Chapter 394: Jealous woman

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The purple scorpion rushed into it, like a demon, and it was incompatible with the golden world, and he forced the six-character mantra to be a slap in the face, so that the old monk was angry, and naturally it was impossible for him to obtain other inheritance.
A six-character mantra triggered a great collapse of the golden world. It passed down to the good and evil and the screaming of the sinful moments of the moment, and wished to eat the purple sable.
The golden world collapsed, and the golden glow of the sky was swayed. The buddhist shadows disappeared into golden light, and the purple scorpion struggled to get a golden light. Finally, the figure dissipated along with the golden world.
"Purple, you broke my inheritance, I want to break your life."
The solemn monk of Bao Xiang, his eyes open, completely violent, his face was fierce, his inheritance was interrupted, and the chance of Tianda was gone. When he was really mad, he strode forward and smashed purple. The neck of the skull was used vigorously, and the golden light was flashing, killing the purple.
"You are a dead monk, just now you almost raped me with the old vultures, I want you to die." Purple eyes opened, the eyes were amazed, and the same fierce look, not to be outdone, backhand The monk's neck is shackled, the perfect body provides energy, and the sable is also used vigorously.
After that, the two men started to fight.
"Peng." "Peng."
It is completely melee combat, like a slap in the face, playing the fluffy sound, the two have not kept their hands, almost full strength, you come to me, the golden light flashes.
The golden world collapsed, and the old monk of the outside world finally dissipated. When it disappeared, it was unwilling to look at the purple eyes and the eyes with anger.
Can make a person sorghum, anger on his face, can see what kind of anger and grievances the sable has done.
"Peng." "Peng."
The two wrestled together, you came to me, greeted the face with a squeaky voice, causing a tremor.
"You pay for my inheritance, thing."
"You are a vulgar, you want to make me, I want you to die."
"You are a small thing, and it is a bad thing for you to break down. I am my nemesis. I want to kill you, so that I will not be bad in the future."
"You are a dead monk, I have troubled me several times before, and I want to improve me. I want to destroy you, so as not to be attacked in the future."
The two were in a fierce battle, and they made a buzzing sound, and they were not idle.
In the distance, the woman of Guangyue Pavilion was completely stunned.
"Is this really a monk? Why is this?" The little moon of the cockroach is also wide-eyed and looking at the two.
There is no cover in Ziweikou, and there is still love. After all, many people have been killed. The good and evil monks are a monk. They have always been kind and good-looking. They are so sturdy. accident.
"You haven't heard of it. Purple has broken his inheritance. It should be mad. It may not be like this." The woman with big eyes said.
The two men fought and they were all angry. They dared not come forward to discourage them. Moreover, it was an privilege to watch the two famous strongmen and carry out alternative battles. They were eager to watch the opera.
"My Buddhism inheritance, the six-word mantra inheritance, the Buddha's guardian body, the Luohan's inheritance, have been ruined by you, you are so harmful, why not kill." The monk issued a hysterical voice, palms toward the top of the purple skull Hit, slamming, shocking the golden light.
"You deserve it, who will make you harm me before, but also to me, so many inheritance is gone, what is the meaning of living in the world, you simply went to death." Zi Yan is not willing to show weakness, facing the face of the monk Hit it up.
He had a very good face and kept hitting the monk's mouth, but there was a golden light blocking it, and he couldn't hit it at all, just making a fluffy sound.
"Inheritance is interrupted by you, I will let you pay for it, my six-word mantra will be lost by you."
"You fart, the six-word mantra, only one word, the other five characters are illusory, you dare to lie to me, go to hell."
"My Luohan is separated and can be divided into millions of Luohan bodies. Each has its own strength and is broken up by you."
"You have a mouth full of squirting, only the Luohan Jin body, there is such a means, there is no avatar."
The two shot, the golden light shines, and the fluffy sound makes the people in the distance very speechless.
Especially the monk, today is the nature of the dew, becoming fierce and evil, exporting into a dirty, turned into a real evil.
"Zizi has really been passed down." With the two people's 'talk', everyone got a bad news, Zi Yan not only got the inheritance, but also got one of the six-word mantra, and it seems to get Luo Han was separated.
This kind of opportunity is shocking.
But think about the fact that before the purple scorpion was almost gradual, it can be regarded as the tiger's mouth extraction, even if it is passed down, it is not easy.
"The two men played for a long time, and there was no injury. The flesh is too strong."
"What kind of flesh, sister, you directly said that they don't have a thick skin."
"Peng."
In the end, the konjac shot, trapped the monk with black light, set there, the purple scorpion machine hit a hegemonic punch, completely flying the monk.
But the monk is also not injured, the strongest defense, the purple scorpion is now unable to break open.
