Chapter 125 Lucky Cloud Giant Palm

In the courtyard, a corner of the mansion was smashed, as if squeezed by the mountains. The young man stood not far from the ruins and looked up at the clouds.

"Attication? Who the hell is your Excellency? Why did you chase me again and again? Wu Pengwei glanced at the woman with a gun. The woman was floating up, hanging in the air like a cloud, with a heroic spirit hidden in her eyebrows.

"Why does this woman have a stinky face all day long? Does she really think she is the best in the world?" An idea flashed in Wu Pengwei's mind.

not far away, the young man in a light yellow robe just smiled gracely, turned to the gun woman floating in mid-air and asked, "This girl, won't you do it again this time? If you impose interference again, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult to get what you want.

The woman with the gun just frowned and said coldly, "Why? Just because you, a disciple of Mahazong who has never entered, also wants to compete with me? I don't know whether to live or die. I have left you a cheap life for the sake of Mahazong. Don't bargain with me.

"Oh, is it? I'm afraid it may not be what you want. The young man lifted his clothes, put his palms together, and made a gesture, "Please come forward, Amitabha."

The void suddenly cracked, and a glow of light fell from the sky and bombarded straight over the mansion. The woman with a gun was only ten meters away. The void clouds rolled, and the light converged and superimposed, forming a bald man in a purple coat. The man held a short bitterness in his left hand and a scroll of scripture in his right hand. Although the appearance is trivial, there is an indescribable majesty.

"Silent Zenzi!"

The woman with a gun was shocked.

"Yes, it's me. Humph, I think you are the disciple of the weapon sect mentioned by the younger brother. Humph, I don't know what your ranking among the 300 disciples of the instrument sect? I only know the top 50 people of your Qizong. I don't know the idle disciples. Say it quickly, so as not to fight and hurt your harmony. The silent Zenzi spoke in a more arrogant tone, and it seemed that he could defeat the woman with one hand.

The pupil of the woman with a gun suddenly contracted, and she held the gun in front of her like a big enemy. She said coldly, "Ji Chan, don't think that you are the top 50 magical disciples of Maha Sect, and I'm afraid of you? My disciples of the weapon sect have always been not afraid of fighting. You have the guts to come here.

Unexpectedly, the silent Zenzi laughed loudly, and a cloud rolled a hundred miles above the whole mansion, like a sea of anger.

suddenly, the silent Zenzi stopped his laughter, looked down on the woman, and said coldly, "If this is Yin Longteng, it may be okay, but with you, a little girl, what qualifications, even if I come to you are just a split, I can easily subdue it."

The woman of Jizong suddenly raised her eyebrows and rushed away with one shot, as if it was thunderous.

"Hmm, the arm is like a car, and I don't measure my ability."

The silent Zenzi just waved his sleeve and pointed his finger to the sky. The sky curtain in the sky suddenly became gloomy. A huge dark pillar of light tore apart the void and bombarded it at the end of the endless starry sky. Silently involved the rushing woman into it and disappeared.

The whole process took less than a thousandth of breathing time, which was beyond imagination.

"Brother, be careful. The master said that all obsession must be cut off with your own hands. Otherwise, you can't learn the mind of this sect, and you can only help you here. I hope that in a month, you and I can meet in Maitreya Mountain."

Ji Chanzi didn't look at Wu Pengwei from beginning to end, but with a roll of big sleeves, the whole person disappeared.

"Thank you, brother." The young man bowed deeply and looked indescribably respectful.

It was not until the separation of Ji Chanzi disappeared that the young man straightened up, turned to look at Wu Pengwei, and said with a smile, "I forgot to introduce. My name is Zen Yin. I have no grudge against you, but I owe someone a kindness. It happened that this person was killed by you, so I came here to take your life."

"The so-called cutting off the obsession is to cut off all the kindness and resentment with the knife in your hand. Boy, take your life. If I take your life, I can go to Maitreya Mountain to worship."

Mr. Zen Yin stepped forward and came out with a slap.

Thousands of clouds burst, with only one palm, between one palm, sixty real dragon lights and shadows on the top of the head broke out of the air, circling and roaring, each of which had a thick line of a pillar held by three people, more than ten meters long and bright claws.

The most fearing thing is that Mr. Chanyin's whole body steps in the void. Every step he takes, there is a cloud wave under his feet. Every inch forward, there is an infinite wind whirlwind involved in it. However, in just about ten steps, Mr. Chanyin's slap in the air is like the size of a house, covering the sun and thick clouds rolling.

"Xiang Yunzhang, boy, you accept your fate. Since it is my obsession, you are doomed to be slapped to death."

The giant palm presses the world.

Wu Pengwei only stood quietly. On his side, the huge mansion was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The houses, rocks and the ground all showed a state of pink destruction. The 100-mu-sized mansion floated like dead ash in an instant.

Only Wu Pengwei was unharmed.

He just raised his head and pointed to the void.

"Nightmare Mirror"

In an instant, in the depths of Wu Pengwei's eyes, two hexagonal silver patterns appeared, and the pattern slowly rotated like a wheel.

Mr. Chan Yin suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and suddenly fell into a deep and difficult darkness.

A huge tempered bronze ancient mirror is emerging in the darkness of the dark.

"No, it's pupil!"

Mr. Chan Yin knew that it was not good, so he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, urging him to carry out the magic power of Maha Sect.

"Future Heart Sutra"

This method flowed through my heart, and a huge fat head light and shadow suddenly appeared in the dark space, with open breasts and breasts, a constant smile, and a temperament of tolerance for the world.

