There was no joy on Yizen's face, and there was no surprise on the face of the same demon lord. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

You must know that a person who can lie in a coffin for so long, what wind and waves have not been seen, even if that palm is slapped on himself in his heart, what can he do?

At most, it's just tickling, patting the flattery of the ashes.

A weird smile spread across the handsome face that originally belonged to Wu Jitang, obviously confident about the wind and thunder behind him.

Ignoring the demon lord, and Ichizen must have decided that the arrogant would of course die under his pride.

The palm of the hand must contain a thousand powers, and it shone with a strong golden light, and even the entire body of a Zen monk was submerged in it.

But a Zen monk must feel that it is not enough.

Although he hasn't fallen in love with a coffin like the demon lord, in the same way, the years have given him not only the courage to fight, but also the unique vision to seize the opportunity.

Although there was no half joy on his face, there was a little joy in his heart, as if he noticed the smile on the face of the demon lord through the back, the law of the ages, despise his enemies will definitely pay a painful price.

Yizen is obviously still not at ease, the center of the palm is condensed into a Buddha word, and all the golden light suddenly disappears, although the simple 'Buddha' word does not flow out of half a cent of golden light, but everyone dare not look directly.

If it is an ordinary practitioner, in the face of such a quiet Buddha word, he would have staggered to his knees and repented devoutly.

The Buddha characters without a little brilliance make people have a kind of oil respect from the heart, although the eyes have not yet seen, but the complicated mind is indeed completely purified.

And something so supreme must have its magical use.

Yizen's thoughts, the demon lord must know, just like the smiling face knows the Dao method that Yizen is desperately performing behind him, but the sneer on his face is not reduced by half.

The self-confidence of the demon lord is innate, in his eyes, he is the sky, even if others have the ability, then who can shake the sky?

Amusing!

Would Ichizen think this is a ridiculous question?

The person who smirks and uses his own body to pick up the edge of others is ridiculous, and it is also pathetic.

The Buddha in the hands of Yizen does not want to look at it with the noble eyes of the demon lord, and he does not need to look at it, Yizen himself will deliver it to the door, and the palm of his hand has already touched the majestic body of the simple Buddha characters.

Since it is a great one, of course the demon lord will not dodge, and the Dao method captured in his hand has actually been completed a long time ago, and what he is waiting for is the monk bald donkey to deliver it to the door.

It's an opportunity for everyone.

Obviously, the demon lord has all kinds of factors that don't want to stay in the world any longer.

As for one Zen, if the demon stops for a long time, it will be a disaster for the world, so it is the supreme merit of the world to extinguish it early.

Although he knew that the demon lord was a proud person, Ichizen never thought that it would be so easy to succeed.

The word 'Buddha' in his hand was not blocked by half a point, and he was easily sent into the demon lord's vest by himself, but the smile was still visible, and the surprise appeared first.

Because it's more like pushing yourself into the water with all your might, and even the waves don't surface.

Sure enough, a Zen monk was not wrong, and his proud voice was already ringing in his ears.

"Bald donkey, you have fun, now it's my turn. ”

Such a calm and relaxed demon lord looks like he has been injured by the supreme Dharma, but rather, all of this is pretending to be a person who wants to save face.

But a Zen monk was shocked that it was not entirely his own Dharma failure, but his own palm, the palm that sent the ancient word 'Buddha' into the heart of the demon lord, or maintained this original posture and stuck it on the back of the demon lord.

People with a shocked face, is there any other trick to show?

The arm shook slightly, and a Zen monk was struggling, obviously his hand was sucked by the demon lord, and it grew on the demon lord's back like a root.

You must know that this is a person whose whole body exudes danger, which makes Yizen not be surprised, but the surprise is indeed not chaos, that face is quite calm, and the golden Buddha light on his arm has begun to flicker tenaciously.

But some things are always far away, and they can't solve the current crisis of Yizen.

The demon lord has been waiting for a long time, and Yizen has sent it to the door by himself, how can this guest be easily sent out if he doesn't serve it well. A cruel and smug smile was written on his face.

