"If you want to identify my Buddhist treasure, the demon pestle, is it a burning stick in your house? Okay, little monk, I'll give it to you now, but what are you running? ”。 Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Emperor of Buddhism's eyes erupted with fire, and his tone was solemn, with an expressionless face.

But the monks all knew that he was already angry to the extreme, and there would be no room for terror to ease, and Wang Feng must have become a white bone and a dead man in his eyes.

The son of Buddhism, who joined the practice of Buddhism since childhood, is dedicated to the Buddha, has a high level of understanding, and has a deep wisdom root.

Playing small to show his brilliance, he was favored by the master, included in the door, and was named the contemporary Buddha by the Shaolin Temple, indicating that he could become a Buddha and an immortal in the future, ascend to the upper realm, and become a golden-bodied Arhat.

When he was seven years old, he was deeply hidden by the Shaolin Temple, protected it, and left the future for the right time in the future, becoming a peerless celebrity, not allowing it to walk in the outside world, no news, and never known to the outside world, and today's great changes, the monks can soar upwards and impact the innate realm.

The path of cultivation became broader, and the Buddha was born, became famous all over the world, unfolded the eventful years, and strengthened the prestige of Shaolin.

The Buddha's cultivation is profound, his martial arts talent is superb, his fame moves the rivers and lakes, and at a young age, he can already confront the innate powerhouse.

Entering this realm, with his own combat power, he commanded all the way, killed the kings, stepped on dozens of terrible kings, and achieved the prestige of the emperor, whether it was luck or luck, but he was really terrifying, but it was an indisputable fact.

The luck of the Nine Heavens of the King, even compared to the real immortals, is probably not much inferior.

"Boom".

The emperor of Buddhism, as soon as his body moved, nine golden dragons flew out from it, rushing straight into the sky, and the Buddha's light shrouded, setting off the Buddha, just like the golden-bodied Arhat.

A wide avenue instantly unfolded in front of him, stretching into the distance.

Buddha flowers bloom everywhere, and Buddhism is sage.

The terrifying aura enveloped the kings, and countless monks were horrified, is this the cultivation of the emperor of Buddhism? In his hands, I'm afraid I can't even resist a move.

"Is this the magic power of Buddhism, shrinking the ground into inches?"

A powerful monk muttered, I can't believe that the emperor of Buddhism can have such a powerful cultivation at a young age.

The emperor of Buddhism, it is not without reason that he can achieve the top king all the way.

"Those nine golden dragons, what kind of Buddhism is it, it's too terrifying."

The monks stared at the Emperor of Buddhism, and Wang Feng had already run away into the distance at this time and disappeared.

"Boom".

The Emperor of Buddhism held his hands, and the huge Buddha power rose to the sky, turning into a rainbow light, enveloping the demon pestle.

With a loud bang, the Demon Slaying Pestle shattered the void and waved it for nine days, exuding all its power, and a large area of space shattered under its power.

The emperor of Buddhism is like incarnating the patriarch of Bodhidharma, coming in person, his eyes are wide, he wants to kill the demon and eliminate the demon, his steps are slight, and he disappears in an instant, and the speed is extremely fast.

It wasn't until he left for a long time that the space there slowly recovered, and there was still the taste of Buddha's light, which made people unable to let go for a long time, a powerful Buddha, rushing to kill, I really don't know if it was Wang Feng's honor or misfortune.

At this time, the emperor of Buddhism left, and the emperor of Kunlun also retreated to the side, without obstacles, the battle between the kings began again, holding a butcher's knife, and the cruel battle for the emperor was staged again, and the blood and bones were tragic.

The attention of many monks was once again focused on the battlefield, but among the corpses that no one noticed, there was a quiet imperial qi formed, which slowly became thicker, and finally hit the nine heavens, shocking the kings, and a large number of monks were enveloped by this huge imperial qi.

The king of the fight was also separated, not in the battle, his eyes were strafing, looking for who it was, which attracted the celestial phenomena.

"The ninth emperor, who is going to appear? God unknowingly achieved the position of emperor."

"Isn't it the kings present, the top kings of other places?"

The monks were horrified.

The Kunlun Emperor seemed to be very angry, stepped out, crossed the void, carried the Kunlun Mirror through the space, and hit the Emperor Qi condensed by the Nine Heavens, wanting to prevent this person from becoming the emperor.

Like a fairy, the immortal power of the great shore boiled, turned into a vast ocean, and crashed into a terrifying celestial phenomenon, and only a terrifying monk like the Kunlun Emperor, a top powerhouse all the way, had this courage.

The Ninth King City, at this time, broke out with four supreme momentum, four big hands, covering the sky and covering the sun, and attacking the emperor qi of the nine heavens at the same time, this scene shocked the kings, the monks couldn't help but tremble, the four emperors were still dormant in the Ninth King City, it was really terrifying.

