As soon as his hands were connected, the golden lotus flower continued to tremble.

Another snort, a few red spells. The golden lotus gradually rotated, and his hands were in harmony.

When I looked at it again, the golden lotus flower had already submerged in Yiran's body, and now Yiran's body was full of mana, and the golden light was dazzling.

Xiao Chen inducted, at this time, Yiran, at least the Dao Palace Great Perfection, and more, half a step and four poles.

After taking a breath of cold air, he was vigilant in his heart, and the four poles belonged to one of the great realms, even if it was a half-step quadrupole. It's terrifying enough, if there are still mortals within the three small realms, there are already immortals above the four poles. Although it is a metaphor, there is a difference between heaven and earth between the four poles and the Dao Palace.

In my heart, it seems that this trip is a bit reckless. However, I also have a golden bow and a divine lotus, and the immovable mountains and rivers are even more inviolable, and the supreme way of restraining the charm of Buddhism.

It is not impossible to go retrograde and cut immortals. The heart is determined, ready to respond to all changes with the same.

Seeing Xiao Chen's initial shock, he calmed down in a blink of an eye. With a sudden burst in his heart, he knew that Xiao Chen should also have a backhand.

This kid has a strong heart, and I'm afraid he is not like the ordinary monks who were confused by wealth before. Ichiran has been cultivating the Tao to the present, capturing the subtleties in the ever-changing. For observing words and colors, it is even more clever than its cultivation.

After all, Xiao Chen is young, and his human feelings are not skilled enough, but he shows his feet.

The golden lotus on Yiran's chest is faint, and the atmosphere of the Yiran Immortal Family is heavy, not like the previous rich and noble atmosphere, and it is unbearable.

Closed his palms and said to Xiao Chen: "Legend has it that the Buddha has a total of two of the nine kinds of divine lotus, the green lotus turns into the Buddha realm, and the golden lotus is poured by the Buddha and the Buddha's family, and gradually opens up the spiritual wisdom, every three thousand years, a root, a root is a first-class magic weapon"

Xiao Chen sneered, but at this moment, he knew that Yiran was going to tell the main reason for inviting Xiao Chen to come, so he didn't interrupt at the moment, and listened to himself.

As soon as he clasped his hands, he said, great goodness. "Little friend, the poor lotus is one of the roots of the Buddhist treasure golden lotus, in the first three days, the poor hatred of the practice said, the divine lotus trembled, sensing that there are people in this small city with a peerless divine lotus, so there is a poor and hateful encounter with the small friend of the city"

Xiao Chen looked up to the sky and sneered, his aura was free, and his hands couldn't move the mountains and rivers.

The divine show is abnormal, and the lotus flower as holy as jade sways the void. Countless moons are poured, and Xiao Chen, like the god king who has existed for eternity, is mighty and powerful, making the ten directions surrender.

Slowly spoke, "Yiran, the Divine Lotus is here, what can you do?"

Yiran swallowed his saliva, the greedy color of his glasses kept flashing, staring at the swaying Divine Lotus in the void.

The mouth was almost speechless, and he kept muttering: "Jade Lotus, it is a complete Jade Lotus, it is one of the nine kinds of Divine Lotus."

Trembling and trembling small steps, his expression suddenly froze. Turning his head to look at Xiao Chen, he swept away the previous harmony. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, but his mouth said slowly: "Xiaoyou, it is better for such a divine object to be kept by the poor and hateful, what do you think?"

Step by step towards Xiao Chen, the huge Anle Temple continued to sound all kinds of unbearable sounds, and in the blink of an eye, in the main hall, all kinds of untidy and looming stunning women did the Heavenly Demon Dance, countless sultry and unbearable movements, constantly flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes.

Yiran smiled almost madly: "Xiao Chen, the poor hate knows that you have some skills, but after entering the poor Anle Temple, you don't want to leave if you want to, if you don't hand over the Divine Lotus!"

Xiao Chen drank coldly with disdain: "If I don't hand over the Divine Lotus, how will you stay?"

As soon as the sleeves danced, the golden lotus flower disappeared, and there were constantly resentful spirits such as skeletons on the chest, struggling back and forth, but the golden lotus bloomed under his feet. There was a demonic mist above and below Zhou's body, and blood was surging.

Xiao Chen's brows furrowed, so thick with blood, and then looked back at those unbearable stunning dancers, but found that his eyes were dull, only his limbs were constantly trembling, and his face was still flushed.

As soon as he opened the swirl eyes and the whirlpool of his eyebrows rotated, he saw through the pink aura in the air of Anle Temple, which was emitted by those dancing girls. Sweeping the body of the dancing girl again, the meridians and bones are all available, but the spirit is gone.

I know it in my heart, and I cultivate it as soon as I cultivate it, and I really use it to absorb the girl's Yin Yuan to supplement the Yuan Yang. It also devoured the girl's primordial spirit, and integrated the flesh of countless girls into the heavenly demons*, cultivating such strange evil arts.

Seeing Xiao Chen's half-rational and half-ignored eyes, there was endless sneer and disdain between his eyebrows. is also angry: "Okay, good, okay, Xiao Chen, are you iron-hearted and poor?"

Xiao Chen looked up to the sky and laughed: "Then I'll send you to the West Heaven, right?" But he was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly interrupted Yi Ran's words, and he had already decided to send this monk to the West Heaven to accompany Rulai.

The jade-colored lotus flower of the divine show is swaying in the void, and the moonlight is pouring out. Xiao Chen's intuition is inviolable, and the aura is swallowed. Hooking up the Dao heart, the Yuan Shen is strong for a while.

The hands can't move the mountains and rivers, and the shadows of countless stars fall down. Constantly revolving around Xiao Chen, blessing his body, and sealing the small world around him untouchably.

