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boom! boom! Wow!
The four monk kings broke through the roof of the Daxiong Hall under construction and slammed heavily on the ground. Their complexions changed for a while, and they all returned to solemnity, sitting still among the dust and rubble.
"Sanskrit sound cleans the world!"
The fearless monk sat south, waving his arms, and the other three monk kings leaned back against him, facing the four directions, southeast, northwest, and made different postures, chanting scriptures in low voices.
An indomitable Sanskrit Yinjialan emerged, protecting the Dharma of Tianlong Temple. The Sanskrit sound almost submerged by swordsmen suddenly became high, implying the sound of Tianlong Chan singing. The four monks joined forces to urge the "Sanskrit Jingshizhen".
After only a few moments of fighting, they knew that they were definitely not the opponent of the "Elder of the Sky", let alone guarding the Demon Palace, the only thing they could rely on was this mountain-guarding formation.
"Many arm as a car!"
The elder Tian smiled and pressed his hands down, the hidden sword peak slowly descended, and the shadow expanded, the heaven and earth sword realm covered the sky and the sun, everything seemed to be the reappearance of the destruction of the hidden sword palace.
As soon as the guardian Jialan touched the Heaven and Earth Sword Realm, he immediately became turbulent, like a reflection in the water.
It wasn't so bad at first, but the recent battle almost completely destroyed the foundation of the guarding formation. Although the Tibetan Sword Palace Master did not achieve the original goal, he also cleared the biggest obstacle to the attack of the "Hidden Sword Peak".
The Sanskrit sound became faint again, the Great Foshan trembled violently, and the halls and pavilions collapsed silently.
A monk watched this scene in horror, suddenly felt a little moist on his face, and stretched out his hand. With blood-red hands, I looked around again. Except for the monks who had survived the catastrophe, all the pores of their bodies began to seep blood, soaked in the monk's robe, and in a blink of an eye they became bloody people. Until then, they heard vaguely. To the sharp sword sound.
Although the recent war brought great shock to the monks, it was still a tangible and unmatched force, and the damage caused was not extensive. But everything in front of me is like a nightmare come true. Familiar faces were covered with blood, and a great horror could not help being born in the heart, and someone immediately screamed hysterically, triggering a series of screams in a chain. One after another. Will be a Buddhist shrine. Become a hell of Sun Luo.
The Sanskrit sound rose again, but it seemed to be contaminated and distorted by the screams, and it was no longer a miraculous revelation. It was more like a gloomy spell. Even the monks who had survived the tribulations and cultivated extraordinary cultivation began to shake their hearts, and their eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.
"Brother, this is the magic sound, if this continues, all the disciples will go crazy and die!"
The unangered monk said in a deep voice. He has seen countless demons' methods and heard many mysterious sounds, but they are far from comparable. They can penetrate the "Sanskrit Sound Jingshizhen" and even distort the Sanskrit sounds. The methods are simply unheard of.
"Hold on and wait for His Majesty King Chu's rescue!" The fearless monk's face was pale, but he didn't waver.
"good!"
But there is a lot of worry that has never been expressed, such a terrifying and powerful enemy, can King Chu Lie really rescue it
At this moment, a black line suddenly appeared in the sky, bending and walking around pulling up a dark cloud, covering the sky, in which scales loomed, and a majestic dragon head protruded, and the sound of the dragon's roar immediately overwhelmed the sharp swords.
The cloud is from the dragon, and the wind is from the tiger.
However, looking closely, the dark clouds in the sky are not real clouds, but like thick ink melting in the water, with a somewhat ethereal mood.
The fearless monk was amazed. The Mohai Dragon King has always lived in isolation. Without asking about the world, he did not expect to leave Mohai, but I don't know if he is an enemy or a friend? If it is a friend, it is really the most rare strong support, but if it is an enemy, then I am afraid that no one can save Tianlong Temple.
So he said: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, this demon desire is going to break the Demon Summoning Temple to invade the Demon Territory. Please help us. The whole world will be grateful for your kindness."
"The whole world, what is it to me?" Mo Hailong said.
The fearless monk sank.
"Jiejie, who should I be? It turns out that you are blind. You have been out of the painting mound for so many years. It is not enough to help the old acquaintance. However, it is not too late to join hands with me. Let's make a big fuss, let all living beings see and see the horror of these'dead things' of us." Elder Tian said.
"Dead thing?" Mohai Longwang said, under the thick black cloud, it is like a thread, like a mountain like a city, changing in many forms, both ethereal and sinking.
"Why, are you angry? Do you still want to pretend that you are a living thing. We all know that you are not only a dead thing, but a broken dead thing, because the old guy refuses to give you even the most basic completeness. That's why you are so weak. If you refuse to join hands with me, just watch!"
A red star pierced the sky, Li Qingshan galloped at full speed and flew thousands of miles in a moment. Seeing Dafoshan in sight, suddenly frowned, "Mohai Dragon King!" Then he took out the communication jade symbol and said, "Xiao'an, come to Dafoshan for help! "
Although it was only the scene reflected from the Flying Locust King, he took a quick glance and determined that this Hidden Sword Peak was an unprecedented enemy. If the Mohai Dragon King is an old adversary, it will definitely be a big battle.
However, Xiao An still didn't respond, and he didn't care about it for the time being. He came to Dafoshan and shouted: "He didn't die!"
"Haha, don't look at you as a rebellious disciple for the last time, how can you be willing to die as a teacher!"
The unangry monk lifted up his spirits and laughed, this is his most trustworthy support.
"Wait, I am here to save you!"
Li Qingshan felt at ease, and was about to fly in front of him, when a dragon's tail broke through the sea of clouds, swinging in the air, blocking the way, Mohai Dragon King turned the dragon's head and stared at him.
"Dragon King, this is not the place we had promised for the decisive battle!"
Li Qingshan felt a majestic pressure. Although he has become stronger, Mohailong King is still a powerful enemy that cannot be underestimated. If you don’t mind a battle on weekdays and try new methods, you can’t help but now. The life of an angry monk is the most important thing.
The Mohai Dragon King didn't say a word, his black long mane had no wind, and the sea of clouds was frozen in this silence.
"Well done, stop this kid, when I kill these bald donkeys, I will help you kill him!"
The elder Tian smiled sternly, urging the sword formation of heaven and earth, a long sword with a handle rotates, condensing stronger and stronger power, and will completely destroy the "Sanskrit Jingshi Formation".
"Shut up!" The Mohai Dragon King roared, and the sea of clouds surged, rushing into the heaven and earth sword formation, dyeing the heaven and earth illusion in black, the operation of the sword formation immediately became sluggish: "Don't compare me with you anymore. !"
Li Qingshan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Mohai Dragon King to be on his side.
Mohai Dragon King seemed to have heard his voice, and said without looking back: "Li Qingshan, this is not helping you!"
"Whatever you say!" Li Qingshan smiled hesitantly. (To be continued...) RT
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