"A big talk." An Jinhuang said: "If I really practiced the palm of heaven and earth, how could I allow you to be crazy!"

After saying that, he slapped his palm again.

This palm contains the Tao of the Way of Withering and Prosperity, and a wave that is invisible to the naked eye ripples, slowly surging like Jianming. This palm has initially mobilized the momentum of heaven and earth. Under the general trend, Jianming's body and soul are all fixed, and it is extremely difficult to move half a step.

However, there was a smile on Jianming's face.

He didn't need to move at all. He slightly mobilized the white monk's robe and released a circle of bright white light, steadily blocking An Jinhuang's palm wind.

An Jinhuang has changed color.

"The treasure of Xuantian!"

Even if An Jinhuang was slow, he recognized that the inconspicuous white monk's robe was a treasure of the mysterious heaven! Jianming had this treasure and was invincible. He was even more sure that the person in front of him was definitely not the one he had investigated repeatedly! Then, it was too late at this moment.

Jianming took action!

A circle of Buddha light suddenly appeared behind his head, looming, but it actually existed. The phantom of a hundred-foot-foot Buddha also appeared behind him, and he was holding a flower in one hand and gently pinched An Jinhuang!

As soon as the Buddha appeared, he squeezed away the two swords of Kurong and Rong that were hovering above Jianming's head, and the Kurong and Rong trend no longer existed. The two swords were drunk and shaking and about to fall. The entire space seemed to enter the Buddha's kingdom, and the Buddha's light was filled with Buddha's light, and the sounds of Sanskrit were heard, making people convert.

An Jinhuang's mind was confused and his spiritual sense was painful. He was shocked. This boy was actually a golden arhat! He could not let him feel distressed. He immediately sacrificed a golden flying sword again, which merged with Kurong's two swords. The three swords were intertwined into a triangle shape, shooting out a ray of light, and resisted the big Buddha's finger of the flower.

Seeing Ming was so happy that he said, "Is this the power of the "Nine-Turn Golden Bi Sword Sutra"? It seems that you have only practiced into the third level. It is extremely powerful and can resist the little monk's fingers of picking flowers."

"Nine-Turn Golden Bi Sword Sutra" each level corresponds to a flying sword, corresponding to a heavenly way. It is said that when you reach the peak, the nine swords will come out at the same time, and you can kill a god of the same level with a slight shock. You can even fight against the Emperor of Heaven in a short time.

An Jinhuang dared not be distracted. Using the three swords was already his limit. The flying sword changed again, like a dragon, one withered, one prospered and one sharp. The three rules of heavenly way intertwined together, as if countless extremely sharp flying blades rolled and strangled the Buddha.

Although the Buddha's shadow is virtual, once it is broken, it will definitely be damaged when it sees the truth.

Just at this moment, the third eye was cracked between the Buddha's forehead!

The dark blue color is extremely huge, like an eye that reaches the sky!

His eyes looked at An Jinhuang coldly, and an ice blue blade shot out, and with a "click", he hit the three flying swords directly. The ice blade was extremely cold, and fell onto the three swords, instantly weakening the progress of 30%. Only a few crisp sounds of "click" were heard, and the third golden flying sword broke into several pieces and flew backwards. The three swords were broken, and the back of the Ku Rong two swords were smashed away.

These eyes were so terrifying.

An Jinhuang was injured again, and he faintly wanted to retreat. "No, the Three-Eyed Clan does not have such terrifying divine eyes! You have this divine eyes, and even the magic you cast, which is terrible!"

"Three-eyed Clan? How can a group of ants be compared with the little monk?"

Jianming spoke very much, but in fact, the strength of the Three-Eyed Clan is definitely not inferior to that of the current human race.

He continued: "If you An family is determined to plot against Lanning Temple, don't blame the little monk for being ruthless!"

The color of his eyes suddenly turned red, like a burning flame. A flash of light flashed and easily fell on An Jinhuang. Then, he took back the shadow of the Buddha, as if everything had settled.

After the fire fell into An Jinhuang, he immediately hugged his head and screamed. After a moment, he was dying and no longer had the power to fight back. The fire shot out from his eyes directly passed through An Jinhuang's body and burned his soul. The pain was sore that ordinary people could not bear. He was soaked, his eyes were pale, and only a trace of obsession was left to support him, and he said faintly: "Who are you? Let me die to understand."

Jianming slowly stepped forward, a round bead flew out between his eyebrows, and gradually grew, turning into a long-standing monk. The monk's eyebrows were somewhat similar to Jianming, but more mature and steady.

"See the nature!"

An Jinhuang said two words and died.

Their fight was not long, so they said in preparation that they saw Ming crushing with a crushing momentum, and three eyes were taken to kill him.

It was not until this time that An Xiaofu realized. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, and she couldn't believe what was born in front of her. She screamed: "Seeing the nature! Brother Lanning Temple, you are actually possessed by Jianming!"

Jade nature shook his head and said, "No. Seeing Ming is also me, I see Ming." His voice became even lower, which was obviously different from Jade Ming. After saying that, his figures shook, and the figures of the two monks slowly blended, and finally turned into one person. The man's appearance was still bright, but the momentum of standing there was not to be violated. He was even far away from the ordinary ancestral immortal, and he was infinitely close to the god. He folded his hands together, bowed slightly, and said, "I am Ahan (pronunciation ē                                                                                                                                                                                        

"I'll kill you!" In an instant, An Xiaofu figured it out a lot.

An Xiaofu flew with her fingers, and sword lights attacked Ahan.

These attacks were too weak for Ahan. He was too lazy to fight back and let the sword energy fall on the white monk's robes. "Good, good, let me save you."

With a gentle finger, An Xiaofu fell down softly, and then was taken away by Ahan. It seemed that he had storage space for living things, either a fairy palace with him, or a top-level Xuantian treasure or even a treasure of creation.

Ye Ning secretly watched everything he had lived, and did not dare to show his vigor.

This monk named Ahan has talent, cultivation, mind, and magic weapon. Every item is top-notch, and he is worthy of being a genius in the fairy world. Judging from his mysterious appearance, there should be some secrets hidden. Ye Ning is injured and never wants to conflict with him head-on.

Outside, the green robe and the movement were still entangled.

Green Robe was born in the Tianyin Sect and was full of decay and should not be underestimated. Although he practiced Buddhism for many years, it was difficult to suppress the cold and evil nature of Green Robe.

Ahan shook his head and said to himself: "Lanning Temple is too small and not suitable for me to stay. Let's just leave, let's understand this cause and effect before leaving."

The divine eyes opened again between the eyebrows, and a red light shot out, falling accurately on the green robe.

Ahan shook his head and said, "The consumption of the soul-destroying light is too great. With my current cultivation level, it will be released up to three times. Otherwise, the spiritual consciousness will be greatly damaged and the enemy will be hurt."

The green robe, which was fighting with joy, screamed and fell from the clouds. He was in a panic, and he could not control the power of immortal spirit running around in his body. He lost the power of escape. With a "bang", he hit the cold rock. Without the protection of the immortal spirit power, no matter how strong his body is, he was finally limited and he was immediately thrown into pieces.

Explanation: 1. Agama, the Dharma is the best in the Dharma. 2. In the past few days, I will be invited to apply for a magazine and will resume double updates tomorrow.
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