A white lotus platform emerged from beneath his feet, and Guan Shiyin was about to rush into the sword formation and cooperate with the leader of Tongtian Cult to kill Gu Xiechen.

Fuya Ming on the side snorted coldly, and rushed towards Guanyin with a ray of Buddha light. She shouted sternly: "Are you bullying the few with more people? There are more people here! Aredia, you come with me.

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Aredia, whose hands had been itchy for a long time, laughed happily, and a pair of black wings flew up from her back. The black flames swept through the void, and the black flames turned into a sea of ​​​​fire, rushing millions of miles in all directions.

Following closely behind Fuya Ming, Aredia raised her hand, and countless sticky black fireballs the size of ordinary planets shot out, densely hitting Guanyin and countless Buddhist cultivators around her.

Aredia acted casually, but the power was extremely powerful. Every fireball passed through the void, leaving a trail of nothingness behind it. Wherever the fireball passed, everything was burned, including the space there.

Completely swallowed by the fireball.

Fuya Ming was even more direct. She was still far away from Avalokitesvara. Two huge Buddha palms were shot out, directly covering Avalokitesvara and countless Buddhist cultivators behind her. If Avalokitesvara dodges, the Buddhist cultivators behind her will be

It is bound to be smashed into pieces by Fuya Ming's Buddha palm.

Having no choice but to frown, Guan Shiyin forced herself to meet Fuya Ming and Aredia's joint efforts.

Amitabha quickly recovered from his injuries under the treatment of a kind of disciple. He looked at Fuya Ming and Aredia who were besieging Guanyin, and shouted sternly: "Emperor King Buddha, today you and I can continue the battle we had back then! This time

, the poor monk will not hold back!"

Before he finished speaking, Demonic Dragon Gen had already flew in front of Amitabha. He looked at Amitabha and said with a strange smile: "Your opponent is me. Hey, don't blame us for being shameless, there are too many of us!"

As soon as his figure flickered, the demon Long Gen, who had long been salivating at the sight of the flesh and blood of these Buddhist cultivators, had already transformed into his true form. With his big mouth opening, he could cover a radius of thousands of miles and viciously devoured Amitabha and the countless Buddhist cultivators behind him.

Amitabha Buddha's face trembled with anger, and he said angrily: "Can such monsters become saints?"

Before he finished speaking, a cold wind blew down from the back of his head. Zhehua rode a large red coffin and hit Amitabha on the back of the head with the coffin! This guy killed hundreds of innate creatures and collected

The essence of their mother body wasted countless high-grade materials, and the natal magic weapon that was cast was a red coffin!

Amitabha shot out a vajra with his backhand and barely blocked the blow of Zhehua. He turned around and looked at Zhehua in a hurry. When he looked at it with his Dharma eyes, all the truth was in front of his eyes. Amitabha was so stunned that he spat out a mouthful of blood——Mozhen

It's just that the demon dragon Long Gen has become a saint, but actually, surprisingly, there is actually a sainted zombie slapping him behind?

Zhehua bared his teeth and smiled at Amitabha: "Don't blame me for beating you up, there are too many of us!"

Amitabha was about to speak to Zhehua, but his eyesight went dark, and Demonic Dragon Gen's mouth had already rushed in front of him. Where could he find the time to speak? Amitabha hurriedly built a golden relic pagoda, and barely held Demonic Dragon Gen back.

That scary big mouth.

Just as he was about to scold Zhehua and the others for not having any dignity and grace of a saint, another evil wind rushed over from the slanting thorn.

Maha transformed into a black light and struck at Amitabha's waist. While he was attacking Amitabha, he muttered in a low voice: "Don't blame me, my hands are itchy when I see a bald head. Alas, I want to hit him. No, no."

Blame me for punching you, there are too many of us!"

Zhehua, Maha, and Mo Zhenlonggen surrounded Amitabha and started beating him. The beating immediately left Amitabha in a state of darkness, and he could only barely protect himself. How could he have the strength to fight back?

In that compartment, Taishang Laojun and Yuanshi Tianzun saw the fighting scene here, and suddenly flew in the direction of Tongtian Cult Leader.

But there was a flash of cold light in the slanting stab, and the Corpse Emperor with a gloomy face stopped in front of the two of them. The Immortal Killing Sword Formation was suddenly floating beside the Corpse Emperor.

"After all, Jiuyou Dao is the legacy of Jie Jiao... there is still some pyrotechnic friendship. If you want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack, you can't!"

The Corpse Emperor snorted coldly, and flew up the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, engulfing the stunned Taishang Laojun and Yuanshi Tianzun in one fell swoop.

Now there was only one Siren left who was sitting in Sanlian City. He looked blankly at the many companions who had been fighting so hard. He suddenly pulled out the sword of fate, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Nuwa

My dear, I have to repay the favor of saving my life!"

A pair of black wings flew into the sky behind her back, and Siren brought a stream of cold light and rushed towards Nuwa, leading Zhunti's battle group.

