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The broad-faced monk relied on his powerful mana on the spot, and he was ready to protect his body, and he was full of confidence in his heart, so he closed his eyes and rested.

This person didn't care originally, whether he was an enemy or a friend, who could fight to the end, and how to use the means, to be able to pick the red scorched spirit fruit with his own shoulder, and taste the legend and wonder in it.

But this person is very thoughtful and scheming, and at this time, he gradually relaxed, and slowly recalled all kinds of things he had done before, the details of right and wrong, and whether there were any omissions, and even how others would think of it.

It is no wonder that this person's cultivation level is stuck on the great success of the Jiedan, and he can't go any further, so he can't force himself to put all his hopes on the red scorched fruit, and from this incident, it can be seen that this person is too much concerned with the central machine, and everything is complicated to think about before and after.

At this time, his thoughts were even more fleeting, in the unrealistic scene, in addition to thinking about the right and wrong, he saw in this person's mind that the scattered people and the old yellow hair were actually completely injured after a certain day.

Standing in front of their own house with their hands together, debating the past, hoping to find their own bad luck, so as to avenge the loss of the day.

I don't know how, why I'm so weak, I just don't dare to have a big fight with the two of them, and I'm trying my best to justify the two sides with three big mouths.

You chattered in my whole mind, and at this time, my mind was clear and reasonable, as smooth as a trickle, and the two of them could not compete with their own arguments for a while.

He scolded loudly, trying to annoy himself, so that he could take the first move.

When the broad-faced monk thought of this, he was secretly rejoicing in his heart, knowing that he would never do such a superficial deed, and that he could not say that the dog jumped over the wall in a hurry.

I'm not going to do it first, but don't think I'm afraid of you, I won't do this kind of thing first.

But with the thoughts in the brain, it became more and more active, and the two imaginary enemies in the brain actually scolded more and more fiercely, and even put their own most taboo voices in the back.

All of them have poured out, what a fake benevolence....fake hero... Roots follow ancestors... This has been the case from generation to generation... What kind of face to teach disciples... And so on.

For a while, the thought could no longer be controlled, and it actually caused the spiritual energy in the body to be restless, and the mana turned and boiled, and gradually there was a great confusion of qi and blood.

The broad-faced monk woke up suddenly, forcibly suppressed the thoughts in his mind, and hurriedly suppressed the inner fire, wanting to completely refine this evil qi from the wrong path in his own body.

But this evil spirit is actually abnormal, you are strong and I am stronger, and I have become bigger and bigger in a few breaths, and there is a force to share the autumn color with your own mana, and gradually it has also given birth to a situation where it is impossible to suppress the counterattack.

This critical moment can be frightened, this broad-faced monk secretly screamed in his heart that something is not good, and just when this person is about to forcibly open his eyes and return to reality, he finds out.

It turned out that not only his own family, but even the other people in this place were also covered by the sound of the Buddhist language and Sanskrit scriptures here.

Although this Sanskrit sutra is born from hearing things that everyone has in their ears and hearts have their own feelings, its ultimate purpose is only to make people wake up and repent of what they have done against their hearts.

And then from these things that are not shy away from and against their hearts, they will repent and regain their own hearts.

For those who face their mistakes head-on, the enlightenment of the Buddhist scriptures is also a sublimation of another level above the state of mind, and it is also a rare opportunity to release the heart to pair with future practice.

But like this broad-faced monk, he deliberately suppressed his own thoughts, twisted right and wrong, and even elevated to the level of true yuan mana to fight, to put it bluntly, it was just a competition between his own own family and his own family, and the two kinds formed were the momentum that he couldn't control.

You can't be stronger than your own heart, you can't argue about the right and wrong of the facts you cover, and the right and wrong are also clear, right and wrong, just there, even if you use a lot of mana for a while, to calm down at this time.

As everyone knows, you have already created a demon that you can't get rid of in the future.

At this time, the more this broad-faced monk refused to let go of his heart and resist this Buddhist mantra that went straight to the bottom of his heart, the more he felt that he needed to use his own mana to fight.

This kind of extremely uncomfortable feeling can't be expressed in words for a while, but just this surging and boiling power, rising day by step, is actually from the seven holes of his own facial features, rushing to open the floodgates, and become more and more uncontrollable.

But even this is the Taoist who is sitting on that side, the voice in his mouth is still unforgiving, and he sends out this Buddhist sutra endlessly, constantly whispering, isn't this just against his own family.

This broad-faced monk is worthy of being a well-known and successful figure for a long time, but no matter how strange his attack is, he can't even feel it later, where his limbs are on his body.

And where is the family facing at this time, so far there is the last trace of clarity left, the head at this time is painful and suffering, and the spiritual consciousness is born and destroyed, and it is reborn to resist.

