It is difficult for the sword holder to even draw the sword!

But in front of the sky, the perception of swordsmanship seems to be magnificent, and it is clear that the outside is strong and the inside is strong, but it is pieced together from here and there.

Essentially, he has a master with good swordsmanship.

How can such a mediocre person get the green eyes of the Buddha's Sword Angry Immortal?

"Pap tap tap..."

The upper and lower bodies of sections of infants were smashed to the ground one after another, twisting and curling up in the Buddha's light. Although they did not die, they screamed incessantly.

Upon closer inspection, the sword light that splits each half of the body of the infant race contains the meaning of Mo Jian, hiding the reality of the separation of time and space.

It is still vaguely visible that there is a very light golden "wishing force" inside that adheres to the wound, preventing the super-realized life attribute from resurrecting.

Dao Qiongcang chuckled, swung the sword and put it on his shoulder.

Suddenly, he realized that this move was very indecent and inconsistent with his status as a swordsman, so he had no choice but to move the sword back, hold it at an angle with all his strength, and stand proudly.

When Diying Shengzhu asked this question in shock, he, who was born as the Riddler, did not intend to answer in detail even though he had become the Sword Immortal Dao Dao Qiongang. On the contrary, his response was more concise and disdainful:

"A summer of chilling cicadas is enough to cry miserably."

"Want to know about autumn and winter? Just make your ears smile!"

Bang!

He shook the Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword down.

The strong will power surged out like a golden torrent, spreading along the Mysterious Formation of Pseudo-Sword Dao, instantly transcending the souls of the Ying-died Sacred Plant in each of the infant race people, causing them to stop struggling and go west peacefully.

have to say.

Just these two sentences, just this action.

Diying Shengzhu's anger was directly aroused to the extreme.

rampant!

It is simply as rampant as transgression!

It's just that you just killed more than thirty of my deceased infants with one sword. Do you really think you have a Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword? Are you really lawless?

"Tao! Qiong! Cang!"

The Diying Sacred Plant drank angrily and actually stimulated swollen nameless infant seeds in its own fractures.

The infant species has no form at all, and is only endowed with the most powerful power of the Medicine Ancestor, transforming into vitality, steep and broken.

With the sound of "chi la", the purple-green life juice splashed out like pus from a sore, pulling up and down, causing the lotus roots to break.

brush!

In an instant, the willpower was wiped away.

The upper and lower halves of the Diying Holy Plant are connected back together, just like the beginning of the war.

Such a disgusting way of "connecting" made Dao Qiongtian frown.

This time, there is no need for Diying Shengzhu to take action.

He had already swiped the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword with one finger, stained it with nine drops of holy blood, broke the Buddha Sword's ring, and sacrificed it to kill them all.

Immediately, the golden light bloomed in the sword, and Dao Qiongcang also muttered something:

"The way of the sword is called 'Nine'. Jiu is here to take control and cleanse my roots of wisdom..."

"The way of the sword is called 'Wan'. Wan Jian returns and pays homage to the Buddha in the West..."

"The way of the sword is called 'heart'. The heart is fearless and the eyes are fearless..."

"The way of the sword is called 'Mo'..."

"The way of the sword is called 'love'..."

"The way of the sword is called 'wu'..."

The heavy sounds overlapped in one place, as if there were nine mouths hidden in his mouth, and the nine mouths were mumbling at the same time, producing nine sounds.

The nine sounds correspond to the nine bloods, and the nine bloods return to form.

After a moment of worship, I was born as a Buddha!

"Familiar with..."

Two "swastikas" were printed on Dao Qiongcang's eyes, and at the end he could no longer hear the words in his mouth, but the layers of light on his body increased, enveloping his whole body in golden light, making him hazy and illusory.

Suddenly, he threw the Angry Immortal high, and the Buddha's sword spun up. He clasped his hands together and pressed his fingertips against the falling sword.

The Sanskrit sounds finally converge into existence, and they are conveyed with this word:

"There is no resentment in the world, the three realms are empty, there is emptiness, and there is no evolution."

"If the Buddha has a grudge, the prison should be full, the underworld should be filled, and the human world should be sparse."

The body is rickety.

Lift it up sharply.

"Heaven's solution, there is resentment!"

Behind the sky, a huge Buddha appears.

That statue has eyes closed and a sad face. The left hand wants to rest in the sky but is half-lowered. The right palm wants to rest quietly but has little force. It has a strong feeling of being unable to do anything, "It is difficult for people to live in this world, and it is difficult for people to live in this world."

But it fell into the eyes of Diying Shengzhu...

Such an inactive Buddha image has a golden solution flowing all over his body - that is actually the surging power of faith, the power of the second generation of pure spiritual thoughts and wishes!

His sorrow is my sorrow.

It's just that when the power of this phase first appeared, it was clear that the Diying Shengzhu was compatible with the fate of the ancestors. I still felt that I was humble and could not match the meaning of the other phase to help the world.

"boom!"

Her roots suddenly exploded, like a human kneeling down, and her upper body fell steeply to the ground.

impossible!

This is impossible!

The Diying Sacred Plant, which was lying on its knees, looked like a crazy demon.

She wanted to lift her body up and refused to worship the Buddha, but her thoughts were crazy and the suppression she suffered was even greater.

Like a mountain!

Like the sea sinking shoulders!

There is no need to touch the Buddha at such a vast distance. The Buddha's image has been invited and already has the power of aspiration to "slowly" transcend its own evil spirits, demonic spirits, and all kinds of alienated powers.

Xu Xu only refers to the indifference, not the speed.

"No--"

Diying Shengzhu buried his head and roared.

Her whole body was festering and she was losing everything.

But the more frantic and resistant she became, the more unable she was to hold her head up.

The extraordinary experience from ancient times to the present made Di Ying Shengzhu quickly realize the "thought" and "goodness" of this phase...

Higher than yourself!

His way is like that of the ten ancestors!

With such a powerful force of suppression, how can we be afraid of struggling and breaking free? Only when we have a heart that is essentially good can we break away from the reality of "transcendence".

Can……

Quiet?

Calm down?

Be dedicated to good and stop being different from yourself?

--How can it be!

Diying Shengzhu is simply going crazy.

She has fallen under the evil gate. If she follows the path of the Buddha, her own path will surely collapse.

But if you don't obey, how can you break free from this terrible power and seek freedom?

besides!

How could such a sword be achieved by Xiao Xiaodao Qiongqiang, who was well versed in stealing and had no idea where he borrowed such power?

"Buddha Sword, Buddha Sword, lend me the Buddha Sword..."

"I don't need to have anything, it comes from nothing..."

While he was kneeling on the ground, he heard the sound of footsteps ahead, accompanied by several melancholy sounds.
To be continued...