In the collapsed and fallen Buddha realm, the two figures each withdrew their red, and the golden body of Du'e Temple's abbot ruptured. E "Small ┡" says www% w. Ω1XIAOOSHUO. COM

The Siji Realm was slightly better than others, but was also slightly injured, and the white light was extinguished several times, seeming to return to its original form.

"drink"

Shen Sheng, the Master of the Four Extreme Realms, just drank the power of the white cocoon to stabilize the peak state. I saw a cold wave of light rushing out of the aftermath of the rage, and it was almost three inches below my heart.

A sword entered the body, and blood spewed out. Ning Chen turned the blade forward in his hand, devoted all his strength, stepped on it, and the blade entered another inch.

"Uh"

The Master of the Four Extreme Realms groaned and was retreated by the force of the sword for several steps, and the blood in his mouth flowed out.

"presumptuous"

The Master of the Four Polar Realms was furious and endured a severe pain in his heart, and he resolutely returned.

Shooting with palms, fierce and powerful, directly hit Ning Chen's chest, shocking power, let people tremble.

Ning Chen crossed the demon sword to resist, but still flew out by the immense palm strength, vermilion dyed himself.

In the chest of the four pole realm, the light armor cracked, and a dazzling white appeared. Under the beating heart, there was a terrifying vision of white cocoon bound. .

"Really a monster"

Ning Chen struggled to stabilize his body, looked at the prospects, his eyes condensed, but this did not break open, the power of this white cocoon was really troublesome.

"Mr. Zhiming, it's your own death!"

The Master of the Four Polar Realms couldn't restrain his anger. His palm turned, and a white mist came out of the wound on his chest, and it quickly spread out. The endless, just a few breathing efforts, enveloped most of the Yajie Mountain. .

After the white mist insect tide flew out, the bright light battle armor white light flashed over, the wound healed automatically, and regained its original condition.

With the emergence of the insect tide, the Bailian Buddha Realm, which was already full of holes, was hit hard again, and the white fog was tens of thousands.

The Buddha's light was restrained, and a blood mark appeared on the abbot's face of Du'e Temple, which was actually injured by the insect tide.

Ning Chen looked at the white mist and insect tide that filled the sky and earth, his expression sinking, and said, "Senior abbot is careful, this thing can devour the true elements and flesh and blood, and the vitality is extremely tenacious, it is difficult to kill."

"I regret it now, it's too late"

The voice did not fall, the main figure of the four pole realm has moved, and a palm shot came to the front of the two.

Ning Chen and the Buddha on earth joined together to resist the murderous opportunity. However, the gap between cultivation and cultivation was difficult to resist the sky.

The white mist insect wave spreads endlessly, the more horrible the energy of engulfment, the broken Bailian Buddha Realm will soon reach the endurance limit, and it will not be completely broken at any time.

Under the pressure of the Abbot of Du'e Temple, he immediately felt that his battle would be defeated without further delay. When the hand was overturned, Nawan Buddha was in one body, and the Buddha's light was reflected in himself. Move the last Buddha Yuan.

Ten Thousand Buddhas are united, the world is reappeared. In the vast golden light, a supremely solemn state is manifested, and the terrible coercion swept through the vastness, just like the **** Buddha came to the world, and the world is free.

Dharma Proof Avenue, Bodhi is dusty, supreme Buddha power, at this moment, the whole Foshan is bathed in Buddha light.

Seeing that the battle situation had reached the last moment, Ning Chen also stood up and rose to the heart of the Buddha, pulling out a golden kangran love sword, turning into a stream of light, and the sword combined to break the evil.

"Bai Lian shines on the world, Buddha Buddha"

The strongest chanting of the magic world in the world of the Buddha reappeared in the world. In an instant, thousands of Buddhas were sublimated and transformed into the power of the monstrous demons. Like.

The Master of the Four Polar Realms angered, entered the ground with one foot, stopped the retreat, palmed a body to practice extreme behavior, and slammed into the depressed Buddha light.

In a moment of stalemate, the sword front is coming again, and the king of the gods is coming.

"Waiting for you!"

At this moment, the flames in the hands of the Master of the Four Polar Realms turned sharply, slashing the coming people.

Suddenly, when the sword came to the front, Yan Wang Shenbing flew out, the water shattered, and then returned.

"Uh"

The golden blade that appeared from behind penetrated the heart, and the blood spewed, staining the land of Foshan.

The Master of the Four Polar Realms looked at the Divine Soldier who was revealed in front of his chest, and he vomited out with a spit of blood.

The heart is seriously hurt, the vitality is scattered, the success is seen, and the variables are for life.

Above Foshan, the situation is changing, the thunder is masterpiece, the white brilliance is flourishing for nine days, and the white silk is coming out of the body below the main heart mouth of the four poles. In the blood mist that flows all over the sky, a huge white moth slowly appears, horror The coercion of the country, rippling China, shocked the world.

In an instant, countless eyes looked toward the direction of Mijie Mountain, and his face was horrified.

In the raging waves, the abbots of Ning Chen and Du'e Temple were stepped back by this terrifying coercion. After barely holding their figure, they stared at the front with shock and dignity.

