Chapter 703: Killing

After Li Yundong screamed, the practitioners of all the Japanese factions changed, especially when they saw Li Yundong’s palms rushing toward the high gods of Takahashi Masahiro. In the crowd, they rushed out of the two figures and rushed toward Li Yundong: "stop!"
Li Yundong snorted, and the fingertips turned into a three-headed and six-armed king of the world. Four of them had two large handprints, one left and one right, and the other two were still pinched. A big handprint was taken, and it was shot in the Yangshen of Takahashi Masahiro.
Takahashi Masaichi’s screams, the Yangshen was instantly split and turned into countless avatars, madly fleeing in all directions.
This is the power of the golden body. As long as it is not targeted by a specific magic weapon, the Yangshen is smashed and can still be turned into countless avatars to escape.
Unfortunately, Li Yundong’s hands are exactly the same as the magic weapon that has been used to escape the gods into countless avatars.
Li Yundong quickly slammed his fingers, his fingers flicked at the edge of the cymbal, and a slamming sound, this burning finger immediately spread a halo, the speed of the halo spread was astonishing, and it quickly caught up with The bridge is too escaping.
Since Li Yundong was born in the Xiaoqian world, he has the ability to "proficient in all Buddhist rituals." He himself is the reincarnation of the Ming Dynasty. At this time, he has refined into the realm of immortality. The commander is multiplying in his hands, and if the high bridge is not blasted, the burning of the finger may not necessarily leave him, but at this time he is eager to escape, turning the into thousands, fleeing in all directions, as long as there is A avatar escapes, he can escape from birth.
But he never imagined that this will make the power of the flames to the extreme.
The detachment of Takahashi Masahiro was just touched by this corrugated halo, and it was immediately placed in the same place, as if it was stained with spider webs.
Takahashi is struggling too crazy, but the more he struggles, the more he feels that the force of this is a bit bigger.
Li Yundong followed by a finger again, a slamming sound, and a fierce glow of a blue glow, the cast is a little faster than before.
Although the practitioners of the various factions polished their true Yuan Nei Dan as steel, when the halo spread to them, they still felt a burst of blood and swayed, as if they were in the ocean. , being continually impacted by fierce giant lang.
They couldn't help but feel awkward: their flesh still exists, and the sun is still intact, not to mention the fact that the body has lost, and the gods crushed countless Gaoqiao Zhengtai?
The innumerable avatars of Takahashi Masahiro were shocked by this second blue light, and immediately unable to struggle again. An invisible huge spider web tied him firmly between the heavens and the earth.
At this time, Li Yundong reached out and tried to play the third. At this time, the two people who were flying out by Li Yundong's two big handprints couldn't help but shouted loudly in Chinese: "Li Yundong, you are dying to kill, not afraid to go to hell?"
Li Yundong glanced at them and saw that the two men were dressed as monks, but one was wearing a red scorpion, a bald face, holding a string of beads, stepping on a raft at the foot, and the other wearing a yellow plaque and wearing a shackle. , holding a Zen stick.
Li Yundong couldn't help but laughed and laughed: "Well it! You said this when you rushed to kill? You Japanese people burned and looted in China a few decades ago. After returning, they became a worship in the Yasukuni Shrine. The gods! Now killing our Chinese practitioners in the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, is this not to kill them? If you do this kind of thing, you will have to become a Buddha in the end. I will do this kind of thing, but I will go to hell. What is the truth of this fuck?"
Li Yundong’s painful sorrows only stunned the Japanese practitioners’ faces, and the Chinese practitioners raised their faces and cheered loudly.
Li Yundong slammed the flames for the third time. The sound of the slamming sounded, the third halo spread around, and the fascination of Gaoqiao Zhengtai’s yang was pulled back by the halo, and all of them were gathered into the smog. .
Everyone saw that the Yangshen of Gaoqiao Zhengtai was pulled into the burning finger, and his Yangshen was like a little man, trapped in the burning finger, struggling desperately, wanting to escape, flammable There was an invisible cage around him, always letting him hit the wall.
The two Japanese monks saw this scene, and they couldn’t bear the anxious color. They sang: "Li Yundong, let him go, other things we have to discuss!"
Although Takahashi Masahiro is violent and arrogant, his cultivation is recognized by the Japanese practice community as a top-ranking class. Although there are a large number of Yuyingtang squadrons, there are not many perfect killing machines like Takahashi Masahiro. At the beginning, in order to cultivate him, the pure land of the Pure Land was spent on financial resources and material resources, and he was in a high level in the Yuyingtang of the Pure Land. If it was damaged in China, it would be a big blow for the Pure Land and the Royal Shadow Hall. .
Li Yundong sneered, holding the burning finger in his hand, so that everyone could see clearly. He sang: "You have done the first day, don't blame us for doing fifteen! Takahashi is killing us two people, I Let him give us two lives, it is already cheaper! If you are not afraid of death, even if you come up, I will send you to accompany him!"
After that, he was really urging, and the burning flame suddenly boiled a blue flame.
The sun of Takahashi Masahiro was burned by this blue flame, and suddenly it made a terrible mourning sound. His numerous yangshens were gathered together in an instant, and the crazy impact hit the wall, but he just hit it. The sun was smashed and burned and destroyed.
Takahashi is too horrible, and immediately gathered together, once again madly hit the past, but his Yangshen avatar is intact and useless, this time is even more to hit the stone.
Everyone saw that Takahashi was too struggling in this blue flame like a beast. The slow sun was burned less and less, and gradually disappeared, only turned into a blue smoke. The top of the dragonfly slowly floated up, and finally dissipated in the air, without shadow, invisible, no trace.
In one time, no matter China or Japan, all the practitioners were silent.
For the practitioners, there is no more horrible than this scene. The destruction of the sun is no problem. It is so cruel to refining and burning, which is really creepy!
Although the Chinese practitioners hate Takahashi Takahashi, they can see this scene, but they are still being confused and can’t speak.
On the court, the red robe and the Huangpao monk watched Gaoqiao Zhengtai being refining, and Qi Qi sat down, one hands folded together, one hand dialed the beads, and the words in the mouth read the words of the past.
Zhang Liufang looked at it for a while, whispered: "I still read what is going on, the soul is gone, can't it be impossible to surpass him?"
Under the sun, no matter what the martial art is, it is believed that there is a soul after the death of the people, but the place to go is different, but the sun of Takahashi Masaru is destroyed, which means that his soul does not exist in the world. I was afraid that it was the cow playing the piano, and the wink was thrown at the blind.
Deng Yu and Deng Jiaoqi said: "Live, if this kind of person still let him reincarnate, that is no reason!"
Zhang Ling and others also feel that this should be the case, but they are self-proclaimed. This kind of words can only be said to be impossible.
These two monks chanted the scriptures on the field. Among the Chinese practitioners, there was a scornful smile on the character: "Hey, is this for the students to listen to?"
"No, you are not the "Buddha said to observe the Buddha Sutra" in the year? How do you think of this?"
"Hey, 'I am going to talk about it, I want to see the Amitabha, the common people, and the peace of life.' The scriptures are good to hear, but unfortunately, wearing a wolf skin to recite the scriptures, I don’t know if the Buddha will accept it. Receive you."
The Japanese practitioners listened to these sounds, and they screamed and screamed. After a while, they began to confront each other, and they screamed into the sky, so they were so busy.
The two red robes and the yellow robe monks turned a deaf ear to this voice. After they finished the scriptures, they stood up and glared at Li Yundong. The red robe screamed and shouted: "Li Yundong, this thing is definitely not finished. We have to remember this kind of shame!" After that, he shouted at the Japanese practitioners group: "Go!"
His voice fell, and the crowd came out of the forty or fifty monks, and he followed him behind him and walked down the hill.
At present, the Japanese practice group had only two hundred people. At this time, four or fifty people were removed. The number of people suddenly dropped, and the momentum deteriorated.
Xiyuan Temple Changsheng's face changed, and quickly stopped in front of them, talking to them in Japanese.
Deng Yu and Deng Jiao looked at them in a group of people, as if they could not understand why a martial art could have so many people. Deng Yu said to Zhang Liufang: "Is this pure land really strong? How do they have so many people?

