"One more point, bald donkey, you remember to our family, when you threw our family into the dust, you actually stained our family's beautiful clothes with dust, this account, our family will come to calculate with you today, let our family see, how powerful you are the dead bald donkey who once showed off your might!"

Mo Yin Mo Gonggong didn't mention the matter of the demon clan for the time being, but just attributed all the responsibility to the fact that the ancient Buddha of Visheva beat him into the earth pit. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 For such a small holiday, Info made all the men he brought with him into ice sculptures. After hearing this, the ancient Buddha of Vaishava can be said to be angry, one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and even the hair on his body stood up.

Today, this Buddha will use the Dafa of subduing demons to subdue you, a dead eunuch who is half male and half female, neither male nor female! No matter how good the temper and cultivation of the ancient Buddha of Vaishava is, he can't withstand the repeated ridicule and abuse of Gonggong Mo, a pair of palms have shown a golden light, and the ancient Buddha of Vaishava stepped on a seven-grade lotus platform, and his body flew up like a big bird.

"It's just that there is no reason for this! How can you say the word eunuch, a dead bald donkey! This father-in-law sees that you are looking for death!" In the face of the menacing ancient Buddha of Vaishava, Mo Gonggong did not retreat but advanced, and a weak palm brushed lightly, as if he was driving away the mosquitoes of the past.

The ancient Buddha of Vaishaba was once known as the first combat force under the quasi-saint of Buddhism, and his body was incomparably burly and tall, and until now, he still maintains such a figure.

In contrast, Grandpa Mo's slender body is like a moth to a fire, and from the appearance alone, it is simply the same behavior as sending him to death.

A punch that condensed infinite power, under the swing of the ancient Buddha of Vaishyava, smashed in the direction of Mo Gonggong, and the air in front of him had been deformed and distorted by the power attached to this punch, and even began to staggle, and then some tiny spatial cracks were generated.

Speaking of which, the ancient Buddha of Vaishava also inherited the path of his master to lead the saints, based on strength and fist. In the battle of Zhun Ti, Jie Yin, and Mu Ran, the Guiding Saint only used a comparative form of the Guiding Divine Monument and the Demon Suppressing Pestle, and his housekeeping fist technique was not used.

It can only be said that he didn't have time to use it, and he was defeated by the demonic scimitar later. At that moment, even now, he couldn't figure out where he lost.

These are just digressions. But how could the power of the fist of the ancient Buddha of Vaishva, who had received the true transmission of the saint, be so small? This punch was smashed down, and absolutely no one would doubt that with the thin body of Gonggong Mo, he would be smashed into pulp with a punch, and there would not be even a single bone left.

For his own punch, the ancient Buddha Vaishava has absolute confidence in himself, and it is this self-confidence that can make his fist more powerful and indestructible.

No magic weapons, no charms, all he needs is a pair of fists, which is enough.

This is the path of the ancient Buddha Vaishva, the path of his own.

A little playful expression, crossed from Grandpa Mo's face, and it was very cleverly captured by the eyes of the ancient Buddha of Vaishva.

"What's the matter? Could it be that he can't rely on it?" In the heart of the ancient Buddha, such a question suddenly appeared for no reason, and then, his fist was not as sharp as before, and he paused slightly.

A gust of cold wind drifted through the body of the ancient Buddha of Vaishya, making this ancient Buddha, who was far more than Zhangervajra, feel the coldness from the bottom of his heart.

"No, this feeling is absolutely unusual, you have to retreat!" Immediately, the ancient Buddha Vaishaba no longer intended to move forward, but flew backwards at a speed that was a few points faster than he was advancing. After about half a breath from the spot, he was horrified to find that the right arm that he had just swung out had been completely covered by crystal clear ice, and his right arm, even if he wanted to exert force, he couldn't use it.

"If I retreat a little later, I'm afraid that I will be frozen into ice, it's me, what's going on? Why don't you feel like this at all?"

"Good courage, good ability, worthy of the famous ancient Buddha of Buddhism, well, no, according to your current ability, in Buddhism, it is not difficult to mix the position of the Buddha. With a weird smile on his face, Gonggong Mo, who had made a meritorious move, stretched out his hand to dust off his body, and said with a smile, "I don't know if you are a warrior or a fool from your Buddhism? ”

"I don't think you will be able to lift this ice seal for a while, and the father-in-law won't talk much. The good deeds you have done, you will naturally have to pay for them, and my father-in-law will send you on your way. "Mo Yin Mo has been an official for many years, how can he not know that the more he talks, the easier it is to give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of, and sometimes the success of his hand will be lost like this.

As soon as he said and did, Gonggong Mo brought a burst of swishing cold, jumped up from the city wall, and after taking a few steps in mid-air, he slapped his palms towards the body of the ancient Buddha of Visheva.

The ancient Buddha of Vaishva could feel that the cold wind that had made him suffer a great loss was suddenly covered with a hood, and he was not even given any chance to escape. If his right arm was still good, he wouldn't dare to say that he would be able to escape from such a situation, let alone that it would be like a broken arm now.

"Okay, you forced me!" In the face of death, the ancient Buddha Vaishava did not have that panicked panic, but gritted his teeth tightly, as if he had made some important decision.

"Go!" his right hand could not move, but his left hand was still sound. With a random flick of the ancient Buddha's left hand, seven rays of light of different colors suddenly skyrocketed, and the seven rays of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, ingot, and purple blew back the cold wind from seven directions.

This cold wind came from the handwriting of Grandpa Mo, and naturally it would not hurt him too much, but this seven-colored light, until now, would anyone else not know? Grandpa Mo was almost about to shout out those four words in horror.

"Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!"

"That's right, it's the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree! What pure yin and mystical energy, so what? Under the means of the sage, it can only turn into flying ashes! Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, brush it for me!" Seeing that the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree suddenly performed miraculous feats, the mind of the ancient Buddha of Vaishava turned a lot in an instant, and instead of attacking the enemy first, he brushed the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree towards his right hand and arm.

The seven-colored light passed, and the pure Yin Xuan Qi that had already formed ice cubes was no match for the handwriting of such a saint, and slowly turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

This Seven Treasure Wonderful Tree not only has the means of its own spiritual treasure, but also contains about three or four percent of the mana on the body of the Zhun Ti Saint. Even if the Zhun Ti Saint is now in decline, the Saint is a Saint after all, and in the eyes of these Quasi-Saints, it is still an unattainable existence.

Mo Yin Mo Gonggong's pure Yin Xuan Qi can be said to be a new kind of cold qi condensed by condensation, just like Mu Ran's scorching sun and fire, and this kind of means is definitely not comparable to ordinary people. But Gonggong Mo's own strength was still too inferior after all, and the strength of the Ming Realm quasi-saint alone was not enough to fight against the seven-colored light of the Seven Treasure Wonderful Tree in the hands of the saint.

"Feng Shui rotates, dead eunuch, accept the wrath of this Buddha!" After completely melting the ice and snow on his right arm, the ancient Buddha of Vaishava was equivalent to recovering all his combat power, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree with seven colors of light in his hand was overpowering Mo Gonggong.

Like a big bird, the ancient Buddha of Vaishava swept the sky with seven-colored light, and never let Grandpa Mo have any chance to resist.