There was no idea when dense bloodshots oozed out in Wu Dao's eyes.

He is very bad now, the ignorant karma fire of liquid ignorance is burning fiercely in his chest.

Dong Yishuo's figure came to the front of Monk Buzhan. He then grinned and showed his red teeth. In Buzhan's incredible gaze, Taia and Qixing slashed deeply into his head in an instant. Wu Dao's violent voice, which echoed wildly in Xingsu's blood, suppressed the roar of the strong wind.

"Do I know? He will not be afraid when he sees him crazy, but he will rush to fight him and use his fists to cure the crazy. Instead, he will not be afraid of my slutty appearance, so weak!!!"

“No?”

Monk Buzhan, who was slashed into his head by a sword, suddenly showed a strange smile.

However, he couldn't laugh for a moment.

Because Wu Dao was not affected as expected, and his eyes were completely covered with silver light, he was in an extremely violent state.

His divine sect's true power grabbed the fake roar and roared word by word!

"Don't! Want! Fuck! Control him!!!"

Wu Dao, who was roaring, looked like a god and a demon!

At first glance, it looked like a burning metal statue! As I looked at it, it seemed that thunder kept exploding. All the ghosts and monsters and evil spirits were all the most extreme yang and strong power!

His qi and blood are like a huge oven between heaven and earth.

It is swelling, burning, and raging.

The fake Buzhan, who was crushed by Lihuo, was directly burned to ashes in the terrifying warrior's blood dragon. When the fake Buzhan was killed by Wu Dao, he seemed to have traveled through space, and two exactly the same worlds appeared in his vision, and the layers of the two worlds were torn apart.

‘Fuck, the Buddha's Kingdom in the palm of your hands!’

Wu Dao's eyes glared and knew that there was no trick.

Let’s not see the infinite light prison of the good Buddha before.

But it is obvious that it is much more perfect than before. It can be said that it has almost replicated a real world, and has some strange characteristics. What's more terrible is that kind of thing that is afraid of my qi, blood and martial arts true power. Even Wu Dao, who is so keen and exaggerated, feels good first and then finds a way out.

He could not get out of there even after opening the divine gate.

Bulu didn't want to run away either.

He was afraid that the enemy would come, but he was afraid that the enemy would not come!

"Then do we swallow the power that my master has obtained alive? So weak, good Buddha Lord, I am like a child who cried and made a fuss to achieve his goal. I found myself dreaming and drowned in the dream and didn't want to wake up."

Wu Dao's mean mouth cannon began to output.

He grinned and occasionally used Tai A to draw a blood evil spirit, and used the blood evil spirit that was frozen in the air to determine whether there were any hidden traces on the wrong side.

The heavy rain, which was blown by the violent wind, fell again.

The thunderous attack on Wu Dao brought the chill of early autumn. He held a sword and breathed rhythmically, his eyes were keen and ready to slap him at any time.

It seems that the Lord Shan Buddha did not mean to quarrel with Wu Dao.

Even if he was wrongly attacked by someone Wu, the hidden Buddha Lord did not make any sound, revealing a breath.

One plan fails and another plan comes into being.

Wu Dao twisted his neck and made a crisp sound.

"Let him guess why I asked for a needle wrong, because he burned my shitty master's body Buddha? Yes, we are not like good disciples who respect the teacher and respect the Tao. Even the remains of the master can be slapped. We are simply heartless, and after death, can we seek to join our Buddhist beast path!"

Suddenly, Wu mourned himself and revived Huiji.

The Great Dipper Tiangang Sutra for Saving Tribulation and Protecting Life!

After entering the middle stage of Qizang, Wu Dao called it the secret technique of the wonderful sutra of saving the robbery and protecting life.

The shackles of space were forcibly broken through, and Wu Dao's figure flashed slightly in the rain curtain, and then the violent sword energy of the sword energy was scattered indiscriminately covering the area ten meters ahead of the real power!

One yin and one yang, one life and one death!

The sword aura and the sword aura frantically strangled everything that could be touched.

Condensing and dispersing, repelling and pulling, stretching and squeezing.

The brand new Divine Sect True Power perfectly amplifies the infinite meaning of the original Divine Sect Power, which is endless and mutually resentful. With the matching Divine Sect Power, the attacks carried out can be called a round of mortar washing.

The muddy land was ruined by Wu Mo.

He lost in vain.

But it doesn't matter!

"Good Buddha Lord, why am I so old? Do you like playing hide-and-seek with Grandpa Wu? It's great, then I'll hide and hide. When he found it, he started to tear my thighs. My Grandpa Wu said that he would tear my thighs from my thighs, and he wouldn't twist my head directly. I don't know how to be blessed."

Wu Dao, who was grinning, glanced at the distance where the reality and reality overlapped.

With a violent and fierce aura, he was no different from a demon. He was excited to hunt the hiding Buddha Lord.

