsed. They let go of the black silk threads in their hands and rushed towards the place where the gods fell.
"Ah..., Abba and Amma, why are you, you are human beings, who sent you to the throne of God."
"It was you who sent you, It must be from you, you evil ghost."
"It's from you, you all deserve to die."
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Hundreds of Zhou Weide fought each other in the rain of flesh and blood. They bit each other like the most ferocious evil ghosts. When the gods on the top of the Buddha fell, they tried hard to stretch out their hands, trying to pull them away. They hold up.
"Bang..."
What is the concept of 208 meters? It is as high as a 70-story building. How could they catch it? They were just smashed to death together.
The evil spirits biting each other were like balls, and their outstretched palms were like dandelions.
When they tried to catch the fallen Buddha gods, the flower bloomed, and it was a flower of the other side blooming with blood.
"Zhou Weide, go up quickly...
Go up and tell them that we are living a good life and ask them not to hang their blood lines anymore."
Blood The transformed flower on the other side was enchanting and strange, and countless overlapping voices sounded from it. They called for Zhou Weide, who dared to climb the giant Buddha, and ascended with their last words.
Although they were crazy before, at least they were still human. Now they are not even human, but they speak human words.
Unfortunately, the rain of flesh and blood was very heavy. There were many people they wanted to catch, but they failed several times.The blooming of life and death failed to let the gods of Buddha Ding see Manzhu Shahua in the end.
Manzhushahua, desperate love, destined to life and death, the flower of the other shore.
Their efforts were not in vain. Although the gods on the top of the Buddha did not see the flowers blooming with blood, Zhou Weide saw it. He, the only one who dared to climb the giant Buddha independently, saw it.
"Praying for gods is like a ghost, and saving people is like a god. This Buddha's bun on the top of the Buddha's head and the lotus platform on the Buddha's feet can accommodate the sacred. Only this Buddha's body pities the ghosts' resentment, and the blood turns into the other side."
"Bang..."
Zhou Weide used force to pry a gap in the Buddha's body, and the rolled copper skin became a new ladder.
This time he no longer chopped down the resentful evil spirits, but smashed them to the ground one by one, hoping that they would see who made the flesh and blood lotus platform.
He dug and hammered all the way, taking a break when he got tired and kicking more evil spirits off the Buddha's body.
The further up he goes, the blunter his ax becomes, and the greater the chance that the evil spirit will fall to his death.
He didn't know if the evil spirits would take the opportunity to straighten the copper skin after he went down, and then swarm to these places to defend.
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But he knew better than to retreat, because there were flowers blooming below, and they kept calling their common name.
He waved his fists and knocked over several evil spirits who rushed towards him. When he was about to continue digging the stairs, he suddenly felt someone tugging at his trouser leg.
Zhou Weide looked down and saw an ugly face with only half of the flesh. The man had a fawning and ferocious smile and pushed the ax in his hand upwards.
"Zhou Weide's axe, here it is for you."
"Where did it come from?"
"We pounced on those dolls, there are many axes, we will give them to you Send."
"Okay, do you want to go together?"
The terrifying man with exposed teeth and bones stretched out his hand excitedly.
"Can you?"
"Of course, I'm here to salvage you. If I can't salvage you, I will clean you up and then climb to the top of the Buddha for you."
Two blood-stained palms held each other, and at the beginning of the separation, a bright red thread was born between Zhou Weide and the axeer.
The silk thread is similar to the silk threads hanging from the gods on the top of the Buddha, but the colors are different. One is a black blood shackle, and the other is a red thread.
At this moment, Zhou Weide became the god of the axe-givers and someone they could rely on.
"You dragged the gods off the Buddha's summit, but your silk thread didn't gain any weight for me. Why?"
"I don't know, maybe it's because of me It’s Zhou Weide too.”
“Yes, you are all Zhou Weide. Let me be your own god.Only then do I have the strength to pull everyone forward. "
After Zhou Weide was willing to be relied on, the evil ghost who fell from the Buddha's body placed all his hopes on him.
Blood-red threads fell from his body, He became their god.
There is a blood-red silk thread climbing up the giant Buddha's body, which is in sharp contrast to the countless hanging black silk threads.
The Buddha's body cassock. The evil ghosts in the trap no longer dared to reach out randomly. They looked at Zhou Weide in fear, as if they were looking up to a great god.
The evil ghosts followed, causing the red thread behind Zhou Weide to get thicker. He is getting stronger and stronger, and he is becoming more and more attracted to the evil spirits in the cassock.
"He seems to be a powerful true god, and he will definitely be able to take us to the top." ”
“He is Zhou Weide, he is not a god. ”
“He is. Anyone can be God, as long as we can rely on it, it is the true God.” "
Many evil spirits in the cassocks jumped out and grabbed the blood-red threads with force.
As the blood-red threads differentiated more and more, the hot blood-red seemed to be growing continuously. Like tree roots, they wrapped the outer shell of the Buddha.
Their joyful calls gradually became unified from the chaos at the beginning, and finally merged into a prayer of blessing.
"Zhou Weide. Take me up, Zhou Weide must go up. "
Only a few evil ghosts climbed the copper-skinned stairs. From time to time, they passed the ax and extended their heads to Zhou Weide's feet for him to borrow strength.
Others were dragged along The upward evil ghost pulls back and forth and turns into a seat for Zhou Weide to rest in the middle.
Looking up from the Buddha's foot lotus platform, Zhou Weide looks like a blood-red god, and the evil ghosts look like fearless and loyal believers. /p>
They are following their gods to launch a divine war. The old gods sit on the heads of Buddhas and spread the black thread of compassion, while the new gods rise from the bones and blood and dig the road forward.
"As you wish, as you wish. As I wish, as you wish, we are here. ”