The rise of Marvel's lord god

Xianling Island itself has a very powerful puzzle, enough to block most of the foreign enemies. When the formation is not broken, let alone ordinary Miao people, even now Li Xiaoyao is not so easy to find.

Adjusting his posture, Li Xiaoyao plunged into Xianling Island, and suddenly a bloody smell lingered on the tip of his nose.

In the center of Xianling Island, Miao and grandma stood together, facing a bunch of bald heads on the opposite side.

"You Buddhism scum! You even committed such a murder! Are you not afraid of going to hell!" Grandma said as she looked at the group of bald heads and gritted her teeth.

"Amitabha."

"Female donor, Zhao Linger's donor is destined to my Buddha. We came to pick her up, and we will naturally retreat when we receive it."

"Impossible!" Grandma roared, "Stop dreaming!"

"Forget the female donor to consider more." The Buddhist groaned.

Grandma clenched the scepter in her hand. She was very scared. This group of monks who did not know where they came from was too strong. With the power of the fascinating array and these same unsuspecting Miao people, it was barely delayed for so long. What should I do next?

"Fate? I think your head is destined to my sword!"

A voice came from behind the monk, and grandma looked up, a brilliant sword light cut through the air.

It was Li Xiaoyao who came here, and he was quite angry now.

You want to take my wife to be a nun?!Are you tired of living?

Ding!when!

The monk's body was golden and brilliant, and he abruptly held Li Xiaoyao's sword.

Withdrawing the iron sword, Li Xiaoyao fell beside his grandmother.

"Grandma, don't worry, I'm here." Li Xiaoyao said coldly with an iron sword in his hand pointing diagonally to the ground.

"Ao...Okay..." Grandma was stunned. Isn't this the person who escaped from Baiyue with her and Ling'er ten years ago? It just looks younger.

The monk looked at Li Xiaoyao and the sword in his hand, putting his hands together.

"Donor Li, we are going to find you."

"Look for me? What do you want to do?"

Li Xiaoyao pulled a sword flower and said, his eyes narrowed slightly. He had never seen these monks in his dreams.

"Donor, you are destined to my Buddha." As soon as the monk's voice fell, he took a step forward, danced his right palm and patted Li Xiaoyao.

Buddhist mudra!

"You have a big head!"

Li Xiaoyao raised the sword in his hand, Shushan giant swordsmanship!

The sword energy of the iron sword in his hand soared dozens of times by Bai Bai, slashing directly towards the big mudra from bottom to top.

The two collided and vanished in the air,

Then the iron sword in Li Xiaoyao's hand was broken into pieces. This sword was only the cheapest one in the forge in Yuhang Town, and it couldn't hold Li Xiaoyao using it like this.

"Young hero, take the sword!" The maid behind the grandmother threw the rapier in her hand to Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao jumped up, holding the hilt in his hand, Shushan Wanjian decided!

Hundreds of sword qi emerged from behind Li Xiaoyao, rushing towards the monk with sharp strength.

"Amitabha~"

The monk was chanting the scriptures, and the huge golden body stood in front of Jian Qi.

Sword Qi hit it, and the golden body was crumbling.

The monk frowned, and things were totally inconsistent with what he had predicted. Li Xiaoyao's strength was far beyond what he should have. According to reason, at this point, he should be just an ordinary second-hand, how could he be so proficient in Shushan sword art.

Li Xiaoyao was also astonished. He had obtained swordsmanship from his dream for a few days and his strength soared. He thought that apart from Baiyue, Dugu Yuyun and Jiujianxian, he should not encounter a strong person who could stop him.

Unexpectedly, I will run into one now.

"Since the donor does not want to go with us, the little monk can only retreat first and see you later."

With a wave of the monk's hand, the Buddha kingdom enveloped all the monks in his palm, and then slowly retreated.

Buddhism in the palm?!

Li Xiaoyao was shocked. This magical power should have been lost a hundred years ago. How could it suddenly appear in this world? Could there be a mistake in Shushan's record?!

However, it is good news that the opponent retreats now. After the Wan Jian Jue, the opponent did not respond. If he continued to fight, Li Xiaoyao's confidence was not very sufficient.

After the monk was invisible, my grandma spewed out blood!

Pour directly towards the ground.

"Grandma!" Zhao Linger, who was protected by everyone, pushed away from the crowd and ran over.

Chapter 127

After the monk left Xianling Island and arrived on the boat, the monk who had resisted Li Xiaoyao's Ten Thousand Sword Art, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and his hands were on the side of the boat.

"Elder Shi E, are you okay." The monk next to him hurried up to support Shi E.

"I'm okay, my golden body is broken, and I can rest for a month." Shi E said, taking a pill from the monk's robe and taking it.

The Shushan Ten Thousand Sword Art was not so good to resist, it was the thing at the bottom of the Shushan pressure box, the golden body of releasing evil was broken, and the strength was at least eight levels lower, which is why he hurriedly took people away.

"Quickly, turn around and go to Suzhou City and see the situation on the abbot's side." Shi E was a little uneasy. It is already a huge variable for Li Xiaoyao not to appear on Xianling Island on time. This variable caused Zhao Ling'er to leave theirs too. Take control, then Lin Yueru over there may also have an accident.

If none of these three people get their hands, Shih Ei feels that these people will be locked into autism by the abbot. Thinking about this, he glanced at the Sanskrit in his palm, and he just got his hand in the Buddha country. Pack air.

In Xianling Island, Li Xiaoyao was taking the pulse for her grandma. Zhao Linger squatted and looked at her with concern. The more Li Xiaoyao got her pulse, the more frightened Li Xiaoyao's heart became. Grandma’s injuries had become unimaginable. The inner spiritual power of the body was chaotic and the meridians Depleted, internal organs also have different levels of damage.

"Don't worry about me, forcibly using spiritual methods, I won't last for many days." Grandma said, winking at Li Xiaoyao.

Zheng~The rapier flew from the ground and turned into a white light, cutting off all the weapons in the hands of the Miao people. At this time, my grandma was still most concerned about the safety of Zhao Linger.

"Don't say such frustrating words, there is still a chance to save." Li Xiaoyao said, picked up his grandma and ran to the palace, "Ling'er, go get the purple gold pill! I'll wait for you in the hall."

"I see." Zhao Ling'er got up from the ground and ran towards the alchemy room.

The maid behind them was a little surprised when she was scared.

"How does he know the location of the purple gold pill and the hall?"