Chapter 220: Buddhism

Bloody spears, less than slaps, bloody, horrible, this is a ban, power,
The monk is desperately chasing, the royal sky is also fast approaching, and the purple scorpion is helpless, only using the ban,
"Forbidden." Seeing the ban, the monk glimpsed, but apparently did not care, the ban is in the hands of the innate, can not play the power,
"Well."
However, the monk did not care about it. His mouth opened and he gave a low drink. The six-character mantra reappeared. This is a kind of supreme power that directly evokes people's hearts and creates various negative emotions.
However, the heart of the purple scorpion has Leiyuan sitting in the town, and the Taoist scorpion appears. The true words of Wei Li are all resisted, and they remain awake, without any slight loss of consciousness.
"How can this be."
The monk's body is shining, the treasure is solemn, and the purple eyes are fine, and the face is slightly changed.
At this time, he felt a dangerous breath,
"Hey."
Under the thought, the spears are flying, the horrible killings are pouring down like the tides, and the spears of the palms are turned into a long, haunting horror, turned into a blood, and rushed toward the monk. ,
When the blood flashed, the spear was in front of the monk, the speed was fast, and it was extremely electro-optical.
"No, how is this possible?"
The monk’s face changed greatly, and he never thought that the purple scorpion could exert the power of the ban, so the horrible blow was extremely terrible.

Hey.

Hey.

