This time, it is no longer the ancient Buddha of Vaishava, but the father-in-law of Mo Yin Mo. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he is arrogant, that is because he has arrogant capital, and decades of hard work have allowed him to reach such a point beyond the imagination of mortals, almost comparable to those innate beings who have been born since the beginning of the world.

The quasi-saints of the Ming realm, counting the current central world, how many people are left? Coupled with the pure yin and Xuan Qi, which is comparable to the cold qi of the scorching sun and fire, I am afraid that not many people can be taken into his eyes.

But now, he had to retreat. What he is facing is not a quasi-saint, not a Da Luo Jin Immortal, but the means of saints, those who are almost invincible saints in the world.

Is Mu Ran strong? Is the Eastern Emperor Taiyi strong? Is Kong Xuanqiang strong? Is Duobao Dao strong? There is absolutely no need to deny that these people are already one of the best existences in the Central World, and if they are placed in other worlds, they can't even find the main ones in those worlds. But they were defeated, and they died one by one, and even if they died, they could not drag the saints into the water, at most they would be injured a little, and this was caused by the premise that the saints despised them.

The seven-colored light of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree has appeared, which is no different from the Zhun Ti Sage taking action himself. Rao is Mo Gonggong's means to reach the sky, and he is not willing to fight with the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree. Fang Cai's retreat of pure Yin Xuan Qi has been clearly expressed, his skills are not exquisite enough, and he is not the opponent of a saint.

Unlike the majestic body of the ancient Buddha of Vaishya, Mo Gonggong's body was extremely thin, spinning and floating in mid-air like a ghost, and several times in a row, he escaped the encirclement and suppression of the seven-colored light of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

Grandpa Mo, who was panting roughly, felt the incomparable pressure, and the seven-colored light, including the fist of the ancient Buddha of Vaishava, were all existences that had great harm to him. After trying to dodge again and again, he felt that his good fortune seemed to be coming to an end.

This time, the seven-colored light is in a spherical state, surrounding Mo Gonggong, no matter how many means Mo Gonggong has, there is no way to escape, this means, at least need to consume more than thirty percent of the mana contained in the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, but the ancient Buddha of Vaishava can't take care of so much. He had already determined that the eunuch in front of him was one of the three super masters who were often enemies of Buddhism, and if this person was not removed, he would only have endless troubles.

Seeing that there was no longer a direction to flee, all his retreats were sealed by the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue ingots, and purple, and Grandpa Mo closed his eyes helplessly. After a thousand calculations, he didn't expect that the saint would be shameless and indirectly shot at this time. In his mind, it is now the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the Oriental Glass Medicine Master, who is here, at least he has the means to protect himself, and he will never be like this, and even his life will be lost here.

In the last stronghold of the demon clan in Beiju Luzhou, Prince Lu Jian sat on the throne of the emperor of the demon clan, and he couldn't settle down for a moment, or look around, or shake his head, or mumble to himself, in short, he was seriously restless.

"My demon clan has already reached such a field, what other disasters can there be? Could it be? Mo not? Isn't it? Father-in-law Mo? What will happen to him? Could it be that the informant's news is wrong again? No, no, it won't! Could it be that Shangming has a trap? Impossible, impossible, Shangming Kingdom was a dark line of my uncle's back then, how could there be an ambush?" Prince Lu Jian was puzzled, so he could only go crazy in the same place and be in a hurry.

He was in a hurry, extremely anxious. He could feel that this Mo Yin Mo Gonggong was absolutely sincere in his dedication to the demon clan. Such an almost top master is definitely what the demon clan that is now declining and can no longer decline is absolutely needed.

He was in a hurry, but he couldn't leave. Who knows if this is a way to attack the east and the west, and divert the tiger from the mountain? The ancient demon clan in Beiju Luzhou is the only one who is still struggling to support it, if he leaves, in case the power of Buddhism or Heavenly Court arrives, it doesn't take much effort at all to destroy him in the ancient demon clan of Beiju Luzhou.

"No matter what, Gonggong Mo, hold on! Don't be fine!" The teeth were tightly closed, and even the gums were bitten and bleeding a little, and Prince Lu Pressure's expression was extremely solemn.

Near the city wall of Shangming City, the capital of the Shangming Kingdom of Dongsheng Shenzhou, there are fewer and fewer balls of seven-colored light, and it only takes a few more breaths to make Mo Yin's body turn into powder, and it will be eliminated in this world from now on.

