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"Fuck your sister!"

Yong Bowen was furious, and he was already a little anxious in his heart, but this dead monk came to add fuel to the fire, took a look, and saw that the sword of the third master uncle was in Ai Liyun's hand, his heart moved inexplicably, and he seemed to praise a "good sword" in his mind, raised his hand to grab it, raised his sword to the sky, and made a sword move that he had never seen before. Pinshu.com

The huge sword light seemed to open the sky and split the earth, rising from the ground, and the momentum was awe-inspiring.

The heavens are cut, the mountains are cut, and the earth is opened!

Unparalleled grandeur.

The move is Ning Buqi's move, the first master of Taoism in the past, the heavenly immortals fell, but he is still in the great power.

The sword is the sword of the ancestor of the third master, and now it is a genuine immortal of the Great Road, although people are not in this realm, the sword is especially powerful.

The sword light cracked.

There was a thunderclap, and the sky shook loudly.

The naked monk was split in half by the sword light on the spot, as if a super-large bomb had exploded, sonic waves for thousands of miles, and clouds of smoke rose.

A dazzling glow suddenly erupted in the sky above the huge spaceship, rapidly converging and pouring downward.

Below that is a five-story pagoda, the whole body is shining, and it is hung with thousands of magic weapons.

The brilliance was rapidly absorbed by the spire like a cloud of steam being absorbed.

Thousands of magic weapons vibrated at the same time, and thick blood flowed out of each layer of tower eyes.

On the deck below the pagoda, a circle of monks chanting sutras sits in a circle.

Together, the monks snorted at the same time, and the seven orifices bled out, and a white light erupted from the back of the head, pouring into the Spirit Pagoda.

As the white light shè came out, the monks quickly shaved down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, their skin and bones turned into dried corpses.

The pagoda swayed lightly, letting out a moaning whisper.

The naked monk walked out of the tower gate covered in blood, shaking and falling.

With each step forward, there was less blood on his body, turning into Sanskrit characters and condensing under his skin.

When he completely walked out of the spirit tower, all the blood on his body disappeared, but the whole person was smaller than the others, and it was almost transparent.

A yellow-robed monk next to him rushed forward and put on a plain white monk's robe for the naked monk.

"This is not Yong Bowen's means!"

The naked monk's expression was extremely cold.

In order to deal with Yong Bowen and rob Ali Yun back, after several failures, Shi Lun Robbery resisted his impulse and did a lot of research on Yong Bowen and Ali Yun, and the magic level and habits of the two can be said to be investigated clearly, and there are some small details that both of them may not have noticed.

After making all the preparations, he will make a brazen attack in Vilnius.

It's just that thousands of calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations, they never thought that there was actually a quasi-immortal hidden behind the curtain to intervene at a critical moment, and with one blow, the naked monk's original Dharma body was damaged, and he could only resurrect by turning the spirit tower, and his strength dropped significantly, and the third master uncle even left his sword to Ai Liyun, and the residual power on the sword shattered the canopy shrouded in this dark world with just one blow, so that the army of demons that were gathered in this dark world was hit hard!

Hearing the naked monk's tone, all the monks bowed their heads silently, not daring to answer.

The sky-splitting blow that suddenly came out of Yong Bowen just now destroyed the naked monk's second transformation dharma body, although he transformed and turned into a robbery again, but the mana power dropped by three layers, so far it was less than half of the heyday.

The destruction of the Dharma Body, the loss of power, these are not the key, since he has made a great determination to destroy the world, being injured in battle or something, it is expected, but these two times he didn't show half of his ability, and he was directly caught off guard, so he was destroyed and fell off the rank, which made the naked monk who thought of himself very high how could he bear it.

That sword is clearly not a magic power in the world!

Obviously, there are other realms of great power who are aware of the Kalachakra Buddha's arrangement here, and they want to sabotage the Kalachakra Buddha's plan.

The Kalachakra Holy Buddha rose in the three thousand realms of the ten directions, destroyed all the false Buddhas to unify the realm, and then set foot in the realms for the sake of the great virtue, invaded like fire, destroyed countless realms, and built a supreme Buddha kingdom of paradise, but was blocked by the alliance of the worlds headed by the immortal realm, and for thousands of years without an inch, the battle was stalemate. In order to break the deadlock, the Kalachakra Holy Buddha cast great power on the human world, laying out for thousands of years, intending to open up the passage of the human world, outflanking the alliance of the realms from behind, forming a two-sided attack.

The green dragon golden fetus is the key to opening the passage, and the naked monk has the great task of destroying the world and waiting for the Kalachakra Holy Buddha to divide the Dharma body to come, and has been secretly laid out in the world for hundreds of years, and has prepared the army of demons of all races that have been gathered for many years in the gap between this human world and the worlds.

