Thunder Martial

In the eyes of the Holy King, the monk was dead, he stood in front of the dead monk and laughed proudly.

But on the outside, in everyone's eyes, this previously incomplete world was completely complete because of the death of a monk.

The Holy King was trapped and his emotions seemed to be affected by the world, becoming very unstable.

He laughed and smiled and looked sad and peaceful.

“Even the Holy King can be trapped, and the six-word truth is one of the finest tricks on the Star of Life!” The stars looked at the world ahead and shocked the eyes.

Violet's expression also fluctuated markedly, and the six-word truth is truly extraordinary, even in some ways more powerful than his sword extraction.

As for whether a monk will die or not, the question will not be considered at all. Compared to others, this most greedy monk is also the most afraid to die.

Don't look at the good words in your mouth, go to hell voluntarily or something, that is purely necessary for kung fu, how can he be so kind?

Standing outside the world, they can't see what's really happening in that world, but they can feel it, and it's getting more dangerous there. Because of the defense around the Holy King, it is dissipating at a relatively fast pace.

Being able to break the Holy King's defense, you can see how dangerous that peaceful world is.

“People in the Buddha Gate have mercy in their hearts, but the power of creation is equally powerful. Is this really about mercy?” Su Mengyao muttered, standing beside the purple.

“Can't you see the monk? What they call mercy is nothing but mercy in their hearts. As for the Buddhist Gong Dynasty, it is all used to ambush demons, and it is naturally powerful. But who is the devil? Only their hearts are clear. ”

Instead, he says you're the devil, not the devil, not the devil, not the devil.

The Buddha and the Devil are all in the same place, all in the same place.

The defenses around the Holy King were shattered, and the Buddha's light passed through the Holy King's body, and a blood stain appeared from the Holy King, and the Holy Blood was sprinkled.

The Saint actually hurt the Holy King!

The monk's figure, already invisible, seems to have really meteorized.

In the world, the expression of the Holy King grew more and more raging, and the aura around him began to sweep like waves of anger.

“Pfft!” “Pfft!” “Pfft! ” ……

The light of one path, cutting off these energies, tearing apart the body of the saint, and the blood marks of one road appearing.

In this bloodstain lies the power of truth, which, like having a soul, constantly erodes the flesh and will of the Holy King.

“Ah!”

The Holy King drinks furiously, black-haired madness, and the power of the Holy King on his body explodes completely, forming an indiscriminate energy attack like a blown sea of wrath, beginning to scatter.

In the midst of this wild surge of energy, the world in front began to tremble and to distort.

“Powerful, too powerful. The persecuted Holy King had to escape in such a barbaric and costly manner!” Looking at the room, the stars were amazed again.

Though there is no opening of the moon and the light, the amazing light in the eyes is also a sign that the mood of the two is not calm at this moment.

“Boom!”

The energy of proliferation fills the entire world, and when it reaches a limit, the world bursts into flames.

All the illusions around him disappeared, the Holy King stood in the emptiness, many wounds on his body, truly present, holy blood dripping down the wound.

With his hair scattered and his wounds on his body, the Holy King looked very wretched at this moment, and his heart began to burn with anger. It's embarrassing to be hit like this by a saint in the district, and to be seen by so many people.

He turned his head slowly and looked ahead, where the monk's figure appeared. He looked at the monk and said, "You, you, you, you, die! ”

“Amitabha! ”

The monk responded, just a Buddha, and then Bao Xiang solemnly appeared behind him with six rays.

“The power of truth has been useless to me!” The cold words of the Holy King rang.

His reminder was obviously too much, and the monks did not use the power of truth this time. Only after the light wheel, a tall phantom appeared.

This figure, sitting on her knees, is huge and needs everyone to look up.

The monk was surrounded, pure Buddha was passing fast, and the tall Buddha shadow behind him was appearing fast.

Ultimately, the monk's stature was clearly visible, holding a big belly, grinning, like a Melevard. A monk who looks exactly like a monk, but has a more merciful and kind face than a monk at this moment.

“Buddha Body! ”

Seeing the tall Maitreya Buddha behind him, the stars shocked and shouted, "It is the Buddha's body, this monk even congealed up this body. ”

Everyone at this moment is shocked to see this tall Buddha statue, and the body of the monk is completely ignored.

He is tall, like the Lord of the heavens and earth, like the Buddha of the Worlds.

He smiled and smiled very mercifully. He looked down at the Holy King and said, “Buddha, demon! Are you the Buddha or the Devil? ”

The Holy King who felt the crisis, the power of the Holy King on his body fluctuated, looking vigilantly at each other, cautiously unanswered.

