"this……"

Inside the city tower, Yundingtian saw Fang Ming's seal touching the ground, and all the demons fell down, and immediately retreated and looked at Shi Muni.

"Amitabha!"

The shock in Shi Muni's heart was no less than that in him, but he clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name without saying a word.

He seemed to see through the worldly love and touched his Zen gaze. Yundingtian immediately smiled awkwardly: "Haha...how could I doubt the master? Haha..."

But he still took a step back unconsciously.

This cannot be said that he does not know anything. As the lord of a city, he has always had extraordinary eyesight and can be called a golden eye.

I can only say that Fang Ming pretends to be too similar, and no matter how old the world is, he will be defeated.

...

"Sure enough, the Buddhist masters are very good at Zen! They are beyond my expectations, you can get on!"

When the prince of Dagan saw this, he sighed and waved his hand. The Iron Buddha, the young man in blood armor, and even the masters such as Feng Lingzi turned into black shadows and pounced on him.

But I know that facing a master like Fang Ming, the human wave tactics are almost ineffective and a real opponent must be restrained.

"Eat me a palm!"

The young man with blood armor came first, almost turning into a faint blood shadow. With a whistling sound, four blood beasts that looked like humans and beasts rushed over. The whistling wind suddenly came and slaughtered, and a palm was slammed out, carrying a bloody aura in the sky.

"Well? You are from the Blood Dragon Army, but you are not the Son of the Blood God!"

Fang Ming was also quite interested in this mysterious and unpredictable magical skill that seemed to be able to raise blood beasts. When his mind changed, the skill of eating wind and drinking dew in his body stopped, and changed to the nameless Brahma magic skill that was comprehensible in the world of clouds that day. The Yijin Sutra and Bodhidharma nerves made him shine brightly, like an Arhat descending, not inferior to the golden body of the Tantric Dharma King.

"drink!"

While drinking, Fang Ming punched it out with a punch, like a slap in the Vajra, with great compassion and a strong aura of Buddhism's unique devil subduing.

Pang!

The fists and palms intersected, but the young man with blood armor turned red and quickly retreated. The blood-colored true energy on his hands fluctuated, and the palms seemed to be burned, revealing a terrifying charred black color.

"What a pure Buddhist Zen skill!"

Listening to the fearful words of the young man in the blood armor, Fang Ming smiled slightly, knowing that this person's Blood Shadow Magical Art was a deviant sword, and was greatly restrained by Buddhism.

The blood-Dao magical skills have always been like this, and they are restrained by the righteous martial arts. But how can the drop of water destroy the fire? If it reaches the point of the blood dragon Ao Wuxu, it would be another matter.

"Roar!"

The owner was injured, and the four blood beasts were even more crazy, roaring and pounced on them, and their minions were sharp weapons, carrying blood poison.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna!!!"

Fang Ming had a tangled muscles on his body. Suddenly, his feet were paused, and two pieces of land were lifted up, turning into a hard iron plate. He was suddenly grabbed and closed in the middle.

Bang!

It was like a slap of a fly, and the four blood beasts were firmly trapped in the middle of the giant ball formed by rocks and soil.

"Sakya throws the elephant!"

Fang Ming held a giant mud ball weighing ten tons, but it was a light and unspeakable freehand painting. He smiled and threw the ball towards the direction of the prince!

boom!

Faced with this kind of blow like a heavenly punishment by the stone thrower, the Iron Buddha Venerable, Feng Lingzi and other demons who rushed over before were all embarrassed to avoid it, and there were also innate masters who could not dodge. They were immediately crushed into flesh mud, and the stone ball rolled directly to the imperial guards of the prince of Dagan along the bloody road, making his face dark.

Subduing dragons and tigers is so powerful!

"You said you are Shamuni?!"

In the city tower, Lei Xingtian and Jingtian Jianzi also arrived. Looking at the powerful "Shi Muni" below, his suspicious eyes were nailed to Shi Muni.

"Amitabha!"

Shi Muni finally couldn't bear it and smiled bitterly: "Although I haven't met you, my name is well-known..."

At this time, he looked at Fang Ming, who was emerging in Buddhist mysteries below, and Lei Xingtian and Jingtian Jianzi, who were facing a great enemy, and his eyes jumped slightly, sighed and handed over a jade book of the golden palace: "This is my monk's certificate! It can prove the identity of the little monk!"

...

The refugees kept roaring and rushed into the gap, but intentionally or unintentionally left the battlefield to other great masters.

Fang Ming went deeper and could even see the gloomy face of Prince Dagan.

"Don't be rude!"

The Iron Buddha took a step forward and did not recognize that the person in front of him was the demon lord who had drunk and talked a lot a few days ago. Instead, he really regarded Fang Ming as the enemy of the Rushi Temple, and his actions were full of ghost energy: "Hundreds of ghosts walked at night!"