The Fate Sword fell in the air, and struck the monkey who was swinging his stick to hit Haotian.

Gu Xiechen, who was struggling hard in the Tongtian Sect's main sword formation, rolled his eyes, pointed his hand, and a purple energy flew into the sky.

Gu Xiechen shouted sternly: "Monkey, your opportunity has come! Defeat your true form, and you will be a saint!"

The monkey who has been hiding in the Yuanyang Mysterious Pearl for these years to understand the secrets of heaven has been selflessly taught by Gu Xiechen. He must have a share of all the secrets and ways of heaven that Gu Xiechen understands. The monkey's talent is very high.

After practicing hard, he was only one step away from becoming a saint.

Purple air rose, and the monkey holding the stick of water, fire, wind and thunder roared with joy. Wearing golden armor and a golden crown on his head, with somersault clouds at his feet, he cheered and rushed towards his body, the Fighting Victory Buddha.

The somersault cloud escaped the light quickly, and the monkey arrived in front of the Fighting Victory Buddha in just the blink of an eye. The long stick brought countless cold lights and smashed it down on his head and face.

As he was beating Haotian, Dou Shengfo suddenly felt the same aura as his own. He quickly turned around to see the monkey, and couldn't help but grinned: "Who did you think Old Sun was? It turned out to be you, the stand-in who was used as a backup?

"

When the monkey heard the words of the fighting Buddha, his eyes could not help but turn bloody.

‘Stand-in for backup’?

Are he, Yang Jian, and so many people recruited by Gu Xiechen just backup substitutes?

The angry monkey's men's strength increased out of thin air. He laughed angrily and said: "Kill you, and I will be the only fighting Buddha in the world, Sun Wukong!"

The starting point of the long stick was exactly the same at both ends, and the breath was exactly the same, and there was no difference in the changes in magical powers. It was just that one monkey had become a saint, and the other stood on the threshold of sainthood, howling angrily, and fighting each other crazily.

The shadows of sticks shattered the void and rolled in all directions. Two crazy monkeys sprayed white foam and banged with all their strength. Their bodies gradually expanded, and in no time they were tens of thousands of miles high.

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Once these two monkeys get angry, the saints around them will be fine, but the Buddhist monks and heavenly soldiers and generals who are fighting fiercely will be unlucky.

The boundless shadow of the stick rolled and fell, and countless Buddhist cultivators and heavenly soldiers in the formation howled and were beaten into meat patties. The two monkeys were like lightning and wind, and no one could tell who was responsible. In short, two

The monkeys beat wildly, and the number of Buddhist cultivators and heavenly soldiers accidentally killed by them instantly increased to tens of millions. The two large formations collapsed suddenly, and countless Buddhist cultivators and heavenly soldiers fled for their lives in all directions.

The two large formations collapsed, and when the Buddhist cultivators and the heavenly soldiers were fleeing in panic, the cry of Gu Daoyuan rang out in the fierce void!

"Children, father and mother are having a lively fight, are you embarrassed to watch it here? Charge, kill! Kill!"

The Sanlian City suddenly moved. Driven by Gu Daoyuan, a bastard who was afraid of chaos in the world, countless bans were activated in the Three Liancheng City, and overwhelming immortal magic, magic, evil arts, and sorcery were unleashed like a storm.

There is no target, no opponent. The Buddhist cultivators under Zhunti's command are attacked by them; the heavenly soldiers of Queen Mother Haotian are attacked by them; the followers of Tongtian leader are attacked by them; the disciples of Amitabha Buddha are attacked by them; the Taishang Laojun and Yuanshi Tianzun are attacked by them.

A large number of the disciples were killed and wounded by the sudden blow.

The immortals from all sides were angry, and they didn't know who made the first move. Everyone launched a counterattack towards the Three Connected Cities.

Gradually, people from all sides got into a fight, and it turned into a huge melee. All the elite disciples of all the big forces in the universe were involved in the melee.

Gu Daoyuan was so excited that he danced for joy. He kept calling the many immortals in the Three Connected Cities who stayed behind in the First Line Star Abyss.

For a time, many immortals controlled by Gu Xiechen drove to Sanlian City and hurried over all the way.

One after another, the huge three connected cities joined the battlefield, and countless powerful magic restrictions were activated on the three connected cities, causing huge casualties to the immortals who only relied on magic weapons for protection.

The bloody battle was fierce, and three months passed in the blink of an eye. There were already countless immortals killed and injured here.

Just when the blood waves surging in the void were about to submerge all the thirty-third heavens of Tianfu, a huge and overwhelming aura suddenly surged out of the void.

In a small thatched cottage behind the Lingxiao Palace, an old Taoist who was no more than six feet tall and had a lump of flesh slowly flew into the air.

Everyone, including many saints, stopped at the same time.

The old Taoist sat cross-legged in the void, his cold and ruthless eyes casually scanning.

Wherever the sharp-knife gaze swept across, no one except the saints dared to raise their heads.
Chapter completed!