Worship in prison, at this time, his strongest mastery broke out, slaughtering the city at night.

The Golden Daomen and Xuantian Pavilion are not Hanshan Temple, they have never had mercy on these cult believers, and the swords are directly greeted by the vital points, however, the black clouds and mist do not seem to be stingy with that much energy, rolling on the bodies of all the believers of the Heavenly Evil Temple, repairing their damage at any time, which invisibly makes them more desperate.

At this time, the silver dust that was fighting in the air suddenly burst out with a brilliant laser, hitting the head of the Crying Buddha in the form of a light gun, and among the hundreds of runes suspended around him, except for the runes of ice and arcane, all the fire, light, and even the power of wind and thunder were directly aimed at the huge head of the Crying Buddha. "Everyone, hit the head directly, see if they can be resurrected as headless corpses after a headshot!" the magician's voice came from high in the sky, accompanied by the roar of the Gangfeng explosion. The magician and the Crying Buddha have been fighting for so long and have found that although Gangfeng itself cannot wear the film, the concussive force transmitted by Gangfeng can easily penetrate the film and disperse the internal microstructure of the Crying Buddha, but the Crying Buddha is a rock statue-like structure, and the internal structure of the hands, feet and even the body is scattered, which does not affect its combat power, and the energy that can never be consumed gives it the ability to repair the damage infinitely, which is why it has been beaten for so long without any visible damage.

His words reminded the righteous paths, the monks of Hanshan Temple used the Vedic pestle, the finger of the unphased robbery and other fierce shock magic skills, while using the golden bell cover to protect the vital points of the body, while hitting the heads of the evil monks of the Heavenly Evil Temple, many of the evil monks of the lower realm immediately turned their heads to the sky and fell to the ground, convulsions a few times and then did not move, and the black clouds attached to their bodies also suddenly struggled, like black demons floating from the corpses, changing shapes, as if looking for the next host of the main body, at this moment, the Divine Cult suddenly descended on the great judgment technique, and the earth unfolded a brilliant cross, and the light burst out, countless black shadows turned into nothingness in this sky-high holy light. The weeping Buddha over there also let out an angry and helpless giant baby cry, listening to the huge belly, rumbling like a mountain, and actually intending to use its huge body to block the outbreak of holy light.

"It's useless!" Yinchen sneered, and a thick book suddenly condensed in his hand, the book looked like it was bound with pure copper pages, exuding a golden-copper-colored metal reflection, Yinchen held it in his right hand, and his left hand turned slightly, the pages were full of golden runes, and the moment the silver-white fingers rubbed on the runes, the runes lit up and shone brightly.

The index finger of the silver right hand pressed a switch on the spine of the book, and the book disintegrated directly, and countless pages made of copper sheets flew out by the machine, as if they were heavy hidden weapons, and those pages were melted as if they were burned by the laser generated inside, and they were quickly engulfed by golden light, turning into golden balls of light.

The ball of light did not land, but instead floated in the air, and then the golden ball of light instantly transformed into all the other elemental magic used by Silver Dust.

The golden light can be turned into a golden dragon, the golden dragon spits out a golden fireball, the moment the fireball lands on the ground, it burns and the pure golden civilization fire, the golden light can turn into a golden cloud, floating above the heads of the believers of the Heavenly Evil Temple, and rains down the golden thunder of judgment, the golden light can be transformed into a golden spear, instead of the ice to send out a penetrating Isaac spear, the golden light can even turn into a golden solution and rotate into a golden vortex, devouring the obscene monks of the Heavenly Evil Temple.

After those golden balls of light changed and completed various forms, they all finally turned into doomsday holy light, silently purifying evil, and even a golden light shot directly into the empty cicadas maintained by several Heavenly Evil Temple monks, detonating the Ice Spirit Dao on the spot, killing nine people.

The magician not only reminded Wan Xiang and Xuan Zhi to help them quickly exterminate a large number of demon monks and believers in the Heavenly Evil Temple, and even let Wan Xiang free his hands and gave the Crying Buddha body a sword, but also reminded the bitter Zen who was fighting against Hai Qianqiu. The old monk listened to Yinchen's words, smiled slightly on his original face, shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha, a demon barrier is always a demon barrier, and it can't really be bigger than the void-" As he spoke, the big red robe swung behind him, the ice light under his feet exploded, and the tall figure instantly bullied in front of Hai Qianqiu, and the powerful and powerful Wuxiang Robbery Finger came straight to the fat nose of the demon monk.

