Fahai raised his arms, and above his head, the brilliant golden Buddha light soared into the sky, and under the vast light of the Buddha, the majestic sea of mana like a tsunami roared in all directions, and everyone was in the sea of mana of Fahai, and everyone's eyes widened.

"This, this mana!"

"He directly repelled the mana!

"Unbeatable, this bald donkey is invincible!"

At this moment, a piercing long whistle came from the opposite place, and in the extremely piercing sound, only a purple wave of qi rushed towards Fahai.

Fahai fixed his eyes and looked at the whistling figure, and clasped his hands together, "Dawei Tianlong, Kanglong has regrets!"

The mana sea around Fahai instantly condensed a terrifying tsunami, and in the shock wave of Jinhuanghuang Fahai, a mighty golden dragon that stretched for dozens of feet swam out, and with a long roar, the mighty golden dragon collided with the purple demonic air mass!

Boom –

A huge vibration sounded, and the mighty golden dragon was swept away by the purple demon qi mass, and in the middle of the demon qi group, the big demon leaked out of honor.

This monster has human cheeks, a horse's body, its body is covered with tiger stripes, and there is a pair of wings on its back, which at first glance seems to be a four-like, but if you look closely, you feel that this human head, horse body, tiger stripes, and eagle wings are very harmonious on his body.

Sha Seng was curious, "Senior brother, this, what is this?"

The monkey said, "Ying Zhao! The top ten fierce beasts in ancient times are relatively high! But this Ying Zhao bloodline should not be pure, you look at him, he was bombarded by the master, and he directly knocked out the prototype, tsk, too weak." ”

Sha Seng pointed to Yingzhao, "How does he compare?"

The monkey said, "This is not an equal-weight one, Jairus is the Nine Sons of the True Dragon, this thing is a desolate beast, and it is also the kind of monster beast that is a large group, Jairus is a limited edition, how can it be compared?"

Ying Zhao raised his head and looked at Fahai, "Holy monk, this king is familiar with the Journey to the West, according to the Journey to the West task, my Qiuming Mountain is not in the eighty-one difficulty, can you let us go?"

Fahai said calmly, "The donor knows that he is not in the Eighty-One Difficulty, why did he send demon soldiers to lead the warship to ambush the poor monk?"

Ying Zhao said, "Holy monk, the demon soldier is not sent by me, it is the wolf demon who does not listen to the call, and sends troops indiscriminately, he has died in the hands of the holy monk, this grievance should also end, please the holy monk look at the face of my Buddha's mercy, give the next way of life, and must build a shrine for the holy monk in the next place, and worship every year!"

Fahai raised his hand, and the golden light Buddha flames on his fingers converged to form a whirlpool, and the fingers faintly attracted the power of heaven and earth, and the vast sea of mana fell with Fahai's Buddha fingers, like the anger of Asura, and pointed towards Yingzhao.

The vast Dharma fell from the sky, without any nonsense, just like the legendary holy monk Tang San's burial.

The endless Buddha light rushed to Ying Zhao's body, Ying Zhao's fragile mana and the way of the god in no more than half a step under the tsunami of the devastating Buddha, it was like a paper house, withering rapidly, the endless wave of Buddha light dyed the sky golden, the moonlight was not visible, the daylight was gone, only the Buddha's anger remained.

Behind Fahai, the tattoo of the son of the true dragon faintly moved.

"Quick! I'm going to eat this!"

"Fahai! Hurry up! I'm going to eat this trick!"

"The bloodline of Yingzhao's desolation, I can absorb it, eat it, and you will become stronger!"

Fahai felt the burning of the tattoo on his back, and could clearly feel the imminent Jianhua Yuanshen, if it wanted to restore its true body, it had to continue to devour energy, and the real desolate vein was undoubtedly a great tonic.

At this moment, in the abrupt sea of Buddha, a white light faintly appeared!

Subconsciously, Fahai's eyes widened, and Fahai realized a danger, a mortal danger!

