China's Hengdian Anti-Japanese Dafa, the ultimate mystery of the hand tearing devil......

Oh no, it's supposed to be a hand-tearing rakshasa demon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although I'm not worried that the old ghost won't be able to deal with this double-horned rakshasa with high hopes, but when I saw it being dragged by the old ghost and tore it suddenly, I was still a little shocked, and I never thought that the old ghost would make such a shocking move.

It was because I had fought with this rakshasa that I realized how tough it really was.

I don't know how powerful the old ghost used to be able to complete it.

If it is said that the hand-torn devil represents the people's artists and creators of anti-Japanese dramas against Japan that invaded China back then. Hate from the heart, then the old ghost represents his own anger towards the guy who encroached on the body of the yellow ghost.

If Huang Yanggui is really evil.

He was angry, so he showed the most violent side of Cappadocia, and even the two-horned rakshasa could not escape such a tragic situation after all.

This scene shocked not only me, but also countless people present.

The rain of blood falling from the sky showed a golden color, as if the yellow had been financialized.

Someone exclaimed, "Celestials? ”

Legend has it that the blood of the celestials is golden, just like the color of gold.

And under this golden rain, the old ghost did not stop for a moment, like a cannonball, rushed towards the yellow ghost.

Hi hi.

Seeing that the old ghost was about to bump into Huang Yang's ghost, when the scene just now was staged. But at the last moment, this woman once again used a surprising method.

She threw four flags at the ground.

These four flags are yellow, red, black and white, and after each flag falls on the ground, a "Yellow Turban Lux" wearing armor of the same color will suddenly appear.

They were carrying water and fire sticks, about a foot tall, and stopped in front of Huang Yanggui like a wall, and then waved the weapons in their hands and smashed them down at the old ghost.

This woman's methods are surprisingly many.

After the old ghost loaded the bloodline of Cappadocia, he was more than two meters tall, but in front of this tall divine soldier, he looked like a bean sprout.

However, he had no fear on his face, and rushed forward.

Rumble!

He collided with the first black-armored wrestler, and let out a huge roar of power, and the masonry under the feet of both sides quickly shattered in an instant.

It is a contest between strength and strength, and neither side is willing to compromise.

I saw the old ghost working hard there, so naturally he would not be idle.

The death of the double-horned rakshasa made the girl Cheng Cheng temporarily lose her mind, and I took this opportunity to rush up and rush towards her.

My side was violent, and after Cheng Cheng felt it, he subconsciously avoided it.

However, at this time, the flame was already on Cheng Cheng's back road.

It opened its jaws, and a burst of flame erupted.

Roar......

Under the baptism of surging flames, Cheng Cheng couldn't retreat, so he could only move forward and fight with me head-on.

The Sword of Wonder was back in her hand, smashing heavily with my Blood Knife.

The moment she struck, her body shook wildly.

And then, her face also showed a look of madness, staring at me, saying that you are a small human, do you really think you can kill me?

Tiny humans?

When I heard this, I couldn't help but sneer, and said What the hell are you?

Facing a little girl. I was rude, but these were not the same as the anger that Huang Yang brought to me.

I have the cause and qualification to be angry.

Cheng Cheng also has it.

She began to chant the incantation, and almost instantly, I felt the whole space above me. Filled with the echo of a thousand voices.

That strange incantation kept pouring into my mind, making me feel that the heavens and the earth were in a trance, and then Cheng Cheng in front of me began to split, one became two, two became four, four became eight, and eight became sixteen......

Nothing has changed, there are and there are only sixteen.

Sixteen journeys surrounded me, chanting strange incantations in their mouths, and then surrounded me from afar.

in the hands of each of them. All holding a sword.

Wonderful sound sword.

Sixteen flying swords, exuding the same real murderous aura, were directed at me from afar.

The incantation was endless, one after another, and a clear voice said coldly: "Zhuxian Sword Formation!" ”

Sixteen swords of wonder rose into the air, and then swirled in mid-air, changing various directions, pointing at me in the distance.

Faced with such a scene, I ran the South China Sea Demon Suppression Record, suppressed the fear in my heart, and smiled coldly: "Everything is false, give me a broken ......"

I roared angrily, opened my eyes suddenly, and looked at them with all my strength.

I rubbed it, and it was all true.

How is this possible?

Just when my eyes were full of flowers, the swords finally fell like a torrential rain.

Although I thought in my heart that these were all illusions and all falsehoods, I didn't dare to joke with my own life, and raised the blood knife in my hand, as well as the Yixian knife, to protect my body from being poked into a hole sieve by these sharp swords.

