The sycamore stick in Song Shushu's hand was raised again and again, and with a bang, the Buddha's palm that fell from the sky was carried, and the Buddha's palm was pressed down, and with a pop, his whole person was detained in it.

Although Song Shushu was held by the Buddha's palm, the golden dragon turned into a golden dragon had no effect at all, and in the roar, it firmly blocked the monks.

"Rappelling the Golden Dragon!" shouted the white-eyed old monk.

Sister Eagle outside pursed her lips disdainfully, she could pull it with a stick, but she had to carry it, what was wrong!

Sister Ying knows, even if she goes around in the Demon Yuan Realm, Song Shushu basically works hard with an anti-demon physique, and there are really not many fights like this.

Song Shushu has been a bad learner since he was a child, and he is neither soft nor hard, he has never fought, but he has been beaten by several people!

Therefore, I am really not good at fighting or something, and I can't do any magic tricks, so I rely on my own half-way anti-demon physique, as well as the demon power borrowed from the demons in Ganxi Village.

Holding Song Shushu's Buddha palm, the Buddha's light became weaker and weaker, and Song Shushu also showed his body under the Buddha's palm.

Just this trick made the white-eyed old monk's face pale and shaky, Penglai Dao contained inventory, but it was impossible for them to squander this inventory at will.

There is Song Shushu's human-shaped Dao Yun box sucking wildly, the entire Penglai big array is running, and a group of monks are urging the spell, almost depleting the inventory of more than 200 years, and there is no Dao Yun, so what is the difference between Penglai's Western Earth Bliss and Penglai's several A scenic spots?

The white-eyed old monk gritted his teeth and urged the Buddha power, the sea water rolled, and the three Buddhas rose from under the sea with a high-spirited chanting voice.

The fellow Taoists who were watching outside couldn't help but let out an exclamation, this Western Earth Bliss was not enough, and they actually used the ability to press the bottom of the box, but they were afraid that as soon as the Three Living Buddhas came out, the entire Western Earth Bliss Dao Yun would be empty.

It's just that when the three three-life Buddhas were not fully unfolded, Song Shushu knocked the white-eyed old monk to the ground with a stick.

"You're a fool to me, will you wait for you to summon that play?" Song Shushu asked with a look of disbelief as he tugged at the collar of the white-eyed old monk.

"You...... You don't follow the rules!" the white-eyed old monk looked like he wanted to cry without tears

In fact, this three-life Buddha has never been used since two hundred years ago, so much so that he forgot that before using the three-born Buddha, he needs to set up an arhat formation to drag the enemy's footsteps.

But the powerful monks have all gone to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, where can there be any arhat array!

Song Shushu grabbed the white-eyed old monk, shook his hand and slapped it with two big slaps, and beat the old man, which was really unbearable to look at, too disrespectful to the old.

"Village Chief Xiao Song, don't go too far, I've already agreed to let Hu Li go, what else do you want?"

"After bullying my woman, it's over with a bang, then I'll finish beating you now, and I'll be done by saying I'm sorry!"

"Yes, the old monk will not investigate it in advance!" said the white-eyed old monk with a tolerant face.

"I'm going to pursue it, say, you're still not vulgar?"

"Why does the old man want to be vulgar?" said the white-eyed old monk puzzled.

"Because, I'm so happy!" Song Shushu said coldly.

As soon as his voice fell, the sycamore stick slammed to the ground, and as soon as the stick was long, it drilled into the ground and went straight to the core of Penglai.

Guided by the stick, the few Dao Yun in the core of Penglai poured into Song Shushu's body.

The Buddha light in the Daxiong Treasure Hall is not there, under the entanglement of the golden dragon, the collapse is almost about to collapse, and the Vajra Arhat in the hall has also begun to crumble, and Dao Yun can no longer support these mountain protection Buddha treasures to stand.

The white-eyed old monk Gujing Wubo's face was finally moved, and he sighed and said, "The old man is still vulgar!"

"There are still a few of them, who dare to do it to my woman, all of them are vulgar, anyway, you don't have a monk!" Song Shushu said coldly.

The white-eyed old monk almost went mad, this is the essence of Buddhism, it is so vulgar?

Song Shushu didn't give him room to bargain at all, and in desperation, he had to comply.

Dozens of monks gathered behind the white-eyed old monk, announcing the Buddha's name, looking like they were going to go side by side.

"It's all vulgar, and it's still a chicken feather Buddha!" Song Shushu shouted.

"That's it, I'll wait until it's still vulgar!"

"That's pretty much it!"

Song Shushu said, put the stick on his side, and strode towards the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Sister Ying outside was so anxious that she jumped to her feet, regretting that her intestines were blue, so she should throw the demon Shujie outside, and then rush in to help Song Shushu.

Who will I tell you in the future, the old lady picked the Buddhist Gate Bliss back then, how awesome it is!

Song Shushu stepped into the hall of the Great Hung Treasure, and smashed the palm of the angry-eyed King Kong with a stick, and when he opened the palm, Hu Li curled up, looking unconscious and sleeping.

Hu Li moved slightly, raised her head slightly, her little face was as pale as paper, but she forced a smile, "You're here!

After speaking, Hu Li's little face was buried, and she fell into a coma again.

The muscles on Song Shushu's face jumped wildly, put Hu Li on his back, dragged the stick and ran out of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, seeing Hu Li's miserable appearance, the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed, and he couldn't understand the hatred in his heart for drinking blood and eating flesh all over the mountain.

The white-eyed old monk simply dismissed all the disciples in the mountain, and he also slipped away with those essences first.

Looking at the empty Penglai Island, Song Shushu couldn't vent his anger in his heart, and the golden dragon swept away the buildings on the entire island, almost sinking the island.

The white-eyed old monk glanced back from afar, and sighed deeply, the difficulty of bliss in the western soil is second only to the shelling of Putuo Mountain two hundred years ago!

Song Shushu stepped out of Penglai Island and swept his gaze around.

Originally, the colleagues who came to see the excitement, how could they not see that Song Shushu was full of anger, running faster than the other, and no one wanted to provoke this half-way body.

The stick in Song Shushu's hand suddenly swept aside, a puff of gray mist flashed, and a thin man wrapped in a wide and gorgeous cloak was swept out.

The man exclaimed, and just as he was about to slip away, he was tied up by the golden dragon whisker and dragged in front of him.

"I didn't mess with you!" the man screamed.

Song Shushu slapped two times and shouted: "Why are you wearing so much? It's not a good thing to hide your head and show your tail!"

"Brother, tap and tap, I'm a blood clan, I can't see the light, the sun will sunburn me, since you speak, brother, I'll take it off!"

The other party was also happy, and took off the cloak very simply, revealing a body of ribs and flesh.

Song Shushu slapped him twice, and shouted: "What are you doing with so little wear, who do you want to play hooligan with when you show your ribs!"

This kind of blood clan brother who is so high in rank that he stomps his feet and trembles in a state, without saying a word, pretends to be dead as soon as he hangs his head, anyway, the blood clan has a strong recovery ability, this brother is not happy, he was unlucky to be caught as a punching bag, and he must have the consciousness of being used as a punching bag.