At this moment, Boluo Po’s face was hard to see, and the old man from the Tianzhu Sect on the side sneered directly:
"Polopo, why are you panicking? We have five Nascent Souls here. This old monk is only in the Dan Formation realm. What's more, we still have~"
Having said this, he winked at the old monk.
The old monk didn't say anything, he just looked at Wu Xin in the sky with pain in his eyes:
Others don't understand Wu Xin, but he does.
Hey, forget it, if it doesn’t work, just use the magic weapon given by Buddha!
High in the sky, the monks from China were gearing up and preparing to fight the enemy again, and the same was true for the Tianzhu monks. Zen Master Wuxin also looked at the Buddhas in the Vishnu Temple, revealing a gentle murderous intention.
"Duck, duck, do you think we have a good chance of winning now?" Xiao Yu'er asked from behind.
"It's hard to say."
The handsome duck hesitated and said:
"The method of Zen Master Wu Xin has always been a mystery. He is indeed just forming elixirs, but his Dharma is probably no less than that of Tathagata. It can be said that he has become a saint in half a step. In this way, he can follow his words and make the way of heaven surrender. my own.
But then again, no matter how powerful Zen Master Wuxin is, there is only one person, and the Vishnu Temple is an entire sect. In comparison, we are still at a greater disadvantage, and it is estimated that it will be a tough battle. "
In the sky, the monks from Shenzhou and Tianzhu lined up, and for a while both sides looked at each other speechlessly.
Zen Master Wu Xin clasped his hands together, and not long after, eighteen rays of golden light appeared behind him!
Seeing that everyone was ready, Ye Qingluan pointed the mace in his hand at the Tianzhu monk!
"kill!"
The next moment, all the monks in China took action suddenly, each with a violent wind, using their own methods!
"Roar!"
The giant purple dragon roared angrily, and its body circled and flew out!
"मरनर्र्र्
With a Sanskrit, monks Tianzhu also flew out at the same time, and the fierce battle between the two sides was completely opened in the sky. !" There were several loud noises, and the vast spiritual power spread from the battlefield, making Lin Xiaolu and others unable to open their eyes.
The three masters, Situ Zhong, Luo Zhongze, and Ye Qingluan, also faced off against the three Nascent Souls from the Yeshi Temple again. The two Nascent Souls from the Vishnu Temple and Qianjie Danfo were all unintentionally defeated. The Zen master stopped him alone!
In the sky, the monks turned into various streams of light, their figures flew around, swords and swords flashed, spiritual explosions continued, explosions and roars could be heard endlessly. The monks on both sides seemed to have turned into meteors, interspersing and colliding in the sky. Pieces of spiritual explosions exploded, illuminating the sky with colorful colors.
Zen Master Wuxin, who was wearing a tattered cassock, looked at the golden Buddhas in front of him and walked towards them step by step.
As soon as he takes a step, the cloth shoes fall out, and a golden lotus will appear. The whole person walks slowly in the sky, a lotus is born every step of the way, and he walks out on a straight golden lotus avenue. The scene is like a dream.
But the Buddhas in the Vishnu Temple watched him walking step by step, but they couldn't stop him at all!
Every Buddha showed fear, and the old monk named Polopo also looked ugly.
It’s true that Wu Xin is just forming a pill!
But his Dharma is too high! It’s already as good as before!
In front of him, his entire sect cannot display Buddhist spiritual power!
In front of him, the mantras could not be recited, the Buddhist beads could not rotate, and even the Buddhist spiritual power in the body began to dry up!
His entire sect was actually suppressed by him alone! Suppressed by a pill formation!
Boluopo looked at the old monk in front of him, his face was extremely ugly, and he shouted angrily: "Wuxin, Buddha wants to save China, and you are also a Buddhist, get out of the way!"
In the field, lotuses grow step by step, leaving a careless smile on the road of golden lotus:
"Sakyamuni wanted to live in China, but did he ever ask this poor monk?"
