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But the passenger being carried is talking to the driver, which really makes this coolness greatly reduced.

Chu Yang, the passenger on the carry, said this:

"Old monk, you drive me slowly, I'm even more dizzy, I'm about to vomit......"

Here's what the driver of the car said:

"Okay, don't don't donkey me, dizziness is possible, vomiting is impossible, hasn't your body just been destroyed by the god of wine? How can you vomit without a body? ”

"Damn, it's a feeling, you know it?" Chu Yang emphasized in an accentuated tone.

"I said you're okay, I feel like you're not in a good state now, shouldn't you be planning to smash the magic pillar with your bare hands when you're drunk?" Sanchi Gyaltsen's tone was full of suspicion.

"It seems likely that this is the case, the hundred-armed giant has rushed back, you can carry it. After all, I can't beat a hundred hands with two fists. ”

"Are you drunk and confused, didn't that monster be cut off by you with a dozen hands? How do you count? Sanchi Gyaltsen questioned, "It's hard to beat a hundred hands with two fists, and it should be said that eighty-eight hands are good." ”

"Oh yes, I forgot." Chu Yang said, "Then it should be handed over to you, he has more than a dozen hands missing, you can't do it, he can't do it." ”

Sanchi Gyaltsen drove for two days and finally drove to the bare hillside where he came.

"I don't know if they can hold up for so long." Sanchi Gyaltsen said, "Hurry up." ”

"I can't hold it." Chu Yang said, "Don't underestimate them too much, Mo Wuming has brought a lot of treasures on his body, otherwise how can he be the Mo family's master." ”

"A trip to Tek shook the Mo family's background, and it was not a loss." Sanchi Gyaltsen sighed.

It turned out that Mo Zhai, the founder of the Mo family, had a blood memory, and a treasure that was brought to this world before his ancestors were knocked out of this world, a storage bag that contained space several times larger than the shape, and this bag was carried on Mo Nameless's back like a burden.

Idle and idle, got off the motorcycle, Sanji Gyaltsen directly recited the Great Day Nyorai Vajra mantra, and at the same time knotted the Great Day Nyorai Vajra handprint, the Nine Treasures Zen Staff is his natal magic weapon, at this time, with his mind moved, turned into a black gold light, and crashed towards the bare mountain.

A golden fire directly entered the Nine Treasures Zen Staff, and the Nine Treasures Zen Staff was blessed with golden fire, and it was even more golden and prosperous, and after hitting the mountain, it caused the mountain to shake for a while, and the mountain made a gurgling sound.

Chu Yang recited the nine-character mantra, the reason why this nine-character mantra is recorded in Taoist classics, but it can be combined with the tantric mudra to emit great power, is because this is the nine-character homonym of Kami.

The golden light on the Nine Treasures Zen Staff became stronger and stronger with the sound of the Nine Characters, and finally the mountain that was hit by the Nine Treasures Zen Staff cracked, and the boulders rolled down from the mountain, startling a dry of birds and beasts.

A huge and richly decorated pillar emerged from the peeling mountain, and Chu Yang injected golden fire into his magic weapon and smashed towards that pillar as well.

"Said to be drunken fist to smash the magic pillar with bare hands, you are playing a joke, donor." Sanji Gyaltsen glanced at Chu Yang and said.

"Okay, if you say you want to be freehanded, you must be freehanded!" Chu Yang hooked his hand, and the magic weapon spun back into his hand, and then the person jumped up and rushed directly towards the huge pillar.

This magic pillar is as high as a mountain, and Chu Yang's palm slamming towards the magic pillar looks a little ridiculous against the backdrop of this magic pillar, but in the process of his falling action from top to bottom, this magic pillar trembles as if it has been hit hard.

After landing on the ground, Chu Yang swung his fists and kicks at will at this magic pillar, and every blow was accompanied by a word of Kami.

Each of these sounds corresponds to a meaning.