At the next moment, the dazzling white light converged, the moth entered the body, the body of the four-pole realm was added, the white battle jacket was added, the strange patterns spread, secret and powerful.

The huge moth wings appeared, and after a short spread, they turned into white light and disappeared.

The sky was full of insects, and the body of the Siji Realm slowly rose, and then disappeared in front of the two people.

"Him Hou, Abbot of Du'e Temple, take note of this battle for a while, and wait for the deity to return, let you experience what is the horror of hell"

The last words, with a heavy murderous opportunity, echoed in Foshan, and the enemy was seriously injured. It should have been fortunate that the two of them, at this moment, no one can be happy, the master of transformation and regeneration of the four poles has just emerged. Horrible, what a powerful opponent will be when he recovers.

"Mr. Ming, how do you explain!"

The abbot of Du'e Temple was extremely ugly, and his anger was burning. Pingbai of Foshan was greatly robbed by this, and he also caught such a terrible enemy. Such a situation was brought by the people in front of him.

"Senior abbot, Zhiminghoufu welcomes you at any time and discusses the law to deal with the four extremes"

Ning Chen should say a word, wave his hand away the sword, close the mahogany box, cover the edge of the sword, immediately step out, Su Yi scattered, disappeared into the night sky.

The abbot of Du'e Temple clasped with his right hand, but the dumb loss that he couldn't bear but had to endure made the heart of the Buddha have an infinite killing intention.

Behind the earth, the desolate Foshan, a terrible rift crisscrossed, and mountains and rocks collapsed everywhere. After World War I, people couldn't help but return to the unforgettable nightmare four years ago.

At dawn, the Great Xia Imperial City, the Fate Palace, the plain clothes appeared, and Ning Chen came back.

When Liu Ruoxi saw a blood-stained Hou, her beautiful face was immediately tense, and quickly stepped forward.

Isn't Hou going to send Aman home, how come he came back in blood.

"No hindrance"

Ning Chen smiled wearily, comforting him. Compared to the injuries suffered by the Abbot of Du'e Temple and the Master of the Four Extreme Realms, his injuries were really nothing.

After all, this battle is still worthwhile. At least I know the source of the power of the four-pole realm.

In addition, after this battle, even if the abbot of Du'e Temple thought it was impossible to protect himself, no matter whether he wanted it or not, he had to stand on the same front line with Daxia to cope with the threat of the four pole realm masters.

Liu Ruoxi said nothing, with tears to help him remove the **** plain coat, put on a new shirt, immediately carrying the blood coat, silently went out to wash.

In the room, Wangyou sat on the sickbed, coughed a few times, looked at the figure coming, and raised a smile, saying, "Worrying still has the future to thank Lord Hou for his life-saving grace."

"Should do" Ning Chen sighed and answered.

Ziyi suffers, but as a friend, he is helpless, causing the fruits of today, and he can't take off his responsibility, helping him out is justifiable.

"Hou Ye, remind you, the person who is in the magic can't look back, but also hopes to make preparations in my heart," Wangyou said softly.

She knew that the person in front of him and the demon king of Yongye Gods had been the most unforgettable friends, but once she fell into the devil, it was impossible to look back.

"I have this in mind, forget the girl, don't worry"

Ning Chen responded, not wanting to mention the matter again, and changed the subject, "How could the girl be targeted by Yongye Gods, what happened?"

Forgetting worry, he shook his head and said, "I don't know very well, but it should be what agreement has been reached or something exchanged between the realm master and Yongye Gods."

Ning Chen frowned, and what the Ye Ye God and Siji Realm were thinking about.

There is no former hatred and old hatred between Wangyou and Yongye Gods. How could it take so much trouble to set up a murder.

Moreover, the four-pole realm master knows that forgetting worry is a Taoist body, and he has not hesitated to give up, and why.

Ning Chen thought for a moment, but did not come up with a reason. He could only suppress these doubts, looked at the woman in front of him, and asked, "Forget the girl for the time being, take care of the wound, there are other things, and wait for the injury to go on. "

"En" nodded in anxiety and answered.

At the same time, in the extreme east, at the end of the world, on the endless chaotic fog, the scene changes suddenly, and the black clouds gather sharply.

Under Leihai ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ A deep chaotic sword tire slowly rose, with a sword shape, a sword body, and a sword without a front.

At the end of the 6th place, the white figure who had been sitting still finally stood up. In an instant, the sword was in the sky, just like the sharpest sword was born, and everything seemed tragic.

The myth of the sword, the undefeated sword of the deserted city, after waiting countless nights and nights, he finally waited for the sword he wanted.

In one step, Lei Hai parted, the chaotic sword tires were floating up and down, silent and special, just like the most common stone sword.

Twilight came forward to hold the sword tire, and Lei Hai, who was ringing around, suddenly became one of them. After a while, Lei Hai was stirred, and the force of great power was suddenly suppressed.

"Noisy"

Twilight's brow was slightly wrinkled, and a sword was swung across, the sword's intention spread out, and the entire Leihai disappeared instantly, disappearing invisible.

The endless chaotic sea of ​​fog, immediately restored to the past quiet, no more noise.

In the sky of the misty sea, one person and one sword walked out slowly, as if the snow-white clothes were not stained with dust, the sword of the desert city came to the earth again.