Lin Yifan's tenfold fist power couldn't shake the Daomen monk's fallen Buddha curtain, so he jumped away and opened the distance to prepare to enlarge the move. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Daomen monk stood unharmed and smiled at Lin Yifan.

didn't stand and wait for Lin Yifan to attack again, his hands were closed, and the heaven and earth vitality around him quickly condensed in his palm.

The Taoist monk's palm was empty, and the condensed heaven and earth vitality gradually stretched into a stick, about one zhang and three inches long. Immediately after that, the body of the stick changed.

One end is in the shape of a vajra, the other end is three-edged with a pointed shape, and there are three Buddha heads in the middle three sections, either laughing, scolding, or angry. It is the Buddha Gate Vajra Demon Pestle also.

The golden demon pestle turned in the palm of the Daomen's hand, and it instantly turned into black ink, and the three Buddha heads also became the heads of demons, all of which were hideous and terrifying. The Vajra Demon Pestle became the Buddha Pestle

An astonishing wave of evil emanated from the pestle of the fallen Buddha.

Trumpet!

The Fallen Buddha Demon Pestle was condensed and formed, and the Daomen monk suddenly stepped out, and the afterimage appeared, but his true body turned into a black light, and went straight to Lin Yifan at a terrifying speed.

Rumble!

The Daomen monk was astonishingly fast, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Lin Yifan, with a cruel expression and licking his lips with an evil smile.

The fallen Buddha demon pestle fell, with the demon's foolish smile, and smashed it at Lin Yifan with Mount Tai.

The magic pestle had not yet completely fallen, and the fierce momentum it carried had already cracked on the ground like a spider's web, and the small stone under Lin Yifan's feet trembled autonomously.

The floating light and shadow step started, and Lin Yifan's figure flickered, leaving an afterimage in place.

The Fallen Buddha Demon Pestle followed Lin Yifan's afterimage and fell to the ground.

Rumble!

The rocks pierced through the air, extremely dusty, and instantly submerged the figure of the Daomen monk.

Lin Yifan's eyes froze, and something in the dust rushed towards him with a fierce momentum.

It is the fallen Buddha pestle of the Taoist monk.

Lin Yifan leaned back to avoid the fallen Buddha pestle.

Before Lin Yifan could straighten up, a black claw poked out of the dust, digging straight into Lin Yifan's heart.

Lin Yifan's right hand slapped on the ground, and a sideways 360-degree turn in the air made a dangerous claw attack. The devil's claw missed Lin Yifan and grabbed the fallen Buddha demon pestle in mid-air and pulled it hard.

The Fallen Buddha Demon Pestle roared and smashed into the back of Lin Yifan's head in the air.

In the face of such a galloping attack of the Fallen Buddha Demon Pestle, Lin Yifan's palm was slightly bright, and a small cyan sword condensed.

Lin Yifan pushed the palm of his hand, and the cyan sword rose into a five-foot long blade against the storm, colliding with the Fallen Buddha Demon Pestle.

Boom! The sound of sharp weapons colliding pierced the cave, and sparks splashed everywhere. Waves of furious qi burst violently from between the sword pestles.

As soon as Lin Yifan landed, the Daomen monk in the dust quickly rushed towards him.

The Daomen monk was crying at this time, probing his claws and rushing towards Lin Yifan.

Lin Yifan's figure was in shape, and he dodged the impact of the Daomen monk. The Taoist monk took advantage of the situation to grab the fallen Buddha demon pestle that was stalemate with the long sword in mid-air.

The demon pestle of the fallen Buddha fell into the hands of the Taoist monk, chanting happily and softly, and the demonic energy was displayed. In an instant, he suppressed Lin Yifan's condensed long sword.

The long sword was in danger under the fallen Buddha pestle of the Daomen monk, and it was about to be smashed and dissipated.

Lin Yifan's expression was calm, and his mouth was lightly thought.

"Boom!"

Boom! The long sword exploded instantly, turning into dozens of fierce sword qi, and slammed into the end of the fallen Buddha's demon pestle.

The three thousand demon Buddhas in the fallen curtain of the Daomen monk chanted the magic sound, and the fallen Buddha demon pestle was full of light, instantly engulfing the fierce sword qi.

When the Fallen Buddha Demon Pestle engulfed, Lin Yifan had already flashed below it.

