Under the urging of his blood, Meng Chuan moved extremely fast, flashing and moving in the air like a meteor, ensuring that he would not be hit by the golden wheel. However, the thousand-year-old god yak below him, which was as high as a thousand feet and resembled a mountain range, was also waiting for an opportunity to move, ready to strike at any time.

"Go kill him!" Mantuo Living Buddha gave an order, and the thousand-year-old god yak roared, and then the two thick hind legs suddenly exerted force, and they rushed towards Meng Chuan.

The six golden wheels also slashed towards Meng Chuan from all directions, sealing all the retreats he could avoid.

Mantuo was confident that unless this person was an immortal of the Feather Transformation Realm, he would definitely not be able to escape.

"It's not bad to use you to test the magic of the first three layers of the Immortal and Immortal Sutra. The Mandala Living Buddha nodded secretly, as if Meng Chuan was just a plaything to him.

"Heh!" In the face of the full force of the thousand-year-old god yak, Meng Chuan's blood and qi were even more vigorous, and he actually stopped in the air, slapped out his palms, and collided with the horns of the god yak.

"Boom!"

The roar of the wind dispersed, tearing the clouds and mist that cracked in the sky even more.

It seems that Meng Chuan has no intention of leaving his hand, this palm seems simple, but the power is amazing, as strong as the thousand-year-old god yak so desperately struck a blow, and was slapped down by Meng Chuan's palm, as if the thousand-year-old god yak struggled upwards and hit an invisible wall.

This kind of divine power, even the Living Buddha of Mantuo was shocked when he saw it.

However, with such a powerful palm, where does Meng Chuan have the strength to dodge the six golden wheels of the Mantuo Living Buddha?

The six golden wheels were directly slashed on the key points of Meng Chuan's back, if it was not expected by the Mantuo Living Buddha, these six golden wheels would be enough to unload Meng Chuan into eight pieces.

However, Meng Chuan was struck by these six golden wheels, but he still didn't move in the air. If it weren't for the wind galloping out from Meng Chuan's back, the Mantuo Living Buddha would even wonder if his golden wheel had suddenly stopped.

The Living Buddha of Mantuo felt that it was difficult for his golden wheel to split on Meng Chuan's body, and he couldn't help frowning. Meng Chuan's clothes had exploded long before the golden wheel landed on his body, revealing the muscles in his back.

The six golden wheels pressed against Meng Chuan's skin, pressing out a deep mark, but Ren

With how sharp the golden wheel was, it could never cut through Meng Chuan's skin.

Meng Chuan looked back at the golden wheel that was spinning rapidly on his skin, and said with a sneer: "The power of this thing should be more than that, bald, you use some strength!"

The Living Buddha of Manta is called bald, and his face rarely shows anger.

He also saw at this time that he was able to cut off Meng Chuan's arm just now, mostly because Meng Chuan deliberately released water, and now Meng Chuan really showed how strong his ** body is, even the treasure of the Great Temple, the Vientiane Golden Wheel, is difficult to hurt in the slightest.

"Your kid's body refining technique is really weird! Even if you are a psychic person, you shouldn't have such a terrifying physique!" Mantuo pinched a few fingers as he spoke: "However, don't underestimate the magic weapons inherited from our Great Temple!"

After pinching the fingers, the six golden wheels behind Meng Chuan suddenly burst into golden light, and the bronzing words on the golden wheels also turned red.

"Buzz!"

The spinning golden wheel accelerated instantly, and even the air around it twisted with it.

Meng Chuan frowned, and felt that the sharpness of the golden wheel had reached a higher level, and his skin was completely able to resist its attack, but at this time, it was actually cut by it, and large pieces of blood beads were scattered out.

"It's kind of interesting!" Meng Chuan didn't let this golden wheel continue to cut his flesh and skin, and with a sudden flap of his arm, blood and qi in his body spurted out from the wound, shaking all six golden wheels out.

At the same time, Meng Chuan turned around and kicked on a golden wheel, which was knocked out and smashed into a huge pit on the ground. But then, the golden wheel flew back again, and together with the other five, circled around the living Buddha of Mantuo.

The golden wheel seemed to be as thin as a piece of paper, but I didn't expect it to be so tough, Meng Chuan's kick just now was enough to break the soldiers with excellent texture, but the golden wheel was still intact.

Not only sharp, but also tough, no wonder this is the supreme magic weapon that has been passed down from the Great Temple for thousands of years.

Meng Chuan licked his lips, all the blood that had been sprayed just now was withdrawn from the wound, and the skin and flesh of the rolled roll were also healed in an instant, and Meng Chuan's body was intact.

The living Buddha of Mantuo also did not expect that his golden wheel would be such as

This is powerful, but it can only hurt Meng Chuan's flesh and skin.

"It looks like it's going to be a long game. Mantuo Living Buddha said in a deep voice.

But this is also normal, the battle of the same grandmaster may take a day and a night. And if two psychic chess opponents, let alone one day and one night, even if it is three days and three nights, or even ten days and half a month, it is common!

After all, how can a person who can become a psychic be idle? If you want to kill, it will not be so easy.

The Living Buddha of Mantuo was ready to fight a protracted battle with Meng Chuan, but Meng Chuan shook his head and sneered at this time, and said: "Protracted war? I don't think it's possible, if you just rely on those six wheels, I don't think you need to fight any protracted war, I can kill you in three breaths!"

"Between three breaths?" The Living Buddha of Mantuo seemed to have heard some joke, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Kill me between three breaths?" Do you think you are a feathered immortal?"

"Don't believe it?" Meng Chuan smiled slightly, and the blood on his body rushed straight to Xiao Han: "Then try it!"

"What a joke!" Mantuo Living Buddha pinched his fingers, and the light on the Vientiane Golden Wheel had all turned red, and the power was even greater than just now: "You even have broken weapons, relying on your ** alone, can you still fight with me?"

"Now you don't even have a chance to escape, and you still say what a joke to kill me in three breaths!"

As soon as Mantuo Living Buddha's voice fell, the thousand-year-old god yak seemed to have heard some order, and went towards Meng Chuan again.

"Who told you I don't have a magic weapon?" Meng Chuan smiled slightly: "That gun just now was just my toy, don't you think it's what I use to keep myself around?"

At this time, the horns of the divine yak had already been pushed over, Meng Chuan glanced at it, and a palm, a quaint black small tripod appeared in Meng Chuan's hand, Meng Chuan held one of the tripod feet with one hand, and said indifferently to the divine yak: "Little beast, obediently become a fat cow in my hot pot." ”

After speaking, he picked up the Ji Ding in his hand and smashed it down on the head of the god yak.

In the process of rotating Ji Ding, Ji Ding was wrapped in Meng Chuan's blood and gas, and instantly expanded, like a small mountain, although the size is not more than the head of the thousand-year-old god yak, but its weight is more than 10 million catties? !

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