I pinch tactics and cast spells at high speed, pointing at the terrifying Thousand Buddha Staff!
The meridians all over the body vibrated together, attracting endless natural energy blessings from the thursday of the body.
This is the horrible thing about Tongtian Peak, every move is in harmony with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the imperial envoy is the energy of the world, not just the little power accumulated by himself.
There was a series of thunderbolts in the sky, and a series of eighteen dark gates fell from the sky, and each gate had a large white letter, death!
This dead word is an ancient font. The death power it carries is too powerful. Each dead gate is more than three feet high. Eighteen dead gates are lowered together, and they are aimed at the same target. This scene can be scared just by looking at it. A lot of masters died.
The dead spirit enveloped, the air exploded, and the ghosts roared and shook the sky.
In the depths of the pitch-black life, countless grimaces and evil shadows can be faintly seen. Looking at this scene with an untenable mind, you will definitely be frightened and fall into disbelief.
The eighteen death gates were smashed on the Thousand Buddha Staff in the electric light stone fire, and the Thousand Buddha Staff made a painful buzzing sound. Even though the Buddha Sect's soldiers have been upgraded to a large level in the past few decades, they have been hit by this kind of fascinating blow. Below, he was still pressed into the mud and could not move.
The energy escaping from the Eighteen Dead Gates overturned the two Buddha's dharma images, and the remaining three Buddhas were once again blown out by the tip of the mountain with cracks.
"What? This is impossible! Where did you learn these methods? You were not like this before!"
The old monk Jingmi opened his eyes and withdrew more than ten steps backwards. He couldn't bear it anymore. With a mouth open, a bloody arrow spurted out. He pointed the place where the Thousand Buddhas Staff fell and shouted: "Get up, get up. ,rise!"
The Eighteen Dead Gate was arched several meters high by a terrible force, but the dead spirits gathered in the Dead Gate and fell down fiercely. After the earth-shaking loud noise, the Thousand Buddha Staff was suppressed to the ground and could not resist.
In a distant place, the wicked masters who were watching the battle all sucked in air-conditioning.
Their location is quite far away from me. This is because the Xie Zun Temple guarding mountain formation has opened up the power of space, and the area here has become hundreds of times larger, so that it is convenient for me and Jing Mi to hold the battle.
Even with such a violent fighting method, it is at most a crack in the earth, and the damage to the holy mountain is almost negligible.
"Jing Mi,
To tell you the truth, this seat has been missing for decades, and it is indeed trapped in a certain Jedi. So Xuan was trapped and died there, but misfortune and blessing depend on it. If you don’t die in a catastrophe, you will have a blessing. This seat has learned from the Jedi. The lost class, how about it, it tastes good, right? From the outside, you are the first to taste these methods, you should feel honored! "
While answering his words, I withdrew three steps backwards and stood steadily.
But the old monk ran away with deep threats, deliberately urging out a mouthful of blood, and vomited out with a'pouch', showing that the internal injury was not light.
Sure enough, Jingmi's eyes, who stood still in the distance, became firm again.
In that moment, I intuitively felt that the other party had a fearful mind, and it might be possible to urge Buddhism to escape. How could this be done? Seeing that the battlefield has become hundreds of times larger due to the magical formation, as long as I find a way to get closer to Jingmi, I can be the killer, but I can't be broken by him and flee before that.
I didn't even dare to use the first ten styles of ancient Taoism, and ran away with deep threats.
You must wait for a sure distance to reveal the fangs, and the death presided over by the Xie Zun Temple can just bring out the great light of this seat.
Thinking about it this way, I couldn't help being smug in secret.
Eight pupils have been following by his side, and the second big black cat suddenly meowed, and the meaning was passed over.
It's very simple, it's just two words'excellent'.
I lifted my chin and glanced at the stunned Batong, but noticed that the third-year-old Jiang Du's eyes became more and more confused.
"What's the matter with Hitomi, has he become stupid inexplicably?"
There is no time for me to think about it, because after the old monk Jingmi made the determination to fight to the end, he started to make big moves again.
"The master of the Yinshan Pavilion of the previous generation is indeed a man of great luck. The poor monk is very envious. Such a poor monk is unheard of. But, do you really think that this alone can make Lao Na soft? Dream it!"
The old monk took out something from the red robes while his mouth was stiff.
I was shocked, because this thing has not been used by Jingmi in previous battles. It can be seen that it is the best method he has acquired in the past two decades.
As the host of the Xie Zun Temple, he secretly presided over countless unspeakable evil activities. Every year, a large number of "harvest" from the wrong path are turned over to the main altar of the Xie Zun Temple. Jing Mi chooses a few of the best.
The dharma tools equip itself, who dares to say something in the Xie Zun Temple
More cracks appeared on the tip of the mountain, floating behind me, and the Eighteen Dead Gate stood still with the Thousand Buddha Scepter.
And the five faint Buddha Faxiangs did not attack anymore, floating in the air a hundred meters away from me. At this moment, including me, everyone's eyes were fixed on the hands of the old monk Jingmi.
There, there is a palm-sized object.
I was at least three hundred meters away from him, but with my eyesight I pulled the picture to my eyes and saw it clearly, and there was a shocking sound in my heart.
It was a small Buddhist niche, made of white jade, with dense Buddhist runes on the surface.
This is nothing. The key is that the offerings in the white jade rune Buddhist niche are too scary. Looking at it, it is a round bead with shining white light, the size of a pigeon egg, and it is offered in a palm-sized white jade Buddha niche.
Relics, the relics left over by the eminent monks at the top of the sky after sitting down!
I instantly recognized the origin of this thing, and couldn't help but feel terrified, and realized the difficulty of the other party.
The energy of this thing is restrained, that's me, secretly activated the power of the nine pupils, and at a glance, you can vaguely see a big fat monk sitting in the relic. This is a scene that other people can't see.
The fat monk expanded to the size of a normal person in my eyes, as if he felt my peeping, the monk suddenly opened his eyes, two laser-like rays of light pierced through, I secretly hummed, inspiring the power of the nine pupils, and greeted him fiercely. .
"Kakka!"
Where the two eyes collided, a white light thunderbolt came.
I took back my gaze without a hassle. In fact, my soul was shocked.
"White niche relics, move."
Jingmi held the object in both hands, trembling all over, as if overwhelmed.
When the white light was released, the thing flew out like a missile.
It didn’t get bigger, but halfway through, a fat monk light and shadow appeared from it. When it swayed in the wind, it was more than ten feet high. This is thirty-four meters. For a time, the space of the earthquake is unbearable. 'Kaka' sounded crisply.
The fat monk ignited a silver-white flame on his body, chanting mysterious scriptures in his mouth, and stretched out a finger to point towards me.
"boom!"
The sky is falling apart.
The boundless power fell down, and the end was terrifying!
(End of this chapter)