Fahai turned around sharply, however, Fahai was still slow.

A sword qi as thin as a hair directly passed through Fahai's right shoulder!

Fahai's whole person was pierced by this Bai Sensen's sword qi, his body was slightly blurred, boom-

Fahai's right arm and the small half of his body were directly cut by the sword qi!

The incision is as smooth as jade, and people even sigh that there is such a fast sword in this world.

The monkey, the sand monk, and the little white dragon were stunned, what's the matter, master, how did he be cut in half, how could he be injured with his pervert-level strength!

In the vast sea of Buddhism, Yingzhao's figure stabilized and soared into the sky, and he was about to escape.

"Where to go!"

Half of Fahai's body slammed into the face of Ying Zhao.

Ying Zhao turned around and continued to run.

"I'm here!"

The other half of Fahai's body blocked Yingzhao's retreat.

Ying Zhao looked at the two halves of Fahai blocking himself back and forth, and his hairs stood up for a while, "How come, why didn't you die?"

The two halves of Fahai laughed in unison, "I have to say, your sneak attack just now is really beautiful! Whether it is timing, intensity, or angle, it is perfect, but the poor monk is too strong, and the poor monk's recovery ability is very strong, such an injury only needs three numbers!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Boom - the two pieces of Fahai slammed together, Fahai recovered his body, and punched it, hitting Ying Zhao's cheek, Ying Zhao was hammered down by Fahai, like a meteorite.

Fahai jumped down, his knees turned to his knees, and with a gesture of the boy worshipping Guanyin, his knees smashed straight into Yingzhao's head.

This time, if you hit it, you will definitely die!

At this moment, the golden bowl in Fahai's arms burst out, and the hazy moonlight in the golden bowl burst out, and the moonlight dazzled into a barrier to envelop Na Ying's move, making Fahai's thunderbolt slash fall into nothing.

Fahai looked at the magic weapon of the golden bowl that did not obey the call, and then looked at the moonlight banshee Hanshan in front of him, "Female donor, do you want to be exceeded?"

Han Shan said respectfully, "Mage, do you know who left that sword qi?"

Fahai laughed, "Who stays, does it matter? It's just that the female benefactor, the poor monk collects demons, will only give one chance, and the second time you reverse the golden bowl, it will be a dead end." ”

Seeing the gathering of the rich Buddha flames in Fahai's hands, the Hanshan Fairy said, "His name is Li Qingyi!"

Hearing this, Fahai subconsciously slapped his palm suddenly, "Lie to me?"

The moonlight watched the sea Buddha's palm fall, turned around, and the moonlight banshee turned into a white-bearded old monk, the old monk was wearing a cyan robe, carrying a sword behind his back, and his cheeks full of wind and frost were full of kindness, and the moment he raised his hand, it seemed to say, grandson, meet again.

Fahai's Buddha palm still did not fall after all.

Moonlight Banshee Hanshan looked at the Buddha's palm close at hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where's my grandfather?"

Hanshan Road, "Hanshan." ”

Fahai said, "Did my grandfather let you go down the mountain?"

Hanshan said, "Yes, he said, he asked you for the position of an inner disciple, let me go down the mountain and take you back to Hanshan." ”

Fahai looked at Hanshan, a little melancholy.

Fahai still remembers that back then, when his grandfather left his hometown, his big hand was attached to his cheek, "Sun cub, grow up well! Grandpa will go back to the activities, and soon you will be able to enter the inner gate to practice." ”

Then, this activity has been active for almost 30 years!

Even Fahai thought that his grandfather's activities were gone!

But now I actually know the whereabouts of my grandfather in the mouth of the moonlight banshee, this feeling is like finding a bottle of eighty-two Coke in the storage room.

It's precious and I don't know if I should drink it or not.

What is precious is that grandpa is still alive.

Should I go to Hanshan, I'm already bald now, and now I'm going to be an inner disciple, isn't it nonsense? Moreover, my Pure Land Buddha hair is magnificent and huge, I don't need to switch to other sects at all!