Step Back! Master is Here! Chapter 426: Degree you become a "Buddha"

The man in Chengtiange was angry.
Of course, there were also surprises. The armor was really stolen that night.
Not many people know that Chengtiange forged fake armor.
And knowing that the real armor was taken away that night, no more than ten people left behind.
"When did the immortal king wear it?"
"Haven't seen it just now? How did you do that?"
People around the rivers and lakes also showed doubts.
The news that the demon monk stole the immortal king was truly confirmed in a sense.
It has been spread like this from the beginning, although the reason for the spread is not that everyone has recognized this fact.
It's not too surprising to see it now.
They were surprised when did the demon put on the armor?
Wasn't that a just now? Why did you suddenly change clothes? Could it be that the immortal king was buried in the ground in advance, and he was taken out and put on at the moment of death?
This speed is too fast.
"So it is."
The storyteller narrowed his eyes and understood what was going on.
As the masters of the "King Ding" who was turned down, everyone looked at the storyteller, waiting for his confusion.
"The monk wore the immortal king from the beginning, but he covered it with the illusion of colorful immortals." The storyteller's tone was firm.
"Yeah!" The people of the rivers and lakes suddenly realized.
The magic of colorful fairy tales is real, everyone knows it.
"So despicable!"
"It's so insidious that at first it was said that it wouldn't take the holy soldier. It turned out to be so."
Some dissatisfied murmured and found a breakthrough, but did not dare to speak loudly.
This discovery proves that the fourth-degree demon monk is not as powerful as it just showed.
At least he also defeated the holy warrior with the holy warrior. He was not as outrageous as the Luoying sword who held the soul sword with his bare hands.
From "It's impossible I don't believe it" to "Oh, it's so understandable."
Even the idea of ​​"this is what happened" was born.
"unfortunately."
The storyteller sighed, for him, the story's legendary level dropped.
Basically, it's another who hates heaven.
But this is also enough. The world's first master's seat changed hands, and eight of the nine holy soldiers came together.
This is something most people can do.
It is much more difficult than hating the God of Heaven to destroy the Buddhist gate, and it is something worthy of a large book.
Moreover, there may be secrets among the holy soldiers.
Otherwise, I am afraid that Tang Xuanzhang would not be obsessed with collecting holy soldiers.
If he wants to come to the rivers and lakes, actually having two or three holy soldiers is really enough.
With a cry, I don't know how many people from the rivers and lakes will come and settle down to develop. In less than ten years, it will become the fifth holy place.
And it is stronger than the Four Holy Lands.
The uncrowned king in martial arts.
"Sage." Thinking of this, the storyteller said, "This fan is yours."
Throw the fan in his hand sharply to Tang Luo.
Tang Luo reached out and caught the fan. It felt very light, like a feather.
Rewinding the sky, waving the fan, learning the wind, the wind is raging, and it makes people chill.
A group of people stared at the storyteller.
Did you just give up?
Although the demon monk blocked the explosive crossbows with the immortal king, who knows if he has been injured?
Maybe there is hope for everyone?
Why are you kneeling so fast asshole! All our hopes have been buried!
Facing the doubts and dissatisfied eyes around him, the storyteller smiled freely: "Age is really just some light work, or the holy soldier helps a lot, martial art is really not high."
He is really just a storyteller.
The martial arts are average, and the meritorious deeds are not bad. Under the blessing of Qian Qiankun, the meritorious deeds are extremely high.
But that's it.
It is not the hidden BOSS in many stories in his mouth, the strength is extraordinary.
The storyteller does not have any fighting spirit, he just wants to compile his "108 stars" and experience some major events in his life.
In the future, without going backwards, he may not be the same as before—the rivers and lakes are so big, I'm going to take a look.
But it does not matter, because the age is not too young, the battle of Tianhe Valley today is the last time he participated in person and looked around.
After the end, he will find a quiet place, arrange all the things that he has experienced over the years, and write the stories of this generation.
In this arena, there will be 108 bright stars.
Tian Kuixing · Baifa Sheng (Monk) Monk · Tang Xuanzhang.
Lizard Star · Luoying Sword God · Ye Bie Li ...
They will be displayed one by one in his pen and mouth.
There are always stories for future generations to see.
"Sacred monk, can the secret in the holy soldier be true?" The storyteller is most concerned about this now.
Even Zhu Shenfu, who had just passed out, struggled and looked at Tang Luo.
Everyone at the Chengtian Pavilion was desperately ready.
The demon monk didn't mean to do anything to them, and it didn't make them come forward or walk.
But when I walked forward, if I left, I would definitely not be able to see the unscrupulous eyes of the Jade Dragon.
Tang Luo did not answer. The armor on his body was lifted by himself and flew to the side of the other saints. The armor gloves also
taken
the scroll.
Behind the colorful immortals fluttering, emitting light.