At this moment's lucidity, a moment of drowsy, and when the mana is blended, it makes his own family give birth to all kinds of illusions and hallucinations, the continuous sound of Buddhist scriptures, and for a while to transform into a flexible thing like spider silk.

actually wrapped his own house tightly and thoroughly, and there was nothing to bear, seeing it getting denser and denser, and it was difficult to take off the upper and lower parts of the body, so uncomfortable.

And after a while, I felt the buzzing sound in my head, and at this time it changed into a different appearance, which made people feel like they were in the rough waves of the deep sea.

And the sea is ups and downs at this time, stretching endlessly and fearing people, and the sea surface twists and turns, and it has the momentum of a canyon and a high mountain.

Alternate ups and downs back and forth, and a small Qingming of their own home, the idea of returning is like a lonely boat, although it is up and down for a while, but there is also duckweed in the world, mixed with a little safety.

But at this moment, I understood early in my heart that my own house was more like the palm of this tide, a plaything.

The broad-faced monk's own house and his own inner resistance had reached the most crazy state, and at this time, the mana of that body had already been used by himself, and the limit state that he had never used was close to collapse.

Although he was trapped by the demons in his heart and did not dare to move, and he was unable to make a move, he had already thought of the final way out of the predicament in his heart, which must be a killer to the person who was the source of the chanting.

But this person lasted until this moment and a half, and he really waited for a big turning point, that is, Zishui saw that someone knelt down to worship him, and he couldn't sit still for a while.

After dispersing the Buddhist support exercises and returning the rituals, the broad-faced monk suddenly felt that his body and spirit had suddenly been loosened, and after a long period of time, the origin of his divine consciousness returned, and he was temporarily liberated from the demons in his heart.

But the painful feeling of this body has nowhere to vent for a while, and instantly unites all the previous indignation and resentment in his own heart.

In the direction of the source of the Buddhist scriptures, he played the technique of pressing the box that he relied on the most, the secret box-pressing technique, and penetrated the rock cracks and mountain silk.

It stands to reason that this claim can penetrate the mountain, and the two mountains that are close to each other are sewn together in the technique of aura resistance, and it should not be able to hurt the purple water to this level.

The body forging technique of the thirteen-layer divine gate of the purple water has an achievement, coupled with the mana of that body, and the cultivation is strong, and it is not inferior to this great achiever.

In addition, with this Dao robe that can transform and the power of yin and yang, it is also a coincidence that it can inflict such three injuries.

This time, the broad-faced monk was holding back his strength to fight for his life, and his power was naturally not ordinary and comparable, and the strength of the three places was hitting Zishui's calf squarely.

Where the whole body was in the middle of the clothes, Zishui had just dissipated his mana, withdrew the spirit sword, and wanted to support his own house for a moment before he was plotted by this person.

Although everyone here is right, this despicable person sees it in his eyes and understands it in his heart, but he can't help his own injuries and progression, he can't stand out for his benefactor, and he can't stand there silently because he can't fight.

But they knew that this broad-faced monk was also at the end of his strength at this time, and he was exhausted and was simply a good thing, sitting there with a smile on his face.

At this point, once the strength is vented, there is no slightest strength in the body that can be adjusted, and whoever passes by at this time can push him aside.

But with a muffled drum and a deep groan, it slowly spread all over here, and these monks who had been fighting all the way and messing up their minds, and finally insisted on this step, only then did they understand why they came here.

Seeing that the hour is approaching, the last bright light is about to be lit with the heavy drum, and this Purple Water Dao Master has broken the spirit body again, isn't this the last chance at hand?

Although some of these characters don't know Zishui, the mana and style used by this person are quite high-looking, but how can these characters be determined to pay for their deaths to pick this fruit.

There is still the fate of life and death of others, the big deal is not to this Taoist leader, it is a big face to make a dead hand.

At this time, I don't know who it was, and the first small move attracted directions from all directions, and twenty or thirty people stepped forward to echo.

Although there are no movements, the speed of thunder and flint, and there is no fierce and domineering exercises, it is so that people can't help but keep up step by step, giving birth to an unimaginable thrill.

Even the broad-faced monk turned his head silently, inquiring about what was about to happen.

At this time, there was silence inside and outside the field, but I don't know who was in the crowded periphery, in the depths, he actually shouted such a voice, which shook everyone's ears and buzzed, and even frightened people's hearts, followed by a daze.

This sound was still made by who it was, and in an instant it was already heard in the crowd, and quickly changed back, and there was a silent silence.

"Whoever dares to take another step forward! If you go against the Purple Water Dao Chief, you will! Yes! Go against my Xiaguang family! No matter where you meet in the future, you will be an undying enemy!".

Zi Shui naturally understood in his heart when he heard this, and the voice of this was made by Hong Mengqiu, but he really didn't expect it.

Even if they found a reason to leave the two women here, I am afraid that this woman and the heroic woman are quite worried about the safety or failure of this matter, so they have already quietly hid in the crowd in the stands to cheer for their family.

At this time, in order to wait for the purple water, and then think about it, in the indefensible crowd, there was another paragraph, a loud reply shout....