The magician used the claw skill of the Shadowless Seven Killing Skeleton Poisoner to successfully pierce the claw blade of the lightning into the viscous film, and then used this as a fulcrum, relying on the strength of both hands to climb up one by one, to the forehead of the Crying Buddha. The magician's long silver hair fluttered in the wind, a sneer slowly appeared on his immature face, and the substance of his right hand was brought together, and the claw blade of the thunderbolt instantly fused into a bright blue thunder sword, which was stabbed into the eyebrows of the weeping Buddha by the magician holding the handle.

"Korea!!" The Crying Buddha screamed, and almost instantly bounced, and the thunder sword that the silver dust pierced into actually changed into thousands of thunder lights in the moment it penetrated the membrane, and the tip of the thunder light, the electric magic Crazy Thunder Heavenly Prison erupted directly, almost illuminating the huge head into a blue light bulb.

The Crying Buddha bounced up, a pair of iron palms as if slapping themselves with a full face to greet down, and the magician's body suddenly rippled with blue mist, those water mist seemed to affect the time and space around him, so that the falling giant palm deflected elsewhere, the magician held the hilt of the sword, the blade of the thunder sword burst out of a dazzling flash, a wrist-thick lightning penetrated the head of the Crying Buddha, as if hitting the head of the Crying Buddha something important, the Crying Buddha let out a giant eagle's cry, struggling to bounce high, just like a heavy rocket launched into the sky。 The lewd monks who rushed to the scene were swept away by the huge amount of earth and sand brought up by the Crying Buddha, and almost everyone fell on their backs, and just as they were scrambling to get up, an incomparably terrifying sword aura suddenly erupted from behind the dust mist.

It was a one-shot slash.

Slashed horizontally, his body and head separated, and a young and ugly lewd monk whose strength was in the realm of returning to the void, his head flew high, and the blood spurting out of his chest bloomed into a big red flower.

On the ground, the soft earth instantly froze and became as hard as iron. The cold ice stream bloomed on the ground with sharp edges, and in the cold, a green shirt stood proudly.

"It's finally time for us old bones to get moving. "The man with the sword was a middle-aged man, holding a mass-produced light weapon, and the name of the sword was unknown, because all the people who faced the sword were slashed and killed on the spot before they could ask the name of the sword, and the name of the sword bearer did not need to be asked, because if the sword was one of the ways today, no one could surpass that person's name.

The middle-aged man in a green shirt holding a sword is a thousand-thousand-year-old man. In the way of the sword, it is more exhaustive than the heart of the sword, and the ultimate ten thousand people.

Ten thousand people, it is said that he once went to a small secret realm where there was no duel heaven, where he defeated ten thousand!

Although there is no possibility of verification of that matter, it at least shows one point, if the sky is invalid, then ten thousand people really dare to "go alone".

For example, now, he single-handedly swords, rushed into the pile of lewd monks without any scruples, his sword rose and fell, and the head of the person was in the sky, there was no liulan, no wind pressure, no broken mystery, no war flow, and there was no shadow of any war spirit, he was like that sword after sword, and the high-end swordsmanship "Guanlan Sword Technique" that the Divine Sword Gate once relied on to survive, and now I am afraid that no one dares to practice it Summoned out, stabbing and chopping and hanging in turn, a blue Xuanbing sword qi swept vertically and horizontally, and it was injured within a zhang, and it was killed when encountered, and it actually killed that group of obscene monks and ran away, if it weren't for the light of the second empty cicada, the ice spirit dao exploded, and more obscene monks and evil Buddhas came out of it, and he was afraid that he would be alone, and he would be able to defeat the Heavenly Evil Temple when the Crying Buddha had no time to take care of it.

"Call the believers! surround him!" Seeing that the second wave of disciples rushed up, several of them were cut down before they could get closer, and the green-shirted swordsman was immaculate, and not a drop of battle could fall on him, Hai Qianqiu immediately gave the order, but he didn't dare to go out to meet the battle by himself. Hai Qianqiu is not afraid of death, what he is afraid of is that if he and the green-shirted swordsman are arguing, if there is any strong person coming out of the righteous path on the opposite side, then he will have to be surrounded and killed here.

