I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

On this day, all the souls in this world are frightened by the sky, and the big Japanese stars disappeared, and only the purest darkness left.

Then that originally dazzling of the sun is also dim, and the disciples of Buddhist men have prayed.

Zhang Xuansheng's sword, frowned, and looked at the Saint Buddha that was still laughing.

"It's a little thing."

The St. Buddha doesn't flash, you can't hide, eat a sword, this should die, you should also collapse.

In fact, his figure is really annihilated in a moment, but it is refreshed by the endless beliefs in an instant, he seems to be unsteady!

"The donor, no need to resist, you are really awesome, but better, because it is me, I know your talent."

Before the Buddha smiles, the beads of the beads were six in the hands, and the sky was changed.

There are unclear souls in hell, struggle in the lava, tied to the soul on the fire column, the sorrow of the thousand knives, the harsh sorrow is gone.

The endless evil spirits are swallowed with each other, and the blood sprinkled in the big mouth, and reached out and fell on the ground. Their belly blotles, but they were always dominated by hunger.

The soul of the bones is swinging, and Noda's battlefield is like a never-end meat grinder. They died and climbed, and death is not the end, and can only be immersed in killing.

There are also souls to gradually change the shape, lost ourselves, and fallen as smart livestock, screaming on the earth.

Have soul, struggle with the world, it is the endless sea.

The final picture is fixed, the sacred breath is shrouded in the world, and the twenty-eight heavens are vast expansions, desire to day, color world, and colorful world in the sky, the sky is holding in the St. Buddha, and he is like the only one Buddha!

Reincarnation!

Zhang Xuansheng is acknowledged, "putting a ghost thing."

When I said that I walked over the sword, I had Hong Mei, and the dark sword is like a different space, and the other end is the birth of all things in Hongmeng.

With the purple sword marks across the empty, it is like a crucible of the ancient times, and the abstraction of the six reincarnation is killed in front of it, until the last layer of the colorless world is installed.

"The donor, good sword."

The Buddha is amazed, and the footsteps have not stopped, step forward.

Zhang Xuansheng is gloomy. He admitted that his own road seems to have nothing this kind of ghost dog monk, that is the absolute change in time.

If the other party does not fake, they have no gaps in their talents, but they can do several era than him more than him!

Many of his people will be safe. When you are young, I feel that as long as I can mix, I don't care, I don't care hard or soft rice. It is honestly saying that the group of Yinglou is quite like, and it is also destroyed by the initial Buddhist temple.

He can compete for many Buddha temples that can be competed without resistance, or you can die in Tianyin Temple.

But only today he doesn't want to make a step. He saw the most distinguished existence in this world. It is the object of the world's first prayers ... It is also the source of the biggest evil.

"No you are awkward."

Zhang Xuansheng never feels that he is a senior person. He has always been a monk since birth. It is obviously not a master to talk about a few months.

"The donor, returning, I will go to the only one, dominate the world."

The Buddha walks to the front of Zhang Xuansheng, open his hands, like him to blame him.

The power of faith is condensed into a pure gold cage, the San Buddha, the vast power is swaying, and Zhang Xuanzheng directly refines the town.

Zhang Xuan Sheng's sword was once again, and the cage became an instant to recover, because the cornerstone constituting it is inexhaustible.

He began to feel that his strength was lapse, and there is still something more important to wait at the same time, so that he is tight.

But that is just a matter of instant, the next moment he is unexpected and calm.

There is no meaning in panic, and he feels that there must be a breaking method today.

What is wrong?

Before going back, Zhang Xuansheng feels a key to let him doubt.

That is why do you have two exactly the same person in this world?

If it is worth a few, is it true that one is true, one is fake?

The St. Buddha is definitely born before him, then he is fake? Is it created by the Buddha in some way or calls from other places?

Zhang Xuan Sheng has shaken his head, and he is in this world since the note, and it has not happened before, until he made a shaving head as a monk.

That is to say ... The St. Fo will not know what to exist. If he knows that he will not be so miserable, there are several people who have been killed, not his thoughts, it is estimated to die in the stinky ditch.

I am needed by the San Buddha. If he knows your existence early, then you should catch yourself, from a small brainworthy, maybe you are squatting on the ground and crying for each other, still full Face glory.

The St. Buddha is a little laughing, and the other party has begun to create a channel, or the Qing Yunji does not enter the stream.

Zhang Xuansheng is calm, sits with the void plate, hidden, and minds.

With his realm, many things are easy to understand.

He is not created by the Buddha, not the Sagand of the Buddha, Lenovo to the only way to say, then there is only one possibility, he ... is the outside person!

Zhang Xuan Sheng slowly blot eyes, the Buddha suddenly had an unprecedented heart.

The whole world, no ... There are thousands of people who have become unstable, and there is a crack visible to the naked eye, as in the world of glazed, it is generally broken.

The body of the Holy Buddha is also broken, but he didn't feel the pain. He understood, this is not a spatial breakage, this is the subjective breakage of the person in the dish, in fact, it does not affect this world of world. .

But he can see that he is frightened, he suddenly realized!

The other party is awake!

Zhang Xuanheng can wake up! ?

What is it?

Is he fake? ?

The Buddha is angry, and the beads are swelled like a big star, carrying the world to kill Zhang Xuansheng.

He suddenly found that he couldn't move. He could not launch an attack in front of him. A golden inflammation was rising, as if the contract of the source, his body and even awareness began to control, he slowly The squat is in the void, the face is unbelievable.

Zhang Xuansheng opened his eyes and confused, and there was a little confusion, but finally he looked to the St. Buddha, the channels of the mouth stopped, such as the opening of the true words.

"Buddha is the way, you are me."

With the sound of the sound, the figure of the Buddha is like a bubble, and finally poured into Zhang Xuanzheng, and heaven and earth to restore the Qingming.

And Zhang Xuan Sheng's figure gradually fell, with helpless smiles, but did not want to be the role of the golden inflammation.