Emperor’s Domination

Behind the white body, Buddha Daoist, Golden Pestle Daoist, Zen Buddha Daoist... a Buddha's holy place's forebearer stood, and the mighty and incomparable Buddha held onto her.

In the distant Holy Land of the Buddha, the depths are deep, and hundreds of millions of Buddha's light cross the heavens and the earth, covering her, as if, at this moment, the whole power of the Holy Land of the Buddha were on her.

At this moment, where the white head is lowered, the hand stamp is stamped, the peace is holy, she is like an immense Buddhist lord, who is present in the world and can be made universal.

At this time, there's only one move, and the others, of course, can't see.

“All Buddhas bow their heads, and the avenue is my only honor.” Looking at such a scene, Yang Ling couldn't help but say softly. She heard Li Qi Night say what Van Bai practiced.

In front of this scene, it is not only the disciples of the Holy Land of the Buddha, but all the strong monks and archbishop ancestors present here have watched, even if the Golden Pestle Holy and the Black Tide Holy made them exist, it is not surprising to see such a vision on white bodies.

Even if they are as strong and knowledgeable as they are, but this is the first time they've seen each other.

And they couldn't imagine how incredible it would be for an ordinary little girl to have such horrible visions on her, such visions that directly resonated with the Holy Land of the Buddha.

As for the disciples of many Buddha holy places, how excited they were to see the presence of such a foreigner as Buddha Daoist, Golden Pestle Daoist, Zen Buddhist Daoist, and so on. For the sake of holding them for nothing, the inner abundance of the Buddha holy places also rang.

For many of the disciples of the Holy Land of the Buddha, it is a privilege for them to see such visions in a world that they will not be proud of their own kingdom, nor of the Holy Land of the Buddha.

At this time, it is not known how many disciples of the Holy Land of the Buddha could not help but cry.

“She, she, who is she?” How many people are shocked to see that white is so sacred, and if, at this time, it is said that white is the heir of the Holy Mountain, no one will question it and will believe it.

Such an astonishing vision does not appear on such a body as the Holy Monks, but rather on such a little girl as Fanbai, so besides the legend of the Holy Mountain, who can have such an astonishing vision and who can resonate with the underlying of the Holy Land of the Buddha?

“She, she is, she is a disciple beside the Holy Lord.” There was an archdeacon who couldn't help but speak softly.

All along, Van Bai followed Li Qi Night. Everyone saw her. Everyone thought she was Li Qi Night's maid.

“Is she, is she really going to be the heir of the Holy Mountain?” The powerful, who also have the Holy Land of the Buddha, cannot but dare to guess.

At this time, it is not known how many of the strong monks would agree with this idea, such an amazing vision appears on the white body, besides the legend of the Holy Mountain, who can have such an amazing vision? “Bang -” sounded, just as the white hands dropped, the endless Buddha light formed a huge wall of Buddha, as if it were a giant shield, between moments blocked the Li family and Zhang family's million disciples, instantly interrupted the Li family and Zhang family's million disciples' path.

“Break it -” At this time, the two ancestors of the Li family and Zhang family immediately assembled two powerful and unmatched forces, forming a great battle, gathering the power of a million disciples. With the loud sound of “Boom, Boom, Boom”, a million disciples gathered the most flourishing and powerful blood, and the power of the avenue bombarded the Buddha wall blocking the way to the letter.

The sound of “bang, bang, bang” was heard. Under the bang of the millionaires, the white was also struck several steps backwards, and the body's Buddha light darkened.

Undoubtedly, Wu Bai's strength is still weak, even though she borrows the backbone of the Buddha's Holy Land, but after all, she cannot achieve the maximum power of the Buddha's Holy Land. Therefore, under the round and round of attacks by Li Jia and Zhang Jia's million disciples, Wu Bai is also somewhat unsupported.

At this time, however, the millions of armies were fierce and could not give way, so she was not allowed to bite her teeth, Buddha light reproduced, bright Buddha light lit up the heavens and the earth, and heard the sound of "bells, bells, bells”.

The walls of the Buddha, which had been rocked and crashed by the bombardment, were brighter and harder between these moments. They were firmly blocked in front of the millions of disciples of the Li and Zhang families, and seemed to have an indestructible force.

Wherever White is so determined, she makes no concessions. No matter how difficult it may be, she must defend this line of defense and seek opportunities for her young master.

“Break-” The million disciples of the Li family and Zhang family were also not good, and under the leadership of the ancestors of the two families, they launched rounds and rounds of strong offense against the defense.

