The golden wheel that flew at high speed suddenly changed direction and shot towards Zhuo Fan's waist, only to hear a grin, and the black clothes on Zhuo Fan's waist were suddenly cut by the sharp energy emitted by the rim. ] starter

Zhuo Fan was shocked, he fled thousands of miles, from Tibet to Shangjing, during which he fought with the three ** kings of the Tantric Sect no less than seven or eight times, and he had never seen these three ** kings kill him, it seems that the three ** kings really did it to him this time.

Just as the golden wheel was about to hit Zhuo Fan's last shot, the golden wheel suddenly deflected to the side and shot rapidly past Zhuo Fan's waist.

escaped death this time, but Zhuo Fan was scared out of half his life, and his heart was shocked, but when he saw the figure shaking beside him, the other two ** kings had already surpassed him.

The two ** kings slapped a palm at Zhuo Fan, and the vast and incomparable palm power suddenly surged in front of him like two insurmountable high walls, and hundreds of soybean-sized raindrops shot towards Zhuo Fan like hundreds of steel balls under the action of the fierce palm force.

In the end, it is a person who cultivates Buddhism, with compassion in his heart, and the tall and thin old monk still can't bear to hurt Zhuo Fan's life when he is at a critical moment. The tall and thin old monk is known as the King of the Treasure Wheel, and the golden wheel that is only the size of a palm is his famous weapon.

There was no way to go, there were chasing soldiers, Zhuo Fan's body was still rushing forward, and he hurriedly drew a circle with both hands, and touched the edge of the palm power of the two ** kings, and his body shook violently, but at the same time, he slanted out to the right with his strength.

The scene immediately took a 180-degree turn, and the palm power of the two ** kings suddenly slammed towards the Baolun Dharma King who was chasing from behind Zhuo Fan.

In the face of the vast palm power of the two ** kings, the treasure wheel Dharma King didn't even blink his eyelids, pinched the seal with his right hand, and controlled the golden wheel in the air to pursue Zhuo Fan.

Hundreds of droplets of water that were driven by the power of his palm and shot towards the Treasure Wheel Dharma King exploded one foot outside of him, as if they had hit an invisible wall.

After the water droplets, it is the unrivaled palm power of the two ** kings. Just when the two palms like the rolling Yangtze River were about to hit the Treasure Wheel Dharma King, they instantly dissipated into nothingness.

Zhuo Fan, who was entangled in the golden wheel that flew vertically and horizontally, couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene. The first two old monks are really powerful, such a strong palm power said to take it back, send and receive from the heart, to put it mildly, the cultivation is high, the skill is pure, it is really to the point of God and Ming, back to the truth.

I'm afraid that the cultivation of these two old monks is only a thin line away from the innate avenue!

"Zhuo Fan, you better hand over my holy relics!" said a sturdy old monk with a dark and red face.

After retracting the palm power, the two ** kings shook their figures, and they had already surrounded Zhuo Fan in the middle with the Baolun Dharma King in the shape of "Pin", and the aura of the three ** kings suddenly became one, enveloping Zhuo Fan, and the great coercion squeezed Zhuo Fan directly.

As soon as the treasure wheel Dharma King's sleeve robe was unfurled, the golden wheel surrounding Zhuo Fan was immediately retracted by him into his big sleeve.

Zhuo Fan recognized the black and honest old monk who spoke, he was the last of the three ** kings of Tantra, the Puda Dharma King. And the other old monk with a red face is the Sakya Dharma King, the head of the three ** kings.

"You great monk is really joking, don't you Buddhists pay attention to all fate? That thing is related to me, why do you bother to take that thing back?" Zhuo Fan smiled calmly.

He knew that these three Tibetan monks would not easily open the killing ring, and he was definitely not worried that his life would be threatened, because if these three ** kings really wanted to kill themselves, he would still be able to escape to Shangjing?

"Needless to say, the holy relics are the treasures of my sect, no matter what, you can't leave them out, you should hand them over!" King Sakya, who had not spoken all this time, also spoke up.

The three ** kings speak more casually, not like most Buddhist disciples, the donor is long and the donor is short, they use "you" and "me" to call each other and themselves.

"I've always wondered, did you install a tracker on me? Why did I escape there, as soon as I stopped, it didn't take long for you to come to the door, how did you do it?" Zhuo Fan was very depressed, in the great escape of thousands of miles from Tibet and Shangjing, he rarely stayed in one place for a whole day, these three old monks were like dog skin plasters, no matter how they got rid of it.