However, Yong Bowen's sword made the naked monk feel great, if there is a powerful intervention from other realms, it will be difficult to destroy the world in the future, so snatching the green dragon golden fetus, opening the spiritual pagoda channel, and ensuring that the Kalachakra Holy Buddha can descend will determine the success or failure of the world-destroying plan!

Only by relying on the great power of the Kalachakra Buddha can we resist the intervention of the great powers of other realms!

It's a matter of success or failure!

The naked monk shook off the yellow-robed monk who was supporting him, strode to the bow of the boat, condescending, and looked down.

Yong Bowen pressed his sword on his chest, and pulled Aliyun with one hand to wait.

Fang Cai's sword startled him, but what rose immediately was endless joy.

At the critical moment, Ning Buqi, a Taoist master, is really reliable, and the sword that breaks the sky is clearly the magic power he left behind, with Ning Buqi's residual supernatural power to rely on, Yong Bowen's confidence has greatly increased, even if he can't wipe out the thousands of troops on the opposite side, but it will not be a problem to hold on for a while and support the back to arrive.

The naked monk's voice rumbled down from the sky.

"Qinglong Protector, you are sinking in your heart, and the plan of the Holy Buddha of the Bad Wheel is not known!"

"Damn, there's a kind of you to fly out again!"

Yong Bowen raised his middle finger at the huge spaceship in the sky.

The naked monk just flew into the air to show his majesty, but was slashed by a sword, although he did not die, but this time he only dared to hide on the boat and did not dare to raise his head, showing that he was afraid.

"Do you think that with the great magical powers of the fairy world, you can do whatever you want?" The naked monk said sharply, "I have a million male soldiers here, you have no way out, you are a genuine immortal, and there is only a way to fall!" ”

Yong Bowen didn't say a word, and he was a sword at the spaceship.

With a bang, where the sword light fell, the spacecraft waved a transparent protective cover, and the sound of chanting was loud on the ship, and the Sanskrit words of the scriptures flew like snowflakes, falling under the transparent light cover, and the scriptures rotated endlessly, firmly guarding the spaceship.

"Kill!"

The naked monk stood on the bow of the boat, his hands raised high, straight ahead.

"Kill the Qinglong Protector, seize the golden fetus, the first meritorious, can enter the great reincarnation, prove the positive result of the robbery, immortal and immortal!"

On the ground, millions of demon armies shouted in unison, surging from all directions towards the protective positions built by the battle puppets like crazy cháo.

The battle puppets fired guns in unison, and the dense network of fire built a line of death.

The demons who charged up fell in rows like wheat harvesting, and the corpses piled up in layers and the blood flowed like rivers.

The sound of dull footsteps sounded like thunder, and the earth shook slightly.

The giants dozens of meters high strode forward in the torrent of the demon army, and the blue giant was in the middle of it.

Relying on their spells and strong bodies, the giants lined up in close lines, blocking the rain of bullets and providing strong shelter for the charging demons.

Suddenly, the sword light flashed.

The blue giant's ice shield shattered, its head flew up from its body, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.

The huge head let out a terrible scream in the sky, and before it could fall, the giants on the side had already fallen one after another.

The Yongda Heavenly Master, who was rampant with swords, came to an end.

The sword of the third uncle's ancestor, Ning Buqi's magic move, Yongda Heavenly Master showed his might, and everywhere he passed, he knocked down the giants one by one like chopping melons and vegetables.

The huge body fell to the ground with a bang, crushing countless demons.

But more demons still rushed forward to follow-up, and in the face of the death line intertwined by Yong Bowen and the dense rain of bullets, there was no intention of retreating.

The naked monk looked down at the battlefield, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he waved his hand and shouted, "Kill".

A large number of red-robed monks gathered on the ship jumped off the spaceship one after another, killing Yong Bowen and Aliyun.

Yong Bowen hurriedly turned around from the front of the battle, and fought side by side with Aliyun to deal with the red-robed monk together.

These red-robed monks are all jīng rui, who have been cultivated for many years, with profound mana and courage to move forward.

But Yong Bowen is now blessed by the two immortals of Ning Buqi and the third master and uncle, and he is extremely powerful, raising his sword to cut people's lives, dropping his sword and cutting off people's heads, only killing the corpses of red-robed monks everywhere.

But the red-robed monks still rushed up desperately, pestering Yong Bowen and Aliyun, so that they had no time to take care of the battle of the battle puppets in front of them.

Thousands of strange demons kept slapping the defense line of the battle puppets like a flood, relying on the accumulation of corpses, slowly but firmly advancing step by step.

I don't know how long the battle situation has been so stale, and the shè of the combat puppet has suddenly sudden, and it has gradually thinned out, but the ammunition has run out!

