Chapter 139: Horrible monk

An unfamiliar monk, at a glance, saw his own aptitude, and then followed, threatening to send himself a copy of the secret, without Yuanshi can be free.
This kind of thing that falls from the sky, Zi Yan said nothing, the other party seems to have no picture.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

The second type of thunder and lightning, Ziyan has barely realized the true meaning. At this moment, the speed is far beyond the ordinary realm, like an electric light, is constantly flashing.
His speed is fast, the average mortal, can't see clearly, even if it is some monks, he only feels a flower in front of him, a flash of light.
This is already very fast.
"Small donors stay, you and me meet is fate, I am willing to save you and the dark, and what is wrong with being a bright man?"
The purple scorpion did not turn around and did not go to see the monk, but the voice of the latter always sounded behind him and was always a distance.
He didn't dare to turn his head, but he could imagine that the other party was less than three meters away from him. Even if the speed was applied, the purple eyes did not open the other side.
Cold sweat has already wet the whole body, and the purple scorpion feels bad. It is suspected that the other party is one of the three major forces.
"Is it a genius of the three parties? The genius is not like that. As for Yunxia City, it is not very similar. Is it Wu Zong, but how can Wu Zong have a monk?"
Purple is cold and sweaty, afraid to look back, and now dare not speak.
"Little donor, you are too persistent," said the monk.
"Monk, let's go, the road is different, you and I are not all the way, I don't want you to save, I still have things." Zi Yan was hard to open, but his heart was very nervous.
"No, you and I have a fate. I am a good-hearted person. I am a good-hearted person. I see a little friend struggling in the dark today. I have to help you. The donor has no Yuanshi. I only hope that the donor will turn around." The young monk still insists.
Unlike the purple body, the young monk just walks step by step, but every step of the way gives people a sense of shrinking the ground.
"Master, I don't need to be rescued. You go to find someone else. Now there are more people suffering and suffering. I can still insist that the trouble master leaves." Zi Yan is already scared. This monk is too surprised. He is a bit old. Old-fashioned, he suspects that the other is a rejuvenating old monster, the strength is unfathomable.
"Door, stop, this is your fate, don't save you from the darkness, I will not leave."
The young monk is very surprised, obviously less than 30 years old, but he has a look of old-fashioned. He is very fat, and his eyebrows are kind and good. Under one step, he is like a shrinking inch. His face is not red and he doesn't breathe. Only his body is shaking, like a Maitreya Buddha.
"Master, you and I really have nowhere, I have to go, trouble you not to follow me." Zi Yan was crying, and even encountered such a strange monk.
He sent his enthusiasm to Cangli City, holding the beautiful ideas of killing Ling Yun, and the good wishes to improve his strength. He came with confidence, but did not expect that he would encounter such a strange monk on the first day of the city.
"Hey... why is this the donor?" The monk sighed low.
"Master, you are compassionate, please let me go." Hearing the other person's sigh, Zi Yan thought that the other party was loose, and spoke again.
"In this case, I only have to shoot the old man. When there is no understanding of goodwill, only the best is the best. I am the one who goes to and who goes to hell."
Between the fall of the voice, Zi Yan felt a cool breeze behind him. It seemed that someone was approaching, and then he felt his shoulders pressed by a big hand.
"Master, you are in the same position." Feeling the wind behind him, Zi Yan's face changed, only hands-on, a low drink, he turned instantly, the whole body was silver, the thunder and lightning has been crazy, and instantly punched.
This punch, like a mountain like a mountain, is like a mountain, with terrible pressure.
The monk's face remained unchanged, his expression remained the same, and he easily reached out his palm, blocking his fist, and shouted a Buddha number, "Amitabha!"
"boom!"
A loud noise appeared, and Ziyan felt his own mountain and slammed into a steel fortress. Not only was it indestructible, but also a strong and powerful anti-seismic force. His fist light was instantly broken and the whole person was shocked. I have to fly down, the internal organs are rolling, the gas is disordered, and a blood is directly spit out.
A blow, the purple scorpion was shocked to vomit blood.
"Who are you in the end?" Zi Yan looked at the monk, looked blank, the other party's age is not big, but the strength is strong, a mess, just a simple palm, it hurt himself.
"Amitabha, the old man is the one who takes you out of the shadows." The monk's hands clasped together, the treasure phase, and the whole body exudes a faint golden light, like a great Buddha who cultivated.
He went to that stop, and his breath was as natural as it was, and it was like a fusion of the heavens and the earth. The whole body was faintly golden, and the treasures blocked his way.
Zizhu turned back, but found that he did not know when, came to a dead end, this is a dead end.
"Vulture, push me to the dead end, do you want to kill people?" Purple eyes blinked instantly, obviously do not think that this guy of the treasure phase will be good.
"The donor, you are in the same position, the old man is a monk, not a vulture." The voice of the monk fell, step by step, he was very young, but he said that he was an old man, a look of old-fashioned.
