Chapter 783: brothers

Looking at the giant fists under his head, the van Gogh scorpion flashed a stun of color.
He glanced at the breeze and whispered: "The Pan Gu Jing" is worthy of Qinglianguan to the high road law... Breeze, your means, Gaoming, Gaoming, light and easy, let Wu Wang enter!"
The breeze smiled and shook his head.
'Entrapped? ’
"How deep is the poor road... In fact, the poor road just wants to add some disgust to you. I really didn't think about calculating the king!" The breeze shook his head helplessly.
Wu Tie’s heavy punches descended from the sky, and the voids cracked a very fine black mark.
Wu Tie’s fist is not only the magnificent power of Pan Gu’s real body, but he has completely integrated himself into the heaven and earth avenue and the understanding of ‘ fist’.
A punch is a world.
A punch is the killing of life.
A punch, I experienced a red dust.
With a punch, I went through the robbery.
In the face of this heavy punch, Van Gogh and the 300-year-old Honglian Temple disciples grew up at the same time, and then there was a variety of Buddha lights on their bodies.
Red, yellow, blue, white, blue, purple... The Buddha light of dozens of colors is surging, and the world is bright.
The atmosphere of the Van Gogh and the same door became extremely weird. Some people are dignified and solemn like Buddhas. Some people are noble and sacred like gods. Some people are as imperial as emperors. Some people are like demons. Some people are distorted like evil spirits. Unpredictable like a monster...
The Dharma of the Honglian Temple is all-encompassing, and it is both right and wrong, strong to the extreme, and evil to the extreme.
"I am a Buddha, and I will never die." Van Gogh's hands clasped together, and the transparent relic of the relics released the glory of the sun, and shrouded them in a group of monks.
Hundreds of people’s Buddha powers were united, and they became a tall and powerful King Kong Susie. They floated above them. Wu Tie’s heavy punches fell heavily, and they slammed into the ruthless King Kong on.
A loud noise, the world shook, and the sea below blasted a large hole that was thousands of miles in diameter and reached the bottom of the sea.
The rock formations on the seabed melted layer by layer, and the layers were burned, and the layers were turned into ashes. The crater is sagged down a thousand miles, and numerous aquariums such as sea fish, sea beasts, and shrimp tortoises are violent, and the waves that spread out around the circle are full of and broken aquarium limbs.
Van Gogh sighs and sighs: "Wu Wang, you have been enchanted... You have a fist, killing countless, and waiting for you to die, you will surely enter the 18th infernal purgatory, and you will never suffer from eternal life."
Wu Tie's huge body violently swayed. His right arm was twisted and broken. The arm of nearly 20,000 feet was broken into more than a dozen pieces. The skin of the half body was cracked with a huge gap. The hot blood was like a magma. Sprayed from high altitude to burn the seabed rock into a boiling magma.
"Into the devil? That is also your forced. To say killing, this cause and effect, there is also a copy of you!" Wu Tie looked at the Van Gogh coldly, and shouted: "You dare to stop me, that is my deadly enemy... Today There is no you!"
Wu Tie Yang Tian shouted, suddenly in the air, a circle of white gas explosion swept away in all directions, the sky clouds were swept away. The blue sky is so clear and clear, as if the sky is low several tens of thousands of feet, as if the sky is close to the scalp of Wu Tie.
The void around Wu Tie collapsed, and the infinite heaven and earth could be turned into a chaotic dragon, whistling into his body.
In one breath, it sucked up the heaven and earth energy within a radius of 100,000 miles, causing a huge Yuan energy vacuum, which triggered a drastic change in the heavens and the earth. Numerous lightnings traversed the void, and a rushing airflow whizzed to the far side. Rushed over.
Wu Tie’s body was expanded by three thousand feet on the basis of 36,000 feet.
His upper body is especially weird and inflated, compared to the previous bust and arm circumference, at least about three times before.
The violent heat of the road continued to spurt out from the pores of the upper part of Wu Tie. The heat rose and turned into a large wave of air and rushed into the sky, and the illusory illusions emerged.
There are sun and moon rises, there are seas and seas, there are birds and beasts, there are mountains and rivers...
At this moment, Wu Tie seems to have really become the Pangu saint who created this world at the beginning of the world. Behind him, there are 3,000 pieces of purple gas that rush into the void, and 84,000 pieces of gold are criss-crossed.
A suffocating pressure almost condensed into substance, and madly spread around.
With a long shout, the broken right arm of Witch and Iron quickly healed, and all the injuries have completely disappeared in an instant. He clenched his fists hard, and the hurricane spurted out of his fingers, shaking the void.
The vajra of Vatican and others, the stern of the King Kong, was violently swaying, constantly making a dull roar, and spewing out tens of thousands of feet of colorful Buddha light.