The demon army that had greatly reduced the pressure cheered in unison, and the whole army of madness pressed on and pounced.

The golems draw their melee swords and prepare for a last-ditch stand.

But without the support of sharp magic weapons, the hand-to-hand combat of the combat puppets is simply not worth mentioning, and in the blink of an eye, the defensive circle is drowned in the overwhelming demons.

The demons who attacked in a group quickly cleaned up the stubborn resistance of the battle puppets and joined the siege of Yong Bowen and Aliyun by the red-robed monks.

In the chaos, Yong Bowen held Aliyun's hand to the death, shouted a fierce battle, fought with his sword, and rushed back and forth in the chaotic army, although he saw that there was no hope, he still insisted on not giving up.

Ellie Yun hugged the cotton and followed closely behind him, tears streaming down her face.

The corpses of demons and monks piled up like hills all around, and the blood soaked the ground beneath their feet into a swamp, and they fell step by step.

The naked monk stood on the bow of the boat, staring at Yong Bowen who was still fighting with a blank face, and secretly calculated, "Wait a little longer, consume some more mana, and you will definitely be able to catch him in one go, and never give him a chance to breathe!" He was frightened by Yong Bowen's sky-breaking sword, but he was counting on his subordinates to rely on his life to drag Yong Bowen to exhaust him first, and then personally kill Yong Bowen and snatch back Ai Liyun.

It's fast, his sword has slowed down, and the range of his sword momentum has narrowed.

Just wait, wait, and shoot when he's tired!

The naked monk patiently waited for the best time to make a move, and he was bound to break Yong Bowen's body into pieces in one fell swoop!

His hands were shaking, his steps were getting heavier and heavier, his mana was draining rapidly, and his breathing was so heavy that he seemed to be tugging at a dilapidated bellows.

No matter how sharp the sword is, no matter how powerful the moves, his body is still the same mortal body, and the mana level has not changed much.

The demons in front of you seem to be endless, and they can't stop killing.

Yong Bowen really felt tired, his whole body ached, his arms were unconscious, and every sword was mechanically swung, and as time went by, the defense became more and more incomplete, and one wound after another appeared, and blood flowed, taking away more strength.

I really can't hold on anymore.

Just one more sword, and give up.

Thinking like this, Yong Bowen couldn't help but tighten his hand by holding Aliyun's hand.

Swing a sword, swing another sword.

The persistence of a sword is getting heavier and heavier, and it is getting slower and slower.

A red-robed monk took advantage of the gap in the sword momentum to rush forward and imprinted a palm on Yong Bowen's chest.

Blood spurted and splashed the monk's head and face.

Yong Bowen pierced the monk with a sword.

The monk's face swelled with gold, and his entire body turned into a copper-cast iron face, firmly locking the sword in his body.

Yong Bowen struggled to draw his sword, and the monk made one last move, slowly clamped the sword body, and hung his head to die, but the sword seemed to be cast in his body and did not move.

Yong Bowen pulled it out again, and the sword body let out a mournful roar.

There was a loud thunderclap, and the dazzling brilliance burst into shè.

The powerful force suddenly erupted, turning all the demon monks within a radius of several hundred meters into ashes.

There was finally a moment of calm on the fierce battlefield.

In the empty circle, Yong Bowen pulled Ai Liyun, half-kneeling, with the sword in his hand on the ground, only half of which remained.

The sword, broken.

The naked monk was overjoyed and jumped up from the bow of the boat, ready to take a bargain.

Yong Bowen suddenly raised his head and looked at the naked monk coldly, his gaze was still firm, without a trace of weakness.

This made the naked monk feel unusually annoyed.

Why do you dare to be so persistent and so proud?

Yong Bowen slowly stood up and spread his hands.

There is a talisman in each palm.

Without the sword, he still has a talisman!

As long as there is a breath left, he will continue to fight until the last moment and never give up.

The naked monk hesitated.

Maybe let the army rush again and consume his talismans?

This trace of hesitation made the naked monk feel annoyed, if it weren't for the fact that the original Dharma Body was broken by the Third Master Uncle Ancestor, and the Second Transformation Dharma Body was attacked and killed by Yong Bowen with a sword, with his great magical powers, how could he think before and after!

If he had half the courage of Yong Bowen, maybe he would not have this hesitation.

After a brief moment of consternation, the demon army and the red-robed monk shouted again and rushed desperately.

Victory is at hand!

A green light suddenly burst out behind Yong Bowen.

It was as if a green line had been drawn in the air, and the line quickly expanded into a square portal.

This sudden portal stands up to the sky, hundreds of meters high, several miles wide, and the area is beyond human imagination.

A teleportation portal is just to send some people through, and it is necessary to open such a large portal?

