Chapter 905 Baimei returns to heaven (additional update)

"First grade, I leave this to you!"

The man in the T-shirt is seriously injured and can't resist at this moment, but if we use the Eternal Spirit Ring now, if Ichiro Tatsuzawa appears, we will really have no trump card.

I had an idea and handed the Eternal Spirit Ring to the man in the T-shirt. After many years of use, the Eternal Spirit Ring has become a royal treasure.

Even if the Yin Spirit is not summoned to fight, the small Ring Spirit itself can provide spiritual power to the person wearing the ring, thereby enhancing the effect of the magic weapon.

His Eight-sided Han Sword is the most traditional Chinese weapon and is more suitable for royal treasure blessing than my Mongolian scimitar.

Sure enough, the man in the T-shirt became much more energetic after putting on the Eternal Spirit Ring. He stood up and brandished his sword, aiming straight at Miss Yin Yang's throat.

Zen Master Baimei recited Buddhist scriptures loudly, and a phantom of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin with bright golden light appeared behind him. Thousands of hands came out at once, with incomparable power. Every place hit by Master Yin-Yang seemed to have been burned by fire.

The balance of victory seemed to be tilting towards our side little by little. I dragged my body little by little into the trapped spirit formation. As soon as I entered, I heard the painful screams of Young Master Yin Yang.

Could it be that Zen Master Baimei succeeded? I turned my head and looked over, but found that he was fine, but his eyes were a little straight. I followed his gaze, and I was surprised to find that the man in the T-shirt actually chopped off Miss Yin Yang's head!

"I told you, you are not qualified!"

The man in the T-shirt said while looking at Miss Yin Yang's headless body.

I looked at Miss Yin Yang's pretty face with a dead look, and felt a chill in my heart.

"younger sister……"

Young Master Yin Yang shouted, and then shouted hysterically: "Young Master, they are all here!"

Young Master, Ichiro Ryuzawa is indeed here!

In just a few seconds, the door of the antique store popped open with a bang, and Ichiro Ryuzawa, wearing a ninja uniform, rolled and landed opposite Zen Master Baimei.

"Young Master, they killed my little sister, you have to avenge us!" Master Yin Yang said with red eyes.

"Hmph, useless stuff."

Ichiro Ryuzawa glanced at Mr. Yin Yang with disdain, and slowly unveiled the ninja uniform. It was obvious that Ichiro Ryuzawa was much more powerful than before, but his voice sounded strange, as if he had the accent of a eunuch.

"You killed my people again, how do you settle the score?"

"what do you want?"

I stood up hard and stood together with the white-browed Zen Master in a T-shirt. After Ichiro Ryuzawa saw me, his normally normal eyes instantly turned blood red, and then turned completely black.

"Hurry and hide in the trapped spirit formation, I will deal with him."

After saying this, Zen Master Baimei threw the beads towards Ichiro Ryuzawa. Before I could react, the man in the T-shirt dragged me and ran into the trapped spirit formation.

I thought Zen Master Baimei was going to have a fight with him, but unexpectedly Zen Master Baimei was just stalling for time. After we came in, he quickly followed us in.

"Don't worry, every one of them counts today. I want to make this antique street free of chickens and dogs."

As Ichiro Ryuzawa spoke, an ink-like mist erupted around his body, his eyes began to turn black and purple, his whole person looked like Shura Death, and his body was severely twisted into a ball.

It seems that his ninjutsu is already quite incredible. No wonder Zen Master Baimei is so afraid of him.

"No, the trapped spirit formation won't be able to hold on at this rate. I'll hold him back and you guys run away."

When Zen Master Baimei saw Ichiro Ryuzawa turned into a monster, his expression changed. He closed his eyes and counted with three fingers, and said in a low voice.

After speaking, he looked at the man in the T-shirt seriously, got up and rushed out.

After running away, Ryuzawa Ichiro's tongue was exposed, and he kept calling at Baimei Zen Master like a soft sword.

Because his body was out of shape and slightly illusory, Zen Master Baimei's several attacks had no effect. Seeing this, the man in the T-shirt drew his Eight-faced Han Sword and went out to help. Unexpectedly, Ryuzawa Ichiro's seemingly non-existent body It's as strong as steel.

