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The sneer of the bloody Zen is still the same sneer, but it is just another laugh.

Is it the pain in the skull that makes Sorazen's face feel solemn, or is it a problem for the imprisoned demon lord, the seal is not difficult for them, but they must know where to throw it after the seal.

Thrown in Yiyang City, how could such a bodhisattva-hearted person have such an idea, you must know that this is a place of bitterness, how can people with many calamities be tortured by them.

Bald donkeys are hateful, don't the bodhisattvas feel that it is too late?

You must know that the people in Yiyang City are full of people, and the souls of the city have been filled, regardless of the evil and the benevolent, have entered the mouth of the demon sacrifice, although the demon sacrifice is broken, but the real culprit is indeed because of the kindness of a Zen monk in his heart and let him escape.

They who are really capable, after standing by again and again, finally have the opportunity to stand on top of this ruin and sigh.

His gaze once again pierced through the layers of scripture chains and landed on Wu Jitang's handsome faceplate.

A smile, a smile of some joy, appeared on the face of Master Kong Zen, and with a glance, his eyes drifted to Wu Jitang's pale white soul that was sleeping quietly in the light of the Buddha.

In my heart and mouth, I praised: "Good." ”

Scarlet Yizen looked at the virtue of Master Kongzen, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching: "Stinky bald donkey, what's the bad thing to hold back." ”

"Masters, let's get started. Kong Chan said to the other six ancient Buddhas.

And at this time, Wu Jitang, who was originally outside the enchantment, was held by an invisible hand and flew into the enchantment, this must be a reconquest, because it was originally his own thing, and he was forcibly occupied for a long time, and finally whether he was a monk or a mage, that body still belonged to the soul.

The pale white villain's eyes have been opened, and he is really glad that he is still alive, but that sad expression is not a relief.

This kind body, does Wu Jitang still recognize it as his own?

I really can't believe it, what separates my eyes is not the condensed flesh and blood, but the ancient Buddha who is amazing, and Wu Jitang, who does not know life and death at this time, stands on the spot.

A gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Donor, where there is a heart, there is hope." ”

The Buddhist mantra needs a person with a heart, and this encouragement can only make the current Wu Jitang feel more confused 'heart' Hehe, where is his heart, he looked at the atrium again, and all he saw was a pale golden enchantment.

What Buddhism pursues is 'enlightenment', so deep and profound emptiness, and the Dharma teachers dare not answer it in vain.

And this space-time Zen has already begun to cast spells, and in the years, a cold snort came from the coffin: "I want to see how you wear me down." ”

But soon the demon lord had to choke up, so choked that he was afraid to even look at it, and once again asked himself in his heart: "Who are these monks?"

On the top of the head of the ancient Buddha, a shining ring of Buddha is condensed, and there is a small character floating in it in turn, namely: 'hum', 'ma', 'what', 'bei', 'mi', 'moo'.

The corners of the demon lord's eyes were withdrawn, the corners of his mouth were withdrawn, and his gaze once again drifted to a Zen monk, with a sealed door, what is sealed, the question in his heart cannot be answered, are you making a move on a Zen?

How can you have this guts, if those few seals go crazy, then you will have to stay in the coffin for the rest of your life, for the unknown, the demon lord knows its reason, if the world is chaotic enough, then all the unknown will be unveiled, and he is already half asleep, so the troubled times are far away?

The serene smile promoted a harmonious sleep, and it was obvious that the wisp of doppelganger demon lord didn't care anymore.

The golden characters on the top of the ancient Buddha's head flew to Wu Jitang's side with a huge aura, as if they were surrounded by a group, faintly connected to each other.

Wu Jitang's eyes were still open, but what separated him from his gaze was not the pale golden enchantment, but the golden that stinged his eyes, and that gold didn't just sting his eyes, but also another soul-devouring and hissing pain?

Wu Jitang smiled, and every time he smiled, he didn't know how many times it was, and every time he didn't die thoroughly, he really couldn't believe that this was a kind of luck, because death can be regarded as lucky compared to such pain, and every pain is so unique.

