The first thousand zero-nine-nine chapters are not dead (first)

In the chaotic void, dozens of hot fires are like a dragon flying slowly. A little bit of purple blood is like a pearl relic, and the energy of each blood ball is comparable to the power of a golden fairy. The unnamed fires that were born in chaos burned these purple blood beads, and a rich and fragrant aroma was released.

Where the aroma passed, the chaotic airflow was gradually pushed away, and the virtual air was forced out of a spherical vacuum with a diameter of one million miles.

Thousands of people looked slightly across the seven Buddhas. He had a seven-colored Buddha flame burning around him. His clothes were burned to ashes, revealing his thin, white body. From the perspective of skeletal structure, a thousand heads should have a magnificent body, but now he looks like a malnourished bean sprout, and the muscles are dry and attached to the skeleton, giving the illusion that the wind blows down. .

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The seven Buddhas stood in the void, and the Buddha of the forty-nine thousand feet was full of the thick eyes of the thumb. The purple blood was oozing out from the holes, and the invisible mana oscillated into the distance. Going away. There are purple gold rays flashing at the broken parts of the golden body. They are meditation to repair the golden body, but their golden body is wounded by thousands of strange long hairs. It is extremely corrosive and also powerfully swallowed. The force of force is attached to the wound, and they spend a tea time to heal the wound.

Don't look at it with great horror. With the cultivation of the Buddha, what is the injury is to follow the thoughts. The thousand heads can make the seven Buddhas so hard, and his lethality is really terrible. The Buddha must have a tea time to repair those injuries. It is conceivable that ordinary immortals, even if the big Luo Jinxian was stabbed by thousands of long hairs, it is the end of the body.

"A very heavy fist, it is also very painful." Thousands of mouths spouted a strange color, like a blood arrow that will make thousands of kinds of pigments together. He looked at the blood he spit out, and frowned. "They just woke up these days, ate too many strange things, and made the blood color so ugly. Originally my blood was dark, no bit. The black of impurities, destroying all the black that devours everything, hehe!"

Keeping a sigh of relief, he swayed the golden body of the Fa, and a thousand arms formed a lotus seal at the same time. The heavy air was pressed to thousands of thousands of miles away. The void is smashed, and the broken pieces of emptiness release the glaring golden light, turning into a long-awaited giant diamond lotus sword and smashing it toward the thousand. There are huge sings of sings in the body, and there are three thousand worlds in the world. Every thousand worlds have three thousand worlds, and each thousand worlds has three thousand worlds. In these worlds, there are infinite believers who have been observing for countless years, and they are all other buddhas who are pleasing to the Buddha.

The innumerable mad believers are summoned by the guardian heart, and they sing in the same breath, "Sacred Hearts and Mantras", and the huge mindfulness is blessed on the sword of the Amitabha, which is originally a dazzling diamond vase that is condensed by the hollow pieces. More than ten thousand times more glare than the sun, silently squatting on the top of a thousand heads.

Thousands of heads raised their heads and stared at the golden lotus sword. Behind him, there were countless drug-like long-haired dancers flying around him, and they quickly became a round shield with a radius of a hundred miles.

Just listening to a muffled sound, the diamond lotus sword was annihilated, and the round shield made by a thousand long hairs squirmed, like a poisonous meal of a full meal. Thousands of heads have a lot of light in the body, and along his pores, there are countless tiny sensations like the real light.

Thousands of heads of a thousand heads of sorrow at the same time sneer at the same time: "Dare to dare to swallow the barren spirits of the barren, you are not afraid to die?"

Thousands of squinting eyes, pale, no gods, no feelings, like a dead fish, like a dead fish, staring at the heart, a thousand long hair on his head suddenly violently tens of thousands of miles, accurately stabbed in the heart One thousand heads. The long hair of the thumb has penetrated the thousand heads of the heart, with a large piece of purple plasma penetrating the golden body.

Thousands of skulls were blown open, and the swords of the King Kong Lotus sword that will be swallowed by thousands of heads rushed into the golden Buddha's body with their long hair. This is equivalent to keeping their own efforts and slamming themselves. On the waist and the abdomen, the golden body exploded and turned into a bloodless sea.

Don't be afraid to see it. Here is the chaotic void. According to common sense, this is not the scope of the Heavenly Law of the Pangu world. If the guardian is killed here, can he really fall? Don't know that he doesn't have a real connection. He doesn't know what kind of realm is the right way. So he doesn't know what kind of power would happen if he was killed outside the Pangu world. thing.