The Eight-faced Han Sword, which was as sharp as iron as mud, slashed forward, but only made a few sounds of metal collision. The man in the T-shirt obviously did not expect such an effect, and was stunned for a moment.

Ichiro Ryuzawa sneered and slapped him on the back, causing the man in the T-shirt to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Let's go!"

Zen Master Baimei dragged the man in the T-shirt to return to the trapped spirit formation. The distance between them was only five meters at most, but the two of them had no strength. However, Ryuzawa Ichiro's speed was faster than the wind, and they were so far away. I saw a sharp knife that was more than a foot long coming out of the shoes on his feet, and stabbed the man in the T-shirt on the back of the neck with all his strength.

"Careful! Get down!"

I yelled with all my strength, but Zen Master Baimei didn't know what was going on behind him, so he subconsciously turned around to fight back. When he saw the knife, he reflexively blocked it in front of the man in the T-shirt.

I spat out a mouthful of blood as I looked at the sharp knife that Ichiro Ryuzawa was approaching quickly.

The next moment, Ryuzawa Ichiro's sharp knife pierced the chin of Zen Master Baimei, and then passed out from the back of the head.

The semi-conscious T-shirt man wanted to drag Master Baimei into the battle, but when he saw that the other party didn't respond, he raised his head in surprise. When he saw the blood on Master Baimei's face, his pupils shrank instantly.

"Jiulin...save..."

Zen Master Baimei looked at me and said with great effort: "Save...the first year of junior high school..."

He spit out a mouthful of blood every time he said a word. After he finished speaking, he actually tried to put himself into a meditating posture, holding the prayer beads in his hands and folding them on his chest. The corners of his mouth that were spitting out black blood moved quickly, as if he was reciting something. .

Behind him, the tall Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara was crumbling.

Ignoring my own pain, I tried my best to pull the man in the T-shirt in from the outside. I yelled at him: "Junior Year, you have to live, you must live, we must live!"

Ichiro Ryuzawa tried to rush in many times, but as soon as he entered the range of the trapping spirit formation, he would be beaten back by Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara. This was also due to his recent practice of evil arts and happened to meet the nemesis of Buddhism.

"You are a coward, hiding behind others one by one, and letting your friends suffer for you?" Ichiro Ryuzawa said angrily.

Zen Master Baimei was still moving his lips, and I knew he was reciting the last Buddhist words! Damn it, Ichiro Ryuzawa kept attacking Zen Master Baimei in order to provoke us to go out.

With each attack, Zen Master Baimei will spit out a mouthful of blood, and Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara will also become blurred.

But then he continued to chant his own Buddhist words, supporting the vision of Guanyin, albeit increasingly slowly.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to kill this beast!"

The man in the T-shirt could no longer control himself. He had been friends with Zen Master Baimei for decades, and now Zen Master Baimei was being hurt mercilessly just a few meters away. How could he sit idly by and ignore it.

But I can't let him go out, otherwise Zen Master Baimei's sacrifice will really be in vain!

Finally, Zen Master Baimei stopped chanting sutras. His head hung down feebly, but he still maintained a meditating posture.

The next second, the tall Thousand-Armed Guanyin illusion exploded into countless fragments with a 'pop' sound.

All virtues were perfected, all evils were extinguished, and Zen Master Baimei passed away.

"These people died because of you, what qualifications do you have to hide in there and be a coward?"

Ichiro Ryuzawa kept insulting me, and my heart was bleeding. If it weren't for me, Zen Master Baimei would still be practicing in the temple, but could I rush out and fight for my life just because of this? Then what's the point of his death?

Living is sometimes much harder than dying!

(ps: Let me tell you, I have been ill recently and a lot of things have happened. I have not told you because I was afraid that everyone would be worried. The doctor recommended not to work hard and recuperate for a month or two, but Laojiu knows that everyone is waiting every day, so I have been staying up late to write, and sometimes the recommended tickets and monthly tickets are not delivered. I hope everyone understands that after a long time, I really can’t bear it. I am just an ordinary person, and I also have minor illnesses and disasters, but I also know: you Never leave me, never give up, I will work hard for everyone!)