The monk changed color, and the golden light of the fingers lingered, and a golden sword pointed out, blocking the spear.
But the spears passed by, and they were so powerful that all the swords and fingers were pierced and could not be stopped.
"Amitabha."
The monk's hands are in ten, the treasure is solemn, and the golden light of the whole body is once again flourishing. The mouth is screaming at the Buddha's number. The next moment, a golden clock, emerges from the body surface.
On the golden clock, there are all kinds of lines and traces, which form an inexplicable pattern. The most conspicuous one is a bald monk. The treasure is solemn and sits cross-legged.
"when."
The spear came from the electric clock, and it stabbed on the big clock, making a crisp sound, the bells rolling, crisp and sweet, and a few miles away.
"When." "When."
Under the thought, the spear keeps flashing like a lightning, and it sounds toward the golden bell.
"Hey."
Bloody spears, sharp and swift, blinking ten times in the blink of an eye, the golden bells made a series of sounds, after dozens of attacks, the cracks on the big clock, the various lines on the top, the light is also dimmed a lot.
"Not good." The monk whispered aloud, but at this time, the spear rushed again.
"Peng."
The blood flashed, the spear appeared, and the thorn was stabbed on the big clock. The crack spread all the time, like a spider web. Eventually, the slammed bang broke out and was smashed by the ban. At the same time, the spear turned into a blood, toward the monk. Sting up,
"puff."
The red light flashed, the blood flew, the spear took the speed, the pierced the monk's shoulder, a blood hole appeared, the key moment, the monk body twisted, avoided the kill,
"Damn, how could this be, he is just innate."
The monk squinted at the shoulders, incredulously watching the blood flowing down the fingers. The ban is in the hands of the innate, just like the big knife in the hands of the baby, but it does not exert its own powerful power, but everything in front of it is obviously beyond Imagine,
After a blow, a crack in the spear appeared, eventually consuming all the energy and exploding.
"Not even dead."
Seeing that the monk was only pierced through the shoulders, the purple eyes were almost out of the eye. This is incredible. I can control the smasher and feel that even the emptiness can be seriously injured. The monk can bear a blow, and I am afraid I will be dying.
"This monk is too strong, even the ban can not kill, this is still human." Purple scorpion scorpion ran, this monk is too strong,
"That is the Buddha's protective body, the defense is amazing, it is said that the highest level of defense, can defend against all attacks, you can use the forbidden device to break open, but also hurt him, enough to be proud." Amo opened,
"The Buddha's guardian spirit is very famous."
"Of course, the reputation is so famous that it is almost the same as the six-word mantra."
"That is compared with yin and yang."
"Fomen's body protector, the world's ultimate defense, nothing comparable, as for the six-word mantra, power is better than yin and yang, but only need to know, not like yin and yang, in the dead road to survive." Amo explained,
The purple heart is unwilling, the same powerful thing, why do you want to die for a lifetime, and people only need to enlighten,
"The monk is very extraordinary. There are six words of truth. In 10,000 years ago, this thing has been lost. There is also the magical power of the King Kong body. It was also crippled at that time. I don’t know if the monk is using a complete body. Shen Gong.
Amo lamented,
The purple dragonfly is desperately trying to escape,
In the distance, the Imperial Air is approaching, the speed is fast, and the clothes are getting closer and closer.
"Give me a stop."
"boom."
When the sky was shaken, a huge palm print appeared out of thin air, and the black light lingered to emit a terrible breath. When it suddenly slammed, it fell from the sky and fell to the top of the purple scorpion.
Yu Kong shot, sending an attack from a distance,
"Damn."
The purple scorpion roared, his body flickered, turned into a golden light, and avoided this blow.
"boom."
The earth trembles, the infinite energy blasts, and the ground has a huge palm print, splashing endless smoke,
"Kid, don't run."
Above the top of the head, there is a emptiness shot, and below, the monk is also desperately chasing. His whole body is shining, and the wound on his shoulder has signs of healing.
"It’s coming again, how can this monk die without losing blood." At this moment, Zi Yan hated this monk and shouted at Tianzhu. "What are you doing for me? This dead monk stole the Li family. No secrets, more valuable than inheritance, you do not catch him, but come to arrest me."
The sable is very dissatisfied and screams at the sky.
"That is just a place for trials. He just got a practice of realism. You don't want to be a true supreme secret, but come to chase me. Is there a problem with your brain?"
The purple cicada is open, and it is extremely provocative, and then flies quickly.
Can reach this realm, naturally no one is a fool, they have a clear goal, pointing to the purple, especially the Wu Zong people, the two sides can be described as a great hatred,
Among the several airspaces, there are still two royal airs, and the speed is slowing down.
These two people are Lijia people, knowing how valuable the Supreme Secret is, causing a great uproar. After a while hesitating, the two looked at each other and nodded, making up their minds and rushing toward the monk.
"Purple, don't make a profit here. No one believes in you. You still want to swear. I want to filthy my good and evil monks. Can my character be filthy?" The monk laughed. Don't care,
"I oh, you are a dead monk, what kind of character do you come from." Zi Yan is not willing to show weakness, bodyized a golden light,
"My monk's character is outside, and what you said is not my secret."
The voice of the monk has not yet fallen, and he feels that a dangerous breath is coming. His look has changed, his footsteps are flashing, and it has reached a few tens of meters in an instant.
"Peng."
A loud noise blasted in the place where the monk had just stood, the energy of the cockroach rolled, and a deep pit appeared.
"You." The monk changed color, never imagined that there was really a fool,
"Let nonsense, good and evil monks, surrender the secret."
The two kings left and left, and went to the monk.
"You are crazy, your head squeezes the door. If you are a kid, you believe that I have a secret, and I will not run long ago." The monk looked at the two empties, and the eyes were like idiots.
"Who doesn't know that your monk is greedy, you have got the secret, and you want to get my inheritance. You are a human heart and a snake." The purple scorpion drank from afar.
"You are looking for death." The monk was furious,
But at this time, the two kings came forward and stopped the monk.
"I said, your head has been kicked, so you can believe in such a ghost."
"Hey, the monk rarely talks nonsense. On the same day in Cangli City, I personally shot you, and you are already an important wanted target of our Li family."
"Overnight, what do you want to do with the Li family? You still want to take it. Why don't you catch it." The monk looked at the two guards.
"It’s OK to catch it."
In the eyes of the two people, the cold flashed and rushed toward the monk.
"boom."
The energy of the cockroach is scrolling, and then it is enchanting, but in the face of the pursuit of two emptiness, the monk is naturally invincible, and avoids it again and again.
"Well."
At the same time, the six-character mantra appeared. In the moment when the two empties disappeared, the monk turned and ran.
"Purple, you wait for me, one day, you will rush to the door and ask for me." The two squad chasing and killing, wanting to take away the inheritance of the sable, obviously not realistic, the monk turned and left, Very decisive,
He did not say that there is no secret in the hands of the purple scorpion. First, there is no one to believe, and the second and most important point is that the monk is still in the secret.
He is just a chance to meet alone with Zi Yan.

唰~EbookFREE.me~The monk is turned into a golden light, fleeing in the opposite direction,
Two lost spirits, they flashed up,
"You are stupid, people are going to chase the monk, you are chasing me, is it really important for me to be better than the secret." Zi Yan fled, roaring,
"Idiot, you, don't want to be secret, but want my inheritance. It's just the practice of the real thing. You can't use it. You don't really think that I got a set of secrets."

"Distribute one person and go to the monk."
In the smog noise of the purple sable, several princes once again separated a few people and turned to chase the monk.
Ning believes that it is not credible, and the attitude of Li Jia Yukong is the best basis for belief.
"Haha, go."
Zixiao laughed and finally saw a jungle, and rushed in,