The True Evil Spirit Race
The Bliss Heavenly Palace could sense any strange fluctuations of Buddhist light.
They had sensed it since the first swastika on Piccolo's body had awakened.
This was the second swastika awakening.
It had begun.
They thought that Piccolo was the Son, but as the second swastika awakened, they immediately realized that the people with the swastika were not the Son, but the Martial Buddha who protected the Son.
The Martial Buddha who had the strongest combat power.
"We can't let go of anyone who has been in contact with them these few days."
"You must investigate this thoroughly. It's very likely that the Saint is among them."
"There's a person called Chef Wang. He's always beside the person with the first swastika mark. Could he be the Saint?"
"Chef Wang?"
"There is such a person?"
"How could the Son be a chef? No matter how bad the Son is, he would not be a chef. "
"I understand."
...
Chang Mei frowned.
The appearance of the swastika made him shiver. It was completely out of his expectations. There were no signs, which meant that the Son was not far away.
It also meant that no one could control it.
The two people with the swastika had already appeared, and there were six more. As long as he paid close attention to what these six people had in common, he would definitely be able to find the Son.
The awakening of the Martial Buddha.
The Son would appear.
Now!
It was still the same as before. Anyone could be the Son.
...
Supervision Temple.
The three of them were locked together.
No one had paid attention to them since they were locked up.
Piccolo could not sit still and said, "Isn't your father an elder of the Buddhist Temple? Can't you just let him appear? "
Young Master Kuo smiled bitterly, "Let him appear? He definitely won't stand up for me. "
Compared to leaving the Supervision Temple, he wanted to know more about the swastika. He asked, "How did your swastika awaken? Can you become a Martial Buddha after awakening the swastika?"
Piccolo rolled his eyes at him and said, "How would I know?"
"However!"
Piccolo looked at Long Fei and said, "Before becoming a Martial Buddha, we must find the Son and protect him. Only when the Son becomes a Martial Buddha will we have a chance to become a Martial Buddha."
"Son?"
"Who is the Son?"
"That's right, wasn't the power in the Martial Buddha awakened by the Saint? You were the one who awakened my power. Are you the Saint? "
"Something's wrong!"
"You have the same power aura as me. You should also have a swastika imprint on your back." Young Master Kuo analyzed. "Who is the Holy Son?"
Piccolo said irritably, "How would I know?"
There was only suspicion in his heart.
However …
Is Long Fei the Holy Son?
He couldn't be sure, and even if he was sure, he wouldn't say it out loud, because … the duty of the Martial Buddha was to protect the Son of Saint, to protect him with his life.
"Oh!"
Young Master Kuo gave an 'oh' and muttered in his heart, "If it's not him, then who is it? Could it be that the Saint is among them? "
After a while.
He looked at Long Fei and said, "Brother, what's your name?"
"Why don't you have any Buddhist aura on you?"
Every Buddhist cultivator, no matter if you were a Martial Cultivator or a Buddhist cultivator, no matter how weak you were, you would have a trace of Buddhist aura on you. However, Long Fei did not have this kind of aura at all.
Piccolo immediately said: "He's called Chef Wang, he's just a chef, how can he have any Buddhist aura?"
Invisibly.
He was already protecting Long Fei.
Long Fei laughed.
Young Master Kuo nodded, and said: "Oh, but … The power of that move of yours is very strong, it's not some chef, right?"
Piccolo was very direct, he showed him Long Fei's wooden plate, and said: "If it's not a chef, would his name be Chef Wang? The most important thing right now is how to leave this place. Tomorrow is the Martial Cultivator Assessment, are we going to stay here and do nothing? "
Successfully changing the topic.
Young Master Kuo frowned slightly, and muttered: "The supervision temple is very strict, normally, there is almost no one who wants to leave unscathed."
Piccolo was startled, "Damn, I should have resisted back then."
Young Master Kuo said: "Resisting the Martial Monks is equivalent to opposing the Buddha City. You know how serious the consequences are."
Long Fei closed his eyes, he was not worried about anything.
He had even passed through the eighteen levels of hell, a mere prison like this, was so easy!
However …
He wanted to see why these people had captured them.
As for the swastika on Young Master Kuo's body, he couldn't say why, because he himself didn't notice that move. The Buddhist light in his body surged.
It was really because of this Buddhist light that the swastika mark in Young Master Kuo's body was activated.
Young Master Kuo sat on the ground, his face full of excitement: "The Teleportation Swastika mark is the best Martial Buddha mark, there are a total of eight people, the eight of them were eight brothers in my previous life."
Piccolo rolled his eyes at him, and said: "Who was your brother in your previous life?"
Young Master Kuo didn't mind, and said: "Where do you think the other six brothers are? Have they awakened yet? "
Piccolo said: "So what if they have awakened? So what if they haven't awakened? You still want them to come and save you. "
Young Master Kuo said: "If they are all awakened, then the Holy Son of Heaven will awaken next. At that time, wouldn't the eight of us Martial Buddhas and the Holy Son of Heaven be able to run amok in the Holy Buddha Realm?"
"That scene … Hahaha … So exciting."
Piccolo rolled his eyes at Young Master Kuo, his eyes were also filled with anticipation.
Eight Martial Buddhas.
A Holy Son of Heaven.
It could be said that … This was the strongest battle power of the Holy Buddha Realm.
However …
Who was the Holy Son of Heaven?
Piccolo looked at Long Fei who had his eyes slightly closed, and thought to himself: "Is it him?"
As they spoke …
The two of them slowly fell asleep, a smile hanging on the corner of their mouths. That kind of excited smile.
Late at night.
Suddenly.
Long Fei's eyes slightly opened, and in the darkness, it was as if a black bolt of lightning had flashed across his eyes.
In front of his cell door stood a person.
Standing in front of a black cloak was a person with eyes as deep as black gems.
Long Fei could tell at a glance that it was a woman.
Because!
Her breasts were very big!
Those eyes were also looking at him.
Their eyes met.
At that moment, Long Fei felt a strong chill. His right arm suddenly moved, as if a demon had suddenly woken up. Long Fei's mind slightly sank, and he said softly: "Evil Spirit!"
The woman's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness, and she said coldly: "It is said that the Holy Son of Heaven is born to be able to sense evil things, it seems like you are the legendary Holy Son of Heaven."
As soon as he finished.
The chill suddenly rose.
The sound of frost condensing could be heard throughout the dungeon.
It was as if his blood vessels were about to freeze.
The woman did not move.
Long Fei did not move either.
Because …
Long Fei was not confident. He was not even confident in using the God Explosion Fist.
The woman in front of him was the true Evil Spirit Race!
After a long time.
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