"Shock", moving like a feather, the force from the inside, shocking this thing;

"Break", gather a little force, suddenly erupt, and break through obstacles;

"Split", divided and split, one crack is ten, ten cracks are hundred.

"Old monk, I'm tired, you see that I was poured two sips of wine before, and then accidentally got into your drag racing party's car, it feels really bad." Chu Yang snorted for a while and returned to Sanji Gyaltsen's side and said, "You can't just look at it? ”

"Didn't you let me carry a hundred-armed giant on my back? I'm recuperating. Sanchi Gyaltsen replied to him in a serious manner.

Chu Yang was speechless for a while, and felt that the wine god's stamina was constantly rising, so he simply lay down on the ground directly, and said: "I need to sleep, what are you doing to recuperate, you need to warm up now, otherwise you won't be able to enter the state when the fight starts, go, hurry up and play with your Zen staff." ”

After saying that, he really closed his eyes, and he didn't even make a sound.

Sanji Gyaltsen pushed Chu Yang, but the other party didn't react at all, and sighed:

"When you are old, you still have to drive wooden stakes, it is not easy to be a monk these days."

Then he lifted the Nine Treasures Zen staff, made a mudra, and recited the tantric mantra, and a huge virtual image with one face and eight arms appeared in the sky above Sanchi Gyaltsen, which is the statue of King Junduri, which means clumsy fire, which is in harmony with Sanji Gyaltsen's achievements in cultivating clumsy fire.

Although the statue of King Tuli Ming is a virtual image, when it moves against the pillar, the pillar is shaken!

"Despicable people! You know what you're doing! An angry roar rang out, and as the pillar crumbled, the hundred-armed giant finally dragged his massive body and rushed to the pillar.

Behind him, three mechanical birds followed, and the people who drove the birds were none other than the three Mo Nameless.

Mo Wuming, Mo Wufeng, and Mo Wurui didn't look very good, their bodies were covered in dust and blood, and Mo Wuming's face was pale, obviously suffering internal injuries.

Chu Yang stretched out and sat up under the roar of the hundred-armed giant.

Sanchi Gyaltsen was too lazy to talk nonsense with the hundred-armed giant, and made a seal in his hand, and the king turned around and slashed at the hundred-armed giant, and when the hundred-armed giant took the slash, he condensed the power of the clumsy fire in the body of the virtual statue of the king of Jundali Ming, and spit it out from the mouth of the virtual statue of the king of Jundali.

The hundred-armed giant was willing to show weakness, opened the mouth of one of the heads, and condensed a light of primordial spirit in his mouth, fighting against the power of the clumsy fire.

"What's wrong with just the three of you? How's it going? Chu Yang asked Mo namelessly.

Mo Wuming replied:

"The Apennines were killed and wounded, and I rushed to sacrifice a few mechanical weapons, relying on the mechanical weapons to buffer the attack of the hundred-armed giants, and then the Apennines quickly had a tacit understanding with me, and gradually mastered the rhythm through the cooperation of the military array and the mechanical weapons."

"Sounds good." Chu Yang nodded, "Why didn't Qi Sanheng and Zhao Yurong come with you?" ”

"Melia also participated in the battle, and the hundred-armed giant suddenly said in the middle that the magic circle had changed, and he turned around and left, we wanted to see what was going on with the magic pillar, so we chased after him." Speaking of this, Mo Wuming paused, "But there is one thing I don't understand. ”

"You say." Chu Yang looked at the battle between the hundred-armed giant and Sanchi Gyaltsen, although Sanji Gyaltsen was defeated, but it was still too early to be crippled and killed, so he asked Mo Wuming to ask.

"Actually, the predecessors of the Living Buddha should be able to deal with those Dionysian attendants alone, why do you want us to leave the camp of the Apennines?" As Mo Wuming said this, he thought of the hardships and tragic battles he had seen against the hundred-armed giants when he returned to the Apennine camp.