Chapter 71: The Eight Parts
When the dragon clan members looked at Bai Xiaopang stepping into the void with a coquettish face, the dragon's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of pain, and the tragic singing once again filled the heaven and earth, so terrible that everyone couldn't understand, "What is it now, the destruction of the Eight Banners Ancient Clan is a foregone conclusion, what are you doing when you appear?"
But I don't know that Bai Xiaopang likes this!
"The wind of the valley...... It's a beautiful blow...... Water ...... in the mountains Strong as a man......"
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At this moment, the dragon clan is in pain, and the Eight Banners ancient clan is even more painful, not to mention being wiped out by the dragon clan, and when he is dying, he will be destroyed by Bai Xiaopang's spirit, which is simply worse, and the mule actually danced in the air with Bai Xiaopang, that dance posture is unbearable, and he wails twice from time to time, which is more fierce than Bai Xiaopang.
How many strong people were not killed by the dragon clan, but were scared to death by this white fat and mule.
Jun Qinghan, who was fighting in the Eight Banners, looked at Bai Xiaopang with a cold face, as if he was going to split him alive, who knew that Bai Xiaopang had become even more enchanting and more enchanting.
Bang!
When Bai Xiaopang was singing energetically, under the sky, a foot shadow suddenly fell, directly kicking Bai Xiaopang and the mule into the void, and was submerged by the sea of blood below.
In the end, Bai Xiaopang roared, "You guys, all kill me!"
In the sky, Zhong Chi was mighty, Bai Xiaopang's words were like the rules of the avenue, the holy decree of the sky, resounding in everyone's ears, the complexion of the Eight Banners changed sharply, the original anger was gone at this moment, and it became extremely remorseful, slaughtering tens of millions of people, and at this moment it suddenly seemed that his conscience was discovered, with a sad face and old tears.
Without the slightest hesitation, draw your sword and kill yourself!
The dragon clan tribes were suddenly stunned, and looked at the Eight Banners in front of them dumbfounded, and their hearts were shocked, they never thought that one day, the Eight Banners would collectively kill themselves.
In the middle of the car, the Great Elder's face changed drastically, his heart was flustered, and he looked at the white-clothed Qingxiang sadly, but who knew that the white-clothed Qingxiang shook his head, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This time, he has only one task, which is to break the dragon clan's formation, and the rest has nothing to do with him!"
Looking at the bloodstained sky firmament, the Eight Banners committed suicide with remorse, and the hundreds of millions of monks watching the battle at this moment were shocked, "This ...... The saint in red, it's really powerful, it turns out ...... The rumor that he wiped out a million troops in one word was not false, the power of one sentence was so terrifying and terrifying!"
Above Cangyu, Wan Qi Zhutian frowned slightly, his body shook, his fist shook, the speed was extremely fast, and the strength was even more terrifying, even the stars in the sky could be shattered, and it slammed on the shoulder of the Heavenly Holy Son, and the Kuku sounded, the shoulder blades of the Heavenly Holy Son were completely shattered, and his arm flew into the air.
The Heavenly Saint Son was also slammed into the ground by this punch, smashing out a thousand-foot pit.
Then, Wan Qi Xutian waved his robe, raised his hand and fell down Cangyu, hurriedly in the sea of blood, lifted Bai Xiaopang up, his eyes swept Bai Xiaopang like a torch, he saw that this guy was uncomfortable, unconsciously twisted his waist, with a charming face, you dyed a smile on your fat face, and her fish-like eyes were affectionate towards Wan Qian Zhutian's eyebrows.
The corners of Wan Qi's mouth twitched slightly, and with another kick, he kicked Bai Xiaopang into the sea of blood.
Bai Xiaopang shouted, his face was bitter, and he felt very incredible, "The power of his rules didn't play a role in the slightest, why is that...... Could it be that he fell in love with himself, and only those who fell in love with him or the strongest would be immune to the power of his own rules...... But when he looked horizontally and vertically, the shabby face of the middle-aged man in this linen robe didn't look like a strong man."
Thinking of this, Bai Xiaopang couldn't help but shudder, "No...... No, you can't let him fall in love with himself, this is a middle-aged man, no matter how bad he is, he has to be suave, and Yushu is in the wind...... Well, it's still the light cold boss who is the best candidate!"
Who knows, Wan Qi Xutian in Cangyu actually felt Bai Xiaopang's thoughts, and he was even more cold, and lifted Bai Xiaopang up from the sea of blood, waving his sleeve robe, only hearing the chaotic sound of the knife light, and when everyone was dazzling, Bai Xiaopang completely became bald, and his hair was floating in the air.
