Xuan Huan: Winning is numb, my disciples have systems

"This, is it Buddha light?"

Looking at the rich Buddha light emerging from under the cloak, and the shadows of Buddha nearby, many people were taken aback.

"Could it be that this is a Buddhist from the Western Regions?!"

"How is it possible." Immediately someone heard the words:

"How could there be such a strong man in Buddhism? If there is, we must have known it a long time ago."

While everyone was discussing, Liang Si also took a few more glances at Lu Changzhi in the sky.

"He has even practiced Buddhism. How old is he, and he has practiced so much. I'm afraid he has worked hard on weekdays."

After a pause, Liang Si's voice was quite emotional:

"He comes from a good background and is still so motivated. No wonder he has to be trained in this way."

When all parties reacted, Lei Jie, who was above the nine heavens, once again gained a sense of presence.

Boom!

The thick thunder, mixed with faint purple light, made the whole tribulation thunder show a lavender light.

And the oppression it brings is even stronger than the previous second way.

boom!

The moment the tribulation thunder fell, many people's hearts trembled suddenly, and their heartbeats became chaotic, as if they were about to die in it together.

This time, Xuelang, who was restrained by the two sage kings, was not as free and easy as before.

The tribulation thunder dissipated, and his figure was blasted to the ground.

Surprising traumas were visible to the naked eye on his shoulders.

However, its ability to recover was not limited by this. In just two breaths of time, the terrible scars were impressively restored in the circulating blood.

"Insidious humans!"

The sound of the blood hammer sounded, and there was no more playful gesture as before.

"It's over, I don't plan to play with you anymore."

After the voice fell, Xue Lang suddenly began to recite the magic words. The voice was obscure and the melody was unique, as if he was chanting a spell. Although he couldn't understand it, it still made people feel a little mysterious.

What's even more strange is that at the same time as he uttered the magic words, strange characters condensed with blood flew out of his mouth, and the blood flowed and trembled slightly.

High above the sky, the terrifying cloud of blood that had been split open by the thunder calamity suddenly began to surge violently, with treacherous waves, and the sea of ​​blood below was also boiling like boiling water.

Moreover, such a change became more and more intense with the increase of the strange and weird characters.

A strong sense of uneasiness surged into the hearts of everyone present, and everyone felt a strong feeling.

Next, I am afraid that something infinitely terrifying will happen!

Faced with such a situation, Lu Changzhi didn't just watch.

At this time, around his body, the Buddha's light was blazing, covering one side, and under his body, a phantom of a lotus platform condensed out, entrusting his body to the void.

Since the last secret realm, Foguang Puzhao has been upgraded from the simple version to the regular version, not only for viewing, but also for actual combat.

The power of the Buddha was poured into the rope, and immediately, dazzling brilliance erupted from the rope, and in the void, several Buddha shadows emerged from it, sitting cross-legged on one side.

"I didn't notice it before, could it be because the previous realm was not enough?"

Feeling the degree to which the magic-binding rope was urged, Lu Changzhi said softly, rather surprised.

There is no rank in the Buddha-bound magic rope, but a secret treasure of Buddhism. Now, with the infusion of his Buddha power, one after another silhouettes continue to emerge from it.

The number of Buddha shadows that appear seems to be related to the degree of infusion power.

Right now, even though the blood hammer was impacted by the self-explosion, it is still equivalent to the Holy King Realm.

Lu Changzhi didn't intend to keep it, and the spiritual power in his body was transformed into Buddha power with the help of the Buddha's light, and poured into the magic rope continuously.

Brush brush.

Daoist Buddha shadows occupy one side, sitting cross-legged, each holding one side.

The mid-air at this moment seems to be divided into two completely different areas, one half is blood-red, and the other half is shining with Buddha's light.

Countless people stared at the astonishing scene in front of them, and they couldn't help feeling nervous, even breathing carefully.

Both sides seem to be holding back some amazing means at the moment.

Those who love to watch the excitement are still fascinated, and those who react seem to retreat to the distance early, for fear of being affected by the next shock.

At this moment, Lu Changzhi stopped his movements.

His eyes looked at Xuelang.

At this moment, with the continuous appearance of the magic language runes, the breath of the blood hammer is stronger than before, and the golden circle that fell on his hands seems to be in a precarious state.

Exercising the method of the holy king in the realm of a saint, the effect is still a bit worse.

However, right now, the rope side is ready.

"go."

Lightly pointing at the blood hammer, Lu Changzhi spoke softly.

The next moment, between heaven and earth, there was a sudden sound of Buddha's voice out of thin air.

Around the magic rope, 49 figures of eminent monks opened their eyes at the same time, looked at the place where the blood hammer was, and at the same time moved their lips slightly, chanting.

For a moment, the 49 eminent monks seemed to come back to life, and an indescribable extraordinary aura enveloped the place.

brush!

The magic-binding rope turned into a golden light and went straight to the blood hammer.

As if feeling the pressure brought by the magic rope, the speed of the blood nut's magic language also suddenly accelerated a bit.

At the same time, Xue Lang's figure flashed and left the place.

However, the magic-binding rope also flashed and followed closely.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of wooden fish followed.

There was a void in front of Lu Changzhi, and the quaint and even old [Meng Xuyun's Wooden Fish] was struck slowly by him.

Every sound resounded, as if resonating with the void of heaven and earth.

With the posture of the Buddha's light, using the Buddhist dharma objects, it is like icing on the cake, a further step forward.

It's hard to describe Xue Lang's mood at this moment.

Looking at the entire demon clan, one of the most difficult forces to deal with is the forces related to Buddhism and Taoism.

I didn't expect to be met by myself in such a small place.

Really bad luck!

Originally, ordinary monks might not have any influence on a demon king like him.

After all, although water can put out a fire, it is useless if the fire is too hot.

However, the one in front of him seems to be a high-ranking monk!

If he hadn't been blown up before, why would he be a demon king now!

"Boom boom boom!"

The speed of the wooden fish's knocking became more and more rapid.

The speed of the magic-binding rope suddenly increased, approaching the blood hammer.

The blood hammer slammed back with his palm.

There was only a bang, followed by a sudden muffled sound from the other side.

All around, everyone was stunned for it.

This devil, like the old sage, has run into walls one after another!

brush.

The golden light flashed past and landed on Xuelang's body, then suddenly stretched and swelled, and then with a momentum that could not catch the thunder, the thick knot was stuffed into Xuelang's mouth abruptly.

When you meet the strong, you will be strong. This magic rope seems to have a spirituality, and it penetrates deep into Xue Lang's throat in one breath, making Xue Lang's eyes turn red.

At the same time, the blood-colored runes that flew out of the mouth of the blood hammer also dispersed after the rope was inserted.