The big men in the New Delhi Center couldn't help but close their eyes and came to welcome Thousand Hands to kill instantly, which was more than a thousand Buddhist palms. They were simply as vast as the vast sand in the Ganges River. The whole world could be said to have turned into a golden ocean.

The volcanic cracks of evil ghosts and evil gods are just insignificant dust in the palms of thousands of Buddhas. This is not a nuclear explosion, but the destructive effect and spectacularity it causes is not inferior to that of a nuclear explosion.

This is the effect of thousands of shells dragging the tail flame to bomb the target area. The originally bulging volcano was flattened by fists and palms, and the earthquake in the shaking area was forced to stop with poison. If the range of this Buddha palm could be expanded to the entire Megalaya range, this place would completely become a purgatory on earth.

But even so, converting the scope covered by the Thousand Hands Kill to the capital New Delhi can cover a small urban area, which is completely the level of a small nuclear weapon.

But in ancient times, even in today's era, mastering such an extraordinary country is equivalent to having a killing weapon in your hand.

The thousands of moving palms form a sharp contrast with the standing Buddha.

The dazzling golden light dissipated, and the Mingwang closed his eyes again.

It seemed as if the time here was accelerated by millions of times, and the sea turned into mulberry fields in an instant. The tall volcano crushed into flat ground. Although the terrifying evil god still remains on the ground, he will disappear at any time when he is dying.

"The evil god has not been destroyed yet?"

"Hiss, this physical strength is too amazing, how can this be done."

"If we don't use nuclear weapons, can we destroy Him?"

The New Delhi Center intuitively felt the horror brought by the extraordinary. In their eyes, we welcomed Thousand Hands Killing to Kill is already at the level of small nuclear weapons. The evil god who can resist small nuclear weapons is also half-deadly disabled, but the evil god has undoubtedly proved his horror.

"..." The evil god spread on the ground like a beach of liquid. From a distance, you can see that the body is rising and falling with breathing. Such a creature that does not conform to any scientific common sense can still breathe. The biology of the earth is destroyed.

"Crack and Crack." The evil god raised his head with difficulty, staring at the King of Ming who had almost burst into tears.

"..." The monk Sanzang, standing above the head of the Ming King statue, remained silent and took out the broken statue from his arms.

"Click!"

A strong wind blew, and the small statues instantly scattered into pieces and left with the wind.

But just after flying out, the statue fragments suddenly changed.

One by one, the fragments that were only the size of a fingernail expanded like a balloon, and they were filled with a level 8 strong wind, which made the visual effect reach a full mark.

The fragments expanded into thousands of years of giant trees, and penetrated to the ground with the roaring wind.

Wood escape!

This is like a waterfall falling from the sky, but countless waterfalls are coming endlessly. In terms of sound and light, this is not as dazzling as the Thousand Hands coming, but it is more spectacular and powerful.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The ground where the evil god was located was smashed into a sea of ​​trees and roots, and the terrifying impact lasted for several minutes before finally stopping.

"call!"

The ground was filled with violent dust and strong winds, and this "fast-growing forest" was incompatible with the rainforest of Megalaya.

But this was not over yet, and the straight giant trees began to bend and grow wildly again, as if they had cancer, and then they were connected together in pieces.

This strange scene does not look like the style of Buddhism, but has a strong dark fairy tale or Cthulhu flavor.

Fortunately, the King of Ming did not move, and out of his respect for this giant Buddha, the New Delhi Center also chose to hold his troops still.

The giant Buddhas didn't move, so why should they be anxious?

"Does these trees want to... build a building?"

“There are walls there, here are stairs…”

Gradually, these central masters also saw the trick. These trees spontaneously formed a building with a pure wooden structure. Moreover, during the growth and construction process, these trees will automatically change color. The land that should turn golden is conveniently turned golden, and the corners that should be carved with religious images will be automatically carved.

"It's a... tower!"

Just like the spire of the Holy Bishop and the onion head of the Star Moon Sect, the most typical architectural style of Buddhist architecture is the pagoda. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The pagoda among the pagoda is the nickname of the pagoda.

But the pagoda built by trees in front of me is not just a seven-story pagoda. Its height has risen from dozens of meters to hundreds of meters in a short time, and it is still rising to high school.

After all, it is the strongest construction team in the ninja world. It is easy to build bridges, houses and buildings. Most of the Konoha Ninja Village, which was destroyed by a single shot of Shinra Tenzheng, was probably because of the exclusive Wood escape.

The closer the tower through the clouds is, the narrower the narrower it is. The bottom area of ​​the spire is amazingly large, and the evil god is completely suppressed under the tower.

Not to mention thinking about the danger of the world, even a little finger cannot reach out from the bottom.

"A miracle." Looking down at this pagoda built in a very short time, everyone who saw it was trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

The legendary Tower of Babel, no, with the technical level of that period, at most it was to build a small tower worth dozens of meters.

Although with the support of modern technology, humans can create one engineering miracle after another that touches the sky, and set a new world record every few years, none of those engineering miracles consume a lot of money, and countless manpower and material resources can be accumulated for more than ten years before they can be finally completed.

More than ten years have been enough for political circles to replace them one after another, and the pagoda in front of me was quickly built at a speed visible to the naked eye. How long is this process lasting or a few minutes.

"If this pagoda falls..."

"No, I saw a tree root under the ground, and I don't know how deep it would be."

The more stable the foundation, the higher the building is, the more confident it is to build it. This pagoda cannot even fail to follow the most basic common sense.

"The Buddha has become smaller!"

The tall statue of the Unmoving Mingwang gradually became smaller, shrinking from three hundred meters to one hundred meters, and then dissipated in the night.

The Sanmeng, who was in the flesh, looked up at the Chuanyun Pagoda and looked deeply at the solid bottom of the pagoda.

The evil god was suppressed again, Muke had died, and he himself prevented a disaster from happening.

The growth of the pagoda stopped, and the tip of the top penetrated deep into the night sky.

Commonly cloudy weather in Meghalaya gathers in the sky, covering the moonlight and starry sky.

"Boom." A flash of lightning flashed in the cumulonimbus clouds, and the thunder sounded and exploded the moisture in the clouds.

"Crash!"

The heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky, and huge raindrops fell on the spire of the pagoda and exploded.

Unlike other people's unspeakable moods, Mizuno was just worried that the spire he had spent a lot of effort to build would not become a lightning rod.

"Amitabha." Sanzang looked at the bottom of the pagoda and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!