How many spell ingredients do you have to consume, and how many mages do you need to activate at the same time?

A huge foot stepped out of the portal and took root, shaking the ground.

The giant in the yellow scarf immediately passed through the door.

This giant is nearly 100 meters tall, his face is blurred, but he is awe-inspiring, looking around slightly, and turning his palm to slap it.

There was a boom, and the dust exploded all over the sky, and the demons and monks under the palm were all powdered, and the aftermath shook nearly 100 meters, and the surrounding demons all sprayed blood and fell.

"Yellow Turban Lux!"

The naked monk's body trembled slightly, and with a low roar, he rolled up a cloud of smoke and fled back to the spaceship.

The most terrifying guess was finally confirmed by his own eyes.

The Yellow Turban Force, a unique combat weapon in the fairy world, will actually appear in the world, doesn't it mean that the fairy world has personally intervened in this struggle?

The loss of the opportunity finally allowed Yong Bowen to survive until the reinforcements arrived, even if there was only one Yellow Turban Lux, the meaning it represented was chilling.

Maybe it should have been done sooner.

The naked monk was so annoyed.

At the light gate, the second Yellow Turban Lux followed through the door, and separated from the first Yellow Turban Lux Yong Bowen and Aliyun left and right, waving his slap, slapping left and right like flies, killing countless demons.

Yong Bowen sat down on the ground, took Aliyun's hands, and laughed loudly.

The inside of the ankles of the two yellow turban wrestlers is inscribed with a line of big letters, "Bowen Puppet Manufacturing R&D Center"!

After obtaining the drawings of the Third Master and Ancestor, and participating in the example construction of Kalachakra and the Immortal Envoy, the puppet manufacturing center finally succeeded in replicating the genuine Yellow Turban Lux in the world!

As soon as these two prototypes came out of the test platform, they were immediately put into the battle to rescue their bosses, and they made meritorious contributions in the first battle.

In fact, the naked monk is not afraid of the Yellow Turban Warrior, he is afraid of the immortal power represented by the Yellow Turban Warrior, if he knows that these two are made in the world, he will not abandon his previous efforts to say anything, but try his best to defeat Yong Bowen.

It's a pity that the last chance was given up by his timidity.

The demon army is still rushing upwards like water, wanting to replicate the demon sea tactics that were successful just now.

Buzzing.

The swarm-like flying golem pierced through the portal and whizzed above the Yellow Turban Lux's head, dropping a torrential rain of bombs.

Immediately behind the flying golem is a gigantic and incomparable Helicarrier built with the Hell Floating Platform at its core.

On the ground, a large group of battle puppets and hell demon kings swarmed out, relying on dense firepower, to wipe out the charge of the demon army.

Li Ruiliu led a large group of combat mages to land from the Aerospace Helicarrier in a small flying puppet and surrounded Yong Bowen.

Li Ruiliu stepped forward to help Yong Bowen with concern, and opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was drowned out by the huge sounds around him.

"Speak up there!"

Yong Bowen shouted at the top of his voice.

Li Ruiliu nodded, and with a group of subordinate battle mages, he helped Yong Bowen and Aliyun board the flying puppet and flew back to the space carrier.

"Well done! How many teams did you bring! ”

Yong Bowen stood on the bow of the mothership and watched from afar, the huge spaceship that was turning around and fleeing towards the peak.

It is the nest that the Wheel of Time has been operating for many years.

There, the gods attacked, and the naked monks also had the confidence to fight.

Li Ruiliu replied loudly: "All the combat units that can be mobilized have been brought!" Probably a million thousand! I don't know what the situation is here, so everyone's opinion is to carry out a general mobilization and be prepared! ”

Beyond the Green Sè Light Gate, you will find Vilnius.

The equally monumental Gate of Light stands in the heart of Vilnius.

All the mages of the Eastern European Mage Guild laid down their arms and gathered around a huge circle, wielding their mana to keep the teleportation portal alive.

They looked at the other portal in equal amazement.

About the size of the Green Sè Light Gate, it was the gateway to hell.

All the employees of the frenzied Bowen Group mobilized a huge amount of manpower and material resources to build a huge portal to hell in just one day, and the air and land armies from hell passed through the two portals like cháo water, and drove into the unknown front.

"That attack, completely wipe out the Wheel of Time Tribulation, let's fight a decisive battle!"

Yong Bowen stepped on the bow of the ship and pointed to the huge peak of sympathy in front of him, full of spirit.

Ellie Yun hugged the cotton, clinging to his side.

Cotton raised her head proudly and meowed.

One by one, the space carriers carried a large number of flying puppets, covering the sky and covering the sky.

Above the ground, a torrent of combat troops is advancing with artillery fire covering xìng.

The real big war has just begun!

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