Chapter 770, Resentment, Taoist Buddha and Demon

In the face of the accusation of the woman in black, even a calm person like Zhu Peng couldn't help touching his nose. Who would have thought that the harder he worked together, the more wrong he would be. The heavier the killing, the stronger the devil would be in the end: "Who set the rules of Ru Si's fucking?"

The huge cyan demon walked on foot. Every step of the earth collapsed. The black and gray waves within miles broke out like a magma flow, involved countless 'people' who fled around them, and then directly grinded them into black and gray mixed urn, swept back back, and was swallowed by the huge cyan demon and killed more. The more you swallow, the more Zhu Peng feels the more powerful this demon.

"Either kill or run immediately. I suggest that we run immediately and drag the time. There is a time limit for our time in the "Dutian Demon Realm". As long as we drag for a few hours, whether it is the blue-blooded crazy song or directly out of the demon realm, it is a turning point."

The beautiful woman who was cut off by Zhu Peng's sword was very interesting. At this time, she actually came to Zhu Peng's side to make a plan.

Of course, I'm more afraid it's because she feels that her strength is slightly weak. She wants to use Zhu Peng's sword to help her life. These days, who is more stupid than anyone? The more beautiful the woman is, the more shrewd she is. Otherwise, she would have been swallowed into her abdomen by many people.

However, Zhu Peng ignored her words. He just frowned and stared at the three heads of the cyan demon. On the left of the head was a long-haired woman. Judging from the shape of her face, she was quite beautiful, but her blue-faced tusks twisted and ferocious, and her eyes said, "Miserable! Regret! Hate! Grievance!" They gathered together and finally turned into an almost inexistable paranoia.

The head on the right side is an old man's head with thin hair. The bitter wrinkles are almost superimposed to the extent that it can kill flies. It seems that he can feel Zhu Peng's eyes. The old man's head looked at Zhu Peng on the side, "bitter and tired", and a meaningless sense of dying in the world suddenly poured into Zhu Peng's eyes. In his heart, Zhu Peng quickly turned his head to avoid the erosion of his strong thoughts.

His heart is terrified. He has purple eyes to defend against the barrier, but his will is still eroded at a glance. If he is an ordinary cultivation, won't he be deprived of his mind at a glance?

What's more, although the two skulls look left and right and are quite flexible, they are obviously not as important as the central head of the demon. It was the head of a middle-aged man whose eyelids were closed at this time, as if they had not woken up, but just looking at him or its shape, Zhu Peng felt a sense of silence and heavy pressure. .

It is true that women and the elderly are vulnerable to persecution in secular life, but among the secular masses, I'm afraid that most of the people who really bear the burden and pressure of life are still men who are the backbone of the family. Every man is young and frivolous. At that time, their temperament and moods are mostly different, or calm. , either frivolous, immature, or old, but from age to middle age, the vast majority of men in the world have only one state, silent perseverance and solemnity:

The teenager doesn't know how to feel sad and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about new words. And now I'm full of sadness, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that it's cool, but it's a cool autumn.

A Xin Qiji, a song "Ugly Slave · Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall", said all the feelings of the shoulders of the men in the world and the desire to talk about it.

Only in this extraterritorially fierce land in the realm of heaven and demons can a strong idea be manifested. After all, the intention in the heart is not to say nothing. Silence does not mean acquiescence, and silence does not mean no desire.

"Wow, roar, roar"

The three-headed and six-armed cyan beast in front of him roared up to the sky, as if it had swallowed enough of the evil thoughts around it. At this moment, it roared and brazenly attacked the practitioners around the air. It was extremely fierce, and the heads on both sides spit out the extremely condensed red or pure green aurora, no matter the power. It was the speed that the practitioners around were caught off guard. The two monks who were slightly closer to each other were hit by the aurora like a plane. With just one blow, all the defenses were broken, and the bombardment exploded and fell straight to the ground like a falling fighter.

The two monks were shot to the ground and fell into the 'Xingqing' of Dadu, causing two violent explosions. Their breath quickly disappeared, and it seemed that they were really killed in an instant.

It's just that this can be regarded as a hornet's nest. There are few practitioners in the world who are not afraid of death, but those who are afraid of things are nothing. Practice the truth and change your life against the sky. The more powerful you are, the more disasters will be. If you are really afraid of things, you will not be able to live today.

The reason why the practitioners around can't stand still is that I'm afraid that most of them and Zhu Peng have a general idea: wait for the devil to swallow a bigger evil idea, and then kill the best magic treasure.

Swallowing the creation of heaven and earth, encroaching on the mystery of all things, such as greed, so arrogant, refers to the existence of the cultivation.

It's just that as soon as the cyan troll took action, he was as powerful as a tiger. He killed the two people instantly, which immediately aroused the fierce rebound of the monks on the scene. In an instant, the thunderlight fell like a prison. The thunder in the sky was almost a powerful cage. The thunder demon, the outline of yin and yang, was connected with the yin and yang of heaven and earth. Holding the cardinal of thunder can be called ghosts and gods, wind and rain, and attack. The evil spirit is the nemesis of all evil ghosts. When it is cultivated to the extreme, there is no thunder cloud between them.

Even Zhu Peng didn't expect that there would be such a Taoist thunder master present. He waved his hand and changed the world into a thunder prison. The spirit is great, the Taoism is high, and the power is deep, which can be called the thunder secret.

At the same time, a majestic monk suddenly came out. With only one shot, people could see that this man was taking the road of double cultivation of the French body. His muscles were huge and vigorous. He instantly broke through the limitations of time and space, and died in front of the cyan troll. With one fist, he directly bombarded the middle-aged man's head in the center. The big fist fell into the broad forehead of the demon. It's not just that. The big monk's golden spells flowed like a tattoo, and finally turned into a huge Buddha behind him, spreading endless light, great light and free Dharma, Buddha's golden body Dharma, and demonic power.

The rain and thunder reflected the golden body of the great monk's giant Buddha. The thunder helped the Buddha's power, and the Buddha rose the thunder. At least for a moment, he directly pressed down the blue three-headed and six-armed troll in momentum.

"Hahaha, the Taoist cow's nose and the Buddhist monk have taken action. Is there no one alone? Look at my blood sea burning method."

With this wild laughter, a middle-aged Taoist dressed in blood turned into a fishy red escape light, and the blood light appeared from the east, and it was just a touch at the beginning.

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