This Buddha appeared in shape, and the dark space suddenly shone brightly. The Buddha slapped down and hugged the ancient bronze mirror.

The ancient mirror and the Buddha are actually stuck together, regardless of each other.

At this time, Mr. Chanyin suddenly exerted his strength and bit the tip of his tongue. The huge Buddha's light and shadow suddenly surged, and the threed-shaped ancient mirror immediately collapsed.

Seeing that the darkness was about to recede, a cold voice sounded in his ear again.

"Yes, it can withstand the first nightmare mirror. In this way, I'll do two more to see how you deal with it."

It's almost one percent.

The infinite darkness came again, and the two diamond-shaped bronze mirrors rose again in the darkness.

Mr. Chan Yin suddenly terrified the color.

An ancient mirror has made him poor to deal with. Isn't the two ancient mirrors worse than his life and death?

Sure enough, just for a moment, the huge Buddha was smashed by two bronze ancient mirrors.

"Fit, I'll fight with you."

At this time, Mr. Chanyin shouted loudly, raised his palm, and bombarded the two nightmare mirrors.

Unfortunately, the nightmare mirror is a wonderful use of the eternal magic pupil. It is not an entity. If it is smashed by his palm, isn't it a joke?

Mr. Chanyin's palm became empty, like crazy, and at the same time encouraged the auspicious cloud giant palm, constantly waving and clapping in the dark space.

What just chills him is that these two ancient mirrors are like illusory things. Every time they pass through the mirror without any damage.

What surprised him more was that at this moment in reality, Wu Pengwei was floating in the sky, watching the Chanyin prince waving his palms around like a madman on the ground, but a faint layer of chaos appeared in his eyes.

"Refining God" has already been quietly launched in an instant.

In Wu Pengwei's eyes, the Zen Yin's movements are extremely slow, and his auspicious giant palm is clearly displayed in front of his eyes in an extremely thorough way.

How to promote luck, how to regulate, how to wave your palms, every move, clearly reflected in his eyes.

"This auspicious cloud giant palm is really good. It is not only the power of qi and blood, but also the footwork and mind method, and even the palm method can be used. It is a martial arts that combines three methods. It is extremely mysterious. The power is too sharper than the palm of the bloody old monster, but unfortunately, this master is in the rubbing. Ha Zong is definitely not a powerful martial arts, which can be peeped at by me. It is rumored that there are 72 kinds of supreme magical martial arts, each of which has the power of no less than 500 divine Tao. That's all, since I have learned this auspicious cloud palm, there is no need to continue to play with him.

Wu Pengwei snapped his finger, and the infinite darkness receded. Mr. Chan Yin only felt a flower in front of him and reappeared back to reality.

He was full of big men, and his robe had already been wet with sweat. His previous elegant and indifferent look disappeared, and he was replaced by an embarrassed and panicked expression.

He looked around, but he didn't find any trace of Wu Pengwei.

"Bunuch, where are you? If you have the ability to come out and fight with me." At this moment, Mr. Chanyin is angry. There is no demeanor of a disciple of Maha Buddhism. He is more rude as a butcher who has lost his kitchen knife.

"I'm on you. Haven't you found it?" Above Mr. Chan's head, there was a clear man's voice.

Mr. Chanyin looked up and a ferocious color flashed in his eyes.

Wu Pengwei, who played with himself, was with his hands behind him, and his feet were full of auspiciousness. It turned out to be a huge yellow auspicious cloud. He looked up and looked up at the long white clouds, and did not take Mr. Chanyin in his eyes.

"You, you're dead!"

Mr. Chanyin roared and had no demeanor. He raised his palms and bombarded Wu Pengwei.

Xiangyun's giant palm was launched again, and a huge palm appeared, with a huge palm with a radius of hundreds of meters.

"Huh? Don't know whether to live or die? Is it you or me?"

Wu Pengwei smiled faintly and bombarded down with one palm. Similarly, this palm was also cloudy and thousands of clouds swept over.

It is also auspicious cloud palm.

Mr. Chanyin was suddenly shocked, but at this moment, on Wu Pengwei's head, there are 75 real dragon lights and shadows roaring in the air. Each real dragon is thicker, huge, fresher and more powerful than his Zenyin.

Under the pressure of the huge palm, it is almost an unparalleled force.

"No, it's impossible..."

Mr. Chanyin roared crazily, but only one-tenth of the time to breathe, his body was completely smashed and turned into nothingness.

"Alas, that's the end of obsession."

Wu Pengwei sighed and walked gently down in the void, looking at the ashes on the ground, which was a little regretful.

"Unfortunately, my good house has been destroyed like this. It seems that I need to look for a new place."

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The starry sky, not far from Maha Star, has a tiny star.

Above the stars, everything is dead, and everything shows a taste of silence. In the depths of the stars, a man is sitting cross-legged, twisting the lotus flower with his hand, his eyes are slightly open, and quietly staring at a light mirror suspended in front of him.

Above the light mirror, it is the plump woman holding a gun and fighting with a light and shadow with the same face as a man.

"Well, this girl's strength is ordinary, but her shooting skills are a little sharp, which is somewhat similar to Yin Tenglong's 'Hualong Gunway'. It can make my split fight for half an hour, which can be regarded as a plastic talent."

The man was watching with relish, and suddenly his heart was shocked.

"What, how is it possible that Brother Chanyin was killed?"