Slaughter the Sunlight Bodhisattva Just as Yang Jian wanted to slay Jiufeng by the same trick, when the left palm of the Virgin revealed a yellow drum, tapped the finger and popped up a muffled sound.
Drum sounds faint to others but it is not less than a thunderous fleeting sword in Yang Jian’s ears. In spite of this, Jiufeng found an opportunity to fly away from the fleeting sword and came to the side of the Virgin in shock. Yang Jian frowned and took a deep look at the fishing drum in the virgin’s left hand. I knew at a glance that this magic weapon had increased the sound attack ability by a big margin, which was enough to settle myself a little.
However, Yang Jian was not worried that when the Virgin could hurt herself, she was caught off guard. She shook her head and smiled. Yang Jian’s magic was put out to seal her ears, but she didn’t have the ability to move.
When the Notre Dame saw her opponent’s displeasure, she snorted. With the sound of the yellow drum, Yang Jian paused. Although it was not as long as before, this small pause was enough for the Notre Dame, Meng Ke and Xingtian to stop him from slaying Jiufeng.
Purple hammer, jade ruler and axe appeared in front of Jiufeng at the same time, blocking the fleeting time and advancing sharply.
When Ding rang, Yang Jian knew that when the Virgin was present, he couldn’t kill Jiufeng himself, so he pulled himself out and flew back. This thankless thing Yang Jian disdained to do cause and effect, and he had his own opportunity to understand in the future.
What’s more, Yang Jian’s continuous dynamic ability and the course to the extreme every time have already consumed most of his powerful mana. At this time, it’s just a hollow one. This is still based on the ability of the saints to return to the air only in the heavens, otherwise the mana would have been stolen.
At the same time, a thought flashed through Yang Jian’s mind. "When the Virgin didn’t take out the purple hammer before, did she intentionally take my hand and slay the Buddhist brother?"
Flying back ten feet, Yang Jian quietly pranayama interception on the sea, and the four witches didn’t know that his depth was standing in the original gaze and did not take the initiative to attack.
A moment later, Yang Jian recovered most of his mana and wondered whether to sneak attack and slay Maitreya Buddha, Yamatonokusushi Buddha, weaken the strength of Buddhism and see how the Virgin reacts.
Just then, Yunyun and Kong Xuan, Wen Zhong and Yunxiao returned to Yang Jian with a sigh and gave up their previous ideas.
Thirty-three days away, in the depths of chaos, I heard the discussion of "Three Saints to Three Saints" by the leader of Tongtian for six years. I shook my head inexplicably and smiled easily. As for the left, he said, "Nine places have a result."
"Amitabha is good, good" Amitabha withdraws the note "Nine deep and remote places". The shriveled face of the Buddha’s name is becoming more and more bitter.
Nu Wa Niangniang and Hongyun Bodhisattva had known for six years that the goal was that Pangu would never win the government and become a saint. Seeing that he changed the subject, he avoided the discussion and smiled at each other.
For a long time, he has been a proud person in the mind of Tongtian leader for 6 years, and he is not proud of himself.
Seeing for 6 long seems unwilling to agree with his proposal and suddenly startled.
However, the leader of Tongtian ignored the Nine Deep Places, and as a result, his chest was filled with shame and indignation. At the same time, he held a glimmer of hope and once again said, "I don’t know what to do with the three saints of the Buddha demon family after I won the government."
Suddenly, I felt that I seemed to be weak, so I paused and raised my head slightly and continued, "If you want to start work now, you can’t do it."
"The emperor doesn’t like bullying more and disdaining less." Aware of the hidden meaning in the divine glory of the Tongtian leader, Hope shook his head for 6 years and said, "But the emperor’s patience has been exhausted and he can’t wait for this day any longer."
The third volume Fairy things Chapter three hundred and twenty Armageddon this world
"What …"
With a faint smile for a long time, I swept through the four saints, namely, Tongtian Patriarch, Nu Wa Niangniang, Hongyun Bodhisattva and Amitabha, and said surprisingly, "The Emperor decided to help Ying Zheng improve Pangu as soon as possible."
The four saints stared in amazement for six months, grasping several chaotic qi with one hand, like a long dragon, as if they had converged from a limited distance and condensed into an egg-sized bead in the palm of their hands, which gradually faded from chaotic gray until the color was transparent.
With such a change, four saints beside me are not single, and even those who have contributed to all this for six years have a startled look. Suddenly, there is a faint sense of the origin of Yuan Tianzun’s pure power.
"It turns out that chaotic compression to the extreme can give birth to such changes … but I don’t know how the Yuan Buddha controls such terrible power. It’s a pity …"
I felt the expansion force of my palm for 6 years, secretly feeling that my mind moved and started, and my ability to drag away the ghosting image appeared in Ying Zheng, where I fell upside down and squeezed the condensed chaotic gas from the top door of Ying Zheng.
"ouch! ! ！” Ying Zheng tore heart crack lung to cry, his body bulged like a balloon, his face twisted painfully, and his 400 million pores were oozing with fine and dense blood beads. The whole person seemed to be covered with a dark film.
Tongtian hierarch doesn’t stop the blue figure flashing with fear and anger from coming to the side of 6-year-old and holding the sword to cut it to 6-year-old and complete "6-year-old! What do you want? ! ! ！”
6 long white slender palm with a demon emperor Rapier unsheathed block to the sharp horse angry sword with a metal ringing, the strength of both swords collided from the intersection of the two swords, and the amazing aftermath of air billow was squeezed into a large piece of white.
Air billow scattered out and fell into madness. Ying Zheng was rushed red-handed and couldn’t stand the strong strength and whined and fell straight for 33 days.