Ao Yulie walked over and pierced the black flame demon sword in the ground, and was with other holy soldiers.
Black flame demon sword, immovable king.
Roll down Qiankun and colorful fairy tales.
Earthquake breaks, thousands of years.
From the soul, Panlong.
Eight holy soldiers gathered here, and the shepherd's whip never appeared.
"Don't respond?" Ao Yulie looked at the eight holy soldiers, wondering if there was any external stimulus.
The faint brilliance on the colorful fairy magpie suddenly suddenly mastered, and the light completely covered all the holy soldiers.
All the soldiers shook.
The next breath, the holy soldiers flew up into the sky, spinning in the colorful light.
In this scene, everyone focused and stared intently, for fear of missing any details.
Which will be a matter of regret for life.
Soon, the light became dazzling. Except for a few skills that deeply protected his eyes, the others no longer looked directly at the holy soldiers in the air.
In the light.
The eight holy soldiers turned into light in the middle, and the shape of a rake was looming.
And the rake seems to be flying somewhere.
It just formed less than a few breaths and just flew a few meters away.
The nine-toothed rake "crashed", turned into eight holy soldiers, and fell to the ground.
A clanging sound.
The light dissipated, nine holy soldiers scattered around, and some even fell directly into the crowd.
"Rake?"
"Eight holy soldiers, right. Can nine holy soldiers form one?"
"The holy soldier is of the same origin?"
The eyes of a group of people were red, swollen, and tears, like a group of big filial sons who had just cried.
The eight holy soldiers gathered together, and barely reunited in a short time, but unstable.
What about the nine holy soldiers?
Definitely stable?
Seeing what it looks like, it seems to be flying somewhere.
Where will it be where the holy soldiers were born?
What will be there? More holy soldiers, or-immortals?
A whole new world opened its doors to everyone.
The holy soldier who fell close to him, became the key to the new world.
"kill!"
Zhu Shenfu shouted loudly.
In my life, Zhu Shenfu, I have suffered from human suffering, and I have also enjoyed prosperity and wealth. I have experienced this experience.
Now, there is only one very simple wish to live!
One, two, ten, fifty, hundred years!
Just want to live! Is this excessive? Not at all.
The sky guards around him rushed to the nearest soldiers immediately.
This acted as if a lighter ignited the gunpowder barrel.
A violent explosion broke out, and a fierce melee and slaughter began.
Just now the holy soldiers were under the control of the demon monks, and no one dared to be a leading bird. That was the cannon fodder that would die.
But it's different now.
As long as the Paladin is in hand, there is a chance!
Even the Moon Palace was no exception. At this time, it was reasonable for them to recapture the holy soldiers.
Only the sword boy guarded the injured Yebei and retreated.
The sword didn't participate, and no one's brain flicked him.
The storyteller jumped intelligently onto a protruding rock, trying to lay his body flat and down.
Eyes glanced at a group of people who had fallen into a frenzied slaughter, and breathed out a sigh of relief.
The battle between Tang Luo and Ye Bieli just now caused many people to have lost their weapons, and now they are fighting the enemy with their fists.
Jade Dragon Prince, Red Fairy and Crazy Lohan also joined the fight.
Interestingly, after these holy soldiers seem to have experienced the changes just now, they have temporarily lost their amazing power.
Some were lucky enough to grab the holy soldiers. They did not kill the Quartet between the waves, but were immediately besieged and died extremely miserably.
The storyteller glanced over and turned to look, his face suddenly changed.
I saw the white-haired monk standing in a tragic "sand" with an area vacated in the middle.
Even in the fierce assassination, everyone at least maintained his reason and did not provoke Tang Luo.
Unlike the master and apprentice who retreated, Tang Luo stood so quietly, looking at the hunting ground in front of him.
Put your hands on your chest and close them, like a ritual Buddha.
"Monk, holy monk ..."
The storyteller whispered, a peaceful, indifferent, unobtrusive attitude, incompatible with the surrounding.
Let his back be inexplicable.
Holy monk? Monk?
For a time, the storyteller could not accurately describe this white-haired monk, as a demon, as holy?
Or God?
Seems to be aware of the storyteller's gaze, Tang Luo turned his head to look at him, smiled, and stretched out his right hand, holding a false grip.
The Black Flame Demon Knife that had just fallen into one's hands was immediately out of control of that person, and Tang Luo was in his hands.
Raising his hand slowly, looking at the knife with the black lotus guard, Tang Luo's eyes did not fall on anyone.
"Amitabha."
A Buddhist chant came out ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Tangluo walked slowly, "All the donors are greedy, crippled, and obsessed with all three poisons. The six roots are unclean and the karma is entangled."
"The poor monk ... cut people and work, accumulate merit, and make you a 'Buddha.'"
Gorgeous knife light spread a black red lotus in the crowd.
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