He's not a Buddha, he's not a Demon, he's a Holy King!

Holy King, whom all men admire!

“You're not a Buddha, you're a demon, but you have to turn back to demonize Buddha?” This tall Buddha speaks again.

Still silent, the energy around him began to transfer, eating previous losses, he thought it was inappropriate to answer, better not to answer.

“Demons can't walk in the world, poor monks. Buddha you! Amitabha Buddha! ”

Speaking, the Buddha reached out, in the sky, covered in golden light, and he fell.

This clap, with unimaginable and terrible power, is a place to become a Buddha, it is a place to go to heaven.

“Drink!”

The Holy King drank a sip of anger, stroked forward in shape, clenched his fists, and struck heaven.

“Boom!”

The power of the Holy King surrounded his whole body, under one blow, the palm print crumbled. But the body of the Holy King, too, falls toward the earth.

“You're obsessed too deeply, you're obsessed too deeply. Magic cannot walk in the world! ”

The Buddha spoke again, the voice was still so merciful, and then fell again.

This time, on the palm of the hand, there is a char text, which flashes and carries a stronger aura.

In the hand of the Holy King, a long knife appeared. He held the long knife and went up against the sky and slashed it hard towards the rune.

“Bang!”

The long knife was cut above the script, a shock erupted, a powerful force came, only the long knife exploded and the palm print fell.

The body of the Holy King was struck and his palm prints kept going down as if to reenter Hell with his demon.

Such a scene, totally unexpected, has shocked the saints in the distance to silence.

Who would have thought that a holy king who fought a saint was completely suppressed by the saints from the beginning?

And from the battle at this moment, the Buddha is forcibly ambushing demons, as if fighting for justice.

But the bottom line is, they're here to steal resources and belong to the evil side.

If not, this battle has nothing to do with the devil.

At this moment, whether purple or star, the Buddha's eyes are fully understood. In their eyes there are only two kinds of people, one Buddha and the other Demon.

And he says you're what you have to be.

Today, both sides are friends, and naturally that is Buddha. If it's the enemy, it's the devil.

Zi Xin is deeply touched by this.

The same goes for monkeys. Remember the first time he met a monk, the guy said the monkey was a monster and had to be taken back to repress. In fact, he wanted to take the monkey as a pet.

“Boom!”

The palm prints blew up as it descended, and the Holy King's figure rose again against the sky.

“Spirit seal! ”

As the sky rose, the wolf king, his hands began to print, and he saw only a giant spiritual mark, which appeared from the void, and then went straight to the Buddha.

“stubborn! Demon Mark! ”

In front of the Buddha, there appeared a Buddha's Big Print of Light, above the Big Print, still bearing the seal of Xuan. As soon as this print appeared, it went downwards and collided with the Spiritual Mark.

“Boom!”

In the void, two big prints exploded, turning into horrible energy scattered.

With the help of the Holy King, the figure rises again, and the printing in his hand changes again, “Spirit Stamp II! ”

Another spiritual mark appeared, which became more concentrated, more powerful and more terrifying, towards the Buddha.

“Amitabha Buddha! Demon pestle! ”

When the Buddha rang, he saw only a demonic weapon emitting a golden light, which appeared in front of the Buddha and struck hard at that spiritual seal.

Everyone was shocked to see the battle between the scenes, and it had to be said that the monks were stronger than all expected and could fight a holy king on their own.

You know, that's a holy king!

“Boo!”

The demon pestle struck the spiritual mark, which was instantly bounced back, and above it was a crack in the path.

“Boo!” “Boo! ”

The rebounding demon pestle fell again, after two more attacks, the spiritual mark was completely broken.

Immediately afterwards, the demon pestle went towards the Holy King and began to launch a fierce attack against the Holy King.

At this moment, everyone's attention is on the battlefield, on the battle between the demon pestle and the Holy King, but nobody will pay any more attention to the Buddha's expression change.

If you notice, you can see that the Buddha's previous mercy is no longer, and much less, and no more, one demon at a time, and the Buddha's face gradually becomes condensed.

And so he fights this demon of war, and he feels the strength.

“Boo!”

After the demon pestle was struck again, the Holy King raised his head and stared at the Buddha, his eyes already filled with hate killing machines.

His previous wounds have healed in the battle. As you can see, this battle looks fantastic, but it didn't hurt him.

Looking at the Holy King, the Buddha's tall figure could not hold on any longer, instantly crumbled, immediately followed by the monk's unique loud voice.

“Demon Ape, help! ”