In a barren ancient alley in the Tianji Alley, Zhentianmeng Bingxiao and the other seven people stared at the helpless Dongfang like wolves surrounding lamb prey, and proudly added an Artemisia Grass Battle Eleven by the way.

"Dongfang Proudly restraining his hands and arresting it!" Bingxiao looked at Dongfang Aoran, who was pale and weak, with pity, and advised: "You are already a turtle in the urn, if you are captured, you can die a happy death!"

"If you want my Dongfang Proud Life to take it!" Dongfang Proud disdainfully replied coldly: "I'm afraid you don't have the guts, let alone that life!"

"Brother Bingxiao and what is he talking about. The others standing behind Bingxiao were impatient, "The other party has become a fish, and we are a sword." The knife is the most important thing to cut the fish and meat!"

"That's a lot of nonsense!" said Dongfang Aoran, but his body was not in a hurry to act. "Wait...... Wait! The medicinal effect of the Sanfeng Yang Fruit can be fully effective! Before, the dragon was played by shrimp in shallow water, and the tiger was bullied by dogs in Pingyang! But, ......" Dongfang proudly revealed a trace of invisible sneer.

"Dongfang Aoran?" Zhan Shiyi still stared at Dongfang Aoran, who was bullied and chased into a lost dog, and thought: "This Dongfang Aoran should be the successor of the Dongfang family! I had also seen him show his style in the Nine Spirits Secret Realm of Yantian before, and he was indeed worthy of his name. Although these four people are powerful, he will not end up in such a field! Could it be that there are other strange things in this?"

"It's finally recovered!" Dongfang proudly exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes were cold, and his heart moved: "Success or failure is in this move, either you die or I die!"

"Stubborn!" Bingxiao finally waved his hand and gave the order to kill: "Kill!"

"Yes!" the words of the crowd were full of murderous intent.

"Thunder and waves!"

"Konoha Flying Flowers!"

"Canglong ...... out to sea!"

In an instant, ten thousand thunderbolts, thousands of water dragons, and hundred-leaf tigers roared...... The seven of them are determined to win, and they want to take the first rank of Dongfang Proud, and then fight eleven with a backhand!

"No, my lips are cold!" Zhan Eleven thought for a moment and immediately made up his mind.

"Xingtianjia......!"

I saw that Zhan Shiyi had an extra blood-colored gold battle armor on his body, and with his Xuan Seal, this blood-colored battle armor directly turned into an ancient giant god that covered the sky and the sun, this giant god was headless, holding an axe in one hand and a shield in the other. This shield can block the gods and demons, and this axe can open mountains and crack the ground!

And at the same moment, Dongfang Ao Ran instantly turned into a flame god of war, and he didn't know when there was an extra flame pattern gun in his hand. And he just held the flame pattern gun lightly, and in an instant there was only one shot in the entire world, and after a point, Qiankun turned into a sea of fire!

Before that, Ben Lei, Water Dragon, and Ye Hu ...... was instantly engulfed and annihilated by these two heaven-destroying forces...... And these two forces were also extinguished in the next moment!

"Xingtianjia!"

"Flame guns!"

Dongfang Aoran and Zhan Eleven were each pushed away by the aftermath of this wave and fell down, and there were many barren ancient alleys and thatched huts. There was still surprise on their faces, but the surprise was not gone, but the horror was fixed on their countenances. It's just that their bodies can't see each other after passing through those grass and thatched huts. However, at that moment, they seemed to see each other, and there was an extra figure around them!

"Donor, poor monk hypocrisy! I've been waiting here for a long time!"

Zhan Eleven was about to get up and pat the dust on his body. But the movement froze in mid-air for a moment, but it was only a pause, and he still calmly patted the corner of his clothes a few times.

I don't know when he was already standing beside him a big monk in a white robe! A burly figure, a delicate and beautiful woman's face, two fragrant willow eyebrows, but the thick lips that broke out from under the thin bridge of the nose instantly collapsed all beauty. However, after the clever combination of this burly figure and this thick lips, it also made the appearance of this great monk reach a delicate balance.

Zhan Shiyi also felt a little inexplicable, why did he feel a little abrupt when he saw the appearance of this great monk just now. However, the more he looked closely, the more he felt that this man's appearance had a natural serenity and comfort. He may not have known that his pupils had been slowly constricting, and it was at this time that he immediately bit the tip of his bloody tongue, and suddenly his heart cleared up a lot.

"Demon Monk...... How dare you use illusions on me!"

Zhan Eleven squeezed the few Xuan Qi energy on his body and activated the Xingtian Armor again. It's a pity that this time he failed. He didn't know why he was in such a hurry to activate the Xingtian Armor again, as if he was enchanted. He knew very well in his heart that he wanted to use this ancient artifact like the Heavenly Armor, and now he could only use it once completely. If you force it to be used a second time, you will only be counterattacked.

This great monk is very dangerous...... "Zhan Eleven has experienced countless bloody battles, no matter how deep the hidden danger is, he can detect it. However, he could not detect the slightest hint of danger in this monk.

