Chapter 413 Qing Sanzi

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In fact, when the old man reminded Moke, he also realized this problem. His master, the third son of the Demon God Cave, was afraid that his strength was not weak and had an unknown card. At this time, he was afraid that it would be a hard battle.

However, thinking about the tens of thousands of creatures who died tragically, and thinking about his current strength and cards, Moke finally decided to stay and equalize the third princess.

Suspended in the void, He Zhenyang tried to keep his face calm, but his heart had already set off a terrible wave, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

"Horrible! It's horrible! A strong man who survived the disaster period, his heart was tempered and refined, and he was actually transformed by this! No wonder the master has mentioned many times that the magic power of Buddhism is the most vicious. Although it promotes a set of compassionate concepts, in essence, it is ten times more horrible than the evil outsider! If I am also transformed into a slave and my soul falls, it is simply worse than death! Life is better than death!" He Zhenyang sighed in his heart and looked at Moke's eyes, which was already full of a deep fear, afraid that the other party would deal with him with his backhand.

Moke did not know the thoughts in Xiaohe Zhenyang's heart. He turned his head and said with a smile, "Amitabha, the benefactor, the little monk Moke is polite!" The benevolent heart is admirable! The donor also heard about it. I'm afraid that a strong man will come later. I don't know how the donor will choose?

His heart trembled slightly, and He Zhenyang hurriedly arched his hand and responded with a smile, "Master, don't be polite. It is my duty to kill demons and eliminate demons. The third son of Qing made such a sin, and I, He Zhenyang, naturally can't sit idly by. However, the other party's strength is extremely strong. This time, I am the only one who is the little master!"

He Zhenyang's words are watertight. First, it is a compliment to eliminate the hidden danger of Moke, and at the same time, it makes it a * to protect its own safety as much as possible. This paragraph, in Confucianism, is a conspiracy, grand and aboveboard, convincing without objection.

"Hmm! You two idiots don't know how to escape, but they won't be chased and killed by the princess!"

Just as Moke wanted to continue to speak, a cold muffled hum sounded, turning into a heavy pressure wave, rolling in, with a grand, majestic, worshipful and dominating taste.

"Wang..."

With this sound, the void in front of Moke shattered like glass, and a huge ship surrounded by the breath of horror appeared, like the supreme god boat driving on the sea of suffering, slightly swallowing the breath, which made the surrounding energy messy and horrible.

The next moment, the giant ship rose all over the sky. There were green dragons absorbing water, white tigers stepping on gold, rosefinches spitting fire, Xuanwu breaking mountains, and immortals flying up, and primitive people sacrificed to heaven. In the infinite image, a figure stepped out step by step, like a dragon and tiger, and majestic. The next moment, he broke away from the huge ship and appeared in front of Moke.

This is a young man wearing a pure purple Taoist robe and a Leiyang crown. His eyes are sharp and his face is as cold as frost. He holds a golden bone spear with a red flame in his left hand. A breath of tearing everything bursts out.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and then Moke's eyes were attracted by his right hand. In this young man's right hand, he is holding an old man, not someone else, but an old man who has just been deported by Moco.

"Master! The old slave was incompetent and was caught by Princess Qingsan! Be careful, he is not alone, and there are several geniuses in the huge ship! Be careful of his god-killing spear, and be sure to pay attention to him..."

"The canopy!"

"Ah!"

Just saw Moke, the old man shouted in a hurry and reminded Moke, but his voice had not yet fallen. The indifferent young man raised his eyebrows and suddenly shone with a sharp sword light on his right hand. The next moment, with the sound of the canopy, the sword light lingered thousands of times in an instant. The old man let out a scream and died tragically on the spot.

Killing the old man is like crushing an ant. The young man waved his hand lightly and grabbed the void. Suddenly, a roaring and twisted soul was captured, put into his palm and disappeared. Everything happened so fast that Moco didn't even have time to stop it.

"Amitabha... Lord, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha!" Moke opened his mouth and looked solemn.

Obviously, the young man in front of him is Mr. Qing San. In fact, Moke is also sensive at a glance. It is not the strength of the immortals, but one step away from the immortals. It seems that he can step into it at any time and is at the peak of the disaster.

"Bah! Buddhahood? Little bald donkey, don't die!"

The character seemed to be very violent. Mr. Qing San shouted violently and did not talk nonsense. The burning bone spear in his palm shook, and a series of roars of ghosts and wolves came out, and the body of the bone spear emitted a wild and ferocious atmosphere, already like a dragon through the sky, piercing through the void and piercing it fiercely!

Boom!

The rising red flame of the bone spear is like blood burning, like a scorching sun, and the extremely hot wave is surging, full of a terrible lethality. This bone spear pierced, and Moke was immediately shocked. I'm afraid its quality can be comparable to that of the peak fairy weapon of the Chinese quality.

In addition to some real perverted demons, ordinary genius practitioners, as long as they do not achieve immortals, cannot explode the power of fairy weapons. The strongest can only be urged with all their strength, which is comparable to that of the peak fairy weapons of Chinese products. This is already amazing. This level of terrorist attack is enough to hit hard and even kill ordinary immortals.

At this time, Princess Qingsan's bone spear came out, which was amazing enough to be comparable to the full blow of the Chinese peak fairy weapon.

"King Kong Fist!"

In the face of this blow, Moke's eyes lit up and was a little surprised. However, he did not panic at all. Instead, he had an impulse to try. The five fingers were tightly pinched, and the thumb was pressed on the fist. The roots were powerful, and a breath of King Kong was transmitted. With a sudden punch, the huge fist swept freely. The Gengjin power in the heart of Shura in the body was like a big river, rushing endlessly, and the Buddha's light swept away.

"When! Dang! When!......”

In an instant, Moke wrapped his fist of Sansheng Buddha's power and hit it heavily with this bone spear. I don't know how many times he collided. Finally, it turned into a scattered energy storm, and Moke and the third son of Qing retreated.

"Kill! Demon surrender!"

Mr. Qing's eyes flashed coldly, waved his hand in pain, and seven drops of blood appeared, exuding a strong bloody smell, which seemed to be a gathering of hundreds of millions of blood.

"Boom!"

As soon as these seven drops of blood melted into the bone spear, the blood suddenly flowed like a long rainbow, and pieces of magic clouds rolled out, covering the body of the third son of Qing, with a thick, desolate, simple and heavy atmosphere, oppressing Moko's heavy mood.

The next moment, the bone spear turned into an illusion, forming a ferocious demon with ferocious bones, with ferocious teeth and bite down fiercely.