"One knife out, January arc!"

An old and deep voice came into the ears of the two people present, Mo Yin Mo Gonggong didn't think anything about it, but the heart of the ancient Buddha was tight, at this time, someone would come to intervene, so it was definitely friend or foe.

It was also the introduction of the saint and the Zhun Ti saint because they were seriously injured in the hands of these ants in the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace, so they didn't tell their subordinates the details of the battle in the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace, and the ancient Buddha of Vaishaba didn't know the meaning of these six words at all.

A curved sword slashed directly from the sky, bypassing the ball of seven-colored light at a rather strange angle, and then, the tip of the sword lightly touched the ball.

"Boom!"

Just like the seven-colored light of Fang Cai against the pure Yin Xuanqi, at such a point, the sphere formed by the convergence of the seven-colored light was unexpectedly self-defeating, and it directly burst open.

"Who? Who is here? I am acting in Buddhism, and I hope to make it convenient. Seeing such a situation, the heart of the ancient Buddha of Vaishava was really pinched. The person who can easily break this seven-colored light, even he has to look up to his strength, I am afraid that it has reached the level of fighting with the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the Oriental Liuli Medicine Master, and the King Buddha.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree can easily deal with the quasi-saints of the realm of Ming, but to win the realm of enlightenment, or even the masters of the peak of quasi-saints, it is still a little short, if the quasi-saint comes in person, it is almost the same, but Visheva is an ancient Buddha, no, absolutely not.

"Convenient?hahaha, funny, funny, you guys don't have any convenience with me, so why should I make it convenient for you?" Under the dark brown cloak, the other party's face could not be seen at all, but with the incomparably old tone and the wrinkled hand holding the scimitar, the ancient Buddha Vaishava could deduce that this was an old man, an absolutely old man.

In cultivation, it is just easy to change your appearance, and you can achieve such an effect by casually casting an illusion or blinding technique. But the ancient Buddha of Vaishaba could clearly feel that the life breath of the old man in front of him was really quite weak, quite aging, almost every minute, every second, his life breath was constantly declining.

"Look at you, even if you have the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in your hand, how can you have the appearance of a powerful Buddha Sect?" the old man said casually, just figuratively waving the scimitar in the air twice, and the few blades drawn out directly forced the ancient Buddha of Vaishava who was holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree to be in a hurry, and even the simplest and most basic maintenance of body shape became a problem.

The ancient Buddha of Vaishva is called a grievance. His fist is fierce and fierce, but the force of the punch is turned around and around under the traction of the knife. In less than a turn, the strength of his fist would involuntarily weaken by three points, and after just a few laps, this fist had become no different from a child's fight.

The other hand holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree is even more miserable, the seven-colored light is known as nothing but brushing, but there is also a degree. However, even if he used all his mana to brush these swords, he could only barely make the attack of the swords change slightly. But the sword has not retreated in waves, and wave after wave has come, which is simply about to tire out the life of the ancient Buddha of Vaishya.

Gonggong Mo, who had gained respite, narrowed his eyes and looked at them for a while, and then quickly flashed and came to the old man's side.

"That's enough, Your Excellency is going to deceive people too much!" When the third wound was cut on the left hand of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the ancient Buddha of Vaishava reacted, and the other party was just playing with him. The enraged Vaishva Ancient Buddha no longer cared about any matter of demeanor, so he yelled.

"Is it too much to deceive people, is it because you are too deceitful in Buddhism, or am I too deceitful to deceive people?" The old man, who was originally relatively calm, heard the roar of the ancient Buddha of Visheva, and suddenly became angry, and the scimitar came down from top to bottom, and it was another move "One knife out, one moon arc", and he slashed out directly.

"Poof!"

The mana of the pinnacle quasi-saint, with the blessing of indescribable sword moves and anger, directly split the ancient Buddha of Vaishava and even the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree into the air. The hastily condensed seven-colored light was not enough to block the power of the sword arc, and the internal organs of the ancient Buddha who had not had time to condense the golden body were directly injured, and even blood spurted out.

"Medicine Master, get out, I know you're here too!"

"Ahem, the Oriental Glass Medicine Master Venerable King Buddha has seen the demon sword rakshasa. A little golden light lit up from the sky, and a loud voice also floated down from the sky.