"Smack"

He Cheng stepped out of the sticky green juice with one foot.

"Ah! Full! Declivity! Buddha! ”

The national teacher was angry, "We have already discussed, why did you go back on your word!" ”

"Oh, that's what you said!"

He Cheng stepped on the right foot of the black boot and crushed it hard, and the long centipede that had already been trampled on his leg was divided into four or five pieces.

"It's true," he scratched his head, it had only happened for a few days, as long as decades.

The national teacher kept glaring at He Cheng, trying to find a reason on He Cheng's face.

"Black Mountain Old Demon, do you think my monks are easy to bully?"

"Hey, I came to find the national teacher today and don't talk about anything else, I also want to find an errand in the court, mixed with an official and a half-job, we are in vain because it is inconvenient to act outside the system, and it is different if someone canonizes the king."

He Cheng collected his feet and rubbed a green shoe print on the ground.

"Yes, it seems that my children and grandchildren are the cause of the trouble, and they died unjustly"

The national teacher raised his eyelids slightly, and Mi Ren'er's big black eyes hidden under the dry eyelids looked at He Cheng.

The two of them suddenly moved forward, raising their feet and running forward.

He Cheng clenched his fists and rushed forward, and the national teacher's body shook back, spread out his palms and grabbed his fists, and the big cloth wrapped in a hammer. The national teacher also shot extremely quickly, his wide sleeves fluttered up with the wind, revealing his elbows like dead tree roots, and five fingers as thin as skeletons followed the palm of his hand to pinch upward, and when he grabbed He Cheng's fist with one hand, the other palm was already pressed on He Cheng's chest.

Bang bang bang!!

Smash three palms in a row. Flash Dance.

The national teacher's face stiffened, and he caught a glimpse of He Cheng grinning out of the corner of his eye, feeling bad in his heart and just wanted to retreat, but he found that the fist he was holding in his hand was lightly wrenched, and the back of his hand pressed the palm of the national teacher's hand upward, and he clamped the national teacher's wrist like a swallow.

He Cheng slid half a step forward with his left foot, lowered his body in a lunge, slapped his right hand on his chest and grabbed the palm of the national teacher who was about to escape, and slammed it forward. The national teacher was kicked by a fast horse that was rushing head-on, his chest was concave and his back bowed, and he instantly turned into a boiled red shrimp. Before the on-the-chase attack was broken, He Cheng grabbed the elbow of the national teacher tightly and slammed it upward, pinched his shoulder, and hit his right elbow diagonally.

Only then did his right foot follow, and his knee chased the wind into the stomach of the national teacher, pounding his stomach and intestines. The sound of a knee hitting the top was as loud as thunder, and a house behind the national teacher collapsed like a cow across the mountain!

Thundered!!

The bricks and walls fell like paste, the tiles fell to the ground, and there was a scream for a while, and some of the maids were shrunk in cages like chickens and ducks, and the sides were crawling with big centipedes.

The iron hand that grabbed the shoulders of the national teacher finally let go.

"Cough" The national teacher is actually fine, with his thousands of years of demon cultivation, not to mention being seriously injured, even if he is killed, this body is nothing.

It's just that he was pressed and beaten by a zombie, and he was unhappy.

Knowing that his strength was inferior, the national teacher condensed his qi and prepared to use his strong demonic qi to knock He Cheng away, and then use a spell to completely catch it, but who knew that a big hand climbed to the neck of the national teacher like a winding centipede, and the joints were as tight as iron and as heavy as a mountain. 35xs

The national teacher opened his eyes vaguely.

The sun above his head is like a golden disk, and his piercing eyes hurt.

But a palm smashed down from the gold plate, the fingers were as thick as iron bars, the skin was wrinkled like a tree, and the smell of blood from the five long pointed nails penetrated from the nose to the brain.

The zombie slapped it with one claw, and the head of the national teacher instantly turned into a ball of blood foam.

Syllable!!

The sound of the explosion was very clear.

The maids who were screaming in the cage also stopped, they were trapped in the demon's lair, and if this handsome man who suddenly arrived could solve the demon national teacher, their hard life would be over.

Boom, the ground shook.

Another rumbling sound followed by the sound of ground vibration, He Cheng also pressed the national teacher in the posture of going down the mountain to subdue the tiger, but a tail several zhang long suddenly provoked, and gently collided and scattered the entire national teacher's mansion.