"Ah, my hair", Bai Xiaopang whimpered, very frightened, "Boss Qinghan, this bastard is going to cut my hair, quickly chop him alive for me!"
"Grandma, do you know who I am, I'm a red-clothed saint, you let go now, I can spare your life!"
"Dead mule, where are you?
Wan Qi Zhutian's face became more and more cold, and he forgot to glance at the Feather Emperor, and the Feather Emperor immediately understood, the longbow was volleyed into the air, and nine arrows without arrow feathers were placed on the bowstring, and they directly cut through the void with a bang, and flames were born in the air due to the extreme speed, and they fell on the top of Bai Xiaopang's head.
The smoke was filled, and Bai Xiaopang screamed, and there were already nine more ring scars on the top of his head!
"You want to become a Buddha and cross the world!"
Wan Qi Zhutian's voice is like an ancient immortal sound, which cannot be resisted, after Bai Xiaopang listened, he was inexplicably quiet, sitting in the void, and there was already a trace of compassion around his body, his eyes were full of peace, like surrounded by sandalwood, and the sound of Buddha was permeated, "Amitabha, I have no desire!"
Jun Qinghan was shocked, Wan Qi Zhutian's words actually changed Bai Xiaopang's state of mind!
In the void, Wan Qi Zhutian looked at Bai Xiaopang who was sitting cross-legged, but he didn't look like a person in the Buddhist sect, his arm shook in the void, and suddenly a robe appeared on Bai Xiaopang's body, and a holy Buddha relic was directly slapped by Wan Qi Zhutian from the top of Bai Xiaopang's head, as if he had been empowered.
At the same time, a string of Heavenly Buddha beads hung around Bai Xiaopang's neck, and a golden wand was inserted between Bai Xiaopang's legs.
Jun Qinghan's complexion kept changing, I didn't know whether such a change was good or bad for Bai Xiaopang, and he was about to move forward, but he was stopped by a holy dragon envoy, "Although his voice is desolate and his behavior is weird, his heart is desireless and wantless, which is infinitely consistent with the purpose of Buddhism, but in a thought, he is a monk who has attained the Tao, and what he should do to punish the heavens is tantamount to guiding him to a road, to sanctify the Buddha, and to ascend to the immortal with the Buddha!"
After doing all this, Wan Qi Zhutian kicked Bai Xiaopang into the sea of blood with one kick.
The sea of blood surged, Bai Xiaopang entered the sea of blood, and the mule was caught by Wan Qi Zhutian again, in front of Wan Qi Zhutian, the mule obviously became very cautious, and the powerful power made him a little breathless.
After carefully looking at the mule for a long time, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Wan Qi Zhutian's mouth, "Babu, it has become like this!"
Wan Qi's voice was not loud, but it was enough for Jun Qinghan to hear it, and the faces of the dragon clan changed slightly, "Eight parts, the ancient beast of the Buddhist family, the mount of the Holy Buddha of Hundred Tribulations tens of thousands of years ago...... Legend has it that it feathered with it, but I didn't expect it to still exist in the world."
Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt rose, "According to the ancient records of the Dragon Clan, Babu is not like this, this is completely a mule, is it not willing to be lonely?"
The mule let out two wails, as if to say something, but everyone couldn't understand, Wan Qi Zhutian smiled, but did not kick the mule into the sea of blood, looked back at the sky, eyebrows slightly raised, under the sky, the remaining Eight Banners were less than a hundred people, but seeing its appearance, it was the end of the strong crossbow.
As for the chariot, I don't know when it disappeared, and no one in the dragon clan noticed it.
"This war should be over", the robe was flying, Wan Qi Zhutian looked up at the direction of the Eight Banners Ancient Clan, and spoke indifferently, spreading hundreds of millions of territories, "With me, all the kings of the world, you don't want to control the continent, don't think that you are invincible in the world if you get the ancient inheritance, this Qinglian Continent, but there is still a forbidden power that surpasses the ancient world!"
Saying that, Wan Qi's heavenly robe was flying, like a blood-colored banner with smoke everywhere, dancing hundreds of millions of blood-stained territories, and hundreds of millions of monks in the world were terrified, only to feel that the major secret places in the Qinglian Continent were trembling incomparably at this moment, and even the dry mulberry domain and the anti-world mound emitted a fierce aura, which made people chill.
In just a few breaths, the Eight Banners powerhouse in the sky was completely killed.
"Want to run?" Above the universe, Wan Qi Zhutian shook his head and grabbed the Heavenly Saint Son who was pretending to be dead in the abyss......