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It seems that the suppression of the dozens of masters is much looser.

"The monk from Lingshan?"

"Buddha is here to take care of nosy?"

A group of masters looked at the young monk who put their hands together in a daze, and walked forward slowly.

This monk wore a moon white monk's clothes, folded his hands together, a string of brilliantly round Buddha beads in his palm, lowered his eyebrows to his eyes, and looked sad and unhappy.

"Little monk Xuan Zang, before he entered the Great Sun Tathagata to listen to the scriptures, he was once a disciple of Fumo Temple in the Sky Profound World."

Fumo Temple disciple Xuan Zang!

Taoist Ziyun widened his eyes and looked at the young disciple with Buddha's light in front of him.

The outstanding young people in those days have grown to this point today...

The prosperity of the Buddha's light is the emperor's realm, and it is not far away.

Xuan Zang folded his hands together and bowed to Taoist Ziyun, then raised his head and said: "Daoist Ziyun is my senior in the Profound Sky World, a young monk who is not talented. I would like to take the battle for senior."

His voice fell, and the faint Buddha light on his body condensed into a golden body of Buddha with closed eyes.

"Hehe, I have always heard that Buddhism Dari Tathagata is a rare power in the world. The cultivation base is only under the Taixuan Immortal Palace Daozu Tianzun. Today I encountered Buddhism cultivation, just to learn it." The long-eared alien Tianjiao stepped forward.

"It is said that Buddhism doesn't like fighting very much. Monk, can you do it?" Long-ear foreign race Tianjiao smiled, and two dark red long swords appeared in his hands.

"Well, there are not many people who like to fight under Dainichi Tathagata." Xuan Zang slowly raised his head, his folded hands turned into fists, and the rosary beads in his palms gathered in the front of the fist.

The closed eyes of the golden body behind him opened, and the blood-red eyes showed endless suffocation.

A piece of golden armor emerged, and a huge descending magic pestle hung in the air.

"It's just a poor monk who cultivated it, it's King Ming!"

Xuan Zang's originally peaceful face appeared hideous, and the raised fists blasted out directly.

"King Ming, Zhen Shi—"

"boom-"

With a punch, the imprisonment between the world and the earth was directly broken, and Baizhangjin's body held the Jiang Mo pestle and slammed it down at the Long-eared Clan Tianjiao.

With this punch, not only the Chang-ear Clan Tianjiao who was in front of Quan Feng's face changed, the surrounding masters were also shocked.

"No answer!" someone shouted.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The front of the fist had fallen, and the long-ear tribe Tianjiao gathered aura, turning his body into a ten-foot ball of light, spinning steadily, and hitting the shadow of the fist.

"Boom—"

With one punch, the ten-zhang beam of light collapsed.

Above his head, the Jiang Mo pestle in Baizhangjin's hands fell directly, hitting the Chang-ear tribe Tianjiao's head immediately.

"Snapped-"

The aura splashed, and the beam of light rose.

A Tianjiao of the six-fold peak of a Taoist priest fell with one punch!

This scene calmed everyone around.

"Hi—Buddha, when was there such a violent fist?" Outside the battlefield of the Hundred Races, someone asked in surprise.

"The Great Sun Tathagata hasn't left the Lingshan realm for hundreds of thousands of years, and Buddha cultivators rarely enter the spiritual realm. I don't want this to appear, just so tyrannical..." Someone shook his head and whispered.

The Great Sun Tathagata was second only to the existence of Tianzun, the head teacher of the Taixuan Immortal Palace.

One punch killed the Sixth Heavenly Pride of Daojun, and the golden body behind Xuan Zang turned into an invisible golden armor, falling on him, and the magic pestle hanging in the void did not move.

"When I left the Profound Sky, Little Heavenly Master once said, Ning Nian Tianxuan twists the earth, don't think he is ten thousand gold."

Xuan Zang clasped his hands together, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with pain.

"I practice hard under the seat of Da Ri Tathagata, and every day I want to return to the Profound Sky and bring Mahayana Buddhism back to Fumo Temple, so as to relieve Fu Mo Temple from the suffering of suppressing demons."

