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Then it means, bragging.

And a Zen monk who is a lot older can be such a bluffing person, after all, the eyebrows are white, and those eyes are once again in the ancient well.

Obviously, such a simple sentence of the magic dragon can't turn over any big waves.

Of course, the existence at the bottom of Yizen's heart had already laughed: "What kind of dog thing, at most, it is just a reptile, and you dare to call it a dragon, and the dragon's face has made you lose it." ”

Of course, the bloody demon dragon with a disdainful face didn't know, otherwise it would be so ridiculous, and the arrogant dragon would vomit blood in anger.

However, the current demon dragon is not much better, and the blood gushing from his mouth has never stopped, and it all starts with the big words.

The cruelty in those eyes was enough to accumulate.

Could it be that demon dragons are born with a strong ability to resist attacks?

Being tortured like this by a Zen monk is actually as simple as spurting blood in his mouth and having stars in his eyes.

If it is replaced by any dragon, then it will not be able to squeeze out his life and fight to the death, and it will not be easily ravaged like this, and there may be a possibility that it is not his life that is consumed now.

Because this body is strictly speaking, Wu Jitang's.

Can it be understood that it was Wu Jitang who vomited blood, and it was Wu Jitang who was beaten and roared all over the sky?

Although the body belongs to someone else, and the demon dragon is just a temporary sojourn, you must know that it hurts you, and the endless sound of trouble in the air tortures you all the time.

There is also the mysterious palm of the bald donkey, which time it was slapped on the body, it was not the existence of a layer of skin, and the heart was already anxious, if it weren't for the vigorous vitality of his body, he would have been photographed into ashes by others.

But what you must know is that you have no way to deal with it now, and if you want to go, it can be said that there is no way out in the sky and on the earth, and you have been ravaged by the war.

Even if the eyes are really on fire, it's useless, and if it goes on like this, it's better to stretch your neck now and wait for someone else to kill you, and save yourself the pain of this flesh and skin.

Is this stimulating yourself?

Such a great life would trample the pride of the soul on the soles of its feet.

If the real dragon clan bumped into him, would he have the idea of cleaning up the portal, and those anxious eyes were as big as copper bells, in order to lock the body of a Zen monk.

But the sadness is here, it is clear that the person is in front of him, but he always feels that there is a strange wind behind him, and the feeling is really not fake, and he is still crying bitterly in his heart, or that trick, and he is still shot to the side, he is forced to the corner of death.

"Bald donkey, dare to fight head-on. The demon dragon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said viciously.

If it were someone else, who would care about such a plea for mercy, but now that compassionate face, as if born, the wind did not sound behind the demon dragon, and it was obvious that Yizen had put away the supreme supernatural power.

This is a respite, but this is not a chance to live, I am still trapped in it, and the word 'annoyance' in the sky has not given up because of the quiet standing of a Zen.

Smile, a smile appeared on the dragon's face, as if he was glad to have a chance to breathe.

A sneer sounded in the bottom of Yizen's heart: "Bald donkey, it's really stupid." ”

Whether it's a bald donkey or stupidity, the monks are accustomed to abandoning all the evil scolding, and they are quiet and quiet.

"Amitabha, the donor is looking back. "The voice of compassion, whether it is a Zen in the bottom of the heart or a wheezing dragon, should be heard.

"Hehe, ridiculous. "Great beings and humble reptiles are sometimes so aligned.

Qi was swallowed into the abdominal cavity, whether it was really decided, the demon dragon shouted with all his sneer: "Master, have you returned your head to a ghost like me?"

In the end, he is still a compassionate person, in the eyes of a Zen, whether this is the key to closing the sin, and said softly: "Donor, in front of the Buddha, no matter who can kneel, you will be able to be dust-free." ”

A joke, it must be a big joke.

The demon dragon, who was laughing almost out of breath, beat his chest desperately, and his voice was in a ridiculous tremor: "Master, you are too late to become a Buddha, my soul would have been betrayed to the great god a long time ago, otherwise I would not have met you here." ”

"Hey, as long as the donor wakes up, it's never too late. Sighing softly, whether there are too many memories hidden in the eyes, maybe this is also said to himself.

"Hmph, you can be a good man. ”

People who are bound by the past, the eyes of the demon dragon are not blind, how can such an opportunity be missed.

Everything is silent, the power of the Tao flows silently, the body disappears silently, and quietly appears next to Yizen.

