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The suddenly extended tongue abruptly attacked Jiaojiao, attempting to swallow Jiaojiao along with the corpse, its appetite was indeed large. However, before it could touch a single hair on Jiaojiao, Qin Yu's fingertip released a light that cut it off.
With a squelch, the crimson and foul-smelling tongue twisted and bounced a few times on the ground. It grew sharp spikes, shooting towards Qin Yu like a hedgehog, but was entirely blocked by a swastika light wheel, and then was pressed down by Wu Se's hand.
Hey, the same swastika, the same method.
Press! All sorts of presses on the ground!
"Looks like the Buddhists really enjoy pressing people down, do those in the heavens do this too?" Qin Yu joked in the Golden House with the Golden Wall, but her hands didn't stop moving, directly pinching a mark and flicking it onto the half-corpse Jiaojiao had put down.
——You mean those in the heavens, you include Zen Masters?