The demon monk was obviously on guard, his fat hands were closed in front of his chest, and a cold wind blew the snow flakes and gathered in his palms, and a huge invisible force field suddenly rolled in the blue ice power, and as his palms came out, he smashed into Kuzen's chest like a heavy hammer.

His arm, which was longer than Kuzen, hit his opponent first, and Kuzen's Phaseless Finger still had a few inches left to hit the tip of his nose.

"What if you know the weakness? Can't you reach it?" Hai Qianqiu had already laughed at Yan Yi at this time, and the ice qi on a pair of fleshy palms exploded, and there was even an extremely short-lived illusion of a sea dragon in the surrounding area, but that illusion was only fleeting, and the distorted and complacent Yan Yi instantly froze on his face. He felt that the ice power he sent out was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it was gone.

"Even if your skills, tricks, and skills are similar to those of a poor monk, you won't be able to use them. Kuzen withdrew his finger of the Phaseless Tribulation, and a warm and powerful hand gently put on the fat arm of Hai Qianqiu, twisted effortlessly, and immediately twisted Hai Qianqiu's arm off: "Although the "Ten Realms Dragon Elephant Gong" has the power of ten dragons and ten elephants in the practice, it can only be fully mastered by relying on Buddhism after all. Since you have already recited the crooked scriptures, you can be regarded as having broken the merits, how can the false demonic obstacle be compared with the real Buddhist divine skills?"

Kuzen said, ignoring Hai Qianqiu's screams, he reached out and twisted his other arm as well, although he also carried the Ten Realms Dragon Elephant Gong, but there was no flying blizzard and protruding ice spikes on Hai Qianqiu's body at all, not even a liquid battle flow, only a powerful energy hidden in the palm of his hand.

Hai Qianqiu was twisted off his arms, and he broke out in a cold sweat in pain, but when he saw Kuzen slowly clenching his fists, and three blue light wheels blooming around his fists, he knew that this was definitely not the time to defend and retreat. He also understands that don't look at his current physical strength and battle spirit are infinite, but his own realm is not very good, relying on the offering of the Crying Buddha to get the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Duan, which is already the limit of his skin, which means that his cultivation will never be higher than Kuzen at any point, and there is no possibility of being able to completely prevent Kuzen's moves, if Kuzen really hits his head with a punch, then even if he is the head of the Heavenly Evil Temple, he will definitely hate on the spot.

His arms are gone, and before he gets the next black mist treatment, he can only win a chance to live for himself by stopping the magic of Kuzen -

"Look at the feet!" Hai Qianqiu, who was temporarily injured, roared, not retreating, but instead of kicking as he roared, he unexpectedly ran his magic skills and head, and the cold breath lit up on his head, and he crashed into Kuzen's arms.

He used Shaolin Iron Head Gong, and a slippery head hit him like a battering ram, but on Kuzen's body, the most powerful magic skill was not "Dafa Prajna" and "Da Tianlun Finger" Such a profound magic skill is precisely the most ordinary golden bell jar in Hanshan Temple, Hai Qianqiu hit his head, only to feel like his head hitting a steel column, a great anti-shock force came, not only the wind and percussion orchestra of 10,000 funeral teams sounded in his brain, as if 10,000 gongs and 10,000 suona had a scolding meeting, but also more than 5,000 Venus jumped out in front of him, dancing like quantum motion, even his thick cervical vertebrae, there was a tooth-aching click, I don't know if the bones are misaligned, or simply compression fractures.

"It's a good time!" Even Kuzen, who had reached the point where his state of mind had reached the point of Gujing, couldn't help but be slightly excited, grabbed Hai Qianqiu's fat head with one hand, and smashed it down with a fist with the other. Seeing the fist fall with a flash of blue ice, he only heard a huge "Korea!" roar in the distance, and a large amount of black mist rose from Hai Qianqiu's body, and those black mist even directly turned into a black blizzard, knocking Kuzen away with a bang.

Kuzen spat out a small mouthful of blood in midair, and a somersault landed steadily. Seeing Hai Qianqiu slowly get up from the ground, the black robe and gray monk's robe on his body turned into a black water and fell to the ground, black flames appeared on his naked skin, and the whole person changed from a normal Central Plains fat man to a black man with condensed muscles. A pair of lewd eyes have also become inverted triangular eyes with more white and less blue. Hai Qianqiu stood up and walked towards Kuzen step by step, black flames rose all over his body, and every step was like a small earthquake. "What? Do you really think that I only have that little ability just now, Buddha?" he said, his voice unchanged, but his tone was completely different, and every syllable imitated Super Saiyan. Kuzen looked at his crazy posture surrounded by black flames all over his body, not only was he not intimidated by the powerful and vicious momentum emanating from his body, but instead showed a smile.

