Reborn for ten thousand years, the Eternal Heavenly Lord

"Grandpa Bao, I'm here!" Fozi finally made a voice.

"Young master of fair-weather monks, what are you doing, are you ready to reminisce about old times?" Although Mr. Bao is informal and smiles at work, he still doesn't hesitate to smile when he sees his nephew reunited after a long absence.

"Hehe, how about studying?"

"Bodhisattva? Bodhisattva is very good! The devil dog is also very good! They are all very good. How about you?"

The monk broke away from Jingxi and his son, stood up, patted the monk's clothes, and said with a flattering smile: "What about me?"

Mr. Bao's expression was stern and stern. His gaze towards Huang Mancang dispersed and stopped gathering, as if there was no such person in front of him.

"Patriarch! Master!" Wu Liuqi still looked like a prodigal son, free and uninhibited. At this moment, it was already rare to greet the Buddha in a serious and respectful manner. After completing this action, he crossed his chest, shrugged, and raised his eyes to look at the Buddha. His movements were smooth.

"What's wrong?" Liu Ji looked at his expression and asked with concern.

"No, I haven't had enough of it."

Master Bao smiled and said: "What's the difficulty? The vanguard are all cannon fodder, and there are also those behind the scenes. Just go and guard outside and rest. I guess those monsters are coming soon. Call me when you feel better." .”

The skin of Jinghai and his son trembled like water, and their four eyeballs were round and big. They were frightened. The demons who had cultivated through the tribulation were just cannon fodder, so what kind of big shot would come after them.

In an interlocking development, a space creature came to test Liu Ji's strength, and then a wave of masters came. Mr. Bao estimated that the next wave would be a wave of high masters.

He glanced at Wu Hao in the Deception Formation, raised his head and asked Liu Ji: "How many souls are there?"

"Five!"

After hearing this, Mr. Bao frowned slightly and muttered: "That's still two more! It's still too early to fuse now."

Wu Hao in the formation seemed to be experiencing some kind of extremely terrifying torture. His expression was distorted and his whole body was convulsing. Waves of terrifying pressure spread outwards. His solemn breath was suffocating. The Buddha had the lowest cultivation level and already felt a little angry at this moment. The blood backfired and he hurriedly ran to the outside of the Deception Formation.

"Humph! It's really here!" Mr. Bao put his hands behind his back and jumped into the air, accompanied by three guillotines to intimidate all living beings. Suddenly he remembered that he had just promised to let Wu Liuqi have a good time, so he stopped abruptly.

"Hand over the energy of chaos, otherwise today will be your death!"

As this harsh sound fell, a large area of ​​void distorted, and two waves of people appeared in the void.

An old man holding an inkstone, with a ruddy complexion, full of energy, and a loud voice that made the void shake every time he made a sound. A hunchbacked old woman was very close to him. Judging from the distance between the two, she should be very familiar with each other. people.

There was only one person in the other wave, a skinny man with evil aura, but he carried a terrifying coercion, and the energy he released could be seen in Master Bao's eyes. He was a monk in the late stage of the Tribulation Realm. The evil aura was rising into the sky, leaning on a The weapon looked weird. It had a thick back, one edge, and a curved tip. The handle of the weapon was very long, three feet.

At this moment, he stuck it upside down on the ground and used it as a crutch. Although the tip of the blade was sharp, there was a white circle of light like a mirror against the tip, standing the blade firmly on the ground.

Wu Liuqi had been impatient for a long time. It was not enough to be a bitch and set up a memorial arch. She also had to make a grand finale. If she didn't have to guard Wu Hao, she would have run away early in the morning. Go to the site of these three people and dismantle it from the outer door until it can't be dismantled anymore.

"Old Jiao, Ghost King, have you made an appointment?"

Regarding Wu Liuqi's unreasonable chop, the old man Mo Yantai hurriedly resisted. The ink stone in his hand turned into a shield and blocked Wu Liuqi's quick slash while chatting.

