Chapter 671 The Forbidden Halo

Appearing in this mysterious place out of thin air, Moke immediately felt a kind of ancient, precipitation-like atmosphere. This is a strange dark gray fog, and even Moko's hole through the Buddha's eyes can't see the end, which is extremely mysterious. Judging from the picture, although Moke already knew that the black hole was extremely large, he couldn't help but be shocked when he really saw it with his own eyes.

Big! It's too big! Unmeasible!

Think about it, a god and demon is at least 10,000 meters high, comparable to the US dollar fairy, 100,000 meters, comparable to the big Luo Jinxian, and here, there are many 100,000 meters, hundreds of meters high gods and demons, densely emerged from the black hole together, and then quickly transmitted by a giant transmission array to the flood and famine. Everywhere, even reaching some planets and continents, it can carry so many gods and demons together. How big is this black hole?

In front of this immeasurable black hole, everything seems very small. There is only one thing that can be comparable to it. That is the illusory mountains behind it, standing all over the sky and the earth, a kind of supreme breath that supports the four poles of heaven and earth, and is immortal. This is a kind of momentum, an indescribable big Potential!

"What kind of person! Looking for death!"

Huh? It's the little bald donkey Moko, my father's religion offered a reward for the person who killed him!"

"Kill!"

As soon as Moke emerged out of thin air, he was immediately discovered by the six hypocrites of the fathers who did not protect the law. Three of them were Moke's acquaintances. Hua Miaoran, the first battle general, Huayu Mountain, Moke and the three of them had an accidental soul double practice with the first battle, and it was also with the help of that double cultivation, the first Only after the First World War finally explored the mystery of the water and stepped into the realm of pseudo-holy.

"Hum..."

At this time, a strong road atmosphere emerged without warning, high, noble, with a taste that could not be desecrated, and suddenly turned into six halo, suddenly covering the heads of six pseudo-saints.

There is no doubt that Hongjun has made a move!

The halo rotates out of thin air and changes color like dream glass. The atmosphere of a road is full of it, which is extremely mysterious, giving people an indestructible feeling. It seems to be a ring of confinement. Suddenly, the six people were surprised and hurriedly launched the means to resist.

"What's going on! My mana has weakened by more than half!" Hua Yushan exclaimed and was very surprised.

The breath of the road... Most of my mana has also weakened, and the evil corpse can't be urged!" An old man in Taoist robe exclaimed and was very surprised.

In the face of this situation, Moke was immediately happy. Although he knew that Hongjun had some means to help himself, he did not expect that such power would imprison most of the other party's mana, and the three corpses cut out could not be released. As a result, the strength of this side has greatly increased.

"Little guy, don't be happy too early. This kind of imprisonment can only last for half an hour, and it will slowly weaken. Now I must devote all my energy to controlling the mine punishment, and I also need to find some creation for you to help you break through..." In Moke's ear, Hongjun's ancient and leisurely voice came, without sadness or joy. Covering the sky and suppressing, the earth began to collapse, and strong airflows created one black hole after another. The surrounding voids were torn apart, and space-time storms surged out of it

"Amitabha..."

Reciting a Buddha's name, Moke's mind turned around, and suddenly the immoral Taoist and Zhong Qing, who had been ready to go, appeared in the Buddha's land and came here.

"Rumble..."

Without hesitation, the immoral Taoist released his evil corpse. As for Zhong Qing, he also released his own good corpse. The four rainbow-like streamers directly attacked and collided with the six pseudo-saints.

"Gaga... These juniors are nothing, Moke, quickly destroy the gods and demons and continue to invade!" The immoral Taoist laughed strangely, and a flame axe swept in his palm, and suddenly a chain of extreme flame order flew out, sweeping the two pseudo-saints at the same time.

As for his evil corpse, it is also extremely powerful, emitting flames, as powerful as the flame god of war.

The strong man in the realm of pseudo-holy is actually divided into several levels. The pseudo-saint who cut off one corpse is comparable to two ordinary pseudo-saints. As for the pseudo-saints who cut off the two corpses, it is more ferocious than the three ordinary pseudo-saints. In some cases, the three corpses entrusted by the innate spiritual treasure are stronger than the original.

"Not bad! We are here! They were suppressed by their mana and could not release the three corpses. The two of us were enough to block it!" Long sleeves fluttered, and Xingren pen appeared again in Zhongqing's palm, a kind of great Confucian temperament like a blue-blooded elixir.

The immoral Taoist stopped the three pseudo-saints, and Zhong Qing also stopped the three pseudo-saints and immediately gave Moke a good opportunity.

The aura of the road can only last for half an hour, and it will slowly become weak. Naturally, Moke will not waste time. He nodded slightly, stepped on his feet, and walked towards the wrong side of sitting cross his knees.

"The younger generation dares!"

"Vulde donkey, stop!"

