Chapter 782: Compassion

"The donor, you have been enchanted."
The great monk shook his head slightly toward Wu Tie, and he was shocked and shouted: "The bitter sea is boundless, turning back is the shore... Entering my red lotus, I will protect you."
Wu Tie looked at the big monk with a look at the fool: "You, do you want to die?"
Wu Tie repeated his words again.
The face of the great monk became extremely serious. He stared at Wu Tie, and there was a golden glow in his mouth. He pointed to Wu Ting and shouted: "The demon is outside, forbidden!"
A strong force in the void hits, and Wu Tie faintly sees a nearly transparent, golden dragon-shaped shackle that wanders silently toward himself. There are dozens of claws in this shackle, one with a faint golden light, and the claws of the teeth are deducted toward the whole body of Wu Tie.
Wu Tie Yin squinted and sighed, his left hand flashed with a faint white light, and a catastrophic ransack was taken.
The sound of '嗡', the golden dragon shackles violently swayed, and there were dozens of shackles in the shackles that spewed a lot of Xiaguang Ruiqi, countless runes, and this strange shackle internal mana was beaten, twisted and twitched. Falling from the sky.
‘Boom’, the waves below the sea surface were splashed by dozens of feet, and Jinlong’s shackles were heavy and abnormal, and quickly sank to the bottom of the sea.
The strong monk stayed asleep, and he reached out and pointed at the sea and drank a spell.
Jinlong shackles flashed with aura, and wanted to vacate, but Wu Yi Wanhua’s looters almost smashed all the bans and arrays in it. This shackle is like a grass snake that has shattered the spine, crazy. Struggling and beating, but no way can fly back into the air.
"The flames are blazing, I am compassionate, for the world, the people of the world, the impoverished can only use the Thunder means, the demon slayer." The sturdy grand monk looks gloomy and looks like a sorrowful sigh, then sighs heavily Take a sigh of relief.
"The donor, give you the last chance, get lost, not too late!" The strong monk pointed seriously at Wu Tie.
Wu Tie Yin looked at the monk with a sullen look, and said with an angry voice: "The monk, the name is coming!"
The strong monk stayed and stayed, then laughed: "It is barren and rude, and the poor is the chief disciple of the Red Lotus Temple, the main disciple of the martial arts, and the first golden martial art of the Red Lotus Temple. Bit, the number is 'War of the Buddha.'"
Wu Tie continued to sullenly face, cold channel: "Vatican? Vatican said that his body is a Kuangpeng, what is your great origin?"
Van Gogh smiled a little and nodded: "The poor but not the heterogeneous origin, but the human race of the righteous eight... just when the young is poor, the ancestors of the ancestors used the great supernatural powers to wash the flesh with a blood of the ancient candle. I got the power of the candle dragon, so the teacher gave the law number, which is for the Van Gogh."
Wu Tie nodded: "You have a vulgar ancestor? You are born in the dynasty?"
Van Gogh’s face is honest and honest, nodding his head:
Although the poor and the poor, the master of the Sui Dynasty’s winds... The Feng’s family is the surname of the Sui Dynasty, and the Fengguo is the ancient wind that was there when the Ding Dynasty was established. The country is near the royal family."
Wu Tie suddenly nodded: "It turns out that Van Gogh, today you add chaos to the king, I am not afraid that the king will kill you in the future?"
In the heart of Wu Tie, a group of evil fires 'Teng Teng Teng' is rising upwards. His eyes are full of blood. He looks at the eyes of Van Gogh. He is very fierce and violent. It is like a hairy madman, and his eyes are the last one. Humanity is annihilated.
He was anxious to recover the phoenix phoenix, Bai Wen, Bai Wu and others did not speak, and the sacred dragon brought a large group of people to slash a knife, the evil fire of Wu Ting's heart, can't wait to burn this world to a hole.
Van Gogh smiled and shook his head: "Do you want to do it."
Wu Tie looked at him coldly: "You said, can't the king do it?"
Van Gogh nodded seriously: "Yes, the donor, you can't do it, you know, how many gods in the wind country? How many gods? How many Taikoo 'gubao' suppress the gas? You are the country of barbarians, You can't do it."
A scream came, and the Yin and Yang Taoists suddenly rushed out from behind Wu Tie.
The black and white two-color aura flickering, and a Dapeng bird covering a radius of tens of thousands of miles rushed out from a small bottle of a small neck, which was full of black and white light, and the open mouth was a black and white thunder toward the Vatican. Hit the past.
Van Gogh smiled lightly and shook his head gently toward Wu Tie.
He reached out and grabbed the black and white thunder.
The black and white two-color Thunder hit the palm of the hand of the Brahman, the thunder dissipated, and the black and white two-color congenital aura followed the arm of the Vatican, and slammed down his body.
Van Gogh smiled lightly: "The beads of rice grains are also shining in China... but that's it."
The voice has not fallen, and the black and white air that has covered the Van Gogh has suddenly tightened. The congenital yin and yang two cylinders suspended behind the Yin and Yang Road people emit a cold roar, and numerous black and white two-color runes are ejected in the bottle, turning into yin and yang. The vortex slid toward the van Gogh.
Van Gogh's face changed slightly, and he gave a low roar. He was about ten feet tall, and his body suddenly expanded to a thousand feet.
The top of his head gave birth to the brilliance of the dragon's horns. The whole body gave birth to a dazzling dragon scale, and the skull became a faucet shape. It was an extremely eccentric faucet. In the deep-skinned eyelids, the eyes were closed, but there was a huge candle standing in the middle of the forehead. There was a fist-sized lamp burning at the top.
"Compassionate!" Van Gogh slammed his eyes and sang loudly toward Wu Tie!
‘Compassion is the heart,’ these four words are turned into waves, and they are spreading toward the universe.
Wu Tie was rushed by this wave, and the black and white two-color auras around him suddenly rolled sharply. Wu Tie himself, as well as the Yin and Yang people around him, trembled and spurted a blood.
"Returning to the shore!" Van Gogh looked at the weak appearance of Wu Tie and Yin Yang Dao, especially seeing that the black and white gas ejected by Wu Tie was burned into a smoky smoke by the fierce fire around him. He could not help but laugh. stand up.
"Wu Wang, the big robbery is coming, what are you still hesitating?" Fan Long laughed and said: "Only by relying on my Honglian Temple, you can shelter your people, shelter your relatives, shelter your valued, heartache. People and things."
"Trust, or, with all the things you value, you have to hesitate?"
"I am compassionate, kind and good-hearted... Wu Wang, you act fiercely and brutally, and you are poisonous and ruthless... you are really a demon possession..."
The Vatican talked about it, and it was wrong to slam the witch iron here.
Wu Tie took a deep breath and then his body expanded again.
In an instant, Wu Tie swelled to 36,000 feet and slammed down to the Brahman.
"This king is also compassionate and helps you to escape!"