Glancing at the falling Ying Zheng’s mouth with a relaxed smile, he casually put away the demon emperor’s holy kendo. "The leader will be in a hurry. The emperor just couldn’t stand Ying Zheng’s slow absorption of chaotic gas and gave him a hand."
"Really?" Tongtian hierarch saw that Ying Zheng didn’t seem to have any serious problems for six years, and he didn’t continue to start work. So he took back the whole immortal sword and smiled faintly. "So it’s true that the hierarch didn’t misunderstand the position, but he still hopes that there will be a lot of Wang Han mobs, mobs."
"hinder" 6 long sprinkle ran a smile slightly drooping sharp eyes through chaos to fall to the celestial Ying Zheng leisurely way "hierarch emperor to Ying Zheng into chaos gas seems a little too much, I wonder if he can withstand it, why don’t we go and have a look together"
"Very good, that’s what the leader wants." The leader of Tongtian reached out a little and extended his hand and said, "Please go first."
Crying and losing his mind, Ying Zheng slammed into a mountain peak, and the mountain peak was flattened and replaced by a pit with a diameter of hundreds of feet and a depth of thousands of feet.
Ying Zheng seems to feel better after such a heavy blow. He stopped dancing and contorted his face, eased many hoarse cries and stopped for a while.
Five figures quietly appeared in the huge potholes, and in a row, it was the five saints from left to right, Amitabha, Tongtian Patriarch, Liujiu, Nu Wa Niangniang and Hongyun Laozu.
After 6 years, his hands were negative behind him, and a blue robe was ringing with the wind. Another blue figure beside him smiled and said, "The leader can rest assured that the emperor’s hand is heavier than Ying Zheng, but it won’t matter."
Tongtian hierarch looked at Ying Zheng carefully, smiling slightly on his face, saying, "According to the eye condition, it will take another cup of tea to make Ying Zheng Pangu look great."
"A lamp that tea kung fu … a lamp that tea …"
After many years of careful watering, this short cup of tea will finally bear fruit. This fruit has been planned for a long time, looked forward to it for a long time, and endured it for a long time. His reserve and calmness were instantly shattered by the words of the Tongtian leader, and he murmured and repeated this paragraph. At the end, his eyes stared at Fang Ying Zheng for a moment and his body could not help but tremble.
Not fear trembling, but excitement trembling.
The mind of the mixed-yuan saints has been tempered to the point where everything does not move, and few things can make them move. Four saints and others have been staring at him for six years, wondering what happened to him.
Tongtian hierarch, several saints naturally don’t recognize that for six years, they are afraid of Ying Zheng’s sanctification, and they speculate on the true thoughts of Nu Wa Empress and Hongyun bodhi old zu.
"The last moment has come …" The two saints glances at each other and both secretly gather their mana to prepare for the coming war at any time.
I realized that the four saints’ eyes had been awake for six long times, and I knew that I was rude. I smiled and concealed, "Hahahaha … I haven’t put my hands and feet in a big war for many years, and I can’t wait for it."
A quick glance at Ying Zheng continued, "The emperor’s fingers itch and he can’t wait for a moment. Just be a good man and become Ying Zheng."
Say fit flapping demon emperor Rapier even sheath in his hand to dance out of the sky sword shadow cover to Ying Zheng in all the major points.
Tongtian hierarch will go to stop it after 6 long-term movement and instant look. Suddenly, the figure in front of him flashed in a red cassock and the bodhi old zu hongyun stood in front of him and looked at Amitabha in a blink of an eye. Nu Wa Empress also blocked the way.
"Saint Hongyun, what do you mean?" Tongtian hierarch frowned crossly sink a way
Hongyun bodhi old zu laughed and said, "The leader will be anxious. The third brother is malicious and wants to help Ying Zheng." At Tongtian Leader, he took a deep look and said, "What’s more, even if the third brother wants to be bad for Ying Zheng, the current situation leader can’t stop it."
Tongtian hierarch eyes suddenly a cold squinting at hongyun bodhi old zu immediately turned to the side for 6 long cold position gradually eased.
Nu Wa Empress chuckled at one side, "Brother Tongtian can rest assured that the demon emperor saint seems peaceful and really proud, and he will certainly not break his word."
Tongtian leader nodded at Nu Wa Empress with a smile, and felt that her words were exactly what he thought, which gave him a great sense of bosom friend.
Rapier, the demon emperor with scabbard in his palm for 6 years, has visited all acupuncture points in Ying Zheng’s whole body almost in a flash, dancing leisurely and easily to cope with Ying Zheng’s crazy offensive and help him vent his violent energy.
In a short time, Ying Zheng’s bulging body gradually returned to normal, and his sanity gradually recovered. With the passage of time, his messy fists gradually became disciplined and his strength became stronger and stronger.
It is foreseeable that Ying Zheng Pangu is not far from Dacheng …
Dancing with the scabbard demon emperor Rapier for 6 years, he felt that the pressure on the sword was getting heavier and heavier, and Ying Zheng’s power was faintly close to the level of mixed saints.
Ying Zheng’s exposed skin is bronzed, shiny and desolate, and it diffuses out. If his eyes are still vacant and hollow for 6 years, he will almost admit that he is a living Pangu.
Everyone who can practice at the level of Luo Xian is an extraordinary person. Yang Jian knows his own means at most, but it affects them for a while. Therefore, when the other person’s mood fluctuates, Yang Jian will increase his ability to wield a sword and behead the head of the Sun Bodhisattva, crushing his strength and wringing his true spirit.
