Before Tianhe was sucked into the space of the fallen Buddha, in the open space of the Lin family's ancestral temple, Wu Neng was bored looking at the people who were fighting to death. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info judging from this guy's many years of experience in shooting other people's black bricks, the one who can get the remnants of the Emperor Shun Sword is definitely the last person to make a move.

As the most promising Buddhist disciple, he felt that he was born to be a fisherman's material, otherwise his grilled fish skills would be so good.

Hmph, let's fight, let's fight. A few over there, yes, it's you, what do you see, although the Buddha is a jade tree in the wind, there is absolutely no problem with sexual orientation, you just don't see the eyeballs, and the Buddha is too lazy to bird you. Isn't it just to take a treasure, so that you can also get distracted, it's really unprofessional.

And a few of you, will there be a sneak attack? I have long seen that Ziyang's dead old man is not pleasing to the eye, such a good opportunity, you don't go up and stab twice, just dare to come out to grab the treasure with this look, be careful and finally grab the **** back as a treasure and offer it.

Tsk, what the hell is going on, why is the Buddha so eye-catching everywhere he goes? Hey, this person, he still looks a little frustrated, so it's more convenient to do anything.

Wu Neng was shaking his head and sighing, attracting a large number of vigilant eyes wherever he went.

I don't want to think about his reputation as an evil arhat, it has long been so stinky that it can't stink anymore. Coupled with the big and round bald head, it reflects the noon sun brightly, and it can blind a dog's eye wherever it goes. Not to mention that he was still carrying a huge black brick more than half a person high in his hand, if he was hit by that thing, he would be braindead if he didn't die.

One, five, ten......

Wu Neng silently counted the monks who fell to the ground, and there were still dozens of monks in the field who cultivated above the ninth layer realm, and they joined forces to surround Ziyang, because the remnant figure was in his hands, and it was impossible to escape without killing all the people.

Even Yue Heng has been bad for the pond fish, Zhu Lie's aggressive temperament has come up, regardless of whether you are from the seventh layer realm or not, I have long seen that you are not pleasing to the eye, so I will beat you first. As long as the well-known genius of Ziwei Palace is beaten down, fame in the world is just a matter of sprinkling water.

With such a thought, Zhu Lie was extremely energetic when he moved his hands, and Huo De Baojian exerted a super power in his hands, forcing Yue Heng to be in a hurry.

Of course, there is still a realm gap between them, and the reason why Yueheng can't take down Zhu Lie for a long time is because Wu Neng is behind him. That look, that look, he was sure that if he was a little lax, Wu Neng would definitely shoot him into a meatloaf. Because when Wu Neng entered the Heavenly Court, he had laughed at Wu Neng for being a bald donkey and wanted to be good, and since then he has not suffered much from Wu Neng's stuffiness.

"...... Uproar"

In Wu Neng's opinion, the back of Yue Heng's head is very round and elastic, and when he shoots it with black bricks, the feel is absolutely first-class, and he wants to shoot it a second time if you shoot it once. Just as he was pondering whether it was time to start, a hurricane suddenly rolled up in the field, raising dust that covered the sky, and it was fascinating to see.

An inexplicable palpitation suddenly surged into Wu Neng's heart, as if there was a scarlet pupil in the dark, which opened silently behind him, and when he turned back, in the mist, the woman who haunted him slowly appeared, stepping on the mist like a veil of smoke, as if he was overwhelmed by the cold of the wind and rain, one step at a time, and the pity walked into his world.

"Luo Hua ......"

Wu Neng murmured softly, and walked towards the woman with his feet uncontrollably, but before he could get closer, a sword light suddenly fell from the sky, cutting the mist, the woman, and everything in the world in half.

That sword light was very evil, and it seemed to be a high-profile display with a spiritual attack that could make people fall into chaos. Where the sword light passed, everything did not exist, and the lives were destroyed.

Such a powerful and anti-heaven sword light enlightenment can have been seen on Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace, as the head of the Nine Great Dao Sect, the mountain protection array is incomparably strong, but it is still in that terrifying giant sword, destroyed to the ground, full of devastation.

Can Hangzhou City, which has no defensive power, survive under that sword?

"No, that's a fierce sword catastrophe, how could he appear? Why did I suddenly see Luo Hua just now? Hallucination? Could it be that I fell into an illusion unconsciously? Who has such great ability to calculate the Buddha!"

Wu Neng was startled, and hurriedly recited the vajra mantra silently, but unfortunately there was still a fog in front of him, and occasionally the scarlet sword light carried an infinite ghost roar, frantically and aimlessly swept around him, causing unimaginable destruction.

Wu Neng was terrified to dodge the sword, not to mention the ten thousand tribulations of one of the seven fierce swords, even if it was far inferior to its fierce sword Hundred Tigers, the power was not something he could compete with head-on today.

I don't know how long it took, but Wu Neng finally felt a clear sight in front of him, and the illusion applied to his body was inexplicably ineffective. Looking around, Gono could barely believe what he was seeing.

The rich and prosperous city of Hangzhou is gone, replaced by pieces of ruins and broken walls, there are many more moats on the ground, a black and swarthy piece, wide and boundless, bottomless, and constantly coming out of the cold, that is the masterpiece of the fierce sword.

The monks who were snatching the remnants of the map stopped one after another, and only a few people were still alive, and even the dead old man of Ziyang was gone. Not far away, the statues of Xuming, Yufa and Thousand-armed Guanyin are still there, but Tianhe, Xuyao, and Lin Cheng's father and son are gone.

"What the hell just happened?"

Wu Neng muttered to himself, and everything just now was like being in a dream. But the reality didn't give him time to think slowly, because the appearance of Shura made everyone present feel like a man.

The monks who had been watching all the time gathered together, and in the face of a combination like Shura and Ten Thousand Tribulations, if they didn't hold together, they would only die faster.

"Gao Yang, you dare to plot against me!"

Shura resisted the wind, the blood around his body was rolling, and the fierce sword in his hand was like a wild beast that had escaped, constantly emitting a high-pitched roar. After drinking blood, the aura it exudes is even more tyrannical and more ferocious.

"Hmph, the sword in your hand was forged by me with great effort, and if you steal it for yourself, you will be my enemy!"

Gao Yang's angry voice echoed in the air, he had been planning hard for ten years in order to design today's situation, Shura was eroded by the eroded mind of ten thousand tribulations, and after continuous killing, the demon in his heart was the most powerful.

If it weren't for Tianhe breaking the thousand-eyed heart demon of the fallen Buddha stone, Shura would be immersed in endless killing, and the more he used the ten thousand tribulations, the more serious the erosion would be, and the final result would be that his own life, spiritual power and soul were all reduced to the nourishment of the ten thousand tribulations, so that Gao Yang would be able to recover the ten thousand tribulations effortlessly.

Otherwise, with the strength of Shura and the perversion of ten thousand tribulations, even as a heavenly immortal, he would have to retreat.

"Now that the ferocity of the Ten Thousand Tribulations has been stimulated, if you don't let it drink blood, you just wait for its backlash!"

Gao Yang's voice was a little proud, undulating in the void repeatedly, making it impossible to find his location: "Unless you return the catastrophe to me, this seat will be staring at you in secret, so you can ask for more blessings!"

"Kill!"

There is nothing to say, no one knows better than Shura the horror of the revolt. He already felt the imminent imminent movement of the Ten Thousand Tribulations, and if he blindly suppressed it, it would only backfire.

Shura is fierce and powerful, and the evil way does not dare to fight with him at all, but it is the righteous path monks such as Yufa, so they can only face it hard, otherwise after today, Hangzhou will become a dead city. (To be continued.) )