"Oops, boss, what are you doing, you don't have any strength to fight, flirt with your legs, kick him ****, kick!"

At this time, the Monkey King Xiaobai, who had nothing to do, put the iron rod in his hand aside, full of excitement, and pointed at Mo Lingquan.

Looking at the two people fighting in the field, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to go up and take two moves in person.

Meng Yanran's three beautiful faces on the side were flushed, this monkey was really not right.

"Master Mo, I'll meet you. ”

This situation made Disillusionment a little unbearable, and a little under his feet, his figure rose into the air, and the purple gold Bodhi Zen staff in his hand was facing Mo Lingquan as a hood.

In any case, now that they are on the same front as Confucianism, how can they stand idly by.

"Phew, disillusioned little bald donkey, let me come and play a few tricks with you!"

Xiao Bai, the Monkey King who was itching to see it, shouted directly, grabbed Fang Tian's halberd, and rushed forward, taking the powerful move of disillusionment, for it, this is really a dozing pillow.

"Zheng..."

The purple gold Bodhi Zen staff and the iron rod struck each other, making a deafening sound of gold and iron resonating for a long time.

Disillusionment returned in vain, and when he retreated, he looked at the Monkey King Xiaobai, who was squeezing his eyebrows proudly with an iron rod.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

Disillusionment brandished the purple gold Bodhi Zen staff, and a set of "Great Compassion Fu Wand" was danced by him vigorously, one move after another, endlessly. One style after another, the power is getting stronger and stronger, making people feel irresistible.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

The two sides have come and gone, the tip of the needle is against Maimang, and in the blink of an eye, nearly 100 moves have been exchanged. Disillusionment was struck by the Monkey King Xiaobai's shock, and he took a few steps back before he stabilized his retreating figure.

The iron rod in the hand of the Monkey King Xiaobai was aimed at disillusionment, looking at him with a smug face, and he did not take advantage of the situation to pursue.

"Nie Yun, don't you still want to sit on the wall and reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

Disillusionment calmed down the boiling qi and blood, and looked at Daolu Nie Yun.

As soon as these words came out, Deng Shi forced Nie Yun, who was already hesitant, into a dilemma.

"Disillusioned, at this time, I suspect that you deliberately diverted the tiger from the mountain to kill the emperor..."

Mo Lingquan's Yimu sword qi forced Yun Mengfei's breath to be slightly chaotic, and he retreated again and again.

"How can you say that Emperor Killing Heaven is also the biggest threat to the top of your dragon list. ”

He paused deliberately, the meaning of which was unclear.

"Fart... The surname is Mo, don't want to spew blood, the monks don't speak, I am disillusioned as a Buddha, how can I do such a bad thing. ”

Disillusionment's face changed, and he immediately retorted. He didn't want to lose an ally for nothing, but an enemy.

In the attic not far away, Emperor Jitian, who had been paying attention to his actions with heaven and earth, shook his hand and spilled a little tea.

When he reaches this realm, his every move is secretly in line with the world, how can he not even hold a teacup. It can be seen that the development of all this is beyond his expectations.

The perception of the moon wheel has been paying attention to Mo Lingquan, who has been paying attention to this, a sense of crisis inexplicably rose in his heart, Emperor Killing Heaven took the initiative to expose the heaven and earth audio-visual technique, but he never exposed his power of moon wheel perception.

In that case, what is the reason for the Emperor's abnormal behavior of killing the heavens? or...

Mo Lingquan suddenly remembered that among the news that Emperor Jitian deliberately exposed to him, Yue Qingdai was his furnace, and no one was allowed to cross it.

But at this time, through the perception of the moon ring, the other party did not show the intention of eagerly arresting himself and others, which... It's all really intriguing.

If he didn't have the subtle perception of the moon wheel, and didn't know that the Emperor Killing Heaven was quietly watching here in the dark, he would definitely think that the other party was afraid of the strength he showed in the Longquan Palace, so...

Not to mention that a thousand thoughts flashed through Mo Lingquan's mind, Nie Yun hesitated for a moment and finally stood in place without moving, which made Disillusionment's face gloomy.

"Disillusioned little bald donkey!

The Monkey King Xiaobai put himself in a self-proclaimed domineering starting gesture for a long time, but no one applauded. Dengshi was not happy. Vent this anger on the disillusionment on the other side, holding a Zen cane with a depressed face, and thinking about whether to leave or stay.

"You monkey, I'm really afraid that you won't succeed!"

Disillusionment is let go at this moment, this is a peerless city, the hinterland of the imperial court, and he and the others have been asked by the prince Yuezixuan to help assist in the arrest of the rebellious party, but they are afraid that the other party will not succeed.

"Amitabha..."

Disillusionment thrust the purple gold Bodhi Zen staff in his hand into the ground, and the Zen staff snorted into the bluestone ground, and the Buddha light on his body rose.

"Bodhi Immortal Vajra Body!"

At the end of the season, Weiyang exclaimed, and looked at the disillusionment with a solemn face and a solemn face

"Cut... It's this turtle shell again, and every time I can't beat it, I will transport the turtle shell and make a shrunken turtle. ”

The Monkey King Xiaobai pursed his lips and looked at Disillusionment with disdain, his body was filled with blood-colored light, and above the iron rod in his hand, the crimson qi was swallowed.

"Anitabha... Splash monkey, you have entered the demonic barrier, and you have not taken refuge in my Buddha, and you have turned back. ”

Disillusioned, his hands folded, chanting the Buddha's name, a solemn and compassionate appearance.

"Take refuge in your ancestors..."

It's okay not to say disillusionment, but as soon as he said that the monkey king Xiaobai suddenly burned and became angry. The iron rod in his hand was like a lightning bolt in a rainy night, cutting through the sky and heading straight for the sky.

In the Tongjian Spirit Monkey family, there is such a legend that once the Tongjian Spirit Monkey family produced a powerful ancestor, and the scenery was incomparable for a while.

However, he was deceived by a great Buddhist man to return to Lingshan and became the apologetic monkey, which caused the decline of the Tongjian Spirit Monkey clan.

Therefore, the Monkey Clan is very hostile to Buddhism. Not to mention taking refuge in my Buddha, this is obviously the reverse scale of the Tongjian Spirit Monkey clan.

Disillusionment does not shy away, lunges forward, and slowly pushes forward with a punch. The fist is silent and slow, but it makes people feel a burst of depression, giving people a feeling that they can't escape and that they will conquer the world with one punch.

"Zheng!"

The iron rod and the fist of disillusionment intersected, and it was a sound of gold and iron.

The humming sound was deafening and could not be subsided for a long time.

"Tread, tread, stride!"

Monkey King Xiaobai held an iron rod in his hand, and was repelled by the punch of disillusionment for three steps before he stood firm, and disillusionment was only a slight shaking of his body, and he soon stood firm, and he was judged by force, and Monkey King Xiaobai suffered a small loss under this blow.

"Okay! Grandma's pleasure!"

Monkey King Xiaobai didn't care about this, in his opinion, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and he and Xingtian were not defeated repeatedly, and they were defeated again and again. All it wants is someone to fight it.

The Monkey King Xiaobai strode out, and when he got closer, the iron rod in his hand tightened, his body spun, and he rose into the air, and with the impact of his waist and forward, the iron rod smashed towards disillusionment.

In the face of this indomitable stick, Disillusionment frowned, so the trick was repeated, not dodging or dodging, inhaling, lifting the waist, concentrating, and punching in one go.

(End of chapter)