He now fell into that special mental field without realizing it. He should not notice it if he didn't kill the other side for a short time, but there will be any problems after a long time. Wu Dao was not in a hurry to use the Great Fan Doushu to force it to tear it open, and if the Lord of Good Buddha was pulled here, even if he didn't kill, he would not find any problems.

Wu Dao, who has already been on the top floor, is not afraid of him at all!

"Where is it? Come out quickly! How do you kill me and my shit Buddha? It's so hard to choose if you tear your legs, cut your sword, and don't bury them alive!"

A quarter of an hour later.

Wu Dao, who had already plowed the place from beginning to end, stopped coming to the east.

Not sure he is tired.

But the muscles and brain were telling him that they were all like that, but they didn't find the words of the Good Buddha Lord. The only explanation was whether there was a problem in the direction he was looking for. Wu Dao suddenly looked up at the sky, and then showed a gentle and friendly smile. He took Donglai and started looking for stones directly.

Bullying him, Mr. Wu, did not attack his leg section remotely?

At this moment, he was walking in the sky, and the expression of the good Buddha Lord was hiding in the air with the help of the Buddha's power. Ye Yidong was obviously dripping.

One second, a stone as big as a millstone! It roared like a missile in the air of the Forbidden City and flew out! The true power of the Divine Sect wrapped in that stone, combined with Wu Dao's twenty-five times of the qi and blood, and the muscles of the golden body of the holy statue, perfectly showed the Lord of the Forbidden City and what is simple and unpretentious power!

The visual effect is simply full of impact!

Stones are constantly digging out from the ground.

At first, Wu Dao's enthusiasm was almost about to break through the erosion of the rain curtain and directly conveyed to the Lord of Good Buddha.

When I saw Wu Dao lifting a rockery with no effort.

The good Buddha finally made any moves.

He had never spoken, and he raised his legs and pressed hard. Then the rockery thrown out by Wu Dao was directly slapped in the air. Wu Dao's waist, standing in the muddy place, suddenly sank, and was actually slapped deeply into the soil by the invisible huge force!

With Wu Dao as the center, a huge palm print pit suddenly appeared around him!

That Dong almost didn't take a photo of Wu Dao so that he vomited blood.

Yinglong's true armor and the golden body of the holy statue echo each other, and the huge force exerted on the body will be eliminated while the qi and blood are surging. The actual lethality of that kind of huge force in the range is not very great for Wu Dao. He can completely use the characteristics of the true power of the Divine Sect to remove the power, but then there will be an attack from the east.

Wu Dao can't die with a slap.

Good Buddha's Five Finger Mountain is one after another.

I would like to ask Wu Dao to shoot the tough guy into the east and then suppress it!

Wu Dao's power is not small, but at this moment, in a bad environment like a quagmire, every time he struggles to make him beat him wrongly, he will be pushed into the depths of the mud pit. The power of the wrong side is too wide to be used. Although it cannot be condensed, it will make Wu Dao's resistance very helpless.

And with the continuous slap and bombardment of the true power of Buddhism.

Wu Dao, who was photographed deep into the soil again and again, also felt that the pressure on his body became increasingly greater, which was like the characteristics of true power.

Overlay!

Is the true power characteristics of the Good Buddha Lord superimposed?

Na Fu is a very useless characteristic before Qizang. It can add about one percent of the qi and blood power with a real full force. It sounds like it is not small, but Na Fu can only add the power of the slam to the full force, basically three or four times when the punches are cut, and the warriors are exhausted.

Even if it is not reached Qizang, it is hard to say that there will be a situation similar to standing in a wrong position.

As soon as he felt it was good, he would choose to leave the battle without hesitation and find a way to drag it over.

Is that rare situation now?

Wu Dao was dragged into the Buddha's kingdom by the Buddha's power by the Buddha, and activated the Qizang magical power. It turned out that Wu Dao's current violent power could not be used at all, and was knocked into the ground like Bud was staked.

He doesn't quite understand.

Why did the Good Buddha suddenly possess such an exaggerated power? Like a Buddha who came to the world, who was exercising his Dharma image, and was wrong to make uninterrupted beats.

And that power is getting bigger and bigger!

‘Yes, there must be something wrong.’

‘His legs shouldn’t be that big.’

The sound of roaring against the earth in his ears was constantly blowing Wu Dao to a position about five or six meters east of the horizontal plane. That position was wrong for Wu Dao, which was considered to be smoothly exerted, but the mud around him was wrong, and he said that it was not a big obstacle.

Wu Dao, who has a thick skin and flesh, has been under constant bombardment until now.

There was no natural swelling of blood in the chest cavity, as if thick rust would spit out from the mouth as soon as I opened my mouth.

He was injured.

In the darkness, after being bombarded by the true power of Buddhism, Wu Dao gradually felt the so-called problem with his body. Where did he come from, his blood-colored silver eyes became brighter.
To be continued...