"Donor, you have become possessed."
The strong monk shook his head slightly at Wu Tie from a distance, shouted loudly and thunderously: "The sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore... Into my red lotus, I will protect you."
Wu Tie looked at the strong monk as if he were a fool: "Do you want to die?"
Wu Tie repeated his words again.
The face of the strong monk became extremely serious. He stared at Wu Tie solemnly, with golden light spurting out from his mouth. He pointed at Wu Tie and shouted loudly: "Forbidden evil heretics!"
An extremely powerful force struck in the void, and Wu Tie faintly saw an almost transparent shackle in the shape of a golden dragon, wrapping around him silently. The shackles had dozens of claws, each one shining with a faint golden light. They bared their teeth and claws and clawed at the vital points of Wu Tie's body.
Wu Tie cursed with a sullen face, his left hand flashed with a faint white light, and he slapped it with the hand of Wanhuajie.
With a 'buzz' sound, the golden dragon shackles vibrated violently. A large amount of glowing auspicious energy spewed out from the dozens of feet long shackles. Countless runes swirled wildly. The magic power inside this strange shackles was chaotic and distorted. Twitching and falling from the air.
'Boom', the sea surface below splashed with waves tens of feet high. The golden dragon shackles were unusually heavy and quickly sank to the bottom of the sea.
The strong monk was stunned. He pointed toward the sea and shouted a spell.
The golden dragon shackles flashed with spiritual light, and it wanted to fly into the air, but Wu Tie's Wanhua Jie Hand almost smashed away all the restrictions and formations in its body. The shackles were like a grass snake that had its spine shattered, crazy. It was struggling and beating, but it couldn't fly back into the air.
"The demonic flames are blazing. We, the Buddha, are merciful and want to save the lives of the people in the world. The poor monk can only use thunderous means to subdue demons and eliminate demons." The strong monk looked at Wu Tie gloomily, with a look of compassion on his face, and then sighed heavily. Take a breath.
"Donor, I give you one last chance. It's not too late to turn back from your lost ways!" The strong monk pointed at Wu Tie seriously.
Wu Tie looked at the great monk with a sullen face and shouted angrily: "Monk, tell me your name!"
The strong monk was stunned, and then laughed: "It's the poor monk who is rude. The poor monk is Fanlong, the chief disciple of the Vajra Hall of the Yehuo Honglian Temple. He is the first contemporary Vajra protector of the Yehuo Honglian Temple and has attained the fruit of Bodhisattva. The title is 'War Lord Victory Bodhisattva'."
Wu Tie continued to look gloomy and said in a cold voice: "Fanlong? Fankun said that his body is a Kunpeng. What is your origin?"
Fanlong smiled slightly, nodded and said: "The poor monk is not of alien origin, but a serious human race... It's just that when the poor monk was young, his lay ancestors used great supernatural powers to cleanse his body with the essence and blood of an ancient candle dragon, and obtained He has mastered the power of the candle dragon, so the master gave him the title of Brahma Dragon."
Wu Tie nodded: "Do you have secular ancestors? Are you from a wealthy Sui Dynasty family?"
Fanlong kept nodding his head with a simple and honest face: "Of course, this poor monk and layman is the master of the Feng Kingdom of the Sui Dynasty... The Feng family is the surname of the Sui Dynasty, and the Feng Kingdom is the ancient Feng Kingdom that existed when the Sui Dynasty was established. , is a close branch of the Sui Dynasty royal family."
Wu Tie nodded clearly: "I see, Fanlong, if you cause trouble to me today, aren't you afraid that I will kill you in the future?"
A ball of evil fire rose up in Wu Tie's heart. His eyes were bloodshot. The look he looked at Fanlong was extremely ferocious and violent. He was really like a crazed demon, with not even the last trace in his eyes. All humanity is gone.
He was anxious to chase Pei Feng back, but Bai Wen, Bai Wu and others refused to speak. Fan Long brought a large group of people to stab him. The evil fire in Wu Tie's heart wanted to burn a hole in the world.
Fanlong smiled and shook his head: "Donor, you can't do it."
Wu Tie looked at him coldly: "You said, I can't do it?"
Fanlong nodded seriously: "Yes, donor, you can't do it. Do you know how many kings and gods there are in our Feng Kingdom? How many gods? How many ancient 'ancient treasures' suppress luck? You are a mere barbarian country. You...can't do it."
A scream came out, and Taoist Yin Yang suddenly jumped out from behind Wu Tie.
Black and white light flashed, and a roc bird covering tens of thousands of miles in radius rushed out from a small thin-necked vase. Its whole body was flashing with black and white light. When it opened its mouth, black and white thunderbolts were directed towards Fanlong. Hit it.
Fanlong smiled contemptuously and shook his head gently towards Wu Tie.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed Black and White Thunder.
The moment the black and white thunder touched Fanlong's palm, the lightning dissipated, and wisps of black and white innate spiritual energy flowed down Fanlong's arms and down his body.
Fanlong chuckled and said: "The pearl of rice also emits brilliance... but that's it."
Before he finished speaking, the black and white qi that had covered Brahma Dragon suddenly tightened. The innate yin and yang qi bottle suspended behind the Yin Yang Taoist made a cool roar, and countless black and white runes sprayed out from the bottle, turning into yin and yang. The vortex moved towards Brahma Dragon Cover.
Fanlong's face changed slightly, and he let out a low roar. His body, which was originally about ten feet tall, suddenly expanded to about a thousand feet.
Dazzling dragon horns sprouted from the top of his head, dazzling dragon scales sprouted all over his body, and his head turned into the shape of a simple and ancient dragon head. It was an extremely weird dragon head, with deeply sunken eye sockets and tightly closed eyes. There was a huge candle standing in the middle of the forehead, with a wisp of fist-sized light burning brightly at the top.
"Be compassionate!" Fanlong suddenly opened his eyes and chanted loudly towards Wu Tie!
'Be compassionate', these four words turned into billowing sound waves and spread to all directions in the universe.
Wu Tie was rushed by the sound, and the black and white auras around him suddenly rolled violently. Wu Tie himself, as well as the Yin Yang Taoist around him, trembled and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"It's safe to turn around!" Fanlong saw how weak Wu Tie and Taoist Yin Yang were, especially when he saw that the black and white energy sprayed around Wu Tie was burned into wisps of blue smoke by the fierce fire around him. He couldn't help laughing loudly. stand up.
"King Wu, the catastrophe is coming, why are you... still hesitating?" Fanlong laughed loudly and said: "Only by taking refuge in my Honglian Temple can you protect your people, your relatives, and those you value and feel sad about. People and things.”
"To take refuge, or to destroy everything you value, why do you have any hesitation?"
"My Buddha is merciful, so good... King Wu, you act cruelly, cruelly, ruthlessly... You are truly possessed by an evil spirit..."
Fanlong talked eloquently, criticizing Wu Tie for all his mistakes.
Wu Tie took a deep breath, and then his body expanded again.
In an instant, Wu Tie expanded to a height of thirty-six thousand feet, and slowly punched Fanlong down.
"I am also compassionate and will help you to escape!"