Chapter 28: Tibet Guge

As soon as he entered the hall gate, he saw dense Buddha statues and niches. Master Yara staggered and almost fainted from excitement.

The Great Mandala Zen Festival, a noun that only appears in legends and secret history, has always been in the same position as the direct God-Entertainment.

It is said that it has long been destroyed in countless wars and sect conflicts, just like the legendary sky garden and the statue of Alexander. Now it is all in Tibet. No, there is probably only this Great Mandra Sect Sacrifice in the world.

Reunion

Ximi and the other two watched Mojin confront Master Yara from a distance, and Huzi said to Ximi: "Do you want to go down and help?"

Ximi smiled contemptuously and said, "It's good that we can watch the battle. This is not a fight that can be intervened at our level."

Lin Ren said on the side: "Boss, you said, who has a better chance of winning by the boss or that old guy?

Chilly..." He chewed the vine in his mouth, pulled it out with his hands, and sucked it in like sucking noodles, making a "chilly" sound.

Ximi said: "It's hard to say. Seeing Mo Jin is so vigilant, that old man puts a lot of pressure on him."

"I don't think so," Lin Ren said shamelessly, "That old man is so old, I can kill him, slap..."

Ximi couldn't stand it anymore and scolded, "I told you not to put everything in her mouth. It's so fucking disgusting!"

Lin Ren nodded and laughed, stuffed all the vines into his mouth, chewing them like chewing gum, making a "bajibaji" sound.

Master Yara originally thought that this title was not very deterrent, and the other party might admit it calmly and threaten himself with this identity. Unexpectedly, the other party's reaction was so strong, which was beyond the expectation of the mage.

The mage gently avoided Mo Jin's straight punch and thought to himself: "Hmph, are you planning to kill someone to silence me if you have been exposed?"

He leaned back and avoided the whirlwind kick.

Mo Jin's fisting was getting faster and faster, his body was like an iron machine, and every punch was whistling with wind. Master Yara was like a gentle leaf. Wherever the wind blows him, he floats toward him. Mo Jin's fist was all lost!

After Mo Jin finished his boxing, before the mage could recover, another set of boxing was launched again. Gradually, the boxing technique became extremely feminine, slid, dazzling, slashed the throat, slanted, and slashed the ribs, and all attacked the weak parts of the human body.

Master Yara couldn't help but change his face, and he used his punches to seal the frame to protect his body's vitals. He used the skill of wrapping the plate with his backhand to restrain Mo Jin's extremely vicious boxing technique.

Soon, the mage's hands were clasped with Mo Jin's arms. The mage's feet stepped on Mo Jin's instep. The two sides had very different figures. One was thin and short, the other was extremely tall, with a pair of dry bone-like hands like chicken feet, but locked a pair of muscle-shaped mechanics. The strength between the two sides was not distinguished.

No matter how hard Mo Jin struggled, he could not break free from the mage's chicken feet. He rushed over. The mage Yara's body leaned back a little, and Mo Jin felt that a pile of cotton wool was hit. Mo Jin suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth to exhale, attacking the mage's eyes with his breath, and the change was abrupt, which the mage did not expect.

As Mo Jin's power suddenly surged, he was about to take advantage of the moment when the mage blinked.

The mage was not surprised when he was in a state of change. He instantly let go of Mo Jin's arms, shrinking and swelling, and somehow he pulled out of Mo Jin's hands. As his arms grew, he grabbed Mo Jin's chest and turned his whole body backwards, avoiding Mo Jin's pursuit.

The mage turned over continuously, and his speed was so fast that he went four or five meters in the blink of an eye. Mo Jin was about to chase after him, but he felt a sensation of pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that, along with the bulletproof vest, he was torn off a piece, revealing his golden-haired chest muscles.

It was only then that he remembered that the pair of chicken feet had a resounding name - "Dali Eagle Claw". He inserted five holes and grabbed one handful of meat. The last time he used this kind of martial arts in public was the Chinese national hero Huo Yuanjia.

Although the mage did not catch Mo Jin's handful of flesh this time, the map on his chest...

The mage had long noticed the map that Mo Jin stuffed into his chest. Although he didn't know what it was, looking at Mo Jin's attention made him decide from the beginning to take the thing over.

Mo Jin was angry and rolled on the spot, pulled out his gun and raised his hand, and the speed was extremely fast.

But the mage still didn't give him a chance. Mo Jin raised his hand and he had already taken action. With a "ding", a flying needle used by a special forces soldier struck Mo Jin's muzzle, and the first two shots were lost.

When Mo Jin came back, Master Yara had already retreated far away. In this place where obstacles were everywhere, it was very unrealistic to accurately kill a quick-witted person.

Master Yara has also discovered that this guy who is so muscular that he looks like a monster is amazingly powerful. If he had not suppressed him by his pure skill, he would not have taken advantage of any advantage.

So as soon as the things were obtained, the mage immediately chose to withdraw. In terms of speed, the mage may not be as good as Mo Jin, but in the ups and downs of the corridor, there was a mage Yara with a zip lined up and downs, and he went far away in an instant.

When Master Yara fought fiercely with Mo Jin, Zhuomongba had already avoided the mercenaries hiding in the room, so he looked for the mark left by Professor Fang Xin and others, and went straight to the entrance passage of the Thousand Buddha Hall. On the way, he passed by Soris and others. Zhuomongba was on the third floor above them and had no direct encounter with them.