The scope of the Ice Spirit Dao expanded again, and this time in addition to those fake monks who were flying and doggy, there was also a group of black-clothed people who came out, and these people seemed to have eaten too much Zhuang* Medicine, the face is red and swollen, the eyes are bloodshot, the breathing is heavy like a breeding pig in estrus, the tiger's mouth on both hands has changed into a real tiger's mouth, and the Xuanbing battle flow spewing out of the body is black, these black-clothed people have just shown their form from the light of the ice spirit path, and they let out a burst of terrible roars, like a mad cow with a tail lit by a flame, snorting and panting and surrounding them, they are obviously surging with war currents, but the sky can never come, facing the crowd that is pouring in like a black tide, even ten thousand people can only take a few steps back with a blue face。 Although he is called ten thousand people, but if he really wants to fight ten thousand people, he still needs some space to dodge and move, looking at the black-clothed man who rushed over, the formation is extremely dense, and the ten thousand people flashed cold light in the sky blue eyes, and they are about to muster up the courage to come forward to fight-

The dignified Buddha horn sounded like thunder behind him, and the black-clothed people in front of him stumbled in rows and rows, almost lying down en masse, in their bloodshot eyes, the red light faded a little, and the deformation of the battle spirit on the hands slowly disappeared, revealing the palms wrapped in black cloth. They seemed to wake up from sleepwalking, and were pushed forward by the people behind them, but they couldn't get to the front of thousands of people after all, because a big red human wall appeared in front of them.

The monks of Hanshan Temple have finally arrived.

They are a more powerful group than Xuantian Pavilion, and some of the young monks among them just used the two divine skills of the Snow Lotus Palm Method and the Duoluo Ye Finger, and they put these so-called believers on the ground in one piece, although no one died, but everyone's dantian suffered a heavy blow, as if eating a powerful soul scattering poison, don't expect any divine skills to fight in three or five months. As soon as the true monks of Hanshan Temple came out, the fake monks of Tianxian Temple showed their original form, although they could also use some Buddhist magic skills, but they were completely useless in front of the monks of Hanshan Temple, and all the moves were seen through at a glance, and then they were killed mercilessly by the monks.

Dealing with the evil ghosts of the Heavenly Evil Temple, the monks did not have the slightest mercy, the slightest mercy, and the shots were all powerful and life-fighting skills, although there was no ice sharpness at all, but they still made these people bloody and brainy.

However, it is impossible for them to achieve any crushing victory, because Hai Qianqiu, a ruthless and unrighteous villain, summoned all his followers to die.

The Heavenly Evil Temple with thousands of people, facing the Hanshan Temple with a thousand people, and the Xuantian Pavilion with two thousand people, still achieved an absolute advantage in admitting defeat, but if it changes today, the world is broken, and the simple numerical advantage is not an obvious advantage.

At the same time, the magician stood firmly above the eyebrows of the Crying Buddha, and bounced into the air along with the Crying Buddha.

In the sky above a hundred zhang, the wind was raging, and in the magician's empty other hand, a golden-colored liquid ball suddenly condensed, and the ball continued to rotate, turning into a spherical whirlpool, and the center of the whirlpool transformed into an illusion of endless wind.

The magician's right hand gripped the thunder sword tightly, the wind turned into the hilt, the thunder light turned into a blade, the blue blade had penetrated deep into the head of the weeping Buddha, and the thunder and lightning radiated illuminated the inside of its huge head.

The rocky skull was almost completely transparent, and in the center of the skull, a distorted black shadow curled up and swirled like a viscous, disgusting ghost fetus, vaguely recognizable as the shape of a fetus, the fetus's large, sticky and soft head had a pair of green eyes larger than a dinner plate, no eyelids, like fish eyes protruding badly, and those eyes exuded an infinite amount of arrogance and shamelessness, and a completely distorted "orthodox" green "holy light" Radiating from the green eyes, a slight touch with the thunder sword emitted by the silver dust dyed the thunder sword of the thunder light green.

The green holy light was like a virus, and the thunder sword in the hand of the rapidly infected person Silver Dust, in less than a breath, the entire sword in Silver Dust's hand turned completely green. At the same time, an arrogant, yet shamelessly violent thought passed through the green-dyed Holy Light Sword to Silver Dust's mind.

"I am the Sandalwood Sect, the founder of the Korean nation, the first orthodoxy of the universe, the supreme of heaven and earth, all the people under my rule are Koreans, and they are the creators of the whole universe, all honors, monuments, civilizations, and science, of course, all those who do not follow are all foreign people, serfs for all generations!"