Although the back is more arrogant, if you want to see the hateful face of Ichchizen die with your own eyes, you must turn around.

The demon lord's body has already left, but it's not that simple for Ichusen to withdraw his hand.

Yizen's eyes were full of solemnity, that person was not injured at all by my Buddha palm, is it really not something that he can resist?

I'm still thinking about it, but it's really redundant.

The black death light conceived in the hands of the demon lord has long been eager to try, and now the target has no hope of struggling to dodge, it is completely a fish on the chopping board, and it is burned by itself.

Is there such fun?

It's just a sturdy ant, just shoot it to death.

The demon lord must have thought very chic, and with a slight wave of one hand, the light full of rich dead light, like a black butterfly, flew melodiously towards the chest of a Zen monk.

This is not a kind of torture, knowing that death is near, anyone will do their best to defend their life, or their dignity.

And the same is true of a Zen monk with a pure heart and few desires, he is not a demon master, he has the courage to laugh at the abilities of others, and now he has no such ability.

Before the black butterfly arrived, Yizen caught the breath of death above the charm between its fluttering wings.

Obviously, in the eyes of the demon lord, he has been delayed for so long, and if he can't even kill the ants with one blow, then what face has slept so long in the years, let alone the face to be the lord of the demons.

Yizen is not a demon master, how can he have the courage to take it hard, and the hand that can still be used has been erected in front of his chest.

His eyes closed peacefully, and the quiet sound of the Buddha slowly flowed around him, and if there was no spell to bind the other hand, who could see that this was a dying man.

Closing your eyes is not waiting for death, and the scriptures in your mouth are not to soothe your own anxiety, but to purify the black butterfly that contains a strong death light.

A Zen monk exudes a faint Buddha light all over his body, trying his best to open up his world.

Sure enough, every time it's a good show, but now I'm not in the mood to pay attention, and those who dare to provoke me must die, and there is a hint of a smile on the handsome coldness, which is obviously a mockery of Yizen's dying struggle.

Yizen thinks that the pale golden Buddha light can imprison the wings of the butterfly?

Ridiculous is doomed, the light black butterfly sees the Buddha's light as if it is nothing, and easily floats into it, although its eyes are closed, but Yizen must be able to know that the defense line he hastily built has been broken through by others.

So now close your eyes, will this be death?

Struggle is a must, although one palm is imprisoned, but you must know that a Zen monk has another one that can be used, and the finger is lightly touched on the head.

A ray of golden Buddha light was quietly born.

Although you can still find the vast aura of Buddhism in it, anyone can find a strong killing aura in it.

Defense is forever passive.

Ichizen is well aware of this truth, and now he has no choice.

That ray of Buddha light quickly evolved into a golden arrow that flashed with this intense Buddha light, and his target was of course the leisurely black butterfly.

"Whoosh!"

For his own life, how dare Yi Zen be casual, the golden arrow went straight to the black butterfly.

These two are extremely disproportionate, the killing exuded by the golden arrow is unusually cold, while the black butterfly hides all the dead air deeply, and the weak posture makes people involuntarily exude a sense of hatred for the golden arrow.

Yizen's gaze has no pity for the black butterfly, because it is himself who deserves pity, it is it that wants to harvest its own life, and the golden arrow is the last hope to defend life.

Such a weak body, maybe the Buddha arrow is still piercing, and it will be strangled by the strong wind it carries.

Is that really the case?

The fluttering butterfly has its own persistence, and it will not retreat half a step if it does not achieve the master's order, and its wings are gently incited.

"Poof. ”

Yizen must have been dumbfounded, the light wings were so simply incited, and the thunderous golden Buddha arrow was turned upside down and shattered.

The demon lord smiled, you must know that this is your own means, and you still want to hinder it, isn't that a slap in the face?

The silence and peace on Ichōzen's face had not dissipated, and the bound hand was still unable to move, and one hand was erected in front of his chest.

Is there still a way to reach the sky, or is it already waiting for death?

Maybe that person is also destined.

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