"Dead vulture, want to kill me, then you should not be too good." Purple eyes have already had a sense of killing, and now it is desperate.
His fingers flashed fast, and each finger was like a silver cast. Silver light, very flexible, like the elves are beating.
In an instant, the printing was completed, and the sound of the sound of the screams blew out. A large seal fell from the sky, flowing with cyan light, emitting a silver glow, with a horrible breath, and rushing to the monk's head.
"The donor, you are too heavy to kill, it seems that the time spent in the shadows is too long." The monk folded his hands together and shouted a Buddha number, straight ahead, and ignored the big seal on his head.
"boom!"
Da Yin fell with a terrible power, and he slammed on the other's head. The big seal dissipated, but the monk did not stop, and he continued to move forward.
This is enough to kill the big print of the innate strong, and did not hurt the other side.
"Qingfeng 斩!"
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"Door, why are you?"
Monk treasure , with a smile on his face, easy to palm out, a touch of golden light.
Jianguang met with the disappearance of the palm print, and the energy disappeared into the heavens and the earth, and the monk remained intact.
"Because you die, you are a dead vulture." At this moment, it is not that you are dead or I am dead, Zi Yan is no longer kind, and his body flashes, his feet are thundering and dying, with a speed to the monk.
The blood in the body is roaring, like a big wave, the dragon is awakened, the purple fist is punched, and the whole fist has turned into silver, as if it is silvery, dazzling, with a terrible breath, to the monk.
At the same time, the space was distorted and a harsh air blew.
"when!"
On the body of the monk, the golden light appeared, and the palm of the hand was gently blocked. The purple fist was blocked and the gold and iron sang.
At the same time, it is necessary to have an anti-shock force and shake off the purple scorpion.
"Door, you have been waiting in the shadows for too long. It seems that I only have to give up my life to help you." The voice of the monk fell, but it was already shot.
It was defense before, but this time it was a proactive attack. He took a palm of his hand, but with a vast atmosphere, a horrible pressure shrouded the purple, making his actions extremely slow.
"drink!"
The purple scorpion is drunk, and the thunder and lightning in Dantian are constantly surging. At the same time, the strong blood in the body is also the sound of a big wave.
He punched his fist and made a full blow.
"Thunder is pointing!"
At the same time, the purple cicada exploded again, and there were many lightnings on the body, like a thunderbolt, with a terrible thunder and lightning power, rushing to the monk.
"Oh?"
The monk has always been a light expression, but after seeing the thunder of the purple scorpion, his eyes changed slightly, but the smile on his face did not decrease, and the waving palm print fell.
"boom!"
When the thunder and lightning encounters the palm print, it is dissipated, and the blow is destroyed, and the energy of the heavens and the earth disappears. At the same time, the palm print comes toward the purple scorpion, with terrible power.
"puff!"
The purple sputum vomited blood, the figure fell, and both hands felt a burning pain. The previous blow almost almost abolished him.
"You are an old vulture."
"Door, I will save you, you must deepen the roots, you must remove them, so as not to break into the magic." The monk once again hit a blow, still fluttering, seemingly powerless, but there is a kind of power of Taishan.
The purple scorpion is hard to resist, but it does not help, and vomits blood again.
"Hey!"
When the third palm fell, the hands of Zi Yan were shocked, and the tingling came out, so that he could not help but tremble, but he did not scream.
This place is unreasonable, it has been blocked, and the purple scorpion has no retreat. It is suppressed by the monk and cannot escape.
"Door, you should cultivate hard work, but unfortunately, although the practice is strong ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but the object will be reversed, just very easy to fold, the old man here just has a secret can help you."
Monk treasure , grinning, but how to see how purple, how the other side's smile is strange, terrible.
With a few easy attacks, I abolished myself and discounted my own confident bones.
And his tiger's mouth has shattered, obviously the monk's physique is even more terrible.
"Dead vulture, what do you mean in the end?" The purple cicada lay on the ground, his hands broken, and there was a tingling sensation. He insisted on his teeth, no shouting, and cold sweat on his forehead.
"I want to save the donor!" He Shangbao Xiang, full of smiles, very obese, like a Maitreya Buddha, but not kind, shot hot.
"Peng!" "Peng!"
Heshan shot again, very decisive, and then the bones of the purple scorpion once again broke the sound of bones.
"The extremes will be reversed, and it will be easy to fold. The old man is helping you." And the good-browed kindness, the treasure-like, the whole body exudes a faint golden light, like a big Buddha, but the shot is extremely fierce, almost abolished the purple, he The bones are almost inseparable.
"what!"
Even the sable can't help but scream.
"Dead vulture!" Purple cursed, but the heart rose into a chill. This monk is absolutely no more common than ordinary people. He is absolutely cruel and has broken his own bones. He has been laughing all the time, and he still keeps saying the word of justice.
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