Undead Emperor

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With the appearance of the monk Fahua, the true appearance of the world downstairs is revealed. The ninety-ninth floor can be said to be the place where the fruit is blooming, and it can also be said to be the most dangerous place.

There is no other reason.

Good, it is inherited, transformed into a Buddha, and promoted to Yuanshen.

If it is bad, it is the primordial spirit of Buddhism.

Su Zhen holds [Jiuhua Secret Collection] and has the inheritance of the King of Tibet. If he wanted to be a Buddha and Yuanshen, he had completed it as early as in the underworld. He insisted all the way to this day, and he wanted to take his own path. Inheriting him is never necessary. In this case, if you want to leave, you can only fight.

boom!

Qi blood fist rushed out.

Lama Jiuyang horrified and said in horror: "Seniors are careful, this child's combat power is invincible, and his physical strength is invincible. It must not be underestimated." "The donor, you are deeply rooted, and the poor monk is kind of you. The virtue of the poor monk as a disciple of Buddhism, he is more compassionate, even if it is a big demon and a great evil, today, the poor monk will force you to transform. "The monk Fahua did not care too much, he could feel angry.

The power of Blood Fist is definitely at the peak of Dao Zang, but it is too far for him, his hands are folded, and he says aloud: "Good."

Say what you want.

A Sanskrit was shot from the mouth, rising in the wind and blocking the front like a shield.

Fist Gang collides with it——

Boom!

There was a loud and loud noise, followed by a crisp crackle. As the dust settled, the mid-air scene was exposed. It seemed that the Sanskrit was like a face glass gradually unable to withstand the impact of the fist and gang, and a large number of subtle cracks appeared.

Su Zhen's eyes narrowed, and the ancient boxing technique was performed.

"First Punch: Real Wu Nu!"

boom.

Punch out, wind and thunder, the sea is cold.

Qi and blood fist seemed to have taken a big tonic, and it was more than ten times violent in an instant. The golden Sanskrit made a crackling crackle, with cracks all over the body, which would be broken in the next moment. The monk Fa Hua saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his white and slender ten fingers began to seal.

As both hands flew, a spiritual wind blew up on the courtyard ground, convolving with fallen leaves, and merged into Sanskrit.

Immediately-

Sanskrit golden light masterpiece, crack repair, blocking fist. Su Zhen lunges out with a punch: "Second Punch of the 13th Sect of Shinzong: Black Prison Mountain." The blood-blooded fist gang turns into a black mountain, suppresses Sanskrit, and makes the latter squeeze again, while the monk Fahua hands Turning over the seal, Chong Er and the stone table and stone chair surrounded by Lama Jiuyang turned into a group of spirits.

Into Sanskrit, once again offset this fist.

"Ningjian Finger!"

Black Prison Mountain turned into a pure white sword.

The monk Fahua's seal of treasures, the walls of the courtyard, etc. turned into aura, still blocking the Jian Gang ... The two of you come and go, and fight eight times in a flash, Su Zhen has never been able to break through the Sanskrit defense, only because of this The combat power of the monk Fahua surpassed that of Chong Er and Jiuyang Lama. "Throughout the whole world, there are very few non-yuanshen who want to block my" Thirteen Boxings of the True Sect ". I do n’t think you are a Daozang realm, but I do n’t notice the breath of Yuanshen from you. God, you are the first person I met. "Su Zhen paced in the void between his words, as if stepping on nothing

The shape of the steps ascended, and the momentum doubled in the process. When the momentum was reached to the extreme, the arms were folded together, and a terrifying sword shot out: "But how many punches can you block me? Take my ninth punch, Defeat the monsters! "

Jian Gang cut off.

The monk Fahua's face finally became dignified. He looked around and no longer had aura to borrow. His eyes fell on the old elm tree. He knotted the law with one hand and shot a golden chain to tie the elm tree.

The other end of the chain is tied to Sanskrit.

At this time.

Jian Gang cut off and hit the Sanskrit heavily, and the old elm was also linked to Sanskrit.

Bang. The loud noise of the sky and the cracks, the storm covering the sky and the sun, the entire courtyard was destroyed. The nerves of the insects hiding underneath were tight, the demon was running, and he was ready to tear away the void, and the Lama Jiuyang was seriously injured. It ’s not easy to move, all hopes are placed on the monk Fahua

There is no way to face except **** face and nervous prayer.

Fortunately, his prayers worked.

Along with the rustle, the dust settled and the storm stopped. The exposed air scene let Lama Jiuyang breathe a sigh of relief. I saw the lush canopy integrated with Sanskrit, and the pavilion was like a cover, blocking the Jiangang.

"The donor fist is amazing, no wonder they can hurt them, but you still have a long way to go to break the defense of the poor monk. If you don't have it, then the poor monk's turn will attack." The monk Fahua sang the Buddha.

The six-character mantra is shocking.

Fanyin fertilizes the old elm tree.

With his blessings, the appearance of the old elm tree changed drastically, and the thick roots were pulled out of the ground. The crown of the overshadowed tree shrank, and those nodules also became hard armor. The mottled tree turned into a dragon body and a vicissitudes tree. The skin turns into dragon scales.

An old dragon manifested itself!

"Oh ---" Lao Long roared upward, his voice vicissitudes, under the control of the monk Fahua, his teeth spread to Su Zhen, his eyebrows were clear, his face was handsome, and he sang loudly: "Lord Venerable Dragon's Intent!"

The power of this dragon is no less than that of Lama Jiuyang [Vajra Real Body, Buddha Fa Fa]. "I still have a lot of boxing skills. You only blocked Nine Boxing. What are you so anxious to do? But it seems that your limit is hard to resist Nine Boxing. This supremely superior boxing punch should be dealt with with magical power!" As the voice fell, Su Zhen tuned Shou Yuan, which turned into a majestic force and poured into the right arm meridian

, The whole arm is greatly changed, the skin is red, a thick blood mist is sprayed from the pores, the circumference is comparable to the ape arm, and the fist is as big as a burning red hammer.

The tenth punch is ruined.

In the face of Lao Long's culling, Su Zhen punched his head with a punch.

The old dragon collided with the fist and gang in mid-air, just like the ancient **** beast raised in the pure land of Elysium, and encountered the great devil of Yincao Difu. The starting point, quickly broken apart.

Dragon scale, dragon bone, dragon head, dragon body, dragon claw, dragon tail.

It's crackling.

Lao Long was scattered between heaven and earth, but he also blocked the "Thirteen Fists of the True Sect", which is equivalent to the end.

call!

Su Zhen retreated in mid-air and pulled away a few feet.

Chong Er and Jiuyang Lama's eyes lit up and excitedly said: "This son is not a rival of his predecessors. He is good at strength, and retreating means falling down."

As a result, the voice has not fallen yet-

Pedal!

Pedal!

Pedal!

The monk Fahua stepped back three steps, each stepped out a deep pit on the ground, one step at a time, it seemed that it did not take any advantage at all. Tension.

It seems too early to prevail. After Su Zhen stabilized her body, she looked at the other party with a somewhat surprised look: "In the battle with me, can you still keep the state from being outgoing? Interesting, you are not Dao Zang, you are not Yuanshen, what exactly exists."