Nagarjuna's sixth sense, "Yima", suddenly gave rise to an ominous premonition, and in the "Du Gate" where the eight golden locks were tightly closed, there was a killing intent that made him shudder. He didn't even have time to burst out with the idea of bad vegetables, and the "Thunder Sound Floating Slaughter Bowl", a spiritual magic weapon, stepped forward at the critical moment, automatically protecting the master, and drumming open a layer of golden bell-shaped enchantment full of Sanskrit runes and surging essence light.

A golden blade of light "grew" out of his celestial spirit cover without warning.

"Buzz"!

With a roar that broke through the air, the Yuan Infant of the Earth Immortal was cleanly cut in half by the light blade.

Where the sword light fell, not only did sunflowers, rosemary, cosmos, and verbena swish out on the ground, but even the void broke a long crack visible to the naked eye. The sand on the seabed nearby was like encountering a king-size vacuum cleaner, roaring into the air, like a waterfall flowing backwards, filling in the rift of time and space one after another.

Immediately after, Nagarjuna's primordial infant suddenly appeared in the void a hundred paces away.

In the face of the sudden fatal blow, his mind failed to react, but the experience engraved in his bones still made him subconsciously use the earth escape technique to dodge.

The earth immortal's escape technique was so fast that it was almost gone, but it still left enough afterimage in place to fake the real illusion.

Cracked his mouth in a daze, Nagarjuna's Yuan Ying seemed to be about to say something, but before he could speak, the golden body and the golden bell shield enchantment covering the outside of the body all opened a brilliant sword mark from the midline part.

No matter how fast his earth escape is, after all, he is still as fast as he thinks of the secret sword momentum of the sword!

Half of it is old and withered, half of it is in its prime, and the stakes are planted on both sides. Because it was the body of the Yuan Infant, the corpses of the two were quickly weathered into pure aura, and in the messy wind, they returned to the embrace of the chaotic sea of bitterness.

"Wowhaha!Wowhaha!" Chang Kaishen, who was full of ecstasy, jumped out of the "Dumen" with a golden lightsaber, pondering and pondering, and didn't know how to express the excitement at the moment, so he simply slammed the gorilla on his chest, raised his arms and roared: "No matter how ever-changing you are, you can't resist my speed, ruthlessness, accuracy, and strength!"

With a melodious mournful sound like a bell, a grain of earwax-like thing suddenly rose up from the place where Yuan Ying's body was lying, and shot towards someone who was the villain's ambition.

"Go to Nima!" Zhuang Yuanlang was also unequivocal, and the secret sword momentum was activated again, and it was cut into the dust with a click.

The "Thunder Sound Floating Slaughter Bowl" is also looking for its own death, it was not on the attack line of the vajra just now, although the protective enchantment that bloomed was cracked by the hand, and it suffered a lot of feedback damage, but as long as it recuperated for a period of time, it can still recover automatically. But the bad thing is that it is a spiritual magic weapon, and the feelings for the old master make it an impulse and harm itself.

"I'm a good dear!" Zong Heng stepped out of the "Du Gate", and stared at the space-time rift that the lightsaber cut from the void without looking at the others, and his mouth was grinning like a crocodile only cleaning his teeth, "Traces of the sky! How can the vajra secret sword cut out a trace of the sky? Wu Culture in history has never had such a secret sword might......

"Wu Wenhua is not a monk, he can only use the internal force version of the secret sword to come out to swagger and deceive, the sprinkle family is different, but the family is the true yuan version of the vajra!" Zhuang Yuanlang shook his wrist, and pulled the golden lightsaber in his hand out of a colorful and gorgeous sword flower, followed by this unbelievable lightsaber fell apart, collapsed into a little firefly, and it was short-lived.

"The vajra secret sword is said to have no turning back arrows when opening the bow, and once it is used, it will never be finished if it is not emptied of internal force. Zong Heng saw that his face was a little pale, and asked with concern, "Your true yuan won't all be consumed, right?"

"Half! It's just such a big fart, and it takes half of my true yuan!" Chang Kaishen flipped his left hand, and Wuguangshi lay quietly in the center of his palm: "Fortunately, I have this thing, I can forcibly terminate it, otherwise it will ......"

Otherwise, the triple qi refining of "Mixed Yuan One Qigong" + the 30,000 turns of true yuan of "Multi-Heart Sutra" refining qi one heavy will not even be left.

"You were a little too impulsive just now. Zong Heng picked up the "Thunder Sound Floating Slaughter Bowl" that was cut in half from the ground, the top magic weapon is the top magic weapon in the end, even if it has been completely cut in half, there is still an obscure aura on the fragment, "The magic weapon in the ownerless state cannot cast spells, all it can do is to rampage like a wild bull, you have the strength to protect the body, it is not difficult to catch it...... It's good now, a Zhenshan magic weapon that should have been in your hands will be destroyed by you with one sword!"