Just when you are not thinking about it, a golden lotus flower floats up in the purple blood sea, holding up the half-hearted body of the heart. A seven-story Buddha's building inlaid with countless treasures flies out from the half-hearted golden body. The colorful Buddha shines brightly, and the golden body of the guardian grows and recovers quickly. It is half a quarter of an hour, and the heart is restored. It is just a complex look. It was a little pale, and it was obvious that a thousand first strikes had caused him to lose a lot of energy.

"Thousands of times, your strength is not as good as today, you still leave!" Watching thousands of guards with vigilance, his eyes are very strange, just like a person sees a frozen but slowly creeping The poisonous snake, for the time being, has no threat to his life, but the poisonous snake is a poisonous snake after all, and it is fatal to be bitten by accident.

Thousands of eagerly watched the seven-fold Buddha building suspended from the top of his head. He whispered: "It’s really annoying. When the Holy Land was destroyed, the spiritual projections of those strong people concealed your waste in this ruin. Their weapons and remnants are re-conceived in this ruin. Although the real power is less than one-billionth of the body, I am not the same as me."

The pale black tongue licked his nose, and the thousand frowned: "When the Holy Land was destroyed, who gave me a blow from the back? If it wasn't, I should still retain some strength of the year. Killing you is just a matter of lightness."

Keeping the heart and the other six Buddhas watching the thousand. Looking at their expressions, they are also extremely curious about the words of a thousand. They are listening to thousands of words and not interrupting him.

Thousands of eyes narrowed up. When he narrowed his eyes, his pupils shrank into a line, like a line of pupils crawling cold-blooded animals. He stared at the seven-fold Buddha's building at the top of his head, and swayed his head slightly. "I have a little impression on this stuff. Although the image has changed a bit, the atmosphere is similar to 90%. Its original owner is very Beautiful woman."

An eccentric smile, a thousand sighed: "I watched her being killed. Who is the hand? For a long time, a little forgotten. Is it a illusion? I was injured, suspended all actions in Self-cultivation, he will kill the woman who is very strong in front of me. Hey, very delicate, very beautiful woman, her bones are as beautiful as her. It is a illusion, he is like a collection of beautiful women."

If you are a thousand, you will not be chilling, and the faces of the seven Buddhas are a bit wrong.

But it is extremely rare to hear any news about the Holy Land that thousands of people have said. Whether it is the beggar or the seven Buddhas, they are quietly listening. Thousands of heads did not disappoint them. He screamed at the scenes when he and other broken-offers smothered the sacred creatures one by one, destroying the large and small groups of the sacred world, and finally letting the whole sacred world collapse.

A seven-fold Buddha building has caused these feelings of a thousand heads. The eyes of the Buddha have turned, and a red cloud has risen above his head. There is a unique stepped pyramid in the looming. When you see this pyramid, you almost thought it was the tower of the tower. Looking closely, the pyramid is divided into thirty-three steps. The atmosphere is long and ancient, far from the towering tower. Than.

Thousands of cautiously took a step back. He looked at the thirty-three-step ladder-shaped pyramid and said: "It’s a good luck. This is the 'Meta Tower', the seven strongest people in the Holy Land, 'The Holy Land'. The strongest holy device for forging."

An eccentric smile, a thousand heads shook his head and said: "But what is the use? The sacred world is ruined and turned into a broken ruin. Your self-righteous power is just the ghost of their spiritual projection."

With a sneer, thousands of heads look to the direction of the Pangu world: "I will not give you a chance, never want to restore the Holy Land. Never want to be a strong again. You can't kill me, and I can kill you one by one." ""

Keeping the Buddha's head at the top of the pagoda, a touch of 10,000 words of Buddha light is like a ghost, flying silently.

Thousands of physiques trembled, and his waist spurted a weird blood arrow. The guardian Buddha sacrificed the name of the eternal tower to the eternal tower, and he hit the thousand squats. Thousands of people bowed their heads and watched that their body below the waist gradually separated from their upper body. He suddenly smiled happily: "It is this feeling, it is this taste. I was once hit by the tower." It."

In the strange laughter, countless black shredded pork was born in the two bodies of the thousand heads. These shredded pork squirmed and pulled his body back together. The wound healed quickly, and there was a faint glow of Buddha light flashing at his wound, but the Buddha light quickly went out.

Thrilling and swaying, thousands of people laughed and said: "It’s useless, unless you can destroy my undead seal, you can’t kill me forever. You can only suppress me, you can only seal me, you can’t kill me. !"

There was a touch of madness in the scorpion, and a thousand heads lowered the voice and smiled: "But, where is my undead soul? You can never find it."

When it comes to immortality, the pupil of the donkey suddenly condenses.

There is a faint scent of energy in the thousand heads, and a resonance with a certain thing in the depths of chaos.