And the black long knife is even more so, obviously the demon dragon is afraid that what is in front of him will be a phantom, and his body is as if it is attached to a Zen monk, and the long knife is sent out.

Will it be worse this time?

Ecstasy in his eyes, because from the knife, but also from the hand to feel the infinite vitality of this body, this time I stabbed the right body.

Fortunately, sure enough, a bald donkey is a bald donkey.

As long as you know it with emotion and move it with reason, then everything is in your own control, even if you are amazed, it is not the same as dying through your heart.

You know, the knife in your hand is not ordinary, it is the witty I sacrificed the old bones of the clan, and it can be said that I was chased and killed by the Manchus and it was completely for him.

"Haha, master, I can't blame me, and I can only blame you for being dizzy. "You can imagine how crazy it would be.

A skin still dared to stand in front of him, and now was the moment of pride, the demon dragon jumped lightly, floated to the front of Yizen, and then kicked at Yizen's head.

Is it really dead?

Ichusen doesn't even have the ability to dodge at all.,Strong kick.。

Great footprints are imprinted on great faces.

Shocked and angry, the face under his feet was too hateful, how could the demon dragon be willing, the knife stabbed out again, and the same pierced the heart.

But the smile did not come out, and the horror completely invaded the anger, and shouted in his heart: "What kind of person is this?" ”

Being so close to a Zen monk makes the demon dragon not timid, in his opinion, that smiling face must be very, very hateful, and that shallow smile is not kind.

Instead, the Grim Reaper showed his pale teeth.

Don't run yet, wait for when, do you wait for the palm of a Zen to be imprinted on your chest?

Anxious like a lost dog, but if you want to go, it depends on whether Yizen agrees or not, the magic dragon hand suddenly exerts force, and the whole body stagnates violently, and the color of fear crawls all over the body.

The knife couldn't be pulled out, can it be understood that it was stuck by that old bone?

The anxious dog, who wants to take things away when he goes, is a big joke, when the palms that were originally closed were separated, and when they were attached to their own flesh.

"Bald donkey, you are so poisonous, ah. ”

"Poof. ”

Before the sound was finished, the sound of cracking bones sounded in the air, the source was of course the body of the demon dragon, and at this time he had not stabilized his body, and the strange thing was that his chest was intact, and his back was actually blasted open a palm-sized hole.

Is this where the poison lies?

Only the demon dragon knows better how painful it is to be poisoned, and you must know that what explodes your back is not someone else's Dao power at all, but your own power.

Yizen's palm was imprinted on his chest, and a trace of strange power penetrated into the source, which is where the poison lies, and the original calm source that is completely disturbed by that trace of force, if it is not broken in time, it is not a simple back that explodes, but the root of everything.

The benevolent man was still in front of him, his palms were folded again, and his whole body was full of his own masterpiece, and there was no trace of existence on that body.

"Khooth. ”

The demon dragon's eyes froze, and the familiar black quickly swept towards him, and his heart was gloomy, that was the old bone of the ancestor, did he want to repay the hatred of stealing the bone?

How dare you take it, and hurriedly roll over, even your ancestors don't dare to pick it up.

Cornered?

In fact, he was already dying in the corner, and this was just that he didn't want to admit it, he really didn't want to, but he didn't want to think that there was no way.

Sleep is nothing compared to death.

"I call out to the great god with my life, may I kneel before you, follow you forever, I will be your slave until the last bone is sacrificed, and I ask the great you to protect the weak people" The strange words seemed to exhaust the strength of the demon dragon's whole body, just like the believers in front of the Buddha, and they could not kneel until they knelt.

Yizen's compassionate color did not change, and the blood-colored eyes in his heart narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "I see." ”

Can the dragon or the great god save him?

And as soon as his words fell, the originally quiet and peaceful world of the Buddha, when there was a bad wind, and the starting point of all this came from the person who sacrificed it, and the black wind ended in the bones, and the more it swirled, the stronger it became.

Finally, Yizen's compassion was mixed with a little heaviness, and the figure of the bones had been completely covered by the black whirlwind, and the strong wind blew the sky full of scriptures and Buddhas dripping upside down, and Yizen's monk's robe seemed to be about to rise from him, and the grinning sound seemed to be extremely painful.

Although the scriptures in the mouth of Yizen did not stop, in such an environment, Ruhe would still have his presence, whirring like a ghost crying to occupy the whole sky, and they were all worshipping the king who created them.

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