"Oh." The konjac jumped to the shoulder of the purple scorpion, continually bouncing, and waved his fist at the monk. It seemed to be laughing at each other. The monk said that it was a giant scorpion, and it has not forgotten.
"Idiot, I have gotten almost all the inheritance, and there is not much loss. It is purely to see you unhappy, want to beat you up." The monk came forward and returned to normal again, just a smile in his heart.
"This dead vulture, I am afraid I don't know. I got something else besides the six-character mantra." Zi Yan is also a sneer, and he has his own calculations.
The two have a ghost, and once again come together, as if they have forgotten what happened just now, they are smiling.
The people of Guangyue Pavilion are once again dumbfounded. The speed of the two faces is not as slow as a woman. Before, they still have a bitter and deep hatred. But soon, they walk together and they have a good shoulder and a good brother. It looks like it.
"Let's go on, maybe there are other inheritances." Several women from Guangyue Pavilion came forward.
The purple scorpion nodded and the people marched again. There was no danger along the way.
"Hey."
But it didn't take long for it to happen. There was a fierce murderous appearance. There was a sword in the heavens and the earth, and it was shining like silver. It was like a crepe. It descended from the sky and went to the purple.
The purple scorpion was born to feel the crisis, and the golden light flashed at the foot, which was reappeared at a rapid speed and escaped a blow.
"Peng."
The next moment, the sword gas came to the ground, a sound rang, and a crack appeared on the ground, spreading.
"This is." The purple color changed and looked at the front.
I saw a figure appearing like a piece of endless moonlight, holding a long sword in my hand and landing from the sky.
This is a sly woman, so people can't see the appearance, but in white, it is dancing with the wind, the sword in the hand, like the moonlight condensed, the radiance, a pair of cold eyes, through the moon , sweeping to the purple, there is killing in the eyes.
"Hey."
The next moment, the figure was moved again, the sword in his hand flashed, and a sharp sword appeared, pointing to the purple eyebrow.
The purple scorpion shows extreme speed and evades again.
"Hey."
But the sword trembled, the next moment, it was the incarnation of thousands, each with an infinite murder, and went to the purple scorpion.
"How can this be." The purple enamel change, the tens of thousands of swords, all with murder, can not tell which is true, which is virtual.
Only by the extreme speed of retreat can he escape the tens of thousands of swords.
"Hey." "Hey." "Hey."
But everything is not over. Hey, the woman, wielding the long sword, once again, the brilliance flashes, forming a sword net, full of horrible breath, once again pressed toward the purple.
"Why is it me." Purple screamed and screamed.
There are many people here, and they are all together, but the woman is not seen, just chasing the purple.
Her strength is strong, her combat skills are even more terrible, and she has made a brilliant glory.
And next to it, the woman of Guangyue Pavilion, as well as the good and evil monks, did not suffer any harm.
"Peng."
The energy of the cockroach scrolled and the sable was shot and flew out.
"You." He was furious. If he didn't look at the other woman as a woman, he would have been yelling too much. He was too bullied, and he only started to do it.
Well, he also works with the monk so that he can balance in his heart.
"Peng."
The strength of the other side is strong, and the purple scorpion is simply not defeated. After retreating, once it retreats slowly, there will be a threat to life.
"Haha, Zi Yan, this is your greedy end, this should be another kind of inheritance, for fear that you will it, you will first blast out." Good and evil monk laughed, seems to guess what, my heart is very comfortable.
The woman took the shot and directly smashed the purple scorpion for dozens of miles. The monk’s laughter echoed between heaven and earth, a gloating scene.
"You deserve it, let you greedy." He laughed, and the purple sable was chased.
After killing the purple scorpion for 50 miles, the sly woman came back, and the white clothes floated like a moon fairy, oh, but her eyes became strong again when she saw the good and evil monks.
"Amitabha, the poor is a monk who has already entered the empty door, quit smoking and greed, is not going to do the villain, the female donor can rest assured." The monk hands together, the treasure is solemn, screaming Buddha number, With the big belly, the monk is a bit stilted.
The monk thinks that the character is passing through, but he does not expect the woman to eat this.
"Hey."
The long sword flashes ~EbookFREE.me~ killing the machine and killing it to the monk is very decisive.
This is a woman, so hot, many men are not.
"Amitabha, monk I" escaped the sword, the monk still has to argue two sentences, but it is more swordsmanship.
The monk has no choice but to fly back.
"Haha, you are a dead monk, and there is also today." This time, the purple smirk laughed. "You are a wicked guy who wants to deceive the fairy, and you should be unlucky."
The scorpion schadenfreude, laughing and laughing, watching the monk being killed fifty miles, not far from himself.
In the end, the woman went back and shot a ray of light, completely encircling the five people, as if there were endless lunar surges and obscured everything.
The people of Guangyue Pavilion are accepting inheritance.
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Ps: Overestimate yourself, the fourth is already the limit,.