This is a centipede tail, each leg is thicker than the waist of a peasant man, He Cheng was accidentally lifted up and flew into the sky.

The dust is flying, the corrugated is splashing everywhere, no one can see what is happening in the national teacher's mansion, if anyone can stand in the sky, they may be able to see a centipede spirit more than ten zhang long, rolling on the ground like a dragon.

He Cheng was thrown into the sky more than 20 zhang high before he stopped, his hands pressed the wind, his hands moved, and a pure gold battle armor was already draped on the black robe.

This armor is shining with golden light, carved with a ghost head, a dragon's mouth, and a tiger's tail. The one-horned ghost head on the left shoulder and the one-horned ghost head on the right shoulder attract attention, and the eyes are red light, like living creatures.

The fire-fighting cloak was put on, and the wind blew gently, blowing up the flames one foot long, just like the golden armor general wearing a cloak woven by flames.

The nine-tooth nail rake is pinched in the palm of his hand, and the appearance is definitely Marshal Peng descending to earth, Wuqu Xingjun descended to the world, and the third prince of Nezha is not less majestic, and more majestic than Erlang God Yang Jian!

The smoke and dust had cleared, and the figure of the big centipede had disappeared.

In the ruins of the broken wall, only the thin old monk folded his hands and recited Amitabha Buddha, "Black Mountain Old Demon, you dare to spread wild in this mansion, see that this seat has accepted your corpse demon today!" ”

The national teacher glared, and his momentum soared.

The two demons are both dressed in the name of slaying demons and eliminating demons, and they are vying for fame and fortune from each other under the banner of saving the common people.

There is really the light of the Buddha, sprinkling golden light from the sky, the earth surging golden lotus, and the sound of Buddha entering the ears.

He Cheng's headache with a loud voice is the same as the effect of the Happy Buddha chanting.

"You've really stepped on the path of Buddhism!"

He Chengyi shook his hand and raked his heart, bringing a whistle-like wind.

The sound of the wind cut off the Buddha seal, and he broke free from this headache.

"Corpse demon, follow me to Elysium for 10,000 years of retreat, and dispel the evil anger in your heart."

When the Buddha's light stops, there is a golden Buddha with a height of 145 zhang in the same place, and the nine-leaf golden lotus under the seat pinchs the fearless seal.

This mudra represents the Buddha's great wish for the relief of sentient beings, and is said to bring peace of mind and fearlessness to sentient beings.

"Buddha? Hmph, what Lao Tzu killed was the Buddha! ”

He Cheng twisted his body and killed the Golden Buddha, but he heard the Golden Buddha recite the sentence "Amitabha Buddha", raised his hand and patted it gently, He Cheng was pressed to the ground with a palm, and it was difficult to move.

"Corpse demon, you'd better descend."

Caishikou,

Crowds of people gathered around the platform, stretching out their hands and pointing at the kneeling people.

I saw a man kneeling in front of the executioner holding the sword, wrapped in a white robe, with a piece of paper folded into the shape of a sword around his neck.

There is a straw stick in this paper, and the word "chop" is written on the outside.

On the reverse side is written "Fu Tianqiu, born on February 14 of the year of Wuxu".

As soon as noon arrived, he opened the knife and beheaded.

"Master Fu is a loyal minister, how can he kill him?"

"Now that the emperor is mediocre and listens to the words of the evil monk, the whole country is now an evil monk, and a loyal minister like Master Fu who dares to admonish is like a thorn in the flesh."

"Alas, now the King of Jiushan is in turmoil, there are uprisings in various places, and we are worried every day in the capital, and there will be no loyal ministers like Master Fu in the future!"

People discussed fiercely, but they could only come to see Fu Tianqiu go the last way with tears.

"I don't know if I can catch up" Fu Tianqiu looked up at the direction of the National Teacher's Mansion that was close at hand, and was apprehensive.

Boom, the ground shook under their feet, like a dragon turning over, and many people were unsteady and fell to the ground.

Although Fu Tianqiu was also fallen, he was overjoyed in his heart, and he knew that everything had finally begun.

The prisoner, who was napping, was suddenly woken up, fell from his chair, and squatted on his ass.

"Hello, tell your lord! Someone is making a big fuss about the National Teacher's Mansion."

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