Polopo:…
He was so angry that he almost spit out blood, stared at his eyes and shouted: "How dare you disrespect Buddha!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Boluopo flew out fiercely and flew towards Zen Master Wuxin.
Wu Xin was slightly surprised when he saw this scene, and then said with a subtle smile:
"I didn't expect that as the host of the Vishnu Temple, you actually know the magic method? Prapo, you are quite good at it~"
"shut up!"
Polo roared in embarrassment. At the same time, he stretched out his posture, the devilish aura behind him surged into the sky, and raised his hand to wave a huge black "swastika"!
On the other side, the three masters also completely suppressed everyone in the Ye Shi Temple. Situ Zhong's entire body turned into a sky-shaking sword shadow, interspersed with extreme sweeps all the way on the battlefield, and harvested the heads of several people while the sword energy filled the air. Finally, he He is the old man who severely damaged the Yeshi Temple.
When Ye Qingluan waved the mace, he made a gesture with his hand, and a huge Qingluan shadow rushed out with a sharp bird's cry, rolling out thousands of feet of green flames.
Luo Zhong has transformed himself into a formation, with formations forming everywhere around his body, covering tens of thousands of meters, crushing a large area of Tianzhu monks to the point of being destroyed physically and mentally.
Because of Zen Master Wuxin, the monks in the Vishnu Temple could not move at all, as if they were nothing. If they continued at this pace, this battle would be over soon.
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise, and the old man from the Yeshi Temple fell from the sky, and his body fell into a secret building in Loulan City. For a moment, dust and smoke were everywhere, and the loess was heavy, and the entire building was smashed into pieces by his body.
But before he could stand up in the ruins, Situ Zhong, who had a Taoist spirit, descended from the sky, used his finger as a sword, and swung out his sword, shattering his spiritual shield and sending him flying again.
The old man rolled and flew out of the ruins of the secret building, and flew into a house. At the same time, he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound.
He rolled up and climbed up in the ruins, and raised his hand to summon a spiritual python, but before he could take action, he was blasted to pieces by Situ Zhong who teleported with his sword, and his whole body spurted out a mouthful of blood again. He crashed through a house and fell into the deserted Loulan streets.
"Hoo, ho, ho~"
The old man was lying on the cracked ground, gasping for air, his mouth full of blood foam, and completely unable to get up.
He lost, he lost cleanly.
Facing the sword energy of the leader of Shushan, he was completely defeated!
Not far away, Situ Zhong, dressed in Taoist robes, stepped out of the ruins, his sword fingers faintly exuding sword energy, and walked towards the old man, while the seriously injured old man looked at him helplessly.
There was no further communication between the two parties, and Situ Zhong directly raised his sword finger.
The old man lay on the ground and gave him an ugly smile.
"call out!"
…
…
The battle was still going on, and the whole sky was filled with monks flying around. People were dazzled by the various magical methods. But just as Lin Xiaolu was looking at the splendor, the handsome duck who was taking a nap in his arms suddenly opened his eyes. , looked up at the sky in disbelief.
I saw a huge whirlpool appearing in the originally blue sky at some point, like a whirlpool in the sky.
In the field, Ye Qingluan, who knocked out the enemy with a stick, also felt it. He raised his head and looked at the sky in surprise.
Luo Zhongze, the head of the Dragon Gate, also raised his head at the same time.
Wu Xin, who had suppressed the abbot of the Vishnu Temple, also frowned kindly and looked up at the sky.
Soon, everyone raised their heads, looking to the sky in fear, hesitation, or excitement!
"Wuxin, when it comes to Buddhism, I am not as good as you!"
The host of the Vishnu Temple panted and sneered:
"But Buddha recognizes me, but not you! Hahahaha!"
Zen Master Wuxin, who was looking at the sky, glanced at him and then raised his hand.
"Snapped!"
A big fight crooked the face of the host of the Vishnu Temple and interrupted his laughter.
"The poor monk doesn't need his recognition." Wu Xin said expressionlessly.
