Hong Huang: Sign In From The Willow

Chapter 35

Looking back, Bodhi’s pupils suddenly shrank, and his mind was stunned.

Not far from him, a middle-aged Daoist nodded at him with a simple face.

He is Zhunti’s benevolent corpse, inheriting all the memories of the latter.

The deity often goes to the east to play the autumn breeze, so it is natural to deal with the oriental cultivator.

As long as there is a strong person who can be called a number in the Primordial Continent, there is basically no ignorance about it.

But there was something in front of him that was not in the memory. The middle-aged Daoist could quietly appear in front of him, which showed the high level of his means.

The old ancestor Bodhi smiled and arched his cupped hands to the middle-aged Daoist, and said, “I don’t know the name of fellow daoist?”

The middle-aged Daoist scratched his head and said honestly and honestly: “Poor Dao name Wanqing.”

This middle-aged Daoist was naturally transformed by Liu Ming. He once signed in at Kunlun Mountain to obtain a supreme disguise law, and his name is perfect.

Motivated by Liu Mingda Luo Jinxian’s Cultivation Base, unless it is Heavenly Dao Sage, he can’t see his original appearance at all.

The current quasi mention hasn’t reached this level yet.

Bodhi’s eyes narrowed slightly, but a huge wave was set off in his heart.

Sure enough, he is a strong man who has never heard of it!

“The East is vast and rich in resources and talents come forth in large numbers. It is far from what we can compare in the West.”

After a secret sigh in his heart, Bodhi’s face was not red and heartbeat:

“Don’t talk nonsense about fellow daoist, why did you ever deceive this fellow daoist.”

After that, his eyes rolled, his gaze was scorching to Qilin and said: “If you don’t believe it, you can take the Heavenly Dao oath. If you go to Paradise in the future, you will definitely teach you the supreme magic of the West.”

Mo Qilin’s big eyes moved, and he was shaken flicker by Zhun-Li again.

Heavenly Dao vows, there will always be no falsehoods, right?

The vast magic power in Bodhi’s palm is surging, and he wants to grab Qilin towards Mo Qilin and forcibly bring it back to the West.

In order to draw out this ink Qilin, he did not hesitate to bleed and paid a Xiantian spirit treasure!

If he was disrupted by this Wanqing Daoist at this time, he would really have nowhere to cry.

Liu Ming smiled secretly in his heart, the Xiantian lines in his palm flowed, the power of the space turned into a big hand and patted Bodhi directly.

Bodhi didn’t expect Liu Ming to attack him suddenly.

He subconsciously changed his claws into palms, and the magic power was surging, and the void was trembling.

Hum!

A dull and thunderous explosion sounded, and Bodhi was affected by the majestic counter-shock force, and he was retreated for several steps.

His sleeves were torn, and his hair strayed in front of his crown, looking quite embarrassed.

Bodhi looked to the opposite side with a sullen expression on his face.

Liu Ming appeared beside Mo Qilin and waved his hand to intercept the aftermath of the attack.

He grinned and said: “The battle of the Dao Demon in those days interrupted countless spiritual veins in the West.

You call the place where the bird does not shit is called the Pure Land of Bliss, is there any more bizarre big lie than this? ”

Hearing this, Mo Qilin’s copper bell eyes widened in an instant, and his gaze at Bodhi was almost flaming.

It turns out that the problem lies here, this full of routines!

Are you not fooled by labor and capital?

Feeling Mo Qilin’s murderous gaze, look at Liu Ming’s simple face.

Bodhi’s face was green and white, his face was fierce, his majestic aura bulged out, shaking tens of thousands of miles into the void.

His skin, bones, and clothes were covered with a golden light, his height was raised several feet, and the surging physical power burst out.

“boom!”

Bodhi stepped out, and there was a crackling sound in the void.

The big golden hand fell like a monument to Liu Ming’s head, making the void roar.

It is impossible to convince Mo Qilin to go with him right now.

The only solution now is to defeat this Wanqing and forcibly take Mo Qilin away.

“Good job!”

Liu Ming yelled, and the power of space layered upon layers, storing Mo Qilin into his body space.

The dark golden Dao pattern emerged from his fist, and the force of the tyrannical body directly broke the space into deep black cracks.

The two heavy punches shook together without fancy.

boom!

An earth-shattering roar suddenly burst, and the golden ripples spread out around the collision spot.

Unexpectedly, the ground suddenly appeared dense cracks like a spider web.

The sky was full of yellow sand, and a Daoist flew upside down like a cannonball, crashing several mountain peaks in succession.

Rumble!

The dust is flying, and countless rocks are rustling down.

Bodhi Daoist crawled out of the pile of rocks, no longer the bones of the former fairy wind road, looking gray and embarrassed.

He looked at Liu Ming in horror.

This physical body was gradually perfected by him through the practice of countless Yuanhui.

But in the face of a bombardment, he was blown away by the Evergreen Daoist!

Liu Ming glanced at Bodhi imperceptibly, and commented: “Not bad!”

If he guessed correctly, the magical power Bodhi is currently using is the first version of the Zhangliujinshi.

In the West, there are eight hundred sideways, and even Daozu praised its uniqueness.

Hearing this comment, Bodhi was furious on the spot.

The Daoist in front of me is too defiant!

“Roar!”

He roared like an angry look at Vajra, pinching the treasure seal in his hand.

The eruption of golden light was brilliant, and Liu Ming would be killed in one fell swoop with Magic power.

Even if this is just a benevolent corpse produced by the division of the deity, it is not what the ordinary Daluo Jinxian late stage can contend.

Liu Ming hugged his hands together, and a silver moon appeared in his palm.

It contains his understanding of the laws of space.

The silver-white brilliance shot out in his palm, like hundreds of thousands of horses.

As soon as Wanzhang Jinguang came into contact with it, it quickly melted like Can Xue met lava.

After several rays of silver light broke through the golden light, the lingering prestige flew towards Bodhi diagonally.

Bodhi’s eyelids jumped suddenly.

The silver light blade seemed to have blocked all his way, it could only shake hard, could not dodge.

This Wanqing is yet another powerhouse who understands the Great Way of Space!

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he shouted, and a golden light shot up from the heavenly spirit cover.

A gilt golden bowl appeared in the golden light, exuding an ancient, vast aura.

The bowl quickly grew hundreds of times larger, covering the world, and the crossbar was in front of Bodhi.

Cang!

Several metal trills sounded like Hong Zhongda Lu, sonorous, and sparks sputtered.

Bodhi was shocked, hiding behind the bowl.

Then there was boundless anger in his heart.

Thinking of him as a dignified quasi-sage, the supreme existence of Xiantian Spiritual Roots has been repelled by a little-known Da Luo Jinxian over and over again.

If this matter spreads out, how can his benevolent corpse see people?

For his face, he must be suppressed today anyway.

Thinking of this, Bodhi swallowed his heart, biting the tip of his tongue and spitting out Blood Essence.

The gilt golden bowl was stained with the Blood Essence of the quasi-sage, and the light of the gods skyrocketed, and the power increased greatly.

The volume of the bowl was enlarged again, obscuring the sky, and the black shadow was over tens of thousands of miles, encompassing Liu Ming’s figure.

Then the golden torrent flooded out like a bank burst.

The place was suddenly submerged, and energy fluctuations escaped.

The void kept roaring and deafening.

Bodhi’s face is pious, and his hands are constantly changing.

There is a golden Lotus flower blooming in the golden ocean, and the rhyme is few, but it exudes a wave of destruction.