The crowd controlled by the four fierce trapped souls is extremely difficult to deal with with the blessing of the dead baby's tainted blood.

There was a flash of fierceness in his eyes, and he saw another thing appear in Fa Chan's empty hand.

"Hmph! Drunk and asked Zen, let Er wait for the death of the four murderers today. ”

The white light flashed, and Shangguan saw clearly the item in Fa Chandun's empty hand, which was actually a piece of white bone!

There are seven holes in the white bones, in the shape of a flute.

"Fierce Bone Flute? Fazen is empty, you can't tolerate it!"

Breaking Wu Mingming burst into shouts, broke through with his wild palms, and the palm wind was fierce.

"Hah, are you looking for death?"

As soon as Neiyuan gathered, the evil light erupted, and a palm hit the fly to break the understanding of the obscure.

The entrance of the bone flute, the magic sound is deafening.

A warrior monk couldn't bear it, and he actually bled to death.

Seeing this, I didn't dare to hesitate, the inner yuan was all over my body, and the Buddhist chant was endless, but I could only try my best to resist.

Blood continued to burst out from the nose and mouth.

Drunken and asked, "All the warrior monks!"

"We're all here!"

Ask the slash and wave, drunk and ask Zen: "King Ming subdued the demon!"

"Receive the decree!"

Hearing the drunken order to ask Zen, the remaining twelve warrior monks urged the inner yuan, and the scepter formed a formation.

Surrounded by drunken and Zen, a swastika array was formed, and suddenly the Buddha seal descended from the sky, and the wind swept away the evil clouds.

"Do you think you can compete with the four murderers in this way?"

Laughing, Fazen suddenly appeared again in the sky, a bead as black as ink?

Fazen suddenly smiled and said, "Have you ever seen this thing?"

Immediately, he replied: "This is called the Soul Bead, only by using a special method to extract the soul of a dying person and seal it, can it be made, for this Soul Bead, I am the ultimate name of many people by myself!"

Anger rose suddenly, drunk and asked Zen: If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, Dharma Zen is empty, if I don't kill you today, I will spend my life to the Buddha!

"Buddha, hmph! It's just a sect that rejects the existence of others!"

With a wave of his hand, the Soul Bead spiraled out, and the evil power released made Shangguan's heart shake.

And the besieging crowd was even more murderous because of this evil force.

The twelve warrior monks are protecting the array with golden light at this moment, living and breathing, and the drunken Zen who surrounds them raised their ancient swords and asked to cut the ancient sword, and a trace of sword intent emanated, this is pure sword intent, and it can only be inspired by the swordsman touching the second realm of the sword.

The sword intent generated by the first realm of the swordsman can only be regarded as the artistic conception of the swordsmanship itself, and the sword intent generated by the second realm of the swordsman is the artistic conception of the swordsman himself, which is not only a qualitative leap, but also far more powerful.

The sword intent stimulated by drunken questioning at this moment is its own heroic righteousness, and it is the sword of the Buddha!

Inspired by drunken questioning, Liu Zhengrong thought thoughtfully and waved the long sword, which was the starting style of the self-created swordsmanship "Sword One, Kill", fusing his own murderous energy with the sword body, and urging the move formed by the inner element, but at this moment there was a trace of extra breath but it was not obvious.

Mo Feng ink sword renders landscape ink paintings, the most beautiful, the most beautiful, the most glamorous swordsmanship is still poignant.

The sword of killing is at the peak, and the four styles are combined to ask the sky.

Abandon the sword and start your hand, and then the sword destroying style broke out violently, the sword light of the broken sword type soared the sky, and the sword destroying style swept the ten directions.

Abandon the sword and don't think about it, destroy the sword in ten directions, break the sword in the sea, and break life and death without a sword.

The four sword styles are fused into one move, the wind sweeps the thunder, and the ink sword slashes the demon.

Two swordsmen and one swordsman, both are killing swords, and at this moment three swords destroy demons.

Drunk and asked Zen: "Ask about sin and kill evil, burn the sky and destroy it!"

Liu Zhengrong: "Jian Yi, kill!"

Mo Feng: "Four styles are one, broken!"

There was a shocking bang, and half of the crowd was annihilated under the three-person sword, and the Burial Male Mountain suddenly turned into a sea of blood.

Fazen suddenly retreated, and the scorn on his lips was still the same.

Mo Feng's three internal elements were depleted, and they looked at them coldly.

"Haha, it's worthy of being a swordsman, but now it's just three murders, get ready to see the real hell coming!"

The flamboyant words made Shangguan vaguely uneasy, and his cultivation was all urged.

Sanwu is still calm and rational in the face of life and death enemies at this moment, and he is still fierce with only his left arm left.

forgot the opportunity, broke the enlightenment and the two guarded Mo Feng and others, and the Buddhism movement came out.