"Niang Xipi!" Zhuang Yuanlang, who was a monk halfway, once again understood the academic gap between Tubalu and the regular army, but he was embarrassed to admit this, so he could only hold his face and slap the swollen fat man: "Cut it, cut it! If it weren't for the vajra secret sword that I had cracked, how could the "Lei Yin Futu Bowl" have a chance to be famous in the history of Xiuzhen. ”

"............" Zong Heng smiled wryly: "You are right, today will indeed be remembered by history - why don't you fill in a poem, Sidon Dashi Xian, if there is a good work at such a moment, it will undoubtedly be more legendary when it is handed down to future generations." ”

"This can be there. But you have to let me think about it......" Chang Kaishen searched for works that could be plagiarized, and only took three steps to have the answer: "Listen well—"Stay in the Maha Immeasurable Palace, I am the biggest king of the secret sword. Wandering on the streets of the world, I am the most beautiful lover in the world"—how does it feel?"

Zong Heng's face stiffened with anticipation for an instant, and he thought to himself, what the is this?

"Not bad! A rather chic poem, a new genre, simple vocabulary, straightforward lyricism, vulgar and elegant, but it is very self-contained and elegant. ”

The comment was made by the white-haired woman, who had ten pointed plain fingers and looked at it as if she were looking in a mirror.

Even if Nagarjuna's Yuan Ying was split in half by Chang Kaishen's vajra just now, it failed to attract her narcissistic gaze.

"How can the parasitic demon ginseng speak?" Chang Kaishen fainted: "...... Also, do you know how to appreciate poetry?"

"Childe said and laughed......" The white-haired girl finally took her eyes off her fingertips, and gave a dignified and dignified salute, with beautiful eyes and a clever smile: "My family has been cultivating and reading for generations, and my brother is also quite good at dragging text and ink on weekdays, and the slave family has also skimmed a few words under the influence of his ears and eyes." Just now I saw that I was happy to hunt for a while, but I lost my boudoir, and I hope that the son will be lenient and forgiving, don't be suspicious of snakes. ”

"If you have a brother, I will be your husband!" Zhuang Yuanlang rolled his eyes, who doesn't know that you are the god of Yellow Springs?

"Love, this is what you said!" The white-haired woman jumped up: "Of course the slave has a brother, so you will be my husband in the future!"

"It's quite fast to enter the play!" Zong Heng sneered: "You just took possession of this poor woman's memory by beating rabbits with grass, can't you really treat yourself as a human being?"

"Why is the little master so hostile to the slave family? Isn't he jealous?" The white-haired girl suddenly had long eyelashes, and she was pitiful: "People are not me, I am not human, people are me, I am also people, why can't I treat myself as a human being? You are so sure that you are yourself? How do you know that you are not playing someone else? Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going? Do you have the answer?"

Chang Kaishen couldn't help laughing when he saw that Baidu, who had always been well-informed and omniscient, was said to be dumb on the spot.

"Dare to entertain me!" Zong Heng couldn't hold his face, scolded and, and shot out a lychee-sized sword gall: "Die!"

The white-haired woman stretched out her jade hand like a traffic police stopper, and a yin flame shield in the shape of a red heart jumped out of the void in front of her, and sparks splashed to help her block the surprise attack of the secret sword.

The second-grade demon wood is nominally at the same level as the Zhuji monk, but Ye Luzi definitely can't be compared with the junior students, but compared with the half bottle of water that has not yet been opened up in the Qi Sea, the advantage is still quite obvious.

Zong Heng's internal strength sword gall could not shake the Yin Flame Shield at all.

"Do you want my help?"

"No!" Zong Heng categorically rejected the kindness of the senior brother, and the qi turned on, and the inside and outside of the body were suddenly synchronously transformed, only to hear a "boom" A burst of ignition, the original Jin Chengcheng infant fire that was steaming on the nine ring scars wrapped this guy into a human-shaped torch!

Ba Jin is worthy of being the best zero-loss fire source in the world!

Such a large-scale baby fire spread to the surrounding environment, and the air around it rose to the point where it was almost possible to boil eggs!

"Niu Boyi!" Chang Kaishen nodded again and again, even if Nagarjuna was resurrected, he would definitely not be able to make such a bold baby fire. Of course, it is also the synchronous mimicry of the Wood Shengang, so that there can be such a large volume of Bajin in the world to make the baby fire strong.

If the white-haired girl fights with such a flame warrior, what is the difference between it and a moth fighting the lamp? The infant fire is the pure yang true flame of the Yuan Infant Dharma King, rubbing a star next to each other, even rare metals like Taiyi Gold Essence will melt into a liquid state like butter in a hot pot, not to mention the wood demon who is naturally restrained by fire!

Therefore, the white-haired girl did not stupidly meet the sword fight with this flame warrior, she rose from the ground like a cannonball, and hung into the air with a smile and groaning.

Now it's muddy, Zong Heng hasn't even opened up the sea of qi yet, how can he catch up with the wood demon's tiptoeing by relying on the light body lifting technique alone.

"Do you want me to help?" Zhuang Yuanlang asked again, in the current situation, what else can Zong Heng do except look up at a forty-five degree angle, his secret sword can hit birds in the sky, but the attack power is very damn;

"No!" Zong Heng's answer was still categorical, his current Burning Man appearance was really explosive, and every word he said would burst out of his mouth with funnel-shaped golden sparks, like a miniature version of Hellfire.