When she heard the sound of "bang, bang, bang” a burst of cracking ground, under the strength of one round after another, Bai was also shaken, but she refused to give in, to defend, and not let Li Jia and Zhang's millions of troops kill the first half step.

“Hold on, come on.” The disciple who sees the Holy Land of the Buddha, supported by bitterness, cannot help but drink for her and cheer for her.

However, where the path of white is still too shallow, under the successive rounds of assault of the Li family and Zhang family's million disciples, where white is rocking, yellow bean-like sweat flows down.

A "squeak-" sounded, and at this moment, Morehou Roga, who had been on the white arm, screamed and flew out in a flash.

“Ah, ah, ah...” Between the moments when Morehouse Roga flew out, a screaming voice burst into his ears and instantly blood burst.

Between this stone and fire, a blossom blossomed. It was the eyebrows and hearts of the disciples of the Li and Zhang families that burst out.

“Block it -" Seeing this scene, the two grandfathers drank, sent out their troops, the treasure rolled over and repressed the past to Morehologa.

Morehouroga has always been on Van White's arm. At first glance, many people thought Van White's pet was just a pet, but when it went wild, it came and went free among the million disciples, winking, making it life-threatening and powerful.

“So much for a young beast.” Seeing Morehouroga fling between an ancestor, the Golden Pestle Saint couldn't help but frown.

As they can see, Morphologa is just a little beast, far from molded, so powerful, and how terrifying it would be if it really grew up.

It is precisely because of Morehou Roga's explanation, which led to the powerful power of the two ancestors, that Fan Bai was relieved and barely supported the Li family and Zhang family's million disciples in a round of strong attack.

However, at this time, there is still tension in the minds of some strong monks who support Li Qiyi.

Because the Golden Pestle Saint and Black Tide Saint who truly decided to win have not yet done so, once they have done so, they are afraid that anyone who supports Li Qi Night will instantly defeat the army.

“Boom -” right between these moments, the five-colored light shines in ten directions, and the powerful, unparalleled light instantly illuminates the eyes of all.

At the same time, the rolling purple gas came as if it were a big flood, as if it were going to destroy the heavens and the earth in an instant, and everyone was under such horrible purple gas, like a leaf boat in shock.

At this moment, the five-colored Holy Spirit and the eight-threatening Blood King both gave their own powerful and unmatched school dropouts.

“Five Swords in the Sun -” saw the five colored swords split open the heavens and the earth, so that everyone couldn't open their eyes, how many people screamed.

“Purple robbery is wild -” The great trick of the Blood King of the Eight is to make everyone feel trembling inside, and the power is just as terrible, just as terrifying.

“The two of them are desperate to separate victories and losses.” Seeing the five colored holy princes and the eight blood kings both sacrificed their own killing moves.

At a time when none of the strong brothers in the room was forced to take a breath of air, the two brothers of the four brothers finally decided to win and lose, not knowing how many people had to hold their breath for it.

Just when everyone thought the Eight Kings of Blood and the Five Kings of Holy Spirit were going to fight for their lives and their deaths, the presence of the Golden Pestle Dasheng changed.

“Don't you dare--” At this time, Golden Pestle drank and stood up.

“Don't you dare -” another sound followed, one of the four great masters of the Guyang Emperor.

At the same time, Lord Hong screamed in horror: "Break--”

All three voices are ringing simultaneously, becoming faster than lightning, surprising everyone, and even many have never returned to God.

“Ah-” a scream sounded, blood rushed, blood flowers swept up.

Between this stone, the five colored holy “five swords and the sun” and the eight blood robbers “purple robbery and the ten wilderness” are not fighting each other desperately, but instantly attacking the Lord Hung who is fighting like a holy monk.

Although Lord Hong's strength is powerful, and some people even call him the first under the four great masters, he is not as good as the five-color holy prince or the eight blood robbers.

How can this stone fire and electricity be stopped by the attack of the five colored holy priests and the two great masters of the eight blood robbers? It was instantly bombarded into blood fog by the two great masters.

“Five Swords in the Sun -” the five-colored Holy Grace whizzed.

“Purple robbery is desolate -” the Eight Blood Kings also did not stop.

After both of them killed Lord Hung into a bloody mist, they continued to bombard the Guyang Emperor.

Originally, Guyang Emperor was less like a holy monk. Now when Lord Hong tried to kill him, Guyang Emperor was instantly suppressed like a holy monk.

Between Stone Fire and Electric Light, the five colored holy princes, the eight blood robbers and the two of them came by a single attack, even if the Guyang Emperor pushed out his strongest move, it would still be unstoppable.

“My life is over -” Guyang Huang also knew that he could not stop the clamping of the three great masters.