In front of the Golden Luang Palace.

Between the palace walls filled with smoke and dust, the monk with a thin and slender body, a half-piece of Buddhist robe tied around his waist, folded his hands, and there was a trace of evil energy that could not be hidden between his eyebrows and eyes.

In front of him, in the ruins that had collapsed into ruins, a blood-mottled figure like rags collapsed in the rubble, and it was already more out than it was in.

Previously, he used the Heavenly Dragon Breathing Technique to hide his body in the poisonous mist, and when the old eunuch was concerned and disturbed, Pudu Cihang used a thunderbolt to destroy the opponent's body.

In the other world, the body is a raft and the soul is an oar, and if you want to fight for the other side and seek transcendence, both are indispensable.

The law of heaven and earth is the product of the sublimation of the essence and spirit of the cultivator.

The physical body is damaged, and the Dao heart is unstable, it will be directly reflected in the Fa Phase.

The dispute between the law and the law, the mountains and rivers are broken at every turn, the wind and clouds are turbulent, and the control of any detail will have an irreversible impact on the overall situation, not to mention that the centipede essence directly hit the old eunuch's body.

When even taking advantage of the unstable breath of the other party, he urged his true body to crush his law with all his might.

The Dharma phase is the sublimation of the three flavors of essence, energy, and spirit, and is subject to the shackles of the physical body.

But on the other hand, the damage suffered by the Dharma Appearance will also be fed back to the deity in disguise.

Now Mo Wenwen is not only seriously injured, but his soul is also like a thunderbolt due to the damage of the Fa Phase, and he is injured on top of injured.

The cultivation is gone, the silver-white hair is stuck to the forehead with blood, and even the breath is as thin as a gossamer, and it looks like his life is imminent.

However, Rao is like this, and Pudu Cihang still has no intention of letting down his vigilance and approaching.

"Amitabha, meeting is a fate, just let the poor monk send the donor another ride. ”

The golden-bodied Buddha behind him reappeared, his lips lightly opened, and his actions overlapped with Pudu's original respect.

"Nam no Amitabha ......"

The sound of the life-seeking Sanskrit sounded, and it sounded like a magic sound in Mo Wendao's ears, constantly annihilating his mind.

Knowing that his attempt to pretend to be dead and sacrifice his life was discovered, and he gave up the possibility of escaping, Mo Wenwen's broken body suddenly flew out of the rocks, carrying a cloud of dust, fascinating the centipede's vision for a while.

Shen Nian was always involved in the old eunuch's every move, and he was not surprised by Mo Wendao's life-and-death fight, and the Sanskrit sound in Pudu Cihang's mouth was still there.

The good is like water, and the water is good for all things.

However, at this moment, Mo Wendao's palm was unsettling on the surface, but secretly it was hiding the turbulent waves, with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, and it was coming in an instant.

The three tides stack the sea, take the softness of the water, turn into the waves of the continuous bank, the heavy rocks are stacked, and its momentum is just yang.

With the will to die, the old eunuch actually comprehended this pass at the last moment, and glimpsed a bit of the mystery of combining rigidity and softness from the feminine.

In the face of Mo Wendao's seemingly ordinary slap, Pudu Cihang looked like he was facing a great enemy.

Now that he has the chance to win, how can he be willing to take over the desperate fight of the law minister's great power to break the kettle and give up hope of survival.

The thought flashed in the sea of knowledge, and the golden-bodied Buddha on the top made a sudden movement, like a slap the size of a millstone.

"Boom-"

Layers of wind and waves swept the Buddha light in the sky, and swung straight towards the direction of Mo Wendao's travel.

In the palm of his hand, all kinds of Buddhist principles appeared, turning into a thousand barriers, blocking the way of the old eunuch.

As soon as the two came into contact, spiritual light bloomed in front of Mo Wendao, and the azure mana seemed to stretch on the embankment built by the Buddha power of Pudu Cihang.

In a few moments, the first layer of the barrier seemed to melt like ice and snow, and the surging waves quickly filled the empty space, and then squeezed in layer by layer, getting closer and closer to the position of the centipede spirit.

Three meters, two meters, one meter......

The monstrous waves of mana transformation were menacing, and they finally reached a distance of less than a finger from Pudu Cihang.

However, it is this finger that has become a moat after all.

A thin index finger was raised, and it touched Mo Wenwen's palm softly like a lover.

Like a dream bubble, in the next second, in the old eunuch's not without regret, the thin figure started from his fingertips and gradually turned into ashes.

"Old slave...... Shame on the trust of the first emperor......"

The dream-like words, along with the shattered body, eventually dissipated together between heaven and earth.

"Amitabha, if the donor is not plotted, this palm can hurt this seat. ”

Witnessing the sitting of a real person with a law appearance, silently reciting a Buddha name in a nondescript manner, Pudu Cihang's face did not show the slightest joy.

Even if you cultivate to the monstrous power of the Fa, there will be a day when you will die.

Now that I have come to the end of my cultivation path, if I can't transcend the shackles of this heaven and earth in a limited time, why wouldn't I be tomorrow's self?

Thinking like this, it strengthened his intention to seek transcendence and ascension.

"Found you. ”

The emotionless gaze was cast into the distance, which was the place where the gods could reach, and the direction in which the Zhengde Tianzi and his party were fleeing.

"For the sake of the detachment of this seat, the son of heaven of the mortal dynasty can only say sorry to you. ”

He can clearly feel that the backlash of the dynasty's luck on his body is becoming more and more serious, if it is not for the fact that there are still ancestral arches built in various places in the past that are barely maintained, I am afraid that the two of them will fight before, and the winner is still uncertain.

There is no way back for me!

Directly changed back to its original form, Pudu Cihang's four toes and claws waved, and a large cloud and mist between the beards lifted its figure, and it quickly rushed towards the direction of Zhengde Tianzi's escape.

The clouds are from the dragon, and the wind is from the tiger.

The real dragon is a good hand at driving the clouds and fog, and the centipede refinement dragon is about to turn into a dragon, but he has already grasped several true dragons' magical powers and controlled the floating clouds, but in an instant, he has already chased in front of the Zhengde Son of Heaven.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Seeing that the monster that covered the sky and the sun peeked out from the clouds, he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, and the general of the Imperial Forest Army, who was guarding behind the Emperor of Zhengde, had not even heard the order, and had already shouted in horror.

The Demon Breaking Arrow, soaked in the blood of the runic black dog, ignited a rain of fire in the sky, like a cloud of fire, floating towards Pudu Cihang.

In the eyes of the people's hope, the magnificent figure just shook his head and exhaled, and when it landed, it was like the middle of winter, and the cold even in mid-air, turning the rain of arrows in the sky into powder.

No way!

From hope to despair, everyone's face was full of despair and despair.

"Amitabha, this seat only takes the life of His Majesty, why should innocent people die?"

Tired of the fearless counterattack of the ants, Pudu Cihang's voice was like thunder, and he said murderous words in his mouth.

However, it is surprising that although there are soldiers in the Imperial Guards who are trembling and watching from side to side, no one is the first to set that precedent.

"Foolish loyalty. ”

The centipede's whiskers and tails, full of indifference and impatience, swayed like a mountain pressing straight towards the ground, and the heavy power with a terrible whistling sound cut blood marks on everyone's bodies.

Just before it was about to collide, a crimson meteor suddenly crossed the sky, stabbing straight at Pudu Cihang's eyebrows as fast as lightning, and there were rolling fireworks behind him.

Finally, in the desperate place of thousands of waits, reinforcements-

It's here!

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