"How is this possible! Even any ally here, the thought of killing each other will flash in each other's hearts! Especially strangers who meet for the first time, it is certain that they have murderous intent. But this great monk really doesn't have any killing intent at all, but there is more and more goodwill that gathers more and more......" Zhan Eleven's expression suddenly became grim, and his heart was also extremely sober, this sudden appearance of the great monk was definitely the strongest opponent he had ever encountered here.

"Maybe my journey will stop here!"

With a tragic determination, Zhan Eleven's body once again ignited layers of mysterious blood-golden halos. And the Xingtian Armor wrapped around him was once again condensed into a huge ancient god of war. This headless golden-blood-colored god of war raised the sky-opening giant axe and slashed at the head of the great monk.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" hypocrisy did not have the slightest panic and nervousness, and the whole person stood calmly and quietly, just lowered his brows, and said compassionately: "The donor's murderous heart is too heavy, or put down the butcher's knife, and then you can become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Could it be that I'm thinking too much!" Zhan Shiyi saw that this great monk was actually waiting for death on the spot without any trace of resistance, "I'd rather believe it than believe it!" He trusted his intuitive judgment.

The Xingtian Giant Axe still cut through the sky and slashed at the hypocrisy, but just as the giant axe was about to touch the hypocrisy, a flame pattern spear suddenly appeared.

"What...... Could it be ......" Zhan Eleven thought that Dongfang was proudly coming, but he couldn't think of why he wanted to save this great monk.

"You can't kill this guy yet, and you can't kill him!"

A beautiful, subtle, and colorless woman's voice suddenly sounded. Zhan Eleven saw that she was actually a wonderful woman in an ink-colored robe. Perfect posture, looming world-class face, especially double heterochromatic pupils.

However, Zhan Shiyi didn't have much mood to appreciate the fairy look of this girl in ink who suddenly appeared, and he heard the cry of death more in his heart.

"Dongfang Ao Ran was actually killed by the other party!" Zhan Shiyi was shocked, raised his eyebrows, and thought: "You will definitely die, and you will die as you deserve!" and then shouted: "Fight!"

A generation of God of War Tianjiao fell like this!

Hypocrisy looked at Zhan Shiyi, who was already dead and soulless, with some regret, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Amitabha, how good...... Wonderful!"

"The female benefactor has a heart to chase the poor monk all the way!" hypocrisy raised her head and stared at Mo Lingyun with a sincere face, and asked: "The poor monk goes all the way to the Buddha and volunteers to have no suffering in the world." I don't know if the female benefactor is willing to be the Buddha Guanyin Bodhisattva, and work with the poor monks to save sentient beings from the sea of suffering!"

"Yes!" Mo Lingyun directly agreed to the hypocritical invitation, but she added later: "But I want something from you!"

"What is ...... on me?" The hypocrite seemed to know what Mo Lingyun was, and said very calmly: "The Buddha said: I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! As long as you can save sentient beings from the sea of suffering, the death of a poor monk is a kind of eternal life!"

"So, did you agree?" Mo Lingyun asked indifferently.

"The monks don't speak, the poor monk agreed!" Hypocrisy looked at Mo Lingyun and replied in the affirmative.

Mo Lingyun has followed hypocrisy all the way, and naturally knows the strength of this great monk. If she was sure of winning, she would definitely do it the first time she encountered it. However, the more she went on, the more she realized that the enormity of achieving this goal had increased dramatically. However, this interesting soul in the great monk is something she is bound to get! It's just that there is a heavenly mountain in her heart that has been pressing on her heart-"Shenba!"

"Shenba!" this person who has never met before, but his name has always been the inner demon of the five permanent supreme young geniuses, because this person (god) is an endless heavenly mountain in their hearts that cannot be climbed. Of course, this was no exception for Mo Lingyun, her master had already mentioned this name more than once, but his voice was more solemn and solemn each time. She also asked her master if she could defeat this man, the Divine Tyrant, with her strength!

"Is he invincible?" she asked.

"At least it's not you who can overcome him!" replied her master in the affirmative, but leaving room for tactfulness.

"So there are still people who can defeat him!" she asked again.

"That's for sure, if you can find this person and let him fight him, maybe you'll know the answer!" her master replied in a somewhat confused manner, with a mixture of yes and no.

And in the end, her master gave her an inexplicable death order: "Find this person and bring his (her) soul back!"

"And how do I find this person?" she asked.

"When you meet a soul like that, you'll find something very interesting!" her master replied, "Alright, let's go!"

"Great Monk, have you ever heard of the name Shenba?" Mo Lingyun suddenly asked.

"Shenba......! Slightly heard. The hypocrite didn't show much shock, but asked tentatively: "Female Guanyin, you won't be trying to provoke this person!"

"It's not me who provokes him, but he blocks the Buddha's way!" Mo Lingyun asked with cold eyes and warm eyes: "I don't know if you dare to go with me to level this endless bitter Heavenly Mountain, Great Monk!"

"Amitabha, eliminate the demon and defend the way, although he has died nine times, he still has no regrets! "The hypocrisy is a hand-holding, and the spirit is calm.

"I seem to smell the smell of the ancient artifact again!Tianquan, let's go!" A voice flashed in a barren ancient alley.

"Now there are fifteen contestants in the Heavenly Machine War......" The old man's voice floated clearly in the minds of the living people again!