A punch was reached, and the muscles of his arm squirmed and bulged, glowing slightly.

The Daomen monk could feel the tremendous force coming from the other end of the Fallen Buddha's pestle, which shook his arm numb, and his blood tumbled endlessly. The corners of his mouth were bleeding even more.

He hurriedly let go of the fallen Buddha's pestle.

Guarded by the curtain of the fallen Buddha, Lin Yifan's fist could not hurt the monk of the Daomen at all, but the monk of the Daomen just grabbed the magic pestle of the fallen Buddha.

Lin Yifan's fierce fist strength passed through the fallen Buddha magic pestle, through the fallen Buddha curtain, and acted on the body of the Taoist monk, and only then did he hurt him.

The Taoist monk decisively abandoned the fallen Buddha magic pestle, and Lin Yifan's fist fell on the fallen Buddha curtain, without stirring up the slightest wave.

The Fallen Buddha Curtain once again perfectly blocked Lin Yifan's fierce attack.

The Daomen monk did not show any anger because of the injury, his face even had a smile on his face, he stretched out his slender tongue and licked the blood from his mouth, his eyes were red and he stared at Lin Yifan intently.

"What a delicious taste. However, I prefer to drink from other people, it will be more delicious. ”

"After entering the evil spirit, it will really become a pervert. ”

Lin Yifan looked at the smiling Taoist monk, listened to his perverted speech, and muttered to himself.

"Next, prepare your screams and blood. The expression of the monk of Daomen was changed to crying, and the effect of changing his face was very good.

As soon as the words fell, the fallen Buddha magic pestle turned into a black streamer and melted into the curtain of the fallen Buddha. His expression changed to a smiling face again, his hands slowly began to seal, and the light of the fallen Buddha curtain on his body slowly converged and disappeared.

"Nan Wu Great Freedom Demon!" with the solemn announcement of the Taoist monk.

A little golden light appeared in mid-air, and the golden light appeared, and the Sanskrit sound sounded, as if thousands of Buddhas were chanting sutras. A little golden light slowly became larger, and in a flash, it seemed that a century had passed, and the golden light turned into a lotus platform.

Above the lotus platform, the Buddha is slowly outlined.

The compassionate Buddha is smiling, and the Buddha's light shines on the cave. Originally, because of Lin Yifan's battle, the grass and trees that had suffered were rejuvenated, and the small fish in the small stream slowly surfaced to listen to this Sanskrit sound.

Everything is so happy.

But just when all things reached the state of bliss, the compassionate Buddha changed color, he was no longer compassionate, and the golden light became the magic light. He was crying and laughing, hideous and terrifying.

The Golden Lotus Platform turned inky black, which was intriguing and spurred the Sanskrit sound of Buddhism, and it also became a devil crying demon roar.

Gray light shines.

The originally revived plants and trees were illuminated by gray light, and they decayed in an instant, losing their green leaves, as if life had been evacuated all of a sudden.

There were fish floating on the surface of the stream, with their bellies facing the sky, and they couldn't die anymore.

I thought it was a chance, but I didn't expect to be dodged by the magic sound.

Lin Yifan felt that his consciousness began to blur, and the killing intent rushed straight to his brain. There are only three words in the head: "Kill, kill, kill!"

He will kill the heavens, the earth, all things, and even more so himself.

"Lin boy, stabilize your mind, don't be affected by the magic sound. The voice of the barren monument sounded in Lin Yifan's mind.

Lin Yifan was a spirit, and the killing intent retreated. He hurried his luck innate immortal qi and resisted the magic sound. He was sweating profusely, and he felt like he was almost no longer himself.

"What is this move, it is more terrifying than my dragon chanting heavenly sound. “

If it weren't for the sound of the barren monument sounding in time, Lin Yifan would have fallen. Become a walking dead who only knows killing, and has no self-awareness.

"The little monk has a good talent. If I'm not mistaken, he should have realized a set of true immortal-level divine soul attack mastery on the Heavenly Chosen Text. “

"True immortal-level mastery........ let me end this senseless battle quickly!"

Lin Yifan took a deep breath, put his finger on his forehead and eyebrows, and scratched slightly.

A strange blue line appeared in the center of his eyebrows, the blue light of the blue line pulsed slightly, and the temperature around him dropped rapidly.