The black true energy covers the sky, deep and dark, and it seems that there are hundreds of ghosts hiding in it.

"Taiping Qing must be the best, the five elements return to the original world!"

Feng Lingzi followed a group of masters to siege and assist, and his wonderful skills emerged one after another.

"hehe……"

Seeing this, Fang Ming's mouth had a strange smile, and suddenly his hands formed seals, like pushing the sun wheel.

boom!

Behind him, a circle of phantoms of the sun appeared, and the golden flames of the sun swept across the sky, and in an instant, the ghost clouds in the sky were dispersed.

Fang Ming had a solemn face, and his hands turned, and the golden flame of the sun that melted gold and turned into an iron turned into a sun wheel, turning slowly, as if the gods were pulling the sun wheel, bringing endless anger.

"Big Flame Sunshine Seal!!!"

The Iron Buddha exclaimed.

Immediately.

The steamer filled with golden flames of the sun swept across the board in a powerful posture, and even the ground melted!

Before Feng Lingzi and other demons even screamed, they were wiped out under the flames. Only the Grand Master's Iron Buddha barely escaped, and blood was stained with the sky. Charred marks appeared on his chest, and a mouthful of black blood suddenly spit out, and his eyes seemed to see an irreconcilable enemy.

Just under that move just now, his true body of the Ghost King was broken! The power of Zhiyang Zhigang even invaded his body, causing irreparable injuries. If there is no chance in the future, he might not be able to re-cultivate it in his whole life.

"It is indeed one of the ten unique skills of Rushi Temple!"

The young man who was about to pounce on the blood armor saw this scene, his eyes twitched wildly and he ran without looking back.

If the Buddhist true energy is only restrained by him, the sun gold and fire of the Great Flame Sun Wheel Seal is like a nemesis for his half-tone blood shadow magic!

As long as you accidentally get a little bit of it and invade your body, you may be able to immediately lose your merits and die!

Although this person is Xiao Yong, he is not a fool. If the person who gives orders is the blood dragon Ao Wuxu, then he knows that he will have to go to death.

But just a big prince is not worth his life for!

Therefore, not only did they run away, but they even ran without hesitation.

Of course Fang Ming will have the Great Flame Sun Wheel Seal!

He was carrying the Great Light Fist Seal, which was equivalent to the general outline of the martial arts of Rushi Temple. No matter what kind of Buddhist moves are, he could find them everywhere.

Before, he invited a battle with Shi Muni, and used the Heavenly Eye to see the way of practicing this skill. In addition, his own exploration and deduction, he used it at this time to perform it, and it was more authentic than Shi Muni's, and more grand and supreme light.

...

"this……"

Above the city tower, the real Shi Muni's sideburns shed a trace of cold sweat: "I am willing to go down to kill demons and eliminate demons to prove my identity!"

He was also frightened by Fang Ming's extremely authentic big-eyed sunshine!

I thought that maybe it was a senior from Rushi Temple, and I wanted to go down to recognize each other.

"Slow down!"

The Shocking Sword Zi was unsheathed and blocked Shi Muni: "You are an enemy or a friend at this time, so why not wait first..."

They couldn't help but be so careful.

Because the Ghost King Temple is the true story of the defection of Rushi Temple, there have always been demon disciples in Guiwang Temple who pretended to be a monk in Rushi Temple, but they were still very conscientious. They have really deceived many people and corrupted the reputation of Rushi Temple.

Now other sects are scared, so how dare they let Muni go so easily?

Even Yun Dingtian himself touched the knife wound just now, and he felt a little worried, for fear that Shi Muni, the "demon monk", had secretly not known what evil poisons he had planted on himself in order to heal his wounds.

...

"This sunshine mark is good, it is indeed a magic tool for clearing the field!"

Seeing that the original large number of masters within the range of the sun's golden flames, and the old devil Feng Lingzi, who was delicious with human flesh, turned into ashes without saying a word, Fang Ming nodded with satisfaction.

"At this time, the Demonic Dao and the Blood Dragon Guard will not really kill the prince. The one who rushed up must be this man's loyal team, and they will all kill him!"

Looking at the master who was shouting to protect the prince, Fang Ming couldn't help but flash a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

"You all retreat!"

Seeing Fang Ming so fiercely, he killed the master like chopping melons and vegetables, and letting him do great things, he felt so distressed that he would be bleeding.

At this time, Fang Ming had already reached ten feet, and the prince of Dagan did not do useless work. He knew that he had underestimated the martial arts of the "Buddha Son" of Rushi Temple before, and immediately ordered it.

But there was also a cold flash in Fang Ming's eyes.
To be continued...