Dragon-Marked War God

Lan Yingjie and Blue Purple, in the end, can only obey the orders of the heavens and obey the arrangements of the monasteries, but for them, what is the point of coming all the way here? Wasn't it just for battle, for practice, for entering the illusion of the Great Thunder Monastery, to fight against the heroes?

Lan Yingjie squeezed his fist tightly, which is the biggest humiliation he has ever had!

Shit, don't be insulted! As a genius son of a shepherd, this is even more painful than killing him, a brave warrior. Isn't it disgusting that you let him guard the granary? This is how Lan Yingjie did it. Unfortunately, the facts are better than eloquence. He did not make it to the bridges. This has made him lose in front of the river and dust, and he has lost quite miserably.

Blue camel sighs, without the needlepoint of the river and dust before, no river and dust crosses the bridges, while they are trapped here, perhaps Lan Yingjie and Blue Purple, will not be so pathetic, but this is fate, and it can be said that they take their own toll.

Who can blame the sins of the heavens and the sins of their own souls for their despair?

Jiangdust is calmer than anyone else, because Jiangdust stands out, which is to give Lan Yingjie and Blue Purple the biggest irony, like slapping them hard on the body, making Lan Yingjie even surprising.

“Today, the martial arts master brother will take you to the ruins of the Great Thunder Monastery. Our six main monasteries, about six months later, gather at the foot of Yanling Mountain to go to the Great Thunder Monastery. At that time, many strong people will appear, and the remaining six monasteries, are not waiting for idle generations. Along the way, be careful, the old monks wait for you to return triumphantly. Amitabha Buddha. ”

Dry Master hands together ten, on a benevolent face, with a slight smile.

“Yuanqing, Yuande, Yuanbao, go with your martial artist uncle. ”

The speech of the Master of Ringing and Drying was not set. The three young men in monks' robes crossed out from behind the Master of Ringing and Drying, and their strength was strong. All three reached the realm of the half-step divine realm. In this battle, the monasteries of the creation also took out all the means. The genius disciples of the three half-step divine realm, which almost clogged their midstream grindstone.

The strength of the monasteries has given all four people a whole new understanding. After all, as the leader of this battle, the monasteries are not too surprised to bring out such strength. On the contrary, if their strength is too low, they will make the four people feel that the monasteries are unavailable.

On the side of the four major groups, there are only four strong people in the realm of the semi-step gods, respectively King Robin, Xuan Yudemon, Doubai and Blue Spear, even the Goddess of Lo failed to reach the realm of the semi-step goddess, but if there is a battle, what is better or worse, is still unknown.

“Monk, wait for me. If anyone touches you with a sweat, I will shatter his bones and ashes so that he will never be able to survive. ”

Jiang Dun took a dark oath in his heart that he knew that this time he was fortunate enough to enter the battlefield of the monasteries. Otherwise, if the monks alone faced so many strong men, it would surely be a great battle of life and death, and it would most likely end quite tragic.

Jiangdu has great confidence that most of the people in the illusion of the Great Thunder Temple will be monks, but not afraid of 10,000, if not monks, Jiangdu heart can be determined, if monks, he must be enemies of all, but what good is it for his own brother?

Everything was ready to go, that is, Lan Yingjie's face was filled with the curtain and sadness, and after this war, it was likely that he would be dismayed, because of the four communities, he, the weakest, was not even the weakest.

The gathering of the six monasteries, everyone is waiting in strict array. The single monastery has seven and a half divine steps. If the other five monasteries, they will not give in. This plan to destroy the reincarnated living Buddha and seize the town monument should not have been planned for a day or two. It seems that the monk's days, compared to himself, are also quite sad. It is also quite difficult to walk one step at a time to this day. Most importantly, he was forced into the fantasy realm of the Great Thunder Temple, and was forced to live and die.

Yanling Mountain, once a glorious ruin of the Great Thunder Monastery, the entire 300,000 miles around Yanling Mountain, is empty mountains, mountains crumble, ancient woody vines, birds and animals disperse, flying sandstone, can be said to be a desolate, considerable sorrow.

One or two screams of ravens came from nowhere, extremely sad, as if countless people had been buried on this endless earth of Buddha, silently mourning.

The sound of the wind crane, no spiritual energy. Once upon a time, this was the most intense place of spiritual energy in the whole divine realm. With no power, the Buddha sensed the underground spiritual dragon, so that Yan Lingshan became the most intense place of spiritual energy under the general sky, laying the absolute foundation for the unified divine realm of Buddhist Dao.

Once upon a time, the Buddhist realm was united in all directions above the Western Pole Divine State, and no one even fought it. Hundreds of millions of years ago, Yanling Mountain, the Great Thunder Temple, was the most magnificent, most elegant, and most desirable place of pilgrimage in the divine realm.

How many strong people have come to admire the name, how many forces have come to the heart, Buddhist style, Gestapo style, divine world first, nobody out to the right. Buddha has no desire, no quiet action, but in this world, there is always someone to contend with, and there is always someone to replace, to become king free, to stay in the river forever.

This is history, and even more exciting.

Countless people's hearts and minds yearn, worship, Buddha's power, Buddha's law is infinite, spread over the land of Shenzhou, Sanskrit array, innumerable bird beast villains, fierce beasts, make the divine realm too peaceful and peaceful.

But things must be reversed, prosperity and glory. Hundreds of millions of years ago, Yan Lingshan has long since ceased to be glorious. The countless powerful have marched here. The Buddha's meteor has fallen, the Buddha's kingdom has been divided, the honored ones have been dispersed and disappeared. There are countless dead and wounded Lohan, and the Buddha's gods have been extinct. No one has been spared.

Buddha Road collapsed, the world turmoil, Kyushu eighteen counties, also fell back into the situation of separation of powers, Zhongzhou divine soil still stood, but the western polar shenzhou no longer glorified.

Today's Buddhist world, today's Yan Ling Mountain, is rarely known. No one has ever remembered that this was the most glorious place in the whole divine world. There was a theory of the gods, four words shocked, there was a battle of kings, shocked the world!

Historical years, no trace, hundreds of millions of years later, the only thing that remains unchanged is this blue sky on the head, and the change of the Buddhist world has also become the greatest sorrow in Western Pole Shenzhou.

Thousands of miles, the walls of the palace fell, people went to the sky, the Buddha tower stopped, the statue collapsed, the Buddha realm, nothing more.

It's hard to imagine how fascinating the glory of the past was. Jiangdu is also a heartfelt exclamation. Why wasn't I born in that time of the Wind and Cloud Society? Time to enter the divine realm yourself, too late, missed the battle of the ancient world, missed the chaos of the divine realm, missed the fall of the Buddhist path, missed the time when all the powerful will be remembered.

Jiangdust touched the sand beneath his feet, a broken Buddha lamp, a touch, turned into flying ash, scattered between the heavens and the earth.

The wind rose and the sky rose and the sand rose. When the river and dust stepped onto the land, he felt like he had known each other. Monk, are you really in the illusion of the Great Thunder Temple?