"Amitabha Buddha 1" Kuzen raised his palm fiercely: "The Buddha said that all things in the world are as great as the void, and the greatest of all the natures is as great as the Buddha nature, and the sea benefactor is so greedy for the devil's way, he does not hesitate to feed the extraterritorial heavenly demons with his own essence and blood, even if he obtains the power of the heavens and the earth, in the end it is just an empty delusion?" As he spoke, a blue light wheel slowly bloomed behind the bald head that had been bald for decades, gradually increasing one by one, until twenty laps, the blue light and ice qi emitted by the slowly clockwise rotating evil light wheel had corroded Hai Qianqiu's black skin like a strong acid.

Hai Qianqiu, who was burning with black flames, was about 20 percent stronger than usual, and he was able to achieve the same cultivation as Kuzen by worshipping the Crying Buddha at ordinary times, and he was equivalent to 120% of Kuzen at this time, but he was so powerful that he didn't even have time to make a move, and he suffered a big loss in front of Kuzen's Buddhism.

Buddhism, in the Wind Source Continent, is not a force, just a scripture. In addition to Hanshan Temple, no one really values Buddhism, thinking that it is just some scriptures to relieve boredom, Buddhism will not increase the cultivation of divine skills no matter how it is cultivated, so it is ignored by the world, only the monks of Hanshan Temple know that Buddhism is the "scabbard" of Hanshan Temple.

The magic of Hanshan Temple, the power is extremely great, more than fierce, but too strong power, often make people lose themselves, distort the soul, only Buddhism can calm people down, the magic of the practice of sending and receiving freely, so the monks of Hanshan Temple pay more attention to Buddhism and the magic is secondary. It stands to reason that this kind of Buddhist scriptures, which can only help to control one's own strength, should not have any ability to fight the enemy, but the Buddhist scriptures that Kuzen recited softly have a great impact on Hai Qianqiu.

The sound that did not infuse any cold breath came from Kuzen's mouth, and fell into Hai Qianqiu's ears as uncomfortable as a brain-piercing demon sound, and at the same time, the blue light wheel that seemed to have not much ice gas, and the blue light radiated from it could almost burn Hai Qianqiu.

How could the imposing Hai Qianqiu endure this kind of fiasco that was injured before he could make a move, in the agony of the blue ice light, he struggled to let out a roar like a cow's roar, and the black flames all over his body rose by another point, and then he hit Kuzen with a powerful and heavy demon fist, but Kuzen gently raised his hand and hit the palm of the hand, directly reaching 121% of Kuzen The big demon fist went to the side, and at the same time secretly stretched out his foot and stumbled, and immediately tripped Hai Qianqiu, if it weren't for the soft soil in the Elk Basin, I was afraid that such a fall would cause some damage.

Hai Qianqiu was so angry that he got up from the ground, this time he hugged Yuan with both palms, and used the incomparably skillful Ten Realms Dragon Elephant Skill, but the mellow and perfect Xuanbing Cloud Qi in his hand was full of leaks in the eyes of Kuzen. Every time the old monk saw him attacking, he immediately shook out his fingers with a blow, and he didn't see how many battles followed, but every time he could penetrate between Hai Qianqiu's two palms, and bombarded Hai Qianqiu's head like lightning, so a few times, although Hai Qianqiu greeted Kuzen with a heavy fist and an iron palm, he never broke through Kuzen's golden bell jar magic skill, because that layer of golden bell jar itself, just like Kuzen's Panruo palm, can unload Hai Qianqiu's ice skills at will, and every time Kuzen hits the fingering, Hai Qianqiu can only rely on 12% of the strength to take it all, under hard resistance, unconsciously, his head began to be dizzy, and his vision was blurred。

Hai Qianqiu and Kuzen fought hard for more than 30 moves and couldn't hold on, the overloaded cultivation of two percent not only did not help him, but instead devoured his flesh and blood, and the dark injuries accumulated by the flesh began to slow down his speed, and in the face of Kuzen's seemingly simple but treacherous Buddhism authentic divine skills, he was actually a little overwhelmed. He quickly moved his thoughts, removed the black flames burning all over his body, faded the black skin, squeezed out the fat from the gaps in his muscles, and returned to the original state of a fat lewd monk, and at the same time, the black energy was also woven into a new gray and white monk's robe and black robe, which, together with his big belly, became a meat pad to resist the attack of Kuzen.