"Master, do you insist on stopping me? Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" I don't know why, the tone of the demon dragon is so respectful, and there is a bit of compromise in the tone, but the invisible momentum is quietly spreading.

If you are a person who pretends to be stupid, then you will definitely be stunned.

But He Nai, a Zen monk who was stupid, his eyes slowly opened, and everything in front of him was as expected, and his expression was not half surprised, not to mention whether there was fear flashing between his eyebrows.

The transparent demon dragon's brows furrowed deeply, obviously his deliberate momentum oppression did not touch a Zen monk for half a point, it can be said that even his great true body did not make that person have a little surprise.

The disturbing thoughts in his mind were the most helpless result, and it was obvious that the Zen monk with drooping eyelids made the demon dragon very jealous, because he also felt an ancient aura from it.

But this breath is too different from yourself, you have to know that you are a demon, in order to live, you used some extremely special means to do it.

And that's a person.,Neither has such a strong vitality as himself.,But it's true that he's lived so long.,Although it looks very old.,But I don't dare to have half a point of contempt.,It can be said that even if you meet it in the era you live in.,It's also the existence that lets you go around.。

I had to lament that I had hit a big luck again, and I actually met such an existence on the day of rebirth, and more, more importantly, I was still a bald donkey.

Because in his heart, he must be a stubborn fellow.

Sure enough, he didn't guess wrong, and a compassionate voice fluttered into his ears: "Donor, this is not the ancient world of the past, think twice." ”

This is definitely an answer that makes me stumble, the demon dragon's face is shocked and crying at the same time, and he sighs softly: "Master, I don't know, but what kind of ability do I have, it is impossible to return to that era, and if you want to live, you have to pay the price." "Such compromises can only be done by people who have lived long enough like this.

A Zen monk also sighed softly: "Hey~!"

Demon Dragon Wu's eyebrows raised, and he praised in his heart that there was a play, if it can be done, then the senses of the bald donkey will be turned upside down, this place obviously does not want to stay longer, and tries his best to hide in a hurry, but the difficulty can be imagined, and said: "Master, I still hope to be perfect, so that I am tired of a place to settle down and live, and I can concentrate on cultivation." ”

Although the urgency in it cannot be concealed, the sincerity contained in it is indeed full of overflow.

"Amitabha" sang a Buddha horn as soon as he sang a Buddha horn, and then he was silent.

The demon dragon's heart has been mentioned for a long time, and the drama in his heart has already reached his throat, and his hopeful eyes looking at the compassionate and closed face of a Zen monk are already a kind of deep thinking with frowns tightly locked.

Can I do it?

That's what he hoped for anyway.

The heart is already very impatient, and it is still such a long wait, a Zen monk is like entering the meditation again, the face is compassionate, and the Buddha scriptures are endless.

And these are not important to the demon dragon, he loves to chant the scriptures and has nothing to do with himself, but he really doesn't like to listen to them. What is abominable is that the strong golden light above his head has been shining in his heart.

The wait is endless, and the demon dragon is not a patient person, ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Master, you don't let go, you don't fight, what do you want, do you want to seal me for the rest of your life?"

Although the meaning of the words was a little vicious, the courtesy of the tone was indeed not missing, and it can be imagined that the demon dragon was not very sure of the odds.

But it's useless for him to be in a hurry, just like Wu Jitang in his hands, he himself was imprisoned and sealed by Yizen, the only difference is that Wu Jitang lacks the strength of a battle, and what he lacks is the courage of a battle.

A monk will not let people wait for a long time, a Zen monk's eyes have already opened, ushered in the eager gaze of the demon dragon, and sighed again and said: "Donor, I have a great place to go, I will be able to let you meditate and cultivate, I don't know if the donor is willing to do so." ”

Waiting until now, just waiting for the answer now, you must know that I am a great dragon, how can I be so humiliated, and said with a strange smile: "Hehe~ Heh, the master is really good at laughing, do you want me to eat bran and swallow tofu with you?"

A Zen monk was silent, just bowed his head and chanted the Buddha endlessly.

The demon dragon's heart was even more angry, and he swept it respectfully, and roared loudly: "Bald donkey, I eat meat." ”

In fact, he didn't care what he ate a Zen monk, and it was not the first time he had heard the name of 'bald donkey', but there was no time when he paid so much attention to it.

