"My Buddha is compassionate. ”

The big-bellied monk leaped over, and when he stopped King Agu, he was still thinking in his heart, where is Ah Huang Ah Hua sacred?

I don't know what this shijie Buddha looks like, but the color of the monk's robe is the same, either yellow or gray without any shine, but it is also in line with the low-key style of the world. The dirty man was originally bright in a green robe, but unfortunately he was painted green and covered with oil, mud and dirt, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was a strange person.

"Demon, don't give the head yet!"

The monk launched, and the Taoist priest was not slow. The two of them knew in their hearts that if Thirteen Lang couldn't use force, he might have water, but Huo Yuesuo couldn't help but stay, otherwise, the crime of colluding with Shanjun would be settled.

Disciples outside the world can do what they want, and they don't care about rumors. When the rumors really come and are enough to affect the reputation of the world, they have to fight this battle, even if they are explicitly called cats and dogs, they have to endure it.

In front of him, the fat monk looked much smaller, like a fat insect raising its limbs and waving its claws. With the sound of the Buddha's horn, the large vat in the monk's hand suddenly brightened, and the golden light with the divine aura erupted from the mouth of the cylinder, forming a golden pillar of light.

I suddenly heard the fountain roaring in my ears, and it was like an angry dragon rushing out from under the pool, and a silver war dragon was bathed in the light of the Buddha, and the Buddha was majestic and full of wine

It's strange here, Buddhism doesn't care about the appearance, the pink skeletons look the same, so there is no difference between using a cylinder or a drum or a futon, but even the wine is dressed in Buddha clothes, I don't know if the Buddha will be angry because of this.

In contrast, the Taoist priest who was sour and unsightly was much more elegant, his body was flying up and down like a light leaf, the abacus in his right hand was constantly shaking, and he could not hear a trace of movement around, but his eyes could see a circle of "sounds" like an awl, spinning and pouring into the hole that was the ears of King Agu.

Hundred-foot giants. The ears and eyes are almost the same, oh, there is a big bowl, and it has to be a big bowl.

The voice of the demon descends on ghosts, and no matter how strong the Rakshasa is, it still evolves from ghosts, and it is inevitable that it will be restrained. The dirty man muttered a few incantations in his mouth, his left hand trembled slightly, and thousands of light wires popped out immediately. Like a needle piercing the body of King Agu's mountain, pull it harder. Almost at the same time, the monk held aloft the golden pillar and smashed it viciously with the drunk, swaying and drunken silver dragon.

It's like a bean sprout beating a bear with a pillar on its head, the oversized kind.

The posture of the two monks fighting was very strange, and the power was not as funny as it looked; as soon as they made a move, the three-hundred-zhang battlefield in everyone's eyes suddenly became wide, and thousands of lines around them rushed forward. It was as if he was tied to a rope and kept flying back.

Countless people felt that their knees were weak, and looking at the golden stick, they couldn't help but have the urge to worship in their minds. The Buddha is like a mountain, and the humming sound of stirring the air is also like the words of the Buddha, and the purity, the solemnity and sacredness, and most importantly, the feeling of connecting heaven and earth that only a monk can have, all make people afraid and bow down. Retreat 30,000 feet.

Buddhism and Taoism are the enemies of ghosts and things. Fowei repression. It is a hundred times more powerful than the original bitter-faced monk; the Taoist mantra is in the ears, and the heart-destroying soul is beyond the description of the absolute poison; the drunken dragon seems ridiculous, but the attack is the most vicious. As it approached, its body suddenly cracked. Incarnated into hundreds of millions of small droplets of wine-scented water, like arrows flying all over the body of King Agu.

It's wine, but it's wine with the light of the Buddha and the supreme power of the Buddha, if they get into the body of a ghost, what is the difference between swallowing a steel nail?

In the middle of the battlefield. King Agu's face was confused, as if he hadn't figured out how this had happened, but when the monk's attack came, the demon's body reacted instinctively, and there was no need for command at all. With a sharp roar, the body of Baizhang rotated like a top, and a knife and a fork were waved with it, which could not be called waving, it should be said that it was trembling, shaking out a thousand ripples in an instant like a wave.

The line of sight is folded, and the space becomes a layer of cloth that twists, turns, and zuihou repeatedly wraps around King Agu's body, accompanied by a layer of black mist that "floats" out of the skin, forming a tight, but flowing wall.

It's like a layer of skin has been peeled.

Ding Ding Ding

I don't know how many crisp voices sounded, and the golden pillar that was 100 zhang long and seven feet thick instantly cracked, disintegrated, and splashed, turning into thousands of golden particles;

The smell of fish and the aroma of wine are mixed together, the Buddha's light is full of ghostly energy, the beautiful scales of the body bloom in all directions, and the silver dragon can't help but wail one word at the same time: miserable!

"The Law of Space!"

The monk opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of pale golden blood, and his fat body lost weight three times in the blink of an eye; on the other side, the abacus in the hand of the filthy man collapsed into a big gap, and his left hand became bloody for some reason, and the originally handsome and dashing dust turned into a feather duster, and he was bald by a small half.

"It's not the law of space, it's force!" Thirteen Lang reminded, his voice revealing a hint of excitement.

