Thunder Martial

“Not the Great Saint, the Holy King! ”

The stars came this way and fought alongside the two of them, sighing: “In this world, the probability of the Great Sage appearing is low! Even in such a world, there can be no great saint! ”

The words of the stars are certain, because this is another secret in the path of the stars. It was Gatu Huangtu who told the secret, believing that there was no reason to deceive them.

That's why Purple Brings Six People and Dares to Dominate the World.

“Is it the Holy King?” Next to Ziyi, Su Mengyao's head turned to look deep and ask.

Purple nodded and said: "Should be! ”

Last World War I, he joined forces with the stars and others and nearly killed one. This time, they were more powerful in their ranks and more combative in their own right, believing that facing a holy king should not be so lame.

All five monks were there, and Purple continued to turn around and take in a new planet at all costs.

This is already a void, surrounded by solid energy and holy crystals, all shattered, leaving only one planet in the void.

In the distance, those saints who were afraid to retreat saw the purple beast and Su Mengyao, and also saw that the source of all things was collecting the planet, but they did not have the strength or the courage to come and stop it.

The aura of the Holy King swept from afar, with a powerful aura of oppression.

Those retreating saints, turn aside, the figure of a middle-aged man appears, and all the saints' faces are a most respectful tribute to each other's past.

The eyes swept from these saints, and the Holy King snorted indifferently. It's a disgrace to the Holters that a group of saints can't handle five people in the district.

That cold hum struck the hearts of the saints like a heavy hammer, some of the previously injured saints, their faces instantly white and their mouths bloody.

“Rubbish!”

The indifferent gaze swept away from these saints, and that was the look of the five ahead.

Seeing two of these five beauties in wonderful colours flashed in the eyes of the Holy King. But in his realm, it was clear that beauty was no longer all of itself.

“Without being born for many years, I didn't expect the rats on the Star of Life to have the audacity already. Now that you have taken the initiative to die, it will be all yours!” Looking at the five, the Holy King smiled coldly.

“Boom!”

At this point, there was a tremendous earthquake, a huge planet, shrinking, and entering the heart of all things.

Such a scene attracted the attention of the Holy King, and his gaze shifted to a distance, falling on top of the source of all things. And then his pupils shrunk, and it was obvious that he had sensed that this was extraordinary.

Deep in his eyes, greed flashed away, and he said in silence: "Go and take that away! ”

Behind the Holy King, the saints heard, but they looked at each other in disguise. They had been hit back before, tried many times, couldn't rush past, the loss was heavy.

“Piece of shit, I'll take care of these guys!” The grievance of the Holy King snorted cold, the aura belonging to the Holy King began to gush, those cold eyes, locking five people.

The saints sighed in relief and deliberately circumvented the five men in an attempt to rush to purple death.

“Heh!” “Heh!” “Psst!” “Psst! ”

At this moment, the stars, the monkeys, the glow, the four men of the moon, are transformed into flowing light and scattered, rushing towards the saints.

Seeing these four men, these saints trembled in their hearts and retreated again.

“To die! ”

Seeing that only one bald head was blocked in front of him, the Holy King's eyes narrowed, this feeling of contempt provoked anger in his heart. The surrounding robe was windless and automatic, and he waved his hands up and was ready to go.

Amitabha Buddha! ”

At this moment, a Buddha rang and the monk took the lead.

There is only a giant stamp of alphabet that emits a bright and dazzling Buddha's light towards the Holy King.

The bolus moves forward as it zooms in and gives rise to a powerful aura.

The palm raised by the Holy King fell and the void shook, hitting the stamp.

This inscription, which can annihilate the saint, was instantly broken in the attack of the Holy King. The corner of the Holy King's mouth snapped a glimmer and seemed to want to laugh a few words, saying that the previous sentence was not self-assertive.

“Psst!”

Lost a blow, the monk's knee in the void, hands together ten, Buddha shined, behind him appeared a light wheel, like a Buddha, the first words of the six-word truth appeared.

The void begins to distort, and this syllable echoes in the void, carrying an unknown amount of energy. The former saints, coughing up blood without warning, backed away in horror.

At this moment, the monk is the center, and within three kilometers of the circle, there is an echo of vowels, full of destructive power.

Faced with this shock of energy, the Holy King had no expression, stepped out one step, and his surrounding strength fluctuated. The monks spread the sound waves within three kilometers of each other, becoming distorted and trying to forcibly crumble.

The second light wheel appears behind the monk and accompanies the second syllable.

“Ah!”