Jingle ......

There was a thud like a striking iron, and I felt a heavy pressure for a moment. As time went on, I felt like I was running out of myself.

If it weren't for the unpredictability of Wuxiangbu, I'm afraid that I would have turned into a corpse with countless holes.

The other party's methods are so weird, and some of them are endless, which makes me very surprised. Can only barely resist.

Sure enough, it is not ordinary people who can run to this place to spread wild.

Even if they have such a high-level internal response as awarding, it is not their reliance, and it can really make them rampant in the world. It's the horrific means of these people.

It's just that what is the place that can teach such a powerful child?

I fought hard, and after dozens of rounds, I was hit in the back and left leg. Although I tried my best to avoid it at the last moment, I still pulled out a bloody opening, which was hot and made me feel pain.

Seeing that I was about to be killed by this Immortal Sword Array, suddenly a thunderous Buddha cry suddenly erupted in mid-air: "Amitabha! ”

Yes?

Which master is here?

I was amazed. But he heard a magnificent Buddha voice coming from the sky, and then the sixteen flying swords were frozen in mid-air, and then sixteen became eight, and eight became four......

In the end, only a flying sword hung in the air. And the countless journeys around me eventually became one.

Someone sighed softly: "What a powerful little guy, he actually mastered the mystery of time, liberated himself from countless time dimensions, and became the overlapping combat power, and every blow is the most real self - this is a method that only the Mantian God Buddha in the high dimension knows, why do you know?" ”

Cheng Cheng looked stunned, looked around, and shouted, "Who are you?" ”

The voice seemed a little depressed, but it still answered him: "The forty-eighth abbot of the Hanging Temple." Yes. ”

Fear suddenly filled Cheng Cheng's white and pretty face, and she said in surprise: "You, aren't you trapped in the endless void of the Death Cave?" Why are you still able to come out? ”

The man said indifferently: "If I have been trapped there, lost in the turbulence of time and space, after I die, how will I face the ancestors and ancestors of the Hanging Temple?" ”

Cheng Cheng showed the fear of a child at this time, and turned around and fled without saying a word.

However, she had just rushed to the edge of the cliff when suddenly an old man in tattered monk's robes stopped in front of her.

Cheng Cheng grabbed the Miaoyin Sword and stabbed hard.

This time. She bloomed with the most terrifying power, and at the tip of the sword, there was a wisp of sword light swimming, stabbing forward.

The sword qi is rampant.

However, no matter how fierce the momentum is, in front of the gray-clothed monk, it is as light as a child's house, and the old monk's robe is rolled, and the Miaoyin Sword suddenly disappears; And in the next second, the old monk grabbed Cheng Cheng, took her with him, and flew towards us.

As he passed by me, he looked at me in amazement, and then at the flames beside him.

And yet again, onward.

At this moment, the flame was already showing fatigue, and when I saw that the general trend was gone, I put it away and stopped attracting attention.

This gray-clothed old monk is the abbot of the Hanging Temple?

Although I was not interested in this abbot of the Hanging Temple who indulged Fajiang and suppressed the old ministers and elders of the former dynasty, and even felt that he was the biggest obstacle to our actions, it is undeniable that he is really strong.

The entire Hanging Temple. He is the real master of the temple.

From his body, I can feel the demeanor of the top masters such as the Black Hand Twin Cities and the One-word Sword that look down on the world.

As for Huikong Zen Master, Master Huanghe and the like, I feel that there is a clear boundary with him.

That gap is very difficult to bridge.

I watched Cheng Cheng being grabbed by the neck by the abbot of Huineng and flew to the messy Daxiong Treasure Hall. Throwing her on the ground, the girl collapsed to the ground, unable to resist any longer, and then he appeared like a ghost in front of Fajiang.

At this time, Fajiang and Huikong Zen Master were fighting to the death, but when they saw the appearance of Huineng, their souls were suddenly scattered.

The abbot stretched out his finger, put a little on his forehead, and shouted angrily: "Criminal! ”

With one finger, Fa Jiang trembled, and all kinds of cultivation dissipated.

And at this time, I found that the whole scene was quiet, I didn't see the old ghost and the yellow ghost, the blind old man had already subdued another mouse, when everything returned to calm, the abbot sat cross-legged, folded his hands, and said sadly: "Ask the Buddha to have mercy on my thousand-year-old foundation of the Hanging Temple......"

Bang......

A few seconds later, a thunderclap sounded, and it rained heavily in the sky.

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