In those years, the cultivators we cut together

At this moment, Polopo's face was extremely difficult to see, and the old man of the Tianzhu religion laughed directly:

"Polopo, why are you panicking? We have five Nascent Souls here, and this old monk is only at the alchemy stage. What's more, we still have~"

Having said that, he winked at the old monk.

The old monk didn't say anything, he just looked at Wuxin in the sky with pain in his eyes:

Others don't understand Wuxin, but he does.

Hey, no matter what, if it doesn’t work, just use the magic weapon bestowed by the Buddha!

High above the sky, the monks from Shenzhou were gearing up and preparing to face the enemy again, and the same was true of the monks from Tianzhu. Zen Master Wuxin also looked at the Buddhas in the Vishnu Temple, revealing a gentle killing intent.

"Duck, duck, do you think we have a good chance of winning now?" Xiao Yu'er, who was standing behind, asked.

"It's hard to say."

Shuai Shuai Duck hesitated and said:

"Wuxin Zen Master's method has always been a mystery. He is indeed just forming alchemy, but his Dharma is probably not inferior to the Tathagata. It can be said that he is half a step holy. In this way, he can follow the Dharma and make the way of heaven surrender to him." my own.

But then again, no matter how powerful Zen Master Wuxin is, there is only one person after all, and the Vishnu Temple is an entire sect. In comparison, we are still at a disadvantage, and it is estimated that it will be a hard battle. "

In the sky, the monks from Shenzhou and Tianzhu both lined up, and both sides looked at each other silently for a while.

Zen Master Wuxin clasped his palms together, and after a while, eighteen golden lights appeared behind him!

Seeing that everyone was ready, Ye Qingluan pointed at the Tianzhu monk with the mace in his hand!

"kill!"

The next moment, all the monks in Shenzhou made their moves one after another, each with a violent wind, and displayed their own methods!

"Roar!"

The purple dragon roared angrily, and flew out in a circle!

"?????!"

With a sound of Sanskrit, the monks from Tianzhu also flew out almost at the same time. The fierce battle between the two sides broke out in the sky, and the violent spiritual waves danced in the sky and the earth. !" There were several loud bangs, and the vast spiritual power spread from the battlefield, and Lin Xiaolu and others who were blowing directly couldn't open their eyes.

The three masters, Situ Zhong, Luo Zhongze, and Ye Qingluan also met the three Nascent Souls of the Temple of Yeknowledge again, while the two Nascent Souls of the Temple of Vishnu and the Buddha of One Thousand Knots were all unintentionally The Zen master stopped him alone!

In the sky, the monks turned into all kinds of streamers, flying around, swords, swords, and spirit explosions, explosions, roars, and the monks on both sides seemed to turn into meteors, interspersed and collided in the sky, Pieces of spiritual explosions exploded, reflecting the sky into colorful colors.

And Zen Master Wuxin, who was dressed in tattered robes, looked at the group of golden Buddhas in front of him, and walked towards him step by step.

As soon as he lifts a step, the cloth shoes fall into the air, and a golden lotus will emerge, and the whole person walks slowly in the sky, forming a lotus in one step, walking out a straight golden lotus avenue, the scene is like a dream.

But the Buddhas in the Vishnu Temple watched him approach step by step, but they couldn't stop him at all!

Every Buddha showed signs of panic, and the old monk named Boluopo also showed an ugly face.

Wuxin is indeed just forming a pill!

But his Dharma is too high!It's already comparable!

In front of him, his entire sect could not display the spiritual power of Buddhism!

In front of him, the mantras could not be recited, the Buddhist beads could not be turned, and even the Buddhist spiritual power in his body began to dry up!

His entire sect was actually suppressed by him alone!Suppressed by a pill formation!

Polopo looked at the old monk in front of him, his face was extremely ugly, and he yelled angrily: "Wuxin, the Buddha wants to save China, and you are also a Buddhist, get out of the way!"

