Thunderstorm.

The creatures of the Three Realms are all discolored.

Let's say that when the king was just cracked by the thunder robbery, he wanted to push away the Fahai who came over, but his divine body was shattered by the thunder, and he lost his blood, and how much strength did he have with only the primordial god?

It is said that it is too late for ordinary people to hide when they see the thunder, and this is the first time they have encountered a hard one.

For a while, the king didn't know whether he was a master of art and bold, or ignorant and fearless.

Just as I was about to persuade him a few more words.

"Kacha!"

A thunderbolt slammed down.

Bang Chang Chang –

Seeing that the thunder was thrown out of Fahai's hand to collect a purple gold bowl, Zizizizi——, the purple gold bowl was wrapped in plasma, although it was blessed by Fahai's Buddha light, but a thunderbolt cracked down, and it also gave birth to a bit of darkness.

"It won't last long." Fahai looked solemn.

"Monk, why is that?"

"The donor is determined to die early, although the poor monk is an ordinary monk, he can also sense that the donor still has unwilling resentment in his heart."

Katsa!

Another thunderbolt cracked down, and the purple gold bowl was already scorched black, unstable in mid-air, swaying left and right.

"The little monk has studied Buddhism all his life, but the Dharma is shallow so far, but this time he can't get through the donor, let alone save the donor... I can only ask the donor's last wish under this calamity, and I can do my best."

Rumble!

Another thunderstorm cracked, the purple gold bowl had long been gone, falling from mid-air, Fahai put the bowl in his sleeve, looked up at the clouds, and the immortal yuan shook all over his body, gathering into a vajra magic cover, resisting a thunder.

"The widow's life is full of sins, and if you say sorry things... It's nothing more than two things, one of them, I'm sorry for the ancestors; Second, I'm sorry for the people... Now that a widow looks like this, he has no shame in asking for forgiveness." Saying this, the king looked at Fahai: "Monk, if you say that the widow is the most unwilling, it is because I still don't know who is plotting in the Nuwa Palace, so that I have been confused... If you really have a heart, and you have the fate to find that person in the future, please ask the widow to ask him two questions, why? Why?"

"If you understand a little, come here and tell me."

"Amitabha."

After a Buddha horn, Fahai looked at the high place and the complete tribulation thunder brewed, and sighed lightly: "The donor is the first person who may successfully survive the Buddha's flames, but unfortunately he did not do his best, so he broke free from it, attracting such a catastrophe, the little monk is not talented... May I do great things for the benefactor."

"Mighty Dragon!"

"World-honored Jizo!"

"Prajna Buddhas!"

"Prajnaba, coax!"

"Wyvern—in the sky!"

Fahai stretched out his hand and took a shot, and the flying dragon staff obtained from Lingji Bodhisattva's hand flew out of thin air.

"Go!"

Roar –

The Wyvern Scepter turned into a golden dragon, and in the direction of Fahai's guidance, it seemed that it was about to crash directly into the clouds.

Boom, Kacha——!

At this moment, the purple lightning in the catastrophic cloud went straight down, colliding with the dragon head, and everyone looked sideways... For a while, I didn't know that it was the golden dragon that swallowed the thunder, and the thunder pierced the flying dragon.

Roar!

It was the sound of a dragon moaning that covered the sky, and it seemed to drown out the roar in the thunderclouds.

Boom Boom!

Five thunders descended into the world, and in an instant, the flying dragon that was still dancing was shattered into powder, and then I saw thousands of thunderbolts roaring -

Not only the King of Zhou, but even Fahai is also shrouded in it. ….

"Amitabha."

Seeing the heavenly Buddha chanting again, Fahai did not retreat half a step, sitting in the thunderclouds, the Buddha chanted brilliantly, although he did not know what kind of scriptures he recited, but saw a relic phantom above his head, and the light of the Buddha accompanied by the thunder together into the Yuan Shen of the King of Xuan.

The gods really saw it, Master Sanzang really condensed the relics?!

When Yang Jian arrived belatedly, he saw that the karma in the Yuan Shen of the King of Xuan had almost dissipated, the relics of the Sanzang Master were full of cracks, and the Yuan Shen, which was almost about to be dissolved, had opened its arms to meet the last one

Thunder falls!

The clouds in mid-air are still black and oppressive, devouring people's hearts... It's just that he can see clearly that Master Sanzang is already at the end of his strong crossbow, and he is all supported by that relic phantom... That's it, and the onlookers are impressed, what kind of cultivation is this?

Can you use this to shake the thunder?

The king looked at the Sanzang Master who was wearing a monk's robe that had long been torn, and sighed: "I hate that I can't know the holy monk early, and I hate why I want to find the holy monk, and drag the holy monk into such a dangerous place.

Thunder roared.

The Heavenly Tribulation poured into the Yuan Shen of the King of Xuan, and Fahai slowly closed his eyes.