"Donor, if the demonic qi is not extinguished, I will not let you go" Although the voice was low, its will was indeed unshakable.

What a joke this sounds to the dragon, in his time, no one has ever been able to stop the dragon's footsteps, and his own low voice really did not get the face he deserved.

How can he not be angry, so many years of silent arrogance exploded in his chest in vain.

He shouted: "Bald donkey, you can't stop me with a mere seal." "The roar is better than the sum of all the ghosts' crying, and the light emitted by the Buddha recipe of the word 'Mi' shook violently, and it had the meaning of being shaken away.

With such a might, is the magic dragon happy?

Are you scared when you Zen?

The Demon Dragon's face was even more gloomy than before, because under the impact of his own Dao power, the seal was only about to break, and there was still a long way to go before it was shattered.

Sure enough, it was a master, although the ghost grudge did not reach the ears of a Zen monk, but the demon dragon roared and fell into the bottom of his heart, but even if the ancient well of a Zen fell into such a large boulder, it could not cause half a ripple.

If you can't break it when you drink it, can't you break it yourself?

On the transparent arm, a strong demonic flame suddenly burned, and the eyes on that transparent face also burned.

"Drink!"

The fierce flames on the fist of the demon dragon burned fiercely, and with infinite power, it swung towards the Buddha recipe of the word 'Mi', and the momentum accumulated little by little in the process of impact, and the fist was increasing by one point.

The Buddha Light let out a wail under the crushing of the fist wind, and it was already completely crushed, obviously they could not block the fist of the demon dragon, and it was very difficult to even stagnate.

The word 'Mi' Buddha is so small under the fist, just like a mosquito, in anyone's opinion, it is completely disproportionate, and it will either be shattered or blown away.

But a Zen monk is not an ordinary person, those eyes still did not make half a wave, and the scriptures in his mouth were not chaotic, as if he didn't know that the seal was broken, and that guy would enter the sea.

This is an absolute confidence, in fact, the demon dragon should have known that this would be the result a long time ago.

The huge fist, bombarded the seal, neither was blown away, nor shattered, although small cracks appeared when it was hit by the fist.

But before the demon dragon could be happy, the crack stopped, and what made him even more speechless was that the crack was still slowly repairing, although the repair was very slow, but it would undoubtedly become the last straw, thus crushing himself.

Now the demon dragon already knew very well in his heart that the seal was just enough to restrain himself, and it would be good if the power of the tenth layer could exert four layers, and that trace of crack was just to let himself deceive himself.

The roar was cathartic, but the noble head still had to be lowered: "Master, can't you really let me live?" The humility in the words could not be attached, but the demon dragon must not have remembered the smooth mouth that once shouted 'bald donkey'.

It was still those compassionate eyes, and they didn't even blink.

But the demon dragon did understand the reply of a Zen monk, and then he shouted violently, and the anger on his face was a little distorted: "Bald donkey delusion, how can the deity be bound by your Buddhism." Such words are much more agreeable.

Drinking air is a very painful thing, and a Zen monk is an abominable air in the eyes of the demon dragon, and sure enough, bald donkeys are stubborn existences.

"Bald donkey, you forced me" As soon as he raised his hand, the pale white villain Wu Jitang appeared in his hand, and the demon dragon smiled coldly: "Divine monk, let the deity see if you monks really have a compassionate heart." ”

Are those eyes still like that?

Fresh life can attract all the attention, a Zen monk's gaze fell on Wu Jitang's villain, and the dragon's gaze was firmly locked on Wu Jitang, as if a Zen monk would suddenly burst out and snatch away the treasure in his palm.

"Haha, the master asked me to see if you are really merciful, there is really nothing to cherish for a little mortal, but I don't know what kind of pleasure it will be to enter the door of hungry ghosts" The repetition of the demon dragon is even more of an influx of arrogance and pleasure.

A Zen face hesitated.

And Wu Jitang's face suddenly found a serene smile, as if he was laughing at how slow the demon dragon was advancing, such torture was really coming to an end.

That serene smile must have seen the long-awaited relief.

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