Immortal Devil Transformation

Choosing to step into the red dust, walking out of the temple is truly happy and peaceful.

Faced with the funny sound of the human moon, he just said: "Please put down the slaughter knife and let the world live. ”

With the sound coming out, if a big bell formed in the yellow sand around him, each syllable turned into the ringing of this big bell, striking with a powerful force on the red and red sword that smelled the human moon.

Countless yellow sand and sword body frictions wipe out countless points of rose red Mars.

“Leave the world alone? ”

Smell the mouth of the heavenly moon slightly warped. He knew that if the joiner of the temple could say this, it would mean that the temple also gave him a very high opinion. He was a little proud, but his eyes became stronger, but he asked a slight question: “What's the point of being born in this world if you are not enemies of the world? ”

Between his words, his flying sword was amplified by Cabernet Sauvignon, and all the yellow sand and invisible clocks in the air were scattered, and the space was as still and everything was suspended in the air.

Teacher practitioners bearing the word "holy” are already unimaginable and comprehensible in the eyes of ordinary practitioners, and confrontation between them is even difficult for ordinary practitioners to understand.

Just at this moment everything stood still like condensation, so that everyone in the Tang Tibetan team in the rear could see that True Vilu and the smelling moon were temporarily deadlocked.

Yet the body, which smells like an iron cast, continues to move forward.

Step by step, he moves towards True Vilu, and every step closer, the stronger he gets.

Just take three steps and the still space is broken.

All the yellow sand and invisible energy rolled over and blew on True Vilu.

Just for a moment, Zhen-Vilu's entire body was covered with yellow sand and turned into a sand man. Even the giant wand in his hand was covered with thick yellow sand, and a yellow sand even seemed to penetrate.

Smell the moon moving on.

The blue shirt on his body has also been straightened by the invisible metabolism, pressed as hard as iron, the corners and the folds of his clothes even look like sharp blades.

Everyone in the Tang Tibetan army in the rear has completely changed their face.

A flesh-eyed stream of terror has been sprayed in the inscription on the red sword of the human moon. The whole flying sword is no longer like a weapon in this world. At this moment, it is not a matter of agility and rapidity, but rather of the power of terror, going through the momentum of everything, and stabbing it into the heart of True Vilu.

There are also practitioners in this Tang Tibetan team, and some have seen the saint's flying sword, yet no one has ever seen, or thought, that there can be such a saint in the world, who can put such power into the flying sword, and who can make it so powerful. The vast majority of them have only heard of the strength of the smelling of the moon. In their Tang Tibetans' hearts, the strongest people in the world, naturally, come from the temple, but today, when they see the smelling of the moon, they know that all these intrinsic thoughts in their previous minds are wrong.

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Seeing that the body of True Vilu and the wand in his hand were all suppressed by countless pieces of yellow sand, the sword with the power of terror was about to pierce the heart of True Vilu.

At this point, the golden Buddha beads on True Vilu's chest hovered and began to spin around his body.

“Ka!” squealed.

Just for a moment, the tip of the sword carries the power of terror. In a space of inches, I don't know how many times I've hit one of the golden beads.

The kid's fist-sized Buddha bead quake weighed heavily on True Vilu's chest.

True Vilu's thick yellow sand shell broke and a piece fell off.

Each falling yellow sand shell has been pressed tighter and harder than ceramic, even glowing like crystal and gold iron.

“When!”

True Vilu's golden wand knocked out, again accurately knocking on the flying sword smelling the moon.

The eyebrows of the moon were slightly trembling, but the body was still cast like iron, and there was still no pause in moving forward.

His body seemed to have suddenly become hundreds of times heavier, treading on one foot, and as his body again spanned a dozen metres, the sand between him and Zhenvilu jumped sharply, and the power on his flying sword was again strengthened.

“Huh!”

A piece of blood came out of True Vilu's body.

At this moment, in the eyes of all those in the distant Tang Tibetan team, the flying sword of the smelling moon was cut into the edge of the giant Buddha bead that circled around the true Vilu, carrying a wound on the left shoulder of the true Vilu. However, the fact is that at this moment, the fighting between the two sides has exceeded the limits of their reaction. Only momentarily, the Buddha bead and the sword body have struck each other unknowingly many times, but the end result is that the sword was not shaken and forced into.

Blood flew out, and true Vilu's face was still sad, and he began to walk one step forward towards the smelling of the moon.

All the yellow sand approaching him was swept away by the power of the shock on his body, forming a giant yellow salad outside him.