On the colorful clouds clouded by Wu Tie, a group of white lotus disciples who had been imprisoned were vomiting blood. In addition to Bai Wen and Bai Wu, the chaos of other people was fainted by the chaos of Wu Tie. The more white-blooded disciple of Bailian Palace was shocked by the pressure, directly in the fainting--------------------------------------------
"Wu Wang, bitter sea is boundless, turning back is the shore..." Van Gogh looked sad and sorrowful. He looked at the huge Pangu real body of Wu Tie, and said: "Otherwise, Hugh should be awkward with thunderous means, hot hand demons!"
Wu Tie screamed and laughed: "Ha ha ha, sure enough, the thief of Buddhism, has always been able to speak eloquently. Scared, the same is a monk, how do you compare this to the six palace owners, compared to day by day, month by month, they are so far away?

Van Gogh brows a look and looks at Wu Tie: "Wu Wang knows the whereabouts of other Buddhism disciples? Good, good, so good, good... 唔, if Wu Wang is here, and honestly confess the whereabouts of the Buddha disciples, barren Just be the master, and avoid the sin of the martial arts king. As long as you are in the face of the small temple for a long time, you will regret it.
Wu Tie is so angry that his eyes are straight.
This small mouth of Van Gogh, a kind of soul tongue, is really a good one, ‘啪啪啪啪’ has turned Wu iron into a real big devil and cast himself into the appearance of a true compassionate Buddha.
Hehe, look at what he said, he actually wants to avoid the sin of Wu Tie, as long as he is imprisoned for 10,000 years!
"This king, I really want to thank you for your great grace and gratitude for your compassion!" Wu Tie screamed, his hands raised together, and then the fists were in front and behind, like a sun and a moon, heavy 砸To the Buddha's light, the King Kong must be seated.
"I am eternal, and I will never die." Van Gogh and a large monk sang in unison.
Their scalp has become transparent at the same time, and through their shiny scalp and skull, they can be seen in different colors, like a brain made of glass. In their brains, it is like a pearl embedded in the shellfish. The relics of different sizes, different colors, and different breaths are shining.
'叮叮叮' is wonderful, ranging from twelve to three, and more than two hundred. The most, like the Van Gogh, there are 328 egg-sized relics flying in the sky, and inlaid in the diamonds. on.
Wu Tie slammed his fists and expressed his heartfelt emotion: "It’s wonderful, it’s so big for your head, you can put on so many... brain stones!"
Van Gogh and a large monk face stunned at the same time.
Rao is that they are all disciples of Honglian Temple, and they are almost confused by Wu Tie’s ‘brain stone’.
The ‘Shelili’ of Buddhism’s great achievement was actually smashed into a ‘brain stone’!
If it is in the Sui Dynasty, relying on this sentence, Wu Tie will be attacked by the believers of countless Honglian Temple. Numerous disciples and believers of the Honglian Temple will not die with Wu Tie.
A loud bang between the heavens and the earth, a huge figure sitting cross-legged, quietly emerged on the seat of King Kong.
The man was chaotic and chaotic, and he saw a flame of the four-character Buddha-printing scrolling slowly on his dough. A stronger and more terrifying atmosphere than the iron and iron emanating exudes, and the heavens and the earth are filled with infinite light.
Wu Tie’s heavy fists slammed into the same high-figure figure, and he heard the two loud sounds of '咚咚'. On the colorful clouds, more than a hundred faint disciples of Bailian Palace vomited blood, and there were blood and blood in the seven scorpions. come out.
The breeze did not consciously frown, and took two steps back.
He waved his right hand, a large sleeve of a roll, a clear light flew out, turned into a layer of flexible light curtain, and protected the white lotus palace disciples on the colorful clouds.
Qinglian, Honglian and Bailian, both of whom are the three gods of the Sui Dynasty, even if there is a great interest in each other on weekdays, the breeze can't sit still and watch the deaths of these disciples of Bailian Palace.
Wu Tie’s heavy punches are burning, and the huge figure sitting in the diamond ring is still moving. The colorful Buddha inflammation sticks to Wu Tie’s body, burning his arms and skin, and the air is filled with a strange fragrance.
Foyan continued to spread out to the whole body of Wu Tie, and soon the whole body of Wu Tie was completely shrouded.
The smoky glazed glazed flames are burnt in along with the seven scorpions of the sorcerer's iron. The screams of the smoldering screams, the internal organs are ignited by the buddha, and he burns out every pore. Squirting a glimmer of fire.
"The magic height is one foot, the Buddha is three feet... If you have thousands of magical powers, all the secrets... Wu Wang... No, the devil, you can't escape the hand of my Buddha." Van Gogh looked at Wu Tie, loudly He replied: "I still don't want to beg for speed, is it because I am going to be refining the magical demon of my Buddha?"