"But when I returned, I saw—"

The look on his face turned into a ferocious selection of people, and the Buddha's light on his body also vibrated extremely quickly.

"Fu Mo Temple, only ruins are left!"

"It's you!"

"It's all you monsters!"

The clear Buddha light on Xuan Zang's body exploded, and a dark demon energy soaring to the sky rose.

The richness of this devilish energy is actually more devilish than the devilish intent on the surrounding emperor realm demon cultivation!

"From today onwards, my Xuanzang uses the Buddha to enter the demons, and kill the demons with the demons. There are endless demon heads, and I promise not to become a Buddha!"

Every time Xuan Zang said, the devilish energy on his body became stronger.

When his "swear not to become a Buddha" voice fell, behind him, a black and angry Buddha appeared.

The Buddha raised his hand, and his huge palm took up the Xuan Zang in front of him and protected it in his palm.

Xuan Zang's gaze fell on an emperor realm Mo Xiu, and he drew in a low voice: "Nie barrier, don't come and die soon!"

With this shout of him, the eyes of the Demon Dao Tianjiao were instantly red, and he couldn't help taking a step forward.

"Buddha Sound and Demon Soul!" Someone exclaimed outside the battlefield of the hundred races.

A demonic cultivator in the emperor's realm was actually yelled, awakening his soul.

These weird things made those Tianjiao all face horror.

"Devil Shen, wake up!"

An Emperor Tianjiao shouted.

The Mo Xiu Tianjiao who stepped out of his body shook his whole body, and there was a hint of clarity in his eyes.

"Mingwang Zhenshi—"

Xuan Zang punched out without hesitation.

The emperor realm demon named Mochen showed his self-cultivation shape, backed back again and again, then raised his arm, turned into a huge palm of one hundred zhang, and greeted him.

"boom-"

The sky trembled, and the aura and magic light were intertwined, shining like sky fireworks.

"Devil Suppression—"

Xuan Zang yelled, and his figure drove the middle palace.

"Hmph!" The regained Demon Shen snorted coldly, with a gloomy face, and flew up.

The two figures collided.

"boom-"

…

In a blink of an eye, the two have exchanged a hundred moves.

In the sky at this time, the two sword repairmen of Bai Ke and Lu Wensheng were facing each other, and Zihe on the side was fighting against a talented arrogant alone.

Xuan Zang and Demon Shen are both demon intents soaring into the sky, and the aroused demon light illuminates the sky.

This battle attracted the attention of all the masters around.

One after another, the divine consciousness is intertwined with the streamer, constantly circulating.

"Everyone, make a quick fight." A Tianjiao frowned and took a step forward.

There are many dreams in the night, and the Tianjiao of the hundred races, but not necessarily all of the same heart.

Several other people nodded, their gazes fell on Taoist Ziyun below.

"Brother Dao, I'll explode later to draw their attention, you, if you can run away..." Wang Zishen took a step forward and whispered to the side of Ziyun Dao.

Blew up.

Taoist Ziyun shook his head and looked up to the sky, where the battle group was fierce.

"You said, will there be experts from the Celestial Master Palace to come to the rescue?"

Rescue?

Master of the Heavenly Master Palace?

Are there any masters in the Heavenly Master Palace?

Prince Shen opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

You are too dear to the Heavenly Master Palace. With so many masters, you can already sweep a realm.

How could there be other masters?

Taoist Ziyun raised his head, his eyes met those alien arrogances.

"Heavenly Master Palace Ziyun is here, who will take the life of the poor Dao?"

After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Huh, looking for death!"

A Taoist Sixth Heavenly Pride coldly snorted and raised his hand to take a picture.

"boom-"

Only when the palm of the soul came out, in the sky, a giant talisman of hundreds of feet blocked the sky.