Master Kongzen must know everything.

The divine and mysterious words resounded in the depths of the soul, 'Where there is a heart, there is hope,' and now you have found the place of that heart and that hope?

It's a pity that I still don't know where he is, but Wu Jitang is absolutely smart, so 'having a heart' must be understood as having a heart?

And isn't 'living' just the hope possible?

Epiphany can't dilute the pain, it can only add some color to the pain, as long as Wu Jitang doesn't give up, then the color will definitely be brilliant.

Under the light of the six-character Buddha, Wu Jitang's majestic body began to be filled with wisps of black lines, and it wandered uncertainly, just like blood.

This is exactly what the demon lord planted, and it will also be what the mages want to seal, and their competition is also destined to Wu Jitang's misery, blood cuts the blood and the soul.

The six-character golden light is domineering, and the black blood did not retreat a point, and Wu Jitang's body flesh and blood began to condense automatically, and is this a good thing for Wu Jitang?

I really can't agree, it's just a flesh-and-blood defense line built by the empty zen mage for fear of the demon lord's counterattack, but how can the demon lord's clone not fight back.

The impact again and again made Wu Jitang always feel that the flesh and blood were lost, and the flesh and blood were derived, and this pain was an excessive graffiti on the color.

And Wu Jitang, under the illumination of the six-character golden light, couldn't even curl up in body and soul, so he could only pave his body and let the Buddha's light scorch.

Time is short, pain is long.

And the black blood retreated one after another, not only lost the torso of the body, not only lost the weight of the skull, but also lost the supporting backbone, but they were still entrenched in the last place.

'Heart. ’

still choked Wu Jitang's throat, the dying struggle of the demon lord's clone added pain to Wu Jitang's pain, and how could the last place not be strictly guarded, the black blood had not moved for a long time under the Buddha's light, as if he had overcome the fear of the mantra, was it deciding to fight back?

"Amitabha" Master Kong Zen sang in a low voice, this is the seal, do you want to wear it out?

That's not a seal, and now that it's driven to the end, it can be said that all that remains is to imprison the demon lord's clone in Wu Jitang's heart.

Wu Jitang's eyes were open, and the huge golden word in front of him had already floated out of a phantom, like a doppelganger, and slowly approached Wu Jitang.

Their intentions must be clear to the people who are suffering from pain, because in the clear, an angry voice smashed out of Wu Jitang's mouth: "Stop for me~." ”

A hint of contemplation appeared on Master Kongzen's face, but the Buddha name in his mouth stopped, and the six-character mantra leaning towards Wu Jitang still didn't stop.

They are femme fatales, but their huge bodies are powerless, but their tiny souls are powerless.

But Wu Jitang's rediscovered heart is unwilling to 'have a heart, there is hope', and how can his hope be used to seal sin, that is where all his pride lies.

Being alive does not necessarily lead to hope, but as long as the blood in your heart is still hot, you will definitely be able to gain hope.

So Wu Jitang was unwilling, the Buddhas couldn't do anything, but the owner of this body wanted to make a last stand, roaring from the whole body, the black blood hit the flesh, and the flesh and blood were also impacting the black blood, the originally condensed body quickly turned pale, do you still want to experience transparency?

Wu Jitang didn't want to regret it.

"Hey. With a soft sigh, how could a monk sit back and watch the pain happen in front of him, the trace of black cracks on the skull spread out to the surroundings again, but they were still insignificant to the huge head.

Although the scriptures in Kongming's mouth did not stop, but in front of him, they condensed into a 'Buddha' word, and flew towards Wu Jitang's heart, is it the same?

The black entrenched heart did not block half a minute, and the word 'Buddha' fell into it, and the golden light exploded in the black, but it was obviously not enough to get them out of here.

But it was enough for Wu Jitang's small soul, his own territory must be defended by himself, small but the sharp eyes that had been there were not missing, and the golden light that exploded had made him discover the black center, the thing that showed off his might, and it was he who was entrenched in his arrogance and refused to return it.

Everything else is your own, and all this is your own.

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