For a while, these two people were the only ones who could speak on the field. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info others are either not enough identity, or there are heavy casualties, and they don't even have this qualification.

"One", Mu Ran stared at Maitreya Buddha tightly, ignoring others at all.

A cold wind blew, blowing the hearts of everyone present. In this ever-changing battlefield, no one can be confident enough to survive to the end.

But Mu Ran has. His gaze ranged from clear to cloudy, from bright to dull. Gradually, his eyes no longer seemed to have the focus of his pupils, and instead were filled with endless confusion.

"Amitabha, hehe, the fire spirit donor is really good at laughing. Maitreya Buddha swung his right hand behind him, and dangled a large cloth bag in his left hand on his chest, saying, "This demon is the master of the six prisons of the Samsara Sect, who has killed countless people, and this Buddha is compassionate and wants to take him to the Pure Land of Western Buddhism to remove his sins and murderous aura with supreme Buddhism." Such meritorious deeds should be done in accordance with the way of heaven. How can the donor rely on the profundity of mana to act recklessly?"

is a Buddha of Buddhism, and every word in his words is really beautiful, and in a few words, he can lead an ordinary thing to the ethereal general trend of heaven. It seems that the ability of the Buddha to have a tongue and a golden lotus is not a blind blow.

However, no one noticed that the hand that Maitreya Buddha hid in the cuff behind him, and the hand that was still full of golden Buddha power, had two more deep scars that could be seen in the bone. Although these wounds are healing at a very fast pace, the injuries are injuries after all, and in any case, Maitreya Buddha's momentum is much smaller than before.

"II. Mu Ran's tone didn't mean to discuss at all, he just continued to count for himself. He didn't take Maitreya Buddha's threat to heart at all. The Heavenly Dao is not the biggest, and it is just a kind of Dao between the universes.

"This, donor, everything is easy to discuss, don't use a knife or a gun for this, it's really not worth it! Even if you have superior mana and can get away with beating this Buddha, but there are not a few ancient Buddhas in my Buddhism, and there are even the first people under the saint to come to the Buddha, the donor is afraid that it will be difficult to resist even if he has three heads and six arms." So, donor, why ......" Maitreya Buddha still did not give up, his mouth chattered, but a bunch of words begging for mercy turned out to be a threat. This kind of threat, put on the ordinary quasi-saints, may really be afraid of the three points of Buddhism and give up insistence. But Mu Ran himself has a holiday with the Western Buddhism Double Sage, so how can he care about a few quasi-saints?

"One. Raising his head, Mu Ran's eyes had completely dispersed, as if this was no longer a creature condensed with the aura of heaven and earth, but a dead corpse with no life at all.

"It's time. Mu Ran waved his robe, and a flaming long knife burst out of his cuff. Unlike the previous flaming and oversized long knife, this one was a normal size knife and even a size smaller than the usual one. But naturally it's bigger than Rakshasa's scimitar. The crimson flame on the blade of the knife has condensed into crystals, turning the void into reality, and turning into a real "flame knife".

"Shi ....... don't use the knife, that Amitabha Buddha, don't move the knife!" Maitreya Buddha saw this red long knife shot, and knew that something was wrong. He had just been stabbed, and he already knew that the guy in front of him was not only fierce in flames, but also surprisingly fierce in his knife skills. Now that huge force has converged on such a small knife, if it takes another blow, it may not be injured, but I am afraid that this golden body will be almost destroyed.

"Donor, stop, everything is negotiable!" Seeing that the situation is not right, where does Maitreya Buddha dare to stay where he is? Even the seven-rank lotus platform under his feet is abandoned, and one of them is vacated, and he is about to run to the west.

At this time, facing the direction of his fangcai, Mu Ran had already slashed out fiercely. This sword was full of momentum, and it slashed straight at the seven-rank lotus platform that remained in place.

The seven-pin lotus platform is a magic weapon that only the Buddha is qualified to control, of course, it is only the lotus seeds in the Western Eight Treasures Merit Pond to show the dignity of identity. Not to mention that it can't be mentioned with the twelve-rank innate lotus platform, that is, the nine-rank merit golden lotus that was bitten by the mosquito Dao people and lost the third grade is far better than the ordinary seven-rank lotus platform.

At this moment, Mu Ran's body was one of the four innate lotus platforms, the twelve fiery red lotuses. Not only does he have a low-level fear of a high-level, but he is also a combination of Mu Ran's strength and obsession, and he is at his peak. A mere golden lotus can't stop this majestic sword aura at all.

The seven-grade golden lotus swelled instantly, and the huge sword qi of the seven swords shot out in the direction where the seven golden lotuses were, centering on this devastated lotus platform, and spreading out in all directions!

Maitreya Buddha just rose into the air, and when he saw that Mu Ran's knife move had been split, he knew that the other party couldn't retract his sword momentum for a while, so he hurriedly ran out. But who knew that the speed of this sword qi was amazing, far better than the speed of flying through the sky. Maitreya Buddha only felt a chill behind him, and then he was dizzy and hit hard.

Fortunately, the sword qi was divided into seven, and its strength, lethality, and burning power were greatly reduced. Otherwise, this knife might really be able to split the unsuspecting Maitreya Buddha in half.

The whole body felt a hot pain, and Maitreya Buddha really hurt his heart this time. He has always been the only one who teaches others, even if the Buddha is courteous to him, I have never seen someone so arrogant and so ruthless.

The first time, this is the first time that Maitreya Buddha has been so seriously injured, and it is also the first time that he feels death, so close.

"Fire Spirit, you deceive people too much!" Maitreya Buddha was indeed annoyed and angry, but on the surface, he smiled very happily, laughed so much that he was heartless. With each laugh, the extra piece of flesh on his body shook with it.

looked coldly at Maitreya Buddha in the distance, or rather, Mu Ran just stared at an area in front of him and stood stupidly without any basis. But everyone can feel that the breath of both of them has firmly locked each other.

Not to mention what kind of animal it was, even if it was the falling leaves, there was no way to get close to the two of them, either they were burned to ashes by the fierce flames of the sword qi, or they were turned into nothingness by bursts of golden light.

"Hand over the bag of the day after tomorrow", Mu Ran stretched out his hand, and the flame knife was aimed at Maitreya Buddha. Between his words, there is no trace of emotion, and there is only ruthlessness to achieve the end by any means.

Full of obsession, nothing else.

"Okay, well, since you want this bag so much, then the Buddha will give it to you!" slapped his belly hard, and Maitreya Buddha's stomach made a earth-shattering sound. Then he jumped to his feet and threw the bag with all his might.

The day after tomorrow, the bag went sideways, and the rope that trapped the mouth of the bag kept loosening, and the bag was about to open.

Not far away, Maitreya Buddha was holding on to a big tree, and the corners of his mouth were still dripping with blood. But the smile in his eyes was doubly obvious and evil.

"Since you like this bag so much, then you can go in with him!"