Although Zhang Liufang was a disciple of the inner chamber, she did not understand the martial art of the neighbor in the east. She shook her head, but there was an old and hoarse voice next to it: "The Pure Land is a powerful force in the Japanese spiritual world. A large sect, especially the Pure Land, has a total of 22 factions, among which more famous, and the more powerful sects have ten..."
They heard the voice and turned to look at it, but they saw that Zhang Kongyun had already woke up and said something pale.
Zhang Liufang was overjoyed: "Master, are you awake?"
Zhang Ling is also a joy, and asked with concern: "You brother, are you okay?"
Zhang Kongyun smiled and smiled: "Nothing, still can't die, but this old face is lost."
Zhang Ling said with a smile: "It's okay, you can feel good about it."
Zhang Liufang saw Zhang Kongyun's eyebrows unhappy. It was obviously a slap in the face of the defeat of the law. Her eyes slid and turned, and she wanted to distract his attention. He asked: "Master, you just said that the Pure Land is more famous. There are ten martial arts with greater power. Which ten are they?"
Zhang Kongyun was attracted by her topic and coughed and said: "The most powerful is the Pure Land Zhenzong Pagoda, also known as the Nishimotoji Temple or the Sangpai. There are a total of 10,500 temples and two thousand people. Yu Wan, just now Takahashi Masahiro is the sergeant of the ancestral ancestral hall; secondly, the ancestral Otani faction, also known as the Higashimotoji Temple, has more than 8,900 temples and tens of millions of believers. Not both of these factions, but they are also sects that cannot be underestimated. They are Zhenzong Gaotian School, Zhenzong Buddha Temple School, Zhenzong Xingzhen School, Zhenzong Mubian School, Zhenzong Yiyun Road School, Zhenzong Chengzhao Temple School, and Zhenzong Sanmen Party and the Zhenzong Mountain School."
Zhang Liufang screamed: "So many sects? So many temples? So many believers?"
Although Zhengyi taught in China, it is the first major martial art school, but compared with the pure land, it is really a small witch.
Zhang Kongyun took a breath and continued to say: "The Japanese national religion can not be compared."
Zhang Liufang asked inexplicably: "Can the Japanese power be the most Shinto? Why does the Pure Land School occupy so many people?"
Zhang Kongyun looked pale and pale. He smiled awkwardly: "Hey, this is the tradition of pure land. No matter what is done, it is a pioneer, and more than a dozen martial art elites. A few hundred years ago, in the Warring States Period of Japan, the Pure Land The sect of the sect of the sects of the sects of the country screamed at the names of the countries. A few decades ago, the Japanese military government invaded China. Avant-garde... Hey, but unfortunately, I was shaken for a while, and I didn’t give these guys a horse, but I planted a sturdy one!

Zhang Liufang said with relief: "Master, nothing, Li Yundong has revenge for you!"
Zhang Kongyun looked at Li Yundong with a complex look and sighed: "I am old..."
Zhang Liufang smiled: "Master, you are old and strong!"
Zhang Kongyun smiled and shook his head, was about to talk, but suddenly heard a cry from the distance: "What happened here? This, how is this done?"
Everyone heard the sound and turned to see, but Liu Chunping ran along the mountain road far away. The people had not arrived yet, and the voice had already passed away.