Smell the sword frown of the sky moon slightly wrinkled, his footsteps stopped, from the beginning out of the dune to now, like the sniffer general with thousands of army horses, his body appeared to pause for the first time.

Yet his sword did not pause at all.

In his confrontation with Zhen-Vilu, the passage of time seemed to have been lengthened, and each breath seemed to have become longer than usual.

This is a scene that is simply unimaginable to those who have not seen it with their own eyes.

The red flying sword has completely transformed into thousands of rays of light pierced outside of True Vilu, with blade blades, swordbodies, even the handle of swords and stiff clumsy Buddha beads and Zen wands constantly impinging, and countless golden Mars clustered outside of True Vilu, like Lotus in a giant salad.

In that instant, the bronze Zen coat on Zhenbilu had many more mouths, and the blood continued to seep out of those wounds, making him a blood man.

However, the divine colour on True Vilu's face is still very calm and peaceful. He is still unhappy, like a stone buddha, and continues to approach the smell of the human moon.

Smell the deep frown of the moon, he moved, did not advance, but began to retreat.

Somehow, just at this time, he started to retreat, and all the people in Tang Tibetan team suddenly boiled blood, all of them had the feeling of shouting out loud.

The smell of the moon began to retreat, but Zhenvilu continued to move in.

The eyes of the smelling moon slightly squinted. Until then, he realized that the cultivator of the temple had retained some strength until his birth. The other party's progress at this moment was even faster than his retreat.

Just for a second, Jan Vilu has come before him.

The giant yellow sarin wrapped him too.

“Scold!”

True Vilu's golden wand knocked on his head.

At this moment, the golden Zen wand in the hands of Truly Vilu emits a great deal of Buddha light.

Light golden Buddha light, filled with heaven and earth.

All the elders in the Tang Tibetan team in the rear distance, all trembled for a moment, had to kneel down, because decades ago, when the Holy Virgin of the Temple prayed for rain, such light appeared in Liusha City, this light, which brought to all Tang Tibetans, was light, hope, at all costs and sacrifices.

Smell the moon's eyes squeeze tighter, even his reddish lips tighten into a red line.

His body was pressed down at this point, unable to evade the wand.

But his body remained steady as a cast of iron, and he shouted and drank, his hands clamped together, just like Buddha, and he clamped the wand in his palms.

The pure Buddha's light was like a flame, his palms instantly sounded Zz on his skin, his palms flesh and blood scorched black off and blurred.

“Boom!”

He and the heavens and the earth outside True Vilu seemed to have an invisible giant hammer strike a note, a circle of sand surfing the sky, like a yellow tornado centered on two people.

The smell of the moon was slightly white, because the sand under his feet was all shocked by the sky, at this moment he and Zhenbilu were suspended in the air, “Hurrah!” His arms and back were sore and his clothes on the back were all shaken by his muscles.

“The people of the Temple are too strong to imagine, but you are still not my opponent. ”

The blurred hands of the human moon still hold a wand of Buddha's light. The divine colour on his face is still very persistent and cold, and his voice is clearly emitted from his mouth.

“You can kill me, I can hurt you enough not to get out of the mausoleum. ”

Jan Vilu looked at the smell of the moon and said this directly and simply.

Smell the moon sink for a moment.

In such a state of war, in such a stalemate, he was able to really sink, really sink for a moment, and then he made his decision.

He let go, his flying sword no longer tangled with the Buddha's beads of True Vilu and flew into his hands.

A wave of yellow sand blew from beneath him, and his whole body went backwards, not into the yellow sand, and then his whole person turned around in the air, spraying all his strength out of his feet, spraying his body like a meteorite, one bounce at a time, leaving.

Jan Vilu didn't chase.

The great war between him and a practitioner of the Birth of the Temple ended with his true retreat.

His injuries are much smaller than those of True Vilu, yet he cannot kill True Vilu, he has not been able to kill the Valley heartbeat… and his injuries at this moment, although much smaller than those of True Vilu, are enough to have a certain impact on his strength, which could have many unknown effects on some of the things that follow.

So the battle, though still interesting and interesting to him, was a defeat.

He calculated that there were countless possibilities, and even if there were no valley sounds in the team, it would not have been his failure. He would still have had many next moves, but he did not expect that there would have been such a powerful monastic practitioner, who had suffered an unrecoverable damage.

Even when he left at this moment, his figure was as strong as a mountain. Even if he was not slightly discouraged, he and the world were initially overshadowed by some ominous shadows, so even though he was strong at this time, he still found the war interesting and interesting, but his heart was also slightly cold.