Xiao Chen jumped forward, thinking that the "Silent Killing God Decision" had not been cultivated to a small level, but my mind and mana were twice as powerful as the ordinary Dao Palace Realm.

With a punch, I only felt that the murderous aura hit my body, and countless mountains and rivers suppressed it, and I intuitively faced a 10,000-pound boulder.

As soon as he burst into tears, his hands shook with golden light, but it was countless demonic spells.

Hooking the Heavenly Demon God Dance, the Heavenly Demon God Dance, which was originally silent and motionless, suddenly boiled and swirled. Around Xiao Chen, the magic fog is constantly turning, dancing wonderfully, the sound is like a secluded spring, and the sound of carnal desire is endless. The pink lazy aura continued to surge up and down towards Xiao Chen.

Although Xiao Chen was not afraid, he also felt a little constrained. Those who are disturbed by this Heavenly Demon God Dance will be distracted by chance from time to time, but in this way, they will definitely be seized by Monk Yiran. One hit kills, and there is no luck.

Turning the fist into a pinching seal, in just a few breaths, thousands of handprints turned around.

The trend is moving towards one by one, and the white bones are constantly ringing. In the blink of an eye, the obstructed Heavenly Demon Goddess turned into a pile of white bones and fell to the ground. Burn into black smoke and disappear.

But it is Xiao Chen, the white bone mark that is played, the evil method of Kewan, and the stunning city is like white bones, don't say that the heavenly demon in the Heavenly Demon God Dance is only its form and no god. It is the real heavenly demon coming, as soon as the immovable mountain and river seal comes out, as long as my heart is immovable, the white bone seal suppresses my heart, and I should regard all carnal desires as the white bone view.

Yiran's eyes were blood-red, and he shouted: "Xiao Chen, you dare to destroy my treasure!"

With both hands together, the Heavenly Demon God Dance turned into a wisp of black smoke that did not disperse, but it was dim and small. Wrapped around Yiran's neck.

There was a pain in his flesh, and the demonic qi around his body was even more turbulent and churning, and the murderous aura was so thick that it almost drowned Xiao Chen. But he no longer retreated, and between his eyebrows, a big skull was drilled, and between the bloody teeth, there seemed to be a golden lotus blooming and contracting.

Xiao Chen had a chill, this monk is not only a poor monk, destroying a magic weapon is also painful like this, and the Taoist technique of cultivation is also so disgusting.

I was even more annoyed in my heart. In the blink of an eye, the skull had already collided with the fist, and Xiao Chen's intuition was weak and weak, as if it had penetrated cotton. As soon as I wanted to get rid of my hands, my expression changed greatly, not good! Wisps of red demonic energy kept wrapping around my hands. The skull has become golden all over, the bloody mouth and big teeth are constantly swallowing, and a golden lotus flower opens and closes. Constantly devouring the aura of Ye Kai.

There was a strange laugh, and the smugness that couldn't be concealed between his eyebrows was also crazy: "Xiao Chen, you still want to fight with Grandpa Buddha and me with such a little means."

Roshan's body trembled, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, which is the most reasonable thing through the ages.

As soon as the river of blood around the monk surged, countless skeletons kept flashing, and a single breath deceived Ye Kai's body. The river of blood continued to rise, and the skull bit Ye Kai's body violently.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's whole body was surrounded by blood and qi, and he even felt that his essence and blood were constantly draining.

Yiran roared wildly: "Xiao Chen, everything about you is mine, you were obediently swallowed by the monk, right?"

Xiao Chen sneered: "I want to eat me, a joke"

Allowing the river of blood around them to surge, the skeleton continued to devour its own essence and blood. Regardless of the golden skull in his hand that he couldn't shake off, the thoughts in his mouth kept moving the imprint of mountains and rivers.

The aura of the stars was permeating, and Xiao Chen turned himself. Even if my hands can make seals, then I can't make mountains and rivers with my body. It is also feasible to hook the aura.

Xiao Chen kept turning, like the stars turning and turning, and like the mountains towering and immovable.

The thin layer of star phantom that was originally suppressed by the blood river was violently magnified, constantly colliding, and the skull was constantly trembling and shattering.

A peerless lotus that quietly pours out the moonlight. Swaying gently, one after another divine light kept spilling into the river of blood. Bitter Hatred of Poverty"

The skull that was originally biting Xiao Chen's tightly was trembling as soon as it touched the jade-colored divine light. In just a few breaths, it shrank into a beam of golden light and submerged into the center of Yiran's eyebrows.

Xiao Chen, drank suddenly. If the dragon enters the sea, the fists, fists, feet and feet are added to Yiran, and the blood mist around Yiran shrinks for a while. The skulls are even more tumbling.

Yiran constantly struggled and dodged, but hand-to-hand combat was not his strong point. Gradually, Xiao Chen's fists and feet brought a trace of murderous aura that wiped out everything. The large swaths of flesh and blood of the monk were free and easy, and the primordial spirit was gradually wiped out by the murderous aura of silence.

At this time, Yiran has completely broken off the idea of fighting with Xiao Chen, and if he can escape his life, it will be a great luck in misfortune. Forcibly endured the pain of the Yuan Shen being wiped out again, his lips trembled, and several curses collapsed. The pieces of bloody flesh that had been scraped exploded even more violently at this time, and the two arms swelled violently and exploded violently. The strong impact slowed down Xiao Chen's offensive.

When Xiao Chen wanted to get close again, Yiran bit the tip of his tongue. Spit out a few mouthfuls of gold and black blood, and the burning air hissed. As soon as the blood mist around his body rose, the heavy body turned into a burst of blood light and shot towards the west.

It's not good to shout, if you let this monk run away: "Buddhism is so powerful, isn't it that I have no way to go to heaven and enter the earth?" ”