"We just follow the holy relics, no matter how far you flee to the ends of the earth, as long as the holy relics are on you, you can't get rid of us. King Baolun said lightly.

The four of them stood in the wilderness, the rain was still falling, the sky was still dancing with silver snakes, and the thunder shook the heavens and the earth. Whether it rains or not, whether it thunders or not, it seems that there is no difference between these four masters.

Because the rain can't get on their bodies at all, this is a benefit of Gu Wuxiu's internal qi release! You don't need to bring an umbrella or wear a raincoat when it rains.

"Hehe! It seems that this holy relic is still more related to you, since this is the case, then I will ......!" said Zhuo Fan, who reached into his arms and slowly took out an object.

The three ** kings had already sensed that the treasure of their town religion was on Zhuo Fan's body, and even knew the place on him well.

The reason why the three ** kings know the location of the holy relics is not by any tracker, these three people who have cultivated Buddhism all their lives, usually stay at home, and their ages add up to 250 years old, where will they use those high-tech products?

A certain generation of living Buddhas who left the relics the size of a baby's fist did not only leave that relics after cremation, but also left hundreds of various relics after cremation.

Earlier, in the retreat of Hongluo Monastery, the three relics taken out by His Holiness Nasaka were the relics of the same origin as the holy relics.

Within a radius of tens of miles, as soon as the Holy Relic appeared, the three relics of the same origin as the Holy Relic would produce inductions, emitting regular slight fluctuations in vitality.

Why this phenomenon occurs, even the three ** kings don't know the specific reason. This is the reason why Zhuo Fan will be caught up if he escapes to the soles of the heavens.

The relics are originally a mysterious crystal, and how they are formed is not proven even in today's advanced technology. This has to be said to be a miracle of Buddhism.

Seeing Zhuo Fan's movements, the third ** king could no longer maintain his composure, and six sharp eyes like blades stared at Zhuo Fan's right hand stretched into his arms.

A wooden box, a purple-black wooden box engraved with ancient patterns, was held in Zhuo Fan's hand. This is not your average wooden box, this wooden box is about the size of an adult's palm. Except for the opening, the whole wooden box is completely natural, and it is actually carved from a single piece of fine rosewood.

Rosewood is a tropical plant that cannot be grown for a hundred years, and a rosewood tree can only be used after hundreds of years of growth. And between the hollow and the skin, that little place, that bit of meat can be used. Therefore, since ancient times, there has been a saying that every inch of gold is gold.

A box carved from a single piece of fine red sandalwood, even if the box is not very large, is considered rare. And this purple-black box exudes a desolate and long-lasting atmosphere, which is definitely hundreds of years old.

Excluding the tantric holy relics in the box, even this box is worth a lot!

After the third ** king saw Zhuo Fan take out the red sandalwood box from his arms and put it on his right palm, a smile that seemed to have not appeared on their faces for half a century showed on his old face.

Both Buddhism and Taoism look at the cultivation of the realm of gravity and god, and the so-called Mount Tai collapses in front of you and the color remains unchanged. The holy relics are very important, and even Buddhist masters who have cultivated Buddhism and martial arts such as the three ** kings cannot be moved.

"The holy relics are ours!"

Suddenly, two figures suddenly came out like a ghost from the dark rainy night like lightning, Qi Shi spicy hand, cold and unbeatable fist power stormed Zhuo Fan from the left and right, and the cooperation was seamless, and the fist power instantly shrouded Zhuo Fan, leaving no trace of life.

The attention of the three ** kings was attracted by the box held in Zhuo Fan's hand, and he was stunned for a moment, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, and the killing force was incomparable, and he had already attacked Zhuo Fan's body, and a generation of thieves died on the spot......

At the moment of the attack, Zhuo Fan fiercely threw the red sandalwood box in his hand towards the Sakya Dharma King, and at the same time stretched his limbs, and his arms faced the surging Sen Han Qi from left and right, and drew several mysterious trajectories out of thin air. It's these subtle movements that turn the enemy's moves into a state of mutual bombardment!

"What?"

"What's this trick?"

The two sneak attackers were stunned inexplicably, they never expected Zhuo Fan to do this, and they were surprised and withdrew half of their fists in time, so as not to hurt their companions, and their bodies staggered.

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