The distorted void became stable again, with the addition of a word of truth, a circle of three thousand meters, extending to five thousand meters.

Within 5,000 meters, the golden light is full, the Buddha's light shines, and the two syllables are echoing.

Some of the saints who had just backed off started coughing up blood, losing sight of their eyes, expressing horror, as if they had seen something terrible.

“Buddhist truth, but so! ”

In the twisted two syllables, the indifferent words of the Holy King were sounded, his voice as a heavy hammer, in this nothingness.

Those horrified saints, after hearing the voice of the Holy King, woke up and immediately retreated away.

The front-running stars and others have also bypassed the scope of monk attacks. Such attacks, however, are no different. As long as they are within the scope, they will be attacked, regardless of good or bad.

The monk's two voices had no effect on the Holy King, and he stepped forward, a step hundreds of meters out, with his eyes flashing with killing.

“Woo!”

The third sound of the monk appeared, followed by the third light wheel.

Five thousand meters of original energy, at this moment, spread to seven thousand meters.

Saint King still sneers, one more step.

This step is almost two hundred meters away.

At this moment, he's less than 300 meters away from the monk, almost two steps away.

As if the monk had not noticed the scene, he looked at the Holy King, smiling with mercy on his face, and the fourth light wheel appeared behind him.

After the wheel appeared, the fifth wheel also appeared immediately.

“Horn! Mi! ”

The fourth and fifth sounds appear almost simultaneously.

Within 10,000 meters, they are surrounded by the Buddhist light of the monk, the energy formed by the five-byte syllable, constantly shaking, making this space, beginning to distort itself.

Within 10,000 metres there, distorted spaces are very dangerous, but far away people look at the scene and do not perceive any danger. There is even a sense of peace and mercy. If you turn that distorted space, such as a dangerous exterminating beast, then this beast at this moment gives you the feeling of being domesticated. Not only does it not mean anything harsh, but it is also a good idea.

I have to say, it's a perceived illusion. Once you step in, you will die in a flash.

This can be seen in the energy pouring around the Holy King and in the two steps he took. Normally, after the two steps of the Holy King, he should have reached the monk. But now he's still a hundred meters away from the monk. And he used to have a very nasty look, and it just got a little stiff at the moment.

“Six Character Authentic Word, One Character Less! ”

With a sigh of anger, the energy on his body began to rage, centering on him, a swirl of reverse rotation appeared and scattered around him.

As the vortex spread, within the control of the monks, the power of the five words of truth was rapidly extinguishing.

The battle in the distance has not yet begun, and everyone is watching the battle between the Saints and the Holy King.

Even that far away purple is turning back and looking to the battlefield over there.

The six-word truth, called one of Buddha's strongest divinity, is the famous existence of the star of life, and the divinity that Zixuan has always wanted.

Today, saint-level monks will undoubtedly show the full power of the Six Word Truth, and Purple is also full of anticipation for the power of the Six Word Truth.

Above that battlefield, the Holy King began to march, step by step, his steps had changed from hundreds of meters earlier to ten meters today.

But as soon as he reached the monk, he had the confidence to destroy each other. This divine power is powerful, but the gap between the realms cannot be filled.

“Magpie!”

The sixth light wheel appeared behind the monk and the last sound of the Six Character Truth appeared.

After the last sound, within 10,000 meters of this circle, energy began to rage and the void was constantly distorted, forming a new world as if it had been forcibly isolated.

The world is covered in Buddhist light, peaceful and merciful.

Just as the world was forming, the Holy King came to the monk with difficulty, like carrying a mountain of God on his back, with two fingers and a sword, slightly more difficult to dot out, a sword towards the monk's brow heart stabbed.

“The Bitter Sea turns back to shore! Dear Lord, sin!” The monks held hands together ten times and the voice of mercy sounded in this world.

At this moment, the monk, the compassionate man, is a true high priest.

In this world, the Holy King sees a place of tranquillity and freedom, where there is no killing. The sound of Buddha's meditation echoes everywhere, making people feel at peace.

“Die! ”

The Holy King shook his head and forcibly expelled the feeling. An angry roar erupted, reaching the sword in front of the monk and rushing to the monk's frown.

It is obviously impossible to use this technique to control the heart of a holy king.

“If I don't enter hell who will enter it! Amitabha Buddha! The master turns back to shore! ”

Once again, the monk recited the Buddha. The sword across the street did not mean any hiding. The merciful expression, as if willing to sacrifice himself, also saved each other.

“Pfft!”

The finger cave pierced the monk's eyebrows and instantly passed through, the monk's body split apart.