The monks couldn't understand why the birth of the ninth emperor attracted so much attention and obstruction from the emperor.

In other words, the Sixth King City, a streamer of light came, attracting the attention of countless monks, and they couldn't see it in the blink of an eye, not knowing what was going on, and the news of the Eighth King City had obviously not been spread here.

At this time, Wang Feng was still using the Vajra Unbreakable Divine Skill, and his speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of miles passed.

The body is sanctified, and the martial arts are supernatural, and this kind of body refining martial arts is naturally far from being extraordinary, not to mention that this is a terrifying mastery in the era of the ancestors, and it was once famous outside the territory, and I don't know how many powerful exotic creatures have fallen under this martial arts.

"Boom".

The demon pestle shattered the void, and the power of the powerful immortal weapon shrouded it, blocking Wang Feng's way to escape.

The Emperor of Buddhism, following closely behind, stepped on the avenue, his face was cold, expressionless, punched at him, bombarded Wang Feng, leaned down to attack, and the demon pestle was waved in his hand.

Wang Feng completely angered him, making him want to beat him into a rain of blood at this time, no one had ever made him hate him so much.

"Roar".

Wang Feng let out a long roar, and greeted the fist of the Emperor of Buddhism with a punch.

The two fists collided, the space was completely distorted, and powerful fluctuations swept out, Wang Feng's body was directly shaken away, his palms were broken, his bones and arms were sore, and he was so powerful that he was not an opponent at all.

"But then, I thought you had some capital to be proud of? It's just vulnerable."

The Emperor of Buddhism sneered, laughing as much as he could, and Wang Feng, who was regressing, saw him step on it, the avenue collapsed, and the space turned into light and rain, scattered into the distance.

The emperor of Buddhism is like a fairy Buddha, holy and powerful, between raising his hand, it seems that thousands of Buddha realms have collapsed, extremely terrifying and terrifying, a huge Buddha's foot, stepping on, is bound to crush Wang Feng.

"Retreat".

Wang Feng's sense of crisis surged into his heart, and the road to the royal city behind him had been blocked, and he could only flee deep in the mountains.

The current Emperor of Buddhism, as if he has become one with the Demon Pestle, the innate spirit treasure level Demon Pestle, since ancient times, has been known as the first combat power, and the Emperor of Buddhism is extremely talented, martial arts are unfathomable, coupled with the bonus of the Demon Pestle, the attack power is naturally invincible.

Of course, Wang Feng also knew that as the king of the Seven Heavens, he would not be his opponent, and he should use the killing sword to fight against it, but he didn't want to, he wanted to try where his forehead limit was, and see if he could escape in front of the emperor.

The emperor's coercion was terrifying, far surpassing the Eightfold Heavenly King.

At this time, Wang Feng only felt a shock all over his body, and an aura was born, and he successfully broke through to the realm of the Eightfold Heavenly King.

The luck was even longer, and his body fled in embarrassment, but the emperor of Buddhism shot angrily, without mercy, and with monstrous hatred, how could he easily escape by virtue of the cultivation of the king of the Eight Heavens.

"Dead".

The emperor of Buddhism exuded monstrous power, bombarded down, and arrived in front of Wang Feng in the blink of an eye, holding a demon pestle, and ruthlessly killed it.

Wang Feng was unusually embarrassed, hastily dodged, the right half of his body, still under attack, blood sprayed all over his body, exposing Sen Ran's white bones, his body was like a cannonball, he was seriously injured, and flew out upside down, shattering a small hill, and the dust was flying.

The Emperor of Buddhism stood indifferently, as powerful as an immortal Buddha, even if Wang Feng became the king of the Eight Heavens, he was still under his hands, vulnerable to attack, this was the gap.

"Dead".

The emperor of Buddhism smiled, without a trace of compassion, his hands were not covered with the blood of many kings, he was not the kind of monk who was compassionate at all, between raising his hands, taking people's lives, the road he walked was also full of corpses, and there were rivers of blood and bones.

"Boom".

The demon pestle turned into a huge amount of dozens of zhang, accompanied by terrifying power, shattering the nine clouds and sky, bombarding down, the space was distorted, and the huge aura enveloped the hill where Wang Feng fell, and under one blow, it would inevitably disappear.

At this time, the world has changed dramatically, the rules are distorted, and the sky has become more eerie, as if blood is about to drip down.

The cold wind gusted, the ghosts wailed, and the hazy rain of blood sprinkled down, making the monks' hearts even more dull, and they didn't know what was going on.

A voice that had existed for an unknown number of years, hoarse and abnormal, as if it had traveled through the eternal years, resounded through the souls of the monks.

"Asgard is wide open, and the emperor's battlefield is opened".

Did the monks suspect that this was the voice of the Ethereal Immortal King?

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