Chapter 889 You Buddhas don't turn Westerners, right?

But when the iron-masked warrior stabbed out with a sword, the light flickered, and the long sword stabbed into the bald monk's chest without hindrance.

But the iron-masked warrior was stunned, and his expression was very strange.

The long sword in his hand really pierced the opponent's chest and stabbed into the flesh and blood of the bald monk.

But the whole of this iron-masked warrior was almost scared stupid.

stared at the long sword in his hand in a daze, and then looked at the bald monk in front of him with a sword in his heart, his face was full of horror.

"Oh, the cake buyer!"

The long sword pierced, and the bald monk not only fell, but there was no blood stain on his body, especially where the long sword entered his chest, there was no blood stain at all.

And at the moment of stabbing, the Iron Mask Warrior felt as if his sword had stabbed into the air, and there was no resistance at all.

The human body should not be such a structure!

What about flesh and blood?

How could it be so similar to the feeling of being pierced into the air?

At this time, the bald monk turned around slowly, not caring at all about the long sword inserted in his heart.

But as the bald monk turned around and looked at the iron-masked warrior with the Buddha in his hand, the iron-masked warrior's eyes widened a little again, because the long sword rotated one hundred and eighty degrees on the bald monk's chest without hindrance.

In other words, it was the bald monk who turned around and cut himself in half!

There was still no blood, as if the sword had pierced the bald monk's chest from the front.

"Poor monks don't sell cakes! Donor, you deserve to go to hell!"

The bald monk looked compassionate, his right hand was slowly raised, and in the frightened gaze of the iron-masked warrior, a slap full of Buddha light slapped down on his armored head.

There was no sound, no earth-shattering momentum.

But the iron-masked warrior suddenly let out a scream, hoarse and miserable, and then, starting from the helmet, gradually dissipated.

Then, the head, the iron face, the arms, the shoulders, and the long sword in the hand were gradually collapsing.

In an instant, the body of the iron-masked warrior, as if it was made of yellow sand, had completely dissipated as the sea breeze blew and the golden light flickered.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!"

The bald monk held the Buddha ritual and chanted, with infinite compassion.

"Little bald donkey, you have broken the precept of killing!" Gu Bei looked at the Buddhist attendant with a smile.

"Don't joke about Lord Gu, the little monk is just to temper him and go to the Pure Land of Bliss!"

The Buddhist attendant looked serious and compassionate.

Sure enough, the bald donkeys are all virtuous, say one thing, do another, when that is what, but also set up an archway!

"You Buddhas don't seem to be able to transform these guys in the West, do you?"

Gu Bei asked with some curiosity.

"All beings in Buddhism are equal, regardless of East and West!" The bald monk still had compassion on his face, not feeling that he was wrong at all, but had done something of immeasurable merit.

"Nacheng, you can also give the rest of these Western guys together!" Gu Bei stretched out his hand and pointed at those Western Temple cultivators who were pressed by the black pressure.

The bald monk turned around and left, ignoring Gu Bei, he slipped faster than a rabbit.

He was here to prevent Gu Bei from exploring the way of cause and effect, how could he let himself be too contaminated with killing cause and effect;

"Uh......"

Gu Bei's expression was stunned, and he just watched the bald monk tear through the void, step in, and disappear in an instant.

Killing, this matter, Luo Xue is not very interested, but if she needs to, she will, and even Tu Wan will not blink an eye.

At this moment, he was just standing beside Gu Bei with a cold face, and he was also looking at the chaotic battle between the Eastern and Western cultivators with an expressionless face, and he had no intention of making a move.

Protecting Gu Bei is what she should do in her life.

Gu Bei didn't make a move, just quietly watching others fight.

Now, it's not time for him to make a move, just wait.

In other words, the Dark God Venerable, one of the eight gods of the Western Temple, was a little embarrassed at the moment.

Although it was a sneak attack stunt to be able to turn into black smoke and appear anywhere silently, it was a sneak attack stunt, but in particular, he ran into the nine-tailed fox clan who had already comprehended the ultimate ten tails-Su Qingshuang.

Born to be charming and see through falsehood.

Su Qingshuang's fox eyes are extraordinary, and he can see through any false illusion, whenever the Dark God Venerable turns into a cloud of black smoke and quietly approaches Su Qingshuang.

Su Qingshuang was able to find the true body of the Dark God Venerable accurately, and then, a sword was slashed out, and the true body of the Dark God Venerable was immediately revealed, and he had to resist with a blade.

Moreover, he used dozens of concealment and sneak attacks in a row, but he failed to succeed once.

Even, he was hit by Su Qingshuang's sword qi several times, his robe was tattered, like a flower asking for food, and several wounds around his body were red.

"Just this little trick, it is still revealed in front of the old lady, you are not ashamed, as an opponent, the old lady feels that she has lost face!" Su Qingshuang sneered.

Just the verbal attack directly caused the Dark God Venerable to receive 10,000 damage points.

The Dark God Venerable revealed his true body, his eyes were full of horror and glared at Su Qingshuang, and he scolded sharply: "What the hell are you, why can you see through my concealment technique!"

"You're something, your whole family isn't a thing!"

Su Qingshuang was immediately annoyed and coquettish, and went back, selling Peter, and daring to scold the old lady?!

Being robbed by Su Qingshuang for a while, the Dark God Venerable was even more annoyed, and he was so angry that he spurted out blood, "Hmph, you don't need the concealment technique, this God Venerable will still kill you!"

"If you don't talk big, you'll die!"

Su Qingshuang's shadow flickered, and without waiting for the Dark God Venerable to attack, he had already taken the initiative to attack the past.

The long sword was pulled, and the sword aura was fierce, and it stabbed straight at the Dark God Venerable.

"Hmph, since you ask for death, this god will fulfill you!" The Dark God Venerable raised his hands, and two black air masses immediately appeared between his palms.

The air mass suddenly bombarded towards Su Qingshuang.

"Damn, you can play magic, you're a circus graduate!"

Su Qingshuang smiled contemptuously, and with a swing of the long sword, the sword qi dispersed, instantly defeating the two black air masses, and at the same time, a pair of fox eyes instantly bloomed with brilliant light.

Halos of light, as if full of all kinds of temptations, shone towards the Dark God Venerable.

After the Dark God Venerable attacked, he immediately made a large black air mass, placed it on his chest, and was about to push it towards Su Qingshuang at any time, and at this moment, his eyes suddenly touched Su Qingshuang's strange eyes, and the whole person suddenly showed a sluggish state.

Even the black air mass on his chest forgot to push forward to attack Su Qingshuang, and he just stood in a daze, as if he had lost his soul. (https:)

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