10,000 catties meets 10,000 catties, and the two sides are equal. If one side is 10,000 catties and the other side is 100 catties, the result can be known without asking. King Agu didn't even know his senses, but his fighting instincts were comparable to those of the monks; the knives and forks dozens of zhang long were as light as feathers in his hands, invisible and elegant as the breeze, and every tremor was a cut with an effect equal to that of space, and each layer of folds struck the opponent's most sensitive and uncomfortable point.

The iron fork shattered the monk's Buddha light pillar into tens of millions of parts, and King Agu lowered ten meetings with one force, and pulled out his knife to cut off the Taoist priest's dust, which is equivalent to reversing the previous process and using the same skill.

That's the gap.

As Huo Yuesu said, evaluating the combat power of King Agu by the realm can only bring shame on oneself.

The wise people saw the more terrifying side, and during the battle, people saw King Agu, but if they closed their eyes, they only felt the monk and the Tao. Baizhang body, the realm of gods, no coercion, no breath, if it weren't for "seeing", I would feel that he didn't exist at all, just like a piece of sand, so ordinary as a grain of dust.

That's how it should be.

He's there, he's supposed to be there, so there's no way to notice.

Break the Orb. Forcing back the silver dragon, counteracting the Buddha's might, and breaking the dust, if time can be reversed and compared, you will find that the posture of King Agu is the same as the moment before the battle, even the angle of swinging the knife, the proportion of the fork. Even the distance between the two Optimus Pillar-thick legs did not change, as if a ruler had measured it.

That's precision.

The two gods besieged one god, and the monks who repaired the ghosts and mixed the rice to fight a fierce ghost were beaten like this with just one blow. King Agu still had that sometimes sober and sometimes confused expression on his face, and his body shrunk like a pot-bellied monk, and there was no other harm to be seen.

The same is shrinking, there is still a difference between King Agu and a monk, the monk is just thin, and King Agu will become shorter. The black color was slightly dull, and it didn't look as pure as it was just now. The two monks and Taoists were actually very powerful, and the attack was not in vain.

What's the use?

King Agu was 100 feet tall, and because of that collision, he shrank by one foot, and the monks and Taoists were damaged in their magic weapons, and their bodies were also injured. If this collision continues, ten of them may not be able to exchange.

I didn't have time to think too much, and King Agu got up again. A monk helplessly suppressed the awe in his heart, and roared to meet him again.

"Xiao Shisanlang!"

King Agu has lost his mind. only knew to act according to the instructions he received, and after forcing back the two people, he did not chase and kill, and took the target with a move and a fork. What made the two monks and Taoists indignant and unbearable was that Thirteen Lang didn't participate in the war, he didn't even want to move, and waited for them to fight hard.

"What's it called. I'm busy. ”

"You go away!" The monk wanted to say that he couldn't take it, and he was embarrassed to say it.

"Don't hide, just collide like this, I'll help you find the flaw. ”

Thirteen Lang stared firmly at King Agu, to be precise, even with the fire moon suo sitting on his shoulder, staring at their every move.

"This is a warrior!"

From time to time, he gestured in his hand. Thirteen Lang looked emotional, suddenly turned around and said, "Do you want to help?"

Huo Linglong nodded immediately after being stunned, and at the same time pointed to her mouth with her finger, looking a little embarrassed.

She is a martial artist, and she feels the same way as Thirteen Lang about King Agu's way of fighting, but she feels like a feeling, how can she go into battle and personally recruit her. In other words, Huo Linglong couldn't hold it back for a long time, and because of the ban that couldn't be exported, if the soldiers couldn't stop drinking in battle, Linglong's strength would be reduced by three percent out of thin air.

"It's a matter of urgency, you can speak. ”

By mistake or with a clear heart, Thirteen Lang lifted the ban and smiled and encouraged.

"It's a rare opportunity, don't rush to beat him. ”

"Great!"

Knowing that Thirteen Lang was talking nonsense, the Linglong girl still felt very happy, and her good impression of Thirteen Lang increased greatly. She knew it would be a tough battle, but as a warrior, challenging the strong was an important way to improve herself, and she couldn't hold back just because the opponent was strong. Refining the body is also a practice, and when she reaches this point, she will also encounter similar problems in terms of perception, in other words, King Agu is an opponent that she can hardly find in the entire Canglang Star, and the battle is an opportunity.

As soon as the cheers began, the big red figure rose into the air like an arrow, and punched King Agu in the head. Compared to King Agu, Huo Linglong was as inconspicuous as a flea, but from the moment she appeared, the vast majority of Ghost Rakshasa attracted her attention, and even spared a hand.

Click, rub!

There was nothing fancy, a black, massive, twig-like fist slammed into the pink, white, inadequately clenched fist. A buzzing sound sounded in the ears of everyone around at the same time, and a black cloth seemed to flash in front of them, and many people fell to their knees on the spot, even Yuan Ying had to sit cross-legged to stop.

King Agu's figure slammed, and for the first time there was an angry look on his face. On the opposite side, the red shadow swept the air again, and the fire fluttered like a stone, and the arm that punched seemed to be misplaced, and the end of the fist suddenly appeared blood red.

"Roar!"

King Agu's eyes suddenly became clear, and he turned his head suddenly.

"Bold"

Almost at the same time, the fire moon sitting on the shoulders of King Agu shouted at the same time, and the fire moon hanging above his head brightened, and the fire moon grabbed three wisps of purple light smoke with both hands, and one end was connected to King Agu's chest, and he focused on mentioning it in the cheer.

"King's Landing!"

(To be continued......)