When the Daoji monk saw it, he still had a crazy smile on his face, and his sloppy appearance was not said to be compared with Jiaye, and it was countless grades worse than Wei Tuolai. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But seeing Dao Ji's move, Gu Chuanxia was slightly relieved.

Although the current Dao Ji is far inferior to Ka Ye and Wei Tuo, he is more real, and he is an out-and-out great master strength.

With a wave of the broken fan in his hand, a gust of wind suddenly appeared, and the seal in his hand also changed, becoming more law-clear.

After transitioning a persistent memory to Gu Chuanxia, Dao Ji's madness decreased slightly, in exchange for an increase in strength.

With one hand to subdue the Demon Seal, subjugate everything, and destroy all souls, the nine-colored smoke and haze spewed out from the skull of the nine-turn spirit boy were smashed through with a blow under the Vajra Demon Suppression Pestle transformed by the Demon Suppression Seal.

In this way, there is already a faint Wei Tuo style.

The next blow directly penetrated the defense of the yellow-clothed lama, shattering it all over, and the escaped relics were also annihilated.

"This wins?" Gu Chuanxia felt unreal.

"Not yet! He has already activated the skull of the Nine Turns Spirit Child!" Dao Ji shook his head, his hands pinching the seal, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a vast mountain, standing on the river of time like a mainstay.

"The Nine Turns Spirit Boy Skull has the ability to reverse time and space and truly change the past, so you need to stabilize your position in time quickly so as not to be washed back into the past. Dao Ji pinched his handprint and quickly said to Gu Chuanxia.

When the ancient legend heard this, he was shocked, and the dream body that had been liberated and the life-breaking clone were one, strengthening his traces in the long river of time, and then a sword intent rushed up, like a nail, nailing himself firmly in place.

The next moment, Gu Chuanxia felt an extremely strong impact, and the entire river of time actually retreated slightly for a moment.

It was at this moment that the dead yellow-clothed lama came to life, and at the same time looked at Gu Chuanxia and Dao Ji with great resentment. The skull of the nine-turn spirit boy still shines, but it has changed from the original nine colors to eight colors.

"Destroy my magic weapon, give me death!" "The yellow-clothed lama urged the skull of the nine-turn spirit boy with only eight colors left. Eight colors of brilliance erupted from the seven orifices of the skull, enveloping the yellow-clothed lama.

The figure of the yellow-clothed lama quickly shriveled and thinned, and the whole person seemed to be thin into a skeleton. And at the tips of his fingers, which bloomed like lotus flowers, the eight-colored light was twisting into a stream.

"Kusha Finger!"

The yellow-clothed great lama flicked his fingers, and the beam of light that solidified the eight-colored millilight suddenly swept out, its speed was extremely fast, and suddenly time and space were torn out of cracks, and then the ancient legend saw that a brilliant light had collided with the broken fan and the light of the wine gourd in Dao Ji's hand. Their fight is beyond the scope of the ancient legend can intervene.

Laugh at!

There was no loud noise, only the light intertwined by the three magic weapons was collapsing, and the seemingly small beam of light was tearing apart the rules and energy intertwined with Daoji's broken fan and the wine gourd with a momentum like a bamboo.

You must know that the origin of the two treasures of that Daoji is also extremely unusual, but now it has been broken by the light of the skull of the Nine Turns Spirit Child, which can be seen.

Just as the finger light was about to hit Daoji, a stone tablet appeared, blocking the black light. Lost the memory of Epiphany, everything related to Veda has been straightened out, although he has not found the stele that Veda once held. But according to the form in the memory, it can simulate its power for several minutes.

This piece from ancient times, belonging to Wei Tuo, once suppressed the Heavenly Demon Leader, once bloomed a little brilliance.

Clang!

The sound of gold and iron resounded, and the stone tablet flew back upside down, it was not the main body after all, and the virtual body condensed by the true qi of Dao Ji was broken out by the finger force.

However, the finger power was finally dispersed, and the crisis was temporarily resolved.

"Seal the Devil!"

Dao Ji's eyes changed, and with a cold drink, the stone tablet in the void and reality attacked again, covering the entire void, and then slammed down. This blow has been seen by the ancient legend before, and it should be regarded as a kind of Dharma urging magic weapon and showing its power. At this moment, it has been transformed into martial arts by Dao Ji, and although its power has weakened, it has been exerted.

With the sky-like stone monument shot down heavily.

An invisible ripple emanated, and the strange and mysterious energy fluctuation made the yellow-clothed lama's heart tremble. It seemed that the soul that felt like it was protected by the skull of the Nine Turns Spirit Boy seemed to be about to melt away like snow under the scorching sun.

Gu Chuanxia looked at the yellow-clothed lama and saw that outside his body, there were circles of ripples. As the ripples spread in circles, the yellow-clothed lama also faded a little.

This time, Dao Ji is eliminating the existence of the entire person of the Great Lama in Yellow in time, and he wants to completely erase him in time. Only in this way can the yellow-clothed lama be reborn with the help of the skull of the nine-turn spirit child.

The yellow-clothed lama roared, suddenly turned his head, and flew towards a small world. Breaking into that small world, regardless of the wanton killing, although the karma of sin is often spared, it invisibly strengthens his existence.

These demonic methods, under the pressure of Dao Ji, he has fallen into the demon path.

After killing most of the population of a small world, the yellow-clothed lama did not stop, but broke into another middle world, continued to kill, and passed on his murderous reputation further.

And Dao Ji followed closely behind him, and the huge stone tablet was like a stone mill, which wanted to wipe out all the existence of the yellow-clothed lama.

It's just that the behavior of the yellow-clothed lama can be regarded as angering some strong people on the side.

Rumble!

Thunder flashed out of the void and struck towards the yellow-clothed lama.

I saw a white-haired Confucian, holding a black token in his hand, constantly raising it towards the void.

This is a token issued by the human emperor of the great world in front of the subjects of the world, and its effect is roughly similar to the sword of Shang Fang, and this great Confucian has made great contributions to the world. Among them, there is not only the luck of the dynasty, but also the recognition of all beings in the world. It can be called a magic weapon of luck.

Confucianism is the first of the three religions in the world, although its heritage is not as good as Buddhism, but there is no shortage of means. As the token continued to rise, the thunder dragons in the void leaned out of the clouds and strangled towards the yellow-clothed lama.

In the face of the strangulation of the thunder dragon, the yellow-clothed lama had a fierce sneer on his face.

"Carving insect skills! The treasure of luck dares to be presumptuous in front of the skull of the nine-turn spirit boy!"

The yellow-clothed Grand Lama was unceremonious. The skull of the nine-turn spirit boy was thrown, and the skull's mouth was wide open, sucking towards the thunder dragon that filled the sky. As the thunder dragons were absorbed by the skull of the nine-turn spirit boy, outside the eight colors of the nine-turn spirit boy's skull, the electric arc flickered, and the momentum returned to the original peak. Because of the energy consumed by reversing time and space, it has been greatly replenished.

Dao Ji looked at the big Confucian who was meddling, and was angry, and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

A fan was waved out, and it had already blown the great Confucian far away. The huge stone tablet he was holding in his hand had been photographed towards the yellow-clothed lama again.

(To be continued.) )