Seeing this situation, the six pseudo-saints suddenly became furious and launched their own means, which shocked the sky. The terrible attack turned into a torrent of martial arts, covering the sky and the sun. The void began to collapse, causing one black hole after another. The paste-like destructive power inside rippled, and the space-time storm surged out of it. ...

"Wo!"

Huayushan stabbed out with a sword, and the whole person seemed to turn into a sharp sword. A dark broken sword was stabbed out. Every sword was unpredictable, sometimes as hot as a fire, sometimes as soft as spring breeze, sometimes as soft as water, sometimes like wind and frost. The dazzling sword light rushed straight up, like gorgeous silver. Dragon.

In the first battle, a long sword in his hand was sprinkled, emitting an ancient and noble atmosphere. Obviously, it was an innate spiritual treasure. The light of the sword spread like a spring rain, accompanied by a tinkling sound. It seemed that the spring rain was full of fresh and pleasant, in small pavilions, which made people couldn't help listening to the rain overnight and completely intoxicated.

Hua Miaoran is as graceful as a butterfly, shuttles through flowers, and like a pine crane dance, simple and elegant, and her fingertips suddenly shot out a chain of order, as if around the soft spring water, and as if it were constantly cutting the water of King Kong.

The old man in Taoist robe raised his big sleeve, and the world seemed to turn into boundless darkness. Everything was included in his sleeves, which was the universe in the famous divine power sleeve of Taoism.

"Boom!"

The immoral Taoist punched him with one punch, like hundreds of millions of wild dragons going to sea, disturbing the wind and clouds, covering the sky and the sun, covering the universe, shaking the eight poles, instantly breaking the universe in his sleeve, still extremely ferocious, and rushing towards another middle-aged man.

"Kill!"

Although the middle-aged man was suppressed by the aura imprisoned by the road, he was extremely calm. His body was like a 10,000-year-old reef. His sword eyebrows were raised, and a murderous sound came out. A sword light at his fingertips swallowed uncertainly, pierced through time and space, solidified now, concentrated on a point, and suddenly stabbed out, looking like a turtle as slow as a turtle. But in fact, it is as fast as lightning, giving people an irresistible illusion and facing the huge punch issued by immoral Taoists...

In an instant, the immoral Taoist and Zhong Qing carried their own good and evil corpses and fought with the pseudo-saints of the six Father God Religion. Although they were slightly weak, they were almost the same, but they fought equally, which was very wonderful.

Generally, the strong fight only for a moment, and for the level of pseudo-holy, this is even more so. The immoral Taoist and Zhong Qing blocked six pseudo-saints for him. Moke stepped out step by step, gave birth to lotus, and waved his palm slightly. Suddenly, a huge Buddha's palm flew out and kept soaring, containing immortality and compassion. The breath of majesty and so on, endless Zen singing Buddha's voice, fiercely photographed.

"Boom!"

Thousands of gods and demons were taken by the Buddha's palm at the same time, and disappeared in an instant, but Moke was suddenly included in the Buddha's soil and suppressed.

In this scene, not to mention the six hypocrites, even the immoral Taoist people were shocked. It was amazing!

There are thousands of gods and demons, many of which are millions of meters tall, comparable to the Great Luo Jinxian. Are they captured as one? It's horrible!

With this slap, Moke himself was slightly surprised. He tried his best to mobilize the power of Buddha's land. Unexpectedly, such a strong and horizontal feeling of moving mountains and filling the seas, destroying the world in an instant. It was not until this moment that he really understood why Hongjun really inherited everything after he asked him to collect the Buddha's soil.

"Amitabha... Although I can almost infinitely mobilize the original power of the Buddha's land, my soul power, even if I understand the heart of heaven, can only last for half an hour at most. Feeling slightly, Moke had a conclusion in his heart.

If his idea is known by other pseudo-saints, he will go crazy. It's really perverted!

Moke's Buddha's palm swept and kept taking the gods and demons emerging in the black hole, and he had approached the front of sitting in the void.

"Amitabha... Donor, you made the gods and demons enter the flood and stirred up boundless killings. Today, the little monk has to be offended!" When he opened his mouth loudly, Moko's palm suddenly grabbed it out, and endless Buddhist scriptures emerged. Three thousand Buddhist scriptures resounded, a kind of bright, thorough, and infinite Buddha light blooming.

At this point of practice, the pseudo-saint has long been no longer an unattainable goal. Moke's strength is simply enough to compete with the late strong in the pseudo-saint period, and can even compete slightly. All this is because his background is too deep, and the unique Buddha soil provides the original power.

As for the moves, it thoroughly penetrates the essence of the Buddha. Compared with the great bodhisattvas such as Guanyin, Moke has completely reached the Buddha's law to the point of heaven, turning decay into magic. The difference between the Buddha's palm and King Kong Fist is not too big, and both have the divine power to destroy the world.

At this moment, this gathered Moke's lifelong insights, a powerful palm, and was about to capture the inability of sitting in the void.