The body has already been dyed red, the people have long been numb, thousands of people have died in the hands of Shangguan and others, only the anger in the heart is burning more and more.

Raise your right hand high, and the Dharma Zen will mention the magic skill again in the air, and the evil law will come out again.

The fourth murderer had a pair of deep eyes, lying quietly in his hands.

"The eyes of vain fall into the world and delusional, and the evil fire is born!"

The sky descends from the reverse spinning gossip, dead babies, bone flutes, soul beads, eyes.

The murderous creatures that have been prepared for a long time by the four Dharma Zens are full of the power of the unjust ghosts, and they descend to the illusion of demons.

Above the reverse gossip, the four murderers rotate.

The twelve warrior monks just took a look at it, and their souls were buried in Xiongshan.

When the illusion came, Shangguan only felt in a trance.

I faintly heard drunk Zen shouting to keep to my heart.

The picture flowed, and Shangguan found himself in a small city.

"This, here?"

Unsure in his heart, Shangguan walked all the way until a familiar person appeared.

"Daddy?"

Shangguan shouted, but the person in front of him did not react.

"What's going on? Why? Daddy, Mother, the child is here!"

Shangguan was excited at the moment, but his parents couldn't hear his voice!

Time passed quietly, and Shangguan had finished reading his life in his previous life, and his heart had already been torn apart inch by inch.

From the corners of the eyes, from the nose and mouth, blood gushed out.

Mo Feng, Sanwu and the others were in a hurry, Shangguan had been in a coma for a long time, and blood continued to gush out from the seven orifices.

Drunken and Zen, breaking the enlightenment and obscurity, forgetting the three of them Buddha Gong urged to form an enchantment to resist the landing of the reverse gossip. You can't get out.

"Ha! Shangguan Jinghong has been burned with fire, wait for death!"

Analyzing the situation in his mind, there is no threat for the time being, as long as it is night, the ghost Buddha will inevitably break through the seal, and when the time comes, the outer realm, descend, live, fight, and die!

Shangguan's picture changed again at this moment, a familiar scene, the air around him was hot and dry, the abyss in front of him was full of magma rolling, a rotating elixir, two strange flames, and a woman who was shocked.

That was the biggest regret in Shangguan's life.

Yaxin!

"Young master, don't forget Yaxin, if Yaxin wants to be the young master's wife in the next life, she is willing to give everything for the young master Yaxin!"

Recreate the scene, the person who said goodbye, the future has time to speak, and history repeats itself.

"Yaxin!

The familiar heartache came again, even if the numb person still hurt to the bone marrow.

Man is unconscious!

Drunken Qianzen looked at Shangguan who was red and fainting all over, although he had the heart to help, he was helpless.

The red light in Mo Feng's eyes was like destroying everything.

"Fazen is empty, if something happens to Shangguan, today! Lao Tzu will let you break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

"I just want to taste that kind of taste, Shangguan Jinghong will definitely not live for a quarter of an hour, and you will have to die today!"

In the darkness, Shangguan's fainting body was covered with golden light, and the lotus swastika was running on its own, and the chaotic inner elements in his body were gradually transformed.

"This is, junior brother, look like my Buddhist exercises. ”

Breaking the understanding and obscurity, he asked Zen drunk, and looked at Shangguan who was working with golden light at the moment.

The eyes were shocked.

"All appearances are vain. If you see things that are not like each other, you see them as they are. ”

A Buddha voice woke up the people in the game, and Shangguan's thoughts were clear.

"Isn't my heart now resurrecting Yaxin? How can I fall here? Yaxin! I want to resurrect Yaxin. ”

"Just a fantasy, how can I stop my way!"

Neiyuan broke out, and Shangguan broke through the obstacle of heart fire.

The original heart was extinguished and the fire burned in his body, Shangguan suddenly opened his eyes but found that the Yuan Gong in his body kept skyrocketing, breaking through the first level of martial arts for a while, and reaching the peak of the second level of martial arts in an instant.

Haoran slapped his palm on the surprised drunken Zen body, and the Lotus Flower Holy Skill was continuously entered.

"Okay, good pure Buddha power. ”

I didn't have time to think about it, and the drunken Zen felt a surge of pure power of Buddhism, and suddenly I sank into it.

A word forgets the machine, and the judgment is reckless at the moment, and the inner yuan is constantly conveyed to the drunk and asked Zen.

The vigor exploded, and the three of Shangguan couldn't help but retreat, only to see the drunken Zen eyes of the successful Zen Question, angry like Thunder King Kong, and majestic as the immovable Ming King.

One word at a time: "The secret style of Buddhism."

Broken, Sea, Zen, Song"