"Tianshi Palace disciple Qian Muyun is late for rescue, please forgive me—"

"Tianshi Palace disciple Wan You came too late, please forgive me—"

"Chen Baili, a disciple of the Tianshi Palace, is late, please forgive me—"

…

Eight figures pierced through the air. Thunder light, Fulu, and Xingguang directly tore the blockade of the heaven and the earth from the emperor Tianjiao.

The thirteen celestial masters of the celestial master palace, here, gather eleven.

Wang Zishen stared at the disciples in the Heavenly Master Palace, which was occupying a small half of the sky.

This Heavenly Master Palace is so strong?

The eight disciples of the Heavenly Master kept in shape, slamming straight into those arrogances.

In the sky, eight heavenly arrogances of emperors or Taoists flew out and greeted them.

The masters have the pride of masters, and they find their opponents and fly to the sky.

However, after a few breaths, Tianjiao, only three emperor realm Tianjiao stood there.

The three of them looked at each other and all flew down.

"boom-"

A military formation stepped in and turned into a black illusory shield armor, covering the purple cloud.

"My ancestor of the Celestial Master Palace, do you kill it if you want?"

A demon cultivator wearing a black robe stepped out, and his body was filled with magic light, and a dark rune flew out to resist an emperor realm master.

"Sister Ziyi!"

Ziyun exclaimed.

The devilish figure in front of the sky is the little sister who was suppressed in the Demon Suppression Tower by herself!

"There is no Ziyi in the world, only, Demon Lord, Zi Ling!" The sky figure shouted loudly, and the black talisman culture on the palm of the palm was a leaf armor, whirling out.

The other two Tianjiao kept in shape, one flickering, and already fell in front of Ziyun.

"warehouse-"

There was a faint sword chant.

The expressions of the two emperor realm masters changed, and they flew back quickly.

Where they stood, a long sword emerged.

One hand, grabbing the hilt of the sword, jumped out of the void.

"Zi Xiao!"

Taoist Ziyun exclaimed.

"Zi Yun, what you owe me, I will take it myself." Zi Xiao glanced at Zi Yi in the distance, and then his eyes fell on the two emperor realm Tianjiao on the opposite side.

"Floating clouds in the blue sky, scattered—"

Zi Xiao's figure turned into two, and two Taoists in purple robes holding long swords shot at the same time.

"warehouse-"

The emptiness around him was instantly blasted by sword qi, opening a series of dark endless cracks.

"boom-"

With a sword stabbed, the emperor on the opposite side retreated sharply.

Sword repair is always the sharpest.

Taoist Ziyun stood there with a blank face.

"Brother Dao, this bull is also a member of the Heavenly Master Palace?" Prince Shen asked in a low voice.

This person is a master of kendo fighting with two emperors alone. It seems that the relationship with Taoist Ziyun is not very harmonious...

Ziyun looked complicated, nodded and let out a light sigh.

In the surrounding sky, countless streamers flashed there.

No one came forward.

But once there is a victory or defeat here, I believe those Tianjiao who are waiting for an opportunity around will rush over like a jackal.

Here, the loser is afraid that there will be no bone left!

Thousands of miles away, Yuan Siyuan, dressed in a green robe and carrying a long sword, stood above the void.

He carried his hands on his back, as if the roar behind him had nothing to do with him.

"Are you waiting for me?"

In front, a voice sounded.

The tall Saint Son of the Limo Race stepped through the void, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com came hundreds of feet away in front of him.

"Dare to besieged and killed my ancestor Ziyun in the Heavenly Master Palace with those clowns who jumped on the beam?" Yuan Siyuan raised his head, with a sword aura floating in his body.

"Not bad!" The Limo Race Saint Child who was opposite showed a smile on his face, looking at Yuan Siyuan, his fighting spirit rose.

"They are just bait, the fish you catch, it's you!"

"boom-"

The vigor of the Saint Child of the Limo Race exploded in an instant, turning into a huge bronze giant.

"Bait?" Yuan Siyuan shook his head, gently handing out the long sword in his hand.

"Who knows who the bait is..."

"warehouse-"

In an instant, a hundred thousand miles of void was pierced by this sword!