Chapter 619: A Rightful Victory

In the midst of the scolding and scolding of the feathers, the huge blue bird first rushed towards the three thousand Buddha cultivators on the opposite side!

And the millions of gods rediscovered the backbone of the heart at the moment when the blue bird opened his mouth to curse.

The white lord once said that seeing the green lord is like seeing him!

Although the green lord has a dirty mouth, if there is anything, the green lord will always be the one who takes the lead.

And this time it's still the case, although the mouth is dirty, but it's still with the master, not for the master!

Leading by example is the most inspiring!

Under the leadership of the hair, the shouts of killing resounded all over the world.

Millions of gods rushed towards the three thousand Buddha cultivators who were standing still like the waves of the sea.

The three thousand Buddha cultivators coldly watched the millions of gods in front of them rushing towards the Pure Land of Buddhism with auspicious clouds, and the faces of the Buddhist cultivators were full of martial law, but they did not move.

One side rushed to kill, and the other side just stood quietly in place, such a strange scene, even the hair that had just been planted in the Buddha Gate stopped a little confused.

In the disappointed gaze of the Buddhas, they stopped outside the Pure Land of Buddhism, and the bird's eyes looked at the bald people in the distance with some great wisdom.

"Grass, these bald people are motionless like Wang Ba, there must be ghosts! Stop for you! With a wing in his mouth, he instantly turned his head and shouted at the gods who rushed past.

There were so many millions of gods that they stopped in their tracks at the roar of their hairs, but they were pushed forward by the gods behind them like a tide.

Hundreds of unlucky eggs were pushed onto the Pure Land of Buddhism, and they suddenly screamed miserably, melting like cheese on a hot pan.

In the regretful gaze of the Buddha, the gods scolded the bald people in the distance:

"Grandma Lee's! I know that you bald people play yin! ”

"If you have the ability to come out, you can fight with the god for a hundred rounds!"

"The hundreds of buddies who were melted are not dead, they are not dead, they are not dead, if they die, your land will be separated!"

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And the hundreds of unlucky eggs that melted on the spot instantly turned into divine light and flew in the direction of their fiefdom.

And the golden body enshrined in the world instantly collapsed and shattered.

Hundreds of unlucky people scolded and returned to their temples to reshape their golden bodies.

Shouting in his mouth, after reshaping the golden body, he is killing back.

I just don't know if it's too late!

The gods are worshiped in the world, and the golden body is in the world, which has many wonderful uses, and can even die once in place of the god's body.

Although he lost a few hundred unlucky eggs at the beginning, it was not very harmful to the millions of gods, and it did not endanger the roots.

But it was extremely insulting, after all, before the battle, hundreds of them were sent away.

It doesn't seem to have any cards on your side.

But now I can't get over it, I can't beat it, I can only stand in front of the pure land of Buddhism, and I can't talk crazy at the group of bald people who are looking at me coldly in the distance.

Compared with the monks who cultivated in Buddhism, these gods who came from the human world were either the souls of the original human world, or they were once loose cultivators.

The strength is unknown, and the mouth is extremely smelly.

Under the extreme language art of the gods, the Buddhist monks who could still maintain their demeanor like people gradually broke through their defenses, pointing to the gods on the opposite side and scolding with quality:

"Eh, you're going too far!"

"You're so noisy! It's like a well-fed duck in a pond! ”

"Stop arguing!"

The gods, who were originally talking crazy about the Buddhist cultivators, almost had their noses soaked in their noses when they heard the Buddhist monks' rebuke.

That's it?

Is this embarrassing to come out and scold the street?

Let you famous and decent people, the Nine Holy Lands see the power of our mouth-strong immortals today!

Millions of gods, led by the fluttering of their wings and the scolding of their feet, scolded even more fiercely.

The bigwigs on both sides decided the winner in the chaos, and the two sides could only face a pure land and greet each other's ancestors.

And in the chaos, Bai Feiyu kept waving the measuring ruler in his hand.

The chaos was constantly broken open by the huge ruler phantom, and it was smashed towards the Thousand-Handed Buddha.

And Huizhi, who was sitting on the seven-colored lotus platform, folded his hands and kept reciting the scriptures.

With the blessing of the scriptures, the Thousand-Armed Buddha behind him smashed countless arms wielding Buddhist instruments towards the ruler phantom.

Between the two sides, under the tumbling of earth, fire, wind and water, the chaotic qi boiled and surged like boiling hot water.

It seems that the two of them have only passed one move, and it seems that they have passed countless moves.

Finally, when Bai Feiyu swung down with a foot, Huizhi's tightly closed hands were suddenly shaken away.

The movement of the Thousand-Armed Buddha paused.

At this moment, the huge ruler phantom instantly shattered the Thousand-Armed Buddha and smashed it on Huizhi, who was sitting on the Colorful Lotus Platform.

Huizhi and the colorful lotus platform were smashed in an instant.

But in the next second, Huizhi and the Colorful Lotus Platform reappeared in front of Bai Feiyu.

Among the three thousand Buddha cultivators, no one noticed that a great monk suddenly disappeared.

Although he was substituted for death once, Huizhi was obviously injured to the root under this foot, and golden blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Amitabha, thank you for keeping your hand!" Huizhi bowed slightly to Bai Feiyu, thanking Bai Feiyu for not taking advantage of the victory to pursue.

Bai Feiyu held the measuring ruler in his hand, looked at Huizhi in front of him, and asked with interest: "Monk, if you let go of your resistance, I can't make you a god master!" ”

After all, Shinto lacks top monks, and now that he has met a monk who has not yet become an immortal, but can be on par with an immortal like himself, Bai Feiyu also raised his love for talent and exported to solicit him.

Huizhi looked at Bai Feiyu, who was dressed in white in front of him, shook his head and said, "The little monk just thanked the donor for keeping his hand, but he didn't say that he lost!" ”

It's all beaten like this, and you're still hard-mouthed or something?

It's obviously a complete victory!

Bai Feiyu's eyes were cold, the monk in front of him actually toasted and didn't eat and drink?

Just as he wanted to raise the measuring ruler in his hand, Huizhi recited the Buddha's name in a low voice and disappeared into the chaos.

Say hit and fight, say go and go?

Who do you think of me?

Today, Buddhism will fall!

After that, there will be eight holy places left between heaven and earth!

Bai Feiyu stepped forward angrily, and also disappeared into the chaos.

And at the moment when the two of them disappeared, a Qinglian sword light directly broke through the chaos and appeared in the place where the two disappeared.

Leng Qingsong, who was dressed in black, appeared here with his body exposed, frantically looking around, trying to find the traces left by the two just now.

Leng Qingsong, who was exiled from the chaos by Ouyang Design, no longer has the Dragon Field Enlightenment, and the two swords are full of spirit.

Even if Leng Qingsong was given a choice, he would rather he had never attained enlightenment, or even never cultivated!

Leng Qingsong was like a mad demon looking for it, and he kept muttering, "Where is it?" Where is it? Where is it! ”

The murmur turned into a hoarse roar, madly stirring the chaos and venting his anger.

Leng Qingsong, who was looking for fruitless results, frantically pounded his head, regretting that he was one step late.

Then he turned into a blue lotus sword light again and disappeared in place, looking around like crazy for how to return to that piece of heaven and earth!