But a figure of Mo Jin that he had just seen appeared in his mind. He always felt that he had seen that person somewhere, but now he didn't have time to think about it anymore. He couldn't wait to rush to Professor Fang Xin and the others.

Yueyang struggled to roll down from the Tibetan opera mask and shook it for several steps. Although the sky was turning and the earth was moving, his trembling legs still stood firm.

Basang crawled out of the wet corpses. They were all the corpses of girls. Their chests and abdomen were hollowed out. After being soaked by that strange liquid, they turned slightly yellow and white. The key was that the smell was disgusting.

Basang was suppressing her. After leaving the corpses more than ten meters away, she finally couldn't help but lean against the wall and retching.

Then Basang and Yueyang worked together to push away the box pressing against Zhang Li. Zhang Li's face was buried in a pile of broken clay pots, and the liquid with the aroma of wine poured all over his head and face. There was a white thing similar to Tai Sui in his mouth, and his eyes were particularly bulging.

Just when Yueyang thought he had died, he spit out the Tai Sui in his mouth and said calmly: "It's okay, I'm still alive."

Yue Yang stroked his chest and said, "You boy, I almost scared me to death."

Zhang Li moved with difficulty, and was half pulled and half-retted by Yueyang and Basang, and gasped and said, "Let's go... see the instructors and the others."

Lu Jingnan and others were resisting the harassing attack outside the door sporadically. Basang and others approached the professor and others after detouring the stone pillar. When they saw Tang Min lying on the ground, they couldn't help but say shocked: "What's going on?

Have you been shot?"

Lu Jingnan said: "The impact injury caused by the bomb just now is estimated to be damaged by internal organs, and now there are mild symptoms of shock.

Damn, they were blocking the door, and they clearly didn't want us to go out. How are you doing?

Have you been seriously injured?"

Zhang Li said: "We are fine, at least we can still move.

There seemed to be someone at the entrance of the West Palace. I don’t know what they are doing. Do you want to block us in this Buddhist temple?

What are the benefits for them?”

Tang Min pulled Basang's ragged clothes and asked, "Has Jombara been back?"

He... can they come back?"

The pitiful beauty looked haggard, just like a dead flower that was about to die. Anyone who saw it felt heartbroken.

Yue Yang comforted: "No problem, Miss Minmin, don't worry, Young Master Qiangba will definitely come back. They will arrive soon after the marks we left along the way.

Do you feel better now?

Do you want some water?”

Tang Min's black mouth twitched, shook her head and didn't want it. Her eyes were staring at the entrance of the hall, as if Zhuo Mu Qiangba's figure would appear in the next moment. Even if she could only take a look, it would be good.

Blood Pool Building.

Mo Jin chased after him and shouted, "Stop him quickly, he snatched the map!"

Soris on the upper level led his men to intercept him with a gun. He saw the wizard Yara swaying and slanting, pausing slightly in the air, shrinking his wrist, raising his hand, and then another steel wire inserted into another staircase, landing lightly like a spider and thirty meters away. Then another swing, all the bullets fell to nothing.

Soris was just suspiciously dazzled and murmured: "What is this?

Is China's light skills?

I haven't heard of such light skills. I'm simply a real-life version of Spider-Man."

Mo Jin chased him downstairs panting and scolded loudly: "Why don't you stop him?

Damn it.”

Soris became angry and said angrily: "Why don't you look at it yourself? Can you stop it?

Why don't you tell me he can fly?

It’s really inexplicable. How could such a thing be done when we walked together?”

At the same time, Master Yara, who was flying in the air, wondered in his mind: "Where has that person been seen?

Ah! It’s him, the man in the Ahdi Palace!”

Thousand Buddha Hall.

Maso and others hid behind the Buddha statue and smoked, turned around and fired two shots from time to time. Dajie ran back from the entrance of the passage and said, "The bomb at the entrance of the square passage is also loaded."

Masso looked at the watch and said, "How much time is left?"

Lei Bo said: "Detonate in ten minutes."

Masso thought for a while and said, "Wait for another two minutes.

They were all seriously injured, and at most two people could run, so they could not kill them, hum.

Who is it!”

Suddenly, a figure swayed at the door and rushed in. Before Masu could shoot, the figure disappeared among the Buddhas.

Zhuo Muqiangba was also in a cold sweat. Unexpectedly, there were enemies in the darkness of the hall. If he hadn't heard that the sound was wrong, he wouldn't know how he died.

Fortunately, there are many Buddha statues in the hall, which is very easy to avoid. Zhuo Muqiangba interspersed in the Buddha statues continuously and flashed into the west hall, and became more and more uneasy: "How was the fight?

Professor, what are Minmin and the others?”

He accelerated his pace.

Turning around the corner, I heard someone in the hall whisper: "There is someone on the right."

Then someone said, "Don't shoot, it's your own people."

Zhuomangba said: "It's me."

Suddenly, a burst of emotion surged in my heart. Fortunately, everyone is still there, and Zhuo Muqiangba's nose feels sore.

"ah!"

"Strong..." "It's you..." Everyone's voice was swallowed halfway, and everyone's voice was so familiar.

The reunion of life and death seemed like a different life. Zhuo Mu Qiangba could no longer hold it back and rushed forward. Under a faint light, the first thing that caught his eye was Minmin lying on the ground surrounded by everyone.
To be continued...