In the field, lotus grows step by step, leaving an unintentional smile on the road of golden lotus:

"Sakyamuni wanted the Divine Land, but did he ever ask the poor monk?"

Polopo: ...

He was so angry that he almost spurted blood, and shouted with his eyes wide open: "How dare you disrespect Buddha!"

As soon as the words fell, Polopo flew out suddenly, flying towards Zen Master Wuxin.

Wuxin who saw this scene was also slightly surprised, and then said with a subtle smile:

"Unexpectedly, as the host of the Vishnu Temple, you can actually know magic tricks? Poropo, you are very good at playing~"

"shut up!"

Polo roared out of embarrassment, and at the same time showed his posture, with a devilish aura rising from his back, and he waved a huge black "卍" character with his raised hand!

On the other side, the three masters also completely suppressed the people in the Temple of Ye Consciousness. Situ Zhong's whole body turned into a sword shadow soaring to the sky. It is the old man who severely damaged the Temple of Ye Consciousness.

When Ye Qingluan waved the mace, he pointed a finger in his hand, and a huge phantom of Qingluan rushed out with a sharp chirping sound, rolling out a vast blue flame.

Luo Zhong has already transformed himself into a formation, with a body of [-] meters, forming formations everywhere, crushing a large group of monks from Tianzhu, physically and spiritually.

Because of Zen Master Wuxin, the monks in the Vishnu Temple couldn't move at all, as if there was nothing. According to this rhythm, the battle will end soon.

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, and the old man from the Temple of Ye Consciousness fell from the sky, and fell into a dense building in Loulan City. For a moment, dust and smoke rose, and the loess was heavy, and the whole building was smashed into pieces by his body.

And before he got up in the ruins, Situ Zhong, who had the bone-bone fairy wind, descended from the sky. Using his finger as a sword, he swung the sword, smashed his spirit shield, and blasted him flying again.

The old man rolled and flew out of the ruins of the secret building, and crashed into a residential house, while spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

He got up in the ruins, raised his hand and summoned a giant aura python, but before he could make a move, he was smashed by the teleported Situ Zhong's sword again, and his whole body spurted out a mouthful of plasma again. Crashing through the houses and flying into the deserted streets of Loulan.

"Hu, hu, hu~"

The old man was lying on the cracked ground, panting heavily, his mouth was covered with blood foam, completely unable to get up.

He lost, and lost cleanly.

Facing the sword energy of the master of Shushan, he was completely invincible!

Not far away, Situ Zhong in a Taoist robe stepped out of the ruins, his sword fingers emanating faint sword aura, and walked towards the old man, while the seriously injured old man looked at him helplessly.

The two sides did not communicate any more, and Situ Zhong raised his sword directly.

The old man was lying on the ground, showing an ugly smile at him.

"call out!"

……

……

The battle is still going on, the whole sky is full of monks flying around, people are dazzled by all kinds of magic weapons, and just when Lin Xiaolu is watching the splendor, the handsome duck who is dozing in his arms suddenly opens his eyes , looked up at the sky in disbelief.

I saw a huge vortex appeared in the blue sky at some point, like a celestial vortex.

In the arena, Ye Qingluan, who knocked the enemy out with a stick, also felt it. He raised his head and looked at the sky in surprise.

Luo Zhongze, the head of the Dragon Gate, also raised his head at the same time.

Wuxin, who suppressed the abbot of the Vishnu Temple, also frowned kindly, and looked up at the sky.

Soon, everyone raised their heads, either frightened, hesitant, or excitedly looking up at the sky!

"Wuxin, when it comes to Buddhism, I am inferior to you!"

The abbot of the Vishnu Temple panted and sneered:

"However, the Buddha recognizes me, not you! Hahahaha!"

Zen Master Wuxin, who was looking at the sky, glanced at him when he heard this, and then raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

A big fight, twisted the face of the abbot of the Vishnu temple, and interrupted his laughter.

"I don't need him to admit it." Wuxin said blankly.