There was no way for Dizang to have to connect his legs with his face and his head slightly leaned back.

However, it still looked unharmed, and there was no red mark on the nose.

"Holy Monk, no matter how powerful you are, you will not hurt me at all." Dizang said to Tang Luo, his tone calm, as if describing a fact.

However, the hidden emotions are like a volcano that is about to erupt.

Tang Luo took out the mysterious transformation: "It just so happened that Bajie helped me refine a weapon, and I have never had a chance to use it. I will use you to practice my hands first."

“…”

Xuan turned into a sword, Tang Luo swung his sword, and the sharp blade fell on Dizang's neck.

Dizang didn't move at all, just looking at Tang Luo.

The mysterious transformation changed again, and the giant hammer appeared, sweeping across Dizang's head.

Dizang's body shook slightly, and his head was hit by a hammer.

"Do you feel comfortable with the sandbag?" Tang Luo asked, Xuan Chang Gun, and a shot was shot out, and a cold light suddenly appeared, and Dizang moved back half a meter.

"Are you unwilling to fight back, or can't fight back?"

Dizang closed his eyes again, held one hand on his chest, and stopped talking.

Tang Luo didn't care either. He held the mysterious axe in both hands and raised it high. The axe fell down, and countless axe shadows formed instantly, all of which fell on Dizang.

In the next breath, the afterimage of the axe turned into a sharp sword, the sword light flashed, and there were guns, hammers, shields, and axes in the middle.

Using the mysterious transformation to use Thousands of Hands cannot be defended.

The void is rippling, and thousands of soldiers are formed into tombs. Tsangha must be buried in it.

Faced with this situation, Dizang showed a very strong defense and restraint. He "lowed his eyebrows and eyes" and regarded the attack as nothing, and even his robe was intact.

"Interesting." Tang Luo laughed. Is his attack not even able to break the defense?

No, it was Tang Luo’s upper limit output just now, so he didn’t hold back.

Even if Ksitigarbha is unable to take a look at him easily, there must be a secret in it.

Tang Luo made a bow pulling action.

At aiming at Dizang's head at zero distance, the index finger of the hand that was arching was extended, and a transparent flame emerged from his fingertips, forming an arrow.

"Your devil thoughts once burned me with the fire of sin," said Tang Luo, "Do you know this?"

Dizang opened his eyes: "I once cut off my thoughts, but let him escape. Thank you for the Holy Monk..."

"No need to thank you, I'll give you a shot and we'll get even." Tang Luo let go.

The glass arrow penetrated Dizang's eyes, shot out from the back of his head, fell onto the wooden board, spreading, and instantly ignited the entire ruined temple.

Dizang leaned back and sat up slowly. In his eye sockets pierced by glass arrows, translucent flames were slowly burning.

"Did you feel the power?" Tang Luo sent an invitation, "Stand up and fight."

Dizang shook his head slightly and kept silent.

Tang Luo put away the mysterious transformation and reached out to put his hand on Dizang's shoulder. The glass flames burned instantly, turning Dizang into a torch.

Two steps back, Tang Luo looked at the burning ruined temple and the Bodhisattva with a hint of grim smile on his face.
Chapter completed!