With his eyes blinking, the voice of Van Gogh has become softer: "Look at the fact that you are the king of a country after all, you can sit and enjoy the position of a man, and think of it is also a blessing, a good luck...you Even if you commit infinite killings, you want to come and go astray."
"If you are willing to worship under the door of my Honglian Temple, I will be nurtured by the Buddha's Supreme Buddha. I will be sinned by the infinite merits of the Honglian Temple... The poor will protect you from a golden fruit!"
The breeze sneered at the side: "Vatican, do you still have to shame?"
Van Gogh turned and looked at the breeze and said: "Breeze, if you don't accept it, and come to a fight? I know the temper of Van Gogh, you know, if you can beat me, I will turn and leave."
The breeze refers to the Van Gogh: "There is kind, you and the Tao, I am alone!"
Van Gogh proudly smiled, and he sighed coldly: "I am not in the Red Lotus Temple. I am the 356 brothers and brothers. You are one, we are three hundred and sixty-five people. You are one. Ten thousand people, we are still three hundred and sixty-five people together... the breeze, if you are not satisfied, the poor will give you time, let you call people!"
The breeze is so sullen.
To deal with him alone, is it 365 people?
Ha ha……
To deal with him 10,000 people, they are still 365 people together?
Ha ha... I believe you, then it’s a hell!
The Qingfeng dare to use the ancestral graves of the Van Gogh family to pack tickets. If the breeze really pulls out 10,000 Qinglian disciples, the Vatican will be arrogant, and there will be other words that will be completely ruined.
The wind is clear and the teeth are itchy.
To talk about the effort on the tongue, Qinglianguan is really not the opponent of Honglian Temple.
In the Sui Dynasty, only Bailian Palace can compete with the Honglian Temple on the benefit of the tongue. The Qinglian view is far worse.
Biting your teeth, the breeze rolls up your sleeves, you have to start with a heart.
At this time, the rear suddenly came a roar of the mountains and the tsunami, and a strong sigh of anger rushed into the void, and the voices of countless tyrants passed far, and in the ear, it was an earth-shattering scream.
"Which grandson, dare to provoke our brothers?"
"Kill him!"
"That is the group of dead bald people... I saw it..."
"Stop them and smash them!"
"My witch!"
"Blood battle in the end!"
The air is rolling and the blood is rolling. A huge military formation consisting of 120,000 and three people broke through the air, and the atmosphere of the 120,000 and the trio was a steady improvement of the gods and the heavens. Their atmosphere was united, and the huge army was on the battlefield. The suffocating suffocation became a huge figure with a high number of tens of thousands of feet.
Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, Kua Fu, Jing Tian, ​​Xuan Ming, Hou Tu...
A respect has been completely eliminated in the long rivers of the years. Only the ancient gods who existed in mythology stood faceless in the sky, and the eyes of the gods stared at Van Gogh and others.
Rao is a tyrannical and sturdy, and full of enthusiasm... In the face of this fierce and infinite army, they are still trembled with trepidation.
Twelve thousand gods and gods.
Inductive of their breath, they at least enter the road with more than ten avenues of the road!
Twelve thousand ‘God’!
Van Gogh is going crazy... 12 thousand ‘God’!
Is this ‘God’ so easy to come out?
It is not easy to cultivate more than ten complete avenues. It is not easy. In addition to the three major sects of the Sui Dynasty, only the Sui Dynasty royal family has the ability to systematically and mass-cultivate the ‘God.’
But in this barbaric country...
Van Gogh bit his teeth and hesitantly looked at the red eyes and the murderous witches who had rushed to kill.
There are too many people...
However, after all, they are only the cultivation of God's vision. And it's obvious that their breath is very floating, there is no taste of the slightest precipitation... They are all freshly baked gods that have just entered the road.
Perhaps, can you be wary?
Van Gogh has never encountered such a thorny thing, and he has fallen into a state of sorrow for a time.
The breeze screamed and laughed. He slammed his chest hard: "Vatican, the 12,000 brothers of the lord are here, come, come, come, fight!"
Wu Tie is violently turning back, Zhangkou is a burst of flames.
Forcing the pain of the internal organs, Wu Tie roared: "What are you doing? You are all going to be married!"
Wu Jin waved a big axe and a wooden shield and laughed at the sky: "Because the brothers of Laozi are desperately here...so, the Laozis are desperate!"
Wu Yin burst into laughter: "Bad, bully my fourth child... I broke you!"
The copper eyes spurted blood, and the muscles behind him ran wildly, and six huge shredded wings spewed blood and swelled. The witchcraft is turned into a dragon figure, a human body, and a strange form of three pairs of shredded wings. He screams in the sky: "Brothers... hack them!"
A loud noise, the world is dim.
Wu Tie had no time to stop, and the huge military squad collided with King Kong.