The old woman standing beside him saw the old man's feet moving slightly backwards. She felt a sense of disgust and fear towards the reckless man attacking opposite him. The pupils of her eyes turned into vertical pupils as she looked at Wu Liuqi. position, stick out a long tongue and rotate it around the lips, making a salivating look.

Wu Liuqi still felt that it was not enough, so he switched his gaze to the tall, thin and sinister man, and slashed it down with one foot, actually thinking of one-on-three.

Fuzi, who was on the outskirts of the Deception Formation, silently gave Wu Liuqi a thumbs up in his heart. It was so fierce that one Mahayana realm group beat three Tribulation-Transcending realms.

The evil man who was called the Ghost King by Wu Liuqi showed no change in his expression. He spun his strange weapon and knocked away Wu Liuqi's attack.

"Hand over the energy of chaos..."

Before he could finish his words, he slashed down with another foot. He was so violent and domineering that he didn't even let the Ghost King finish his words.

"Come again, I'll take action..."

"Boom, boom, boom..." The sound of critical strikes spread throughout the void. Wu Liuqi's speed was very fast, and every blow was aimed at attacking the enemy.

In the void passage, thunder beats, and the space blade silently harvests the creatures that build the space passage. A little bit of thunder power jumped up from the void ground, turning into straight lines of thunder as thin as hair, instantly rushing up, connecting the sky and the earth. There was no thunder in the four-person battlefield, only hurricanes raging.

Wu Liuqi seized the opportunity and flew the hunchbacked old woman one foot away. A human-shaped track appeared in the void for a few seconds, and was completed by a thunderous jump.

The old woman roared forward and transformed into her true form, a hundred-foot dragon. Her posture was a bit weird when flying. There was an obvious depression on her reverse scale, about a finger deep. This should be the reason for her hunchback after transforming into a human form.

She opened her mouth and breathed out a dragon's breath, and the old man Mo Yan ran quickly, approached Wu Liuqi, and then a whip kick came from the side, locking his escape direction, and he had to face the dragon's breath that was getting closer and closer. Impact.

The Ghost King's long sword blocked the other side. Wu Liuqi was attacked by three attacks at the same time and could not escape.

The magic of locking space in the void is unbelievable, but the two dragons used it in this way. Their innate ability is more natural than fighting monsters with red eyes.

As soon as the Ghost King's long weapon came out, he hit Wu Liuqi with a series of picks, cuts and stabs.

"Boom!"

Seeing that the dragon's breath, whip legs, and long weapons were about to hit Wu Liuqi, at the critical moment, Wentian Laowu clenched the measuring ruler with both hands, silently recited the mantra, and the measuring ruler shone with an undifferentiated white light, making Lao Jiao The Ghost King lost his focus for a moment, and when he stared again, Wu Liuqi was gone.

"The world has moved!" The Ghost King said in a deep voice.

The old dragon missed the target, his temper broke out, and he said angrily: "It depends on how many times you, a Mahayana monk, can use the move."

Wu Liuqi continued to change directions in the void, but the feeling of being tracked never disappeared. He knew that the enemy had locked his consciousness, and then walked out of the void generously, still looking handsome and unrestrained.

The sky-measuring ruler waved again, and Bai Lian formed a long orbit, reflecting the void into two parts, first slashing the old woman, and then killing the ghost king.

Mangshan Ghost King Yue Ting's long blade was flying, and several blades were glowing. He took the attack of the measuring ruler. When he looked at Wu Liuqi again, a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

Wu Liuqi smiled and said: "You guessed it right, it is the Mahayana stage, but it is still possible to kill you three ineffective monsters."

"Arrogant!" the old woman shouted angrily, sweeping her long tail, and there were continuous explosions in the void.

Suddenly, a dragon-headed guillotine flew out of the deceiving formation, and the light of merit flourished.