"The power of Korea, orthodoxy first, we are white, the world is black, don't ask us what is fairness and justice, that is our words and deeds, those who hurt my interests are evil, and those who kneel and lick my toes are great. What we think is right, what is wrong is also right, what we think is wrong, what is right is also wrong, in short, we are equal to heaven and earth, you are waiting for the little barbarians, ants in the other world, you have no choice but to kneel and lick, otherwise you will be weak to confront the righteousness of the universe! Surrender! Surrender to sincerity and kneel is your only choice......

"Heh, Pingdu Zhenlu, it's really hopeless, who do you think you are!" The magician decisively threw away the thunder sword, which disintegrated into many green crystals the moment he let go, shattered under the wind, and disappeared with the wind.

"I am the Sandalwood Sect, the supreme and first-class god of the universe......" Ke Rui'an's thoughts came directly through the thick head of the Crying Buddha this time, like a magician in the air, this is the divine will, this is a powerful divine will that Ke Ruian has repeatedly refined with certain energies that monopolize many universes, this divine will can stir the rules of heaven and earth, and at the same time make a certain suppressed element in heaven and earth instantly activated-

Gravity, the energy from the thick earth, suddenly expanded around the magician's body, and the huge energy almost flattened the magician directly, but the magician was not those boxers who relied on physical strength after all, he slowly and hard stretched out his right hand and flicked his fingers, the arcane magic liquid that was rotating at the fingertips suddenly expanded, turning into a thin line like a fingertip, a black crack suddenly expanded along the extension line of the fingertip, and at the same time, the space itself seemed to slowly emerge many black cracks in the shape of spider webs, and those cracks expanded rapidlyThen, with a sound like glass shattering, the entire space seemed to collapse, revealing a dark and infinite abyss.

Temporal Magic: Great Dimension Slash

The gravity field disappeared together at the moment the space was shattered, and the silver-colored figure plunged into the dark abyss and disappeared completely, like a suicide desperate for the world, but in the next second, the purple light gate unfolded behind the weeping Buddha's head, and the silver-colored magician walked out of the portal, and in the palm of his hand, the fire shone.

"Wyvern Strike Thief Flame Cannon. ”

A fire dragon shot at the back of the weeping Buddha's head, and the fire dragon opened its mouth and spewed out a series of fireballs that seemed to have some kind of armor-piercing properties, and could easily explode through the sticky film on the rock's bald head. The Crying Buddha didn't feel pain, but he also knew that the mage was behind him, so he slowly turned around and grabbed it in the air with a blow to the dragon's grasp.

At this time, it was falling to the ground along with the silver dust, and its fat palm shrouded it with the move of the dragon's grasp, falling straight down like a terrifying destiny. Between the five thick fingers, a circle of dark white annular air shields turned into colorless shock waves, with a continuous explosion like firecrackers, sealing the magician in all directions. At the same time, the thick fingertips emitted brownish-yellow light, and a large amount of sand and dust erupted like battle qi, forming a sand cage with gravitational field characteristics, trapping the magician firmly.

As if the scene in the dream was about to play out, the rocky palm grasped accurately, and the magician's figure was almost completely engulfed by the shadow of the palm. The mage's pupils shrank sharply, but there was no panicked expression on his face, and a bright red flame gathered in his hand, and an astonishing red light erupted the moment the cage of sand and soil was completely closed.

"Great Incineration!" was originally just a magic that provided high temperatures, but at this time, it exploded like a bomb, and a red, shockwave composed of wind and fire spread, not only directly washing away the sand that formed the cage, but even leaving deep scars on the palm of the rock. Then the sorcerer's figure vanished again, appearing in the distance, a pair of sleeves that swelled out in the wind, sticking out of a slender, simplely shaped barrel.

The purple projectiles of the Black Sky Gang God Cannon flashed like a stream of light, directly hitting the eyes of the Crying Buddha, and the narrow eyes were immediately blown out of two huge fireballs, as if the Crying Buddha turned into an angry King Kong in an instant, and the fireballs rolled and exploded, spreading into a true red shock wave, leaving a pair of huge craters, almost blowing up the face of the Crying Buddha into a skull face.

The white transparent, viscous and disgusting liquid film like ***, I don't know where it came out, covering the whole body of the Crying Buddha again, the pits and cracks on the surface of the stone statue were quickly repaired, and it became intact again.