Zhang Guifang knelt on the ground and cried out bitterly.

Zhang Kui and other star monarchs bowed down to see off His Majesty-

"Whoop—whoop—what a thief!"

Just when everyone thought that the king of Xuan was falling, but when they heard the scolding of the king of the ring in the thunder light, Fahai got up angrily, but saw that the thunder light wrapped the king of the Yuan Shen and released tens of millions of purple electricity, only in his Yuan Shen wildly, but he did not detonate for a long time, and it was actually to torture the Yuan Shen of the King of the Zhou Dynasty, so that he could not be freed!

"Huh... Ahem, ahem, ahem!

！」 The king's eyes were almost lost, and he cried out in sorrow: "Alone by heaven! Let you wait for it, this is a lesson against the sky!"

"Why is that?" Fahai glared at the sky, and his body trembled slightly.

The Great Sage jumped to the master's side, supported the master, and with the same look of disgrief, he pointed straight at the sky, "It's really not human!"

Yang Jian's eyebrows were shining in the sky, and a divine light shot into the tribulation cloud, as if he wanted this calamity cloud to be dispersed, but instead it attracted a thunder light, and followed the divine light to devour his heavenly eye.

Swish!

The three-pointed, two-edged knife stood in front of him, knocking out thunderbolt sparks.

The Great Sage plucked a handful of monkey hair, conjured up tens of millions of avatars, and wanted to rush into the clouds to scatter them, but saw the thunder flashing in the clouds, and a burst of scorching gas came after a while.

"Master, this Heavenly Tribulation is clearly going to target the King of the Emperor." The Great Sage's face was gloomy, and he slowly said four words, "To sacrifice the king, not only to kill chickens and monkeys, but to knock on the mountains and shock the tigers."

Seeing that the King of Su was almost scattered but forcibly wrapped in a primordial spirit by thunder, Fahaifa's expression suddenly froze, and he said to the Great Sage, "Wukong, protect the Dharma for me!"

Yang Jian saw this scene, the wind under his feet, flew to Fahai's side, arched his hand towards Fahai, and protected the Fahai together on the other side.

Fahai's palms flew up, his fingertips and handprints gave birth to phantoms, and the mantra in his mouth was long, and he saw that his already dark Buddha light was shining again... All poured into the cracked relics.

Everyone didn't know what Fahai was going to do, but the clouds in mid-air seemed to have a sense, and ten thousand thunders were induced. Fortunately, with the support of Yang Jian and the Great Sage, he didn't let a piece of thunder get involved. ….

Then the little white dragon came with a gun, Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin followed, and the four fierce stars also stepped into the thunder pool...

At this moment, Fahai shouted: "Protect the Yuan Shen of the King of Xuan!"

When everyone heard this, they all looked sideways, it turned out that the tribulation cloud saw that it couldn't stop the Sanzang mage from casting a spell for a while, and it was about to detonate the tribulation thunder that wrapped the Yuan God of the King of Xuan!

"Boom!"

There was a strong sound in the clouds, it was actually Wen Taishi sitting on the ink unicorn, the horizontal bar between the king and the clouds, a body of divine light, one hand in front of the divine thunder, the other hand pinched the Shangqing Dao method, and pointed to the Yuan Shen of the king of Xuan.

Then he saw the thunder that was about to burst, and it was extinguished in an instant.

In the thunder light, Master Wen's hair fluttered, and when he looked at the king with his eyes, in addition to a little relief, there was also a touch of pity... After all, he watched the king ascend the throne as an adult, how could he not know the temperament of Zishou?

Besides, he is a great immortal of the sect, how did he not know that he was in Xiqi back then?

When did a person who can intercept the religion believe in the fortune of heaven?

I ordered me to cut it off!

Then I saw the thirty-six Thunder Mansion Heavenly Generals, supporting Wen Taishi's body, forming a large array to resist the thunder.

Among them, there are ten unique series of battles, showing a sky-high evil spirit.

"Thank you, Tianzun!"

Fahai eventually formed a Jizo Root Seal, two middle fingers

To the sky, the relics on the top are induced and poured into the primordial gods of the king of Xu——

Peng!

Then I heard a cracking sound.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned, and it turned out to be the relics forcibly condensed by Master Sanzang, and the moment they entered the Yuan Shen of the King of Xuan, they could no longer maintain their shape and shattered into nine pieces...

"It's it!

！」

But I saw that these nine relics, under the guidance of Master Sanzang, went straight to the deepest part of the Yuan Shen of the King of Xuan, and it was actually the forbidden package that placed the god list in the depths of his Yuan Shen.

At this time, I only listened to the Buddha's chant in the sky, uploaded to the nine heavens, and penetrated the yellow spring, saying: "I, well, what, horn, Mi, huh!"

Bang!

Another shattering sound.

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