Chapter 35 Eight Wasteland God of War

"Be sure to find it! The magic weapon suspected to be a treasure can't fall into the hands of others! Moreover, if I am arrested and interrogated by the elders in the temple, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble..." His eyes flashed, and the tall young monk was as electric and began to patrol around.

Let's say that some of the original spirits of this poisonous king are attached to his most trusted magic weapon, the eight wilderness god of war, and he is also very anxious at this time. When he looked at it slightly, he knew that he was in a Buddhist temple, and there were many Buddhist prohibitions and monks. If he was not careful, he was really going to disperse his soul.

Moreover, the tall young monk will naturally not let go of himself and is looking around.

"What should I do? What should I do? Huh? There is a little monk there, whose aura leaks and his strength doesn't look strong. Why don't I stay in his body for a while and then act slowly!"

Baidu Zhenjun, who was flying anxiously, caught a glimpse of a dazed little monk. He was very anxious in his heart. After thinking slightly, he pulled and urged the Eight Wastes God of War with all his strength to dive towards the little monk in the void...

At this moment, Moko was holding his chin in his hands and was in a daze. Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart. Suddenly, he looked up and suddenly saw a confused phantom and fell down into the void with a brush.

That confused illusion is the source of the sense of crisis!

Quick! Hurry up! Hurry up!

The speed of this phantom diving down was so fast that it was dazzling. Moko subconsciously suddenly stimulated the Buddha light in his body, and a stream of Buddha light condensed his hands and then went to the top. At the same time, his muscles and bones began a mysterious tremor, and in an instant it bulged like a dragon, showing a strong sense of power.

And this series of actions were almost Moco's subconscious actions. The confused illusion was so fast that he didn't have time to take other resistance measures at all.

Smile!

This mysterious phantom broke the Buddha's light protection of Moko's hands, and a tearing pain came. His right hand had already cracked a bloody mouth. As for the phantom, it directly integrated into it and disappeared.

"Bai Poisonous Famine..."

A sharp pain came, and then there was a burst of discomfort in Moke's body. At this moment, an ancient little Ge appeared in his body, and a faint virtual shadow roared and rushed towards Moke's soul...

All this, hurry up! It's too fast! Moke didn't react at all, and although his current Buddhist knowledge is also strong, it can't be like the virtual shadow at all. It can only permeate and can't condense at all.

This virtual shadow carried Xiaoge to kill, and immediately broke Moko's Buddha's consciousness and rushed straight to Moko's soul, wanting to start a terrible seizure.

"Hum..."

seemed to be touched. I don't know where Moke's body was, and a white light shone on the shadow. All this, soon, for a moment, the virtual shadow immediately melted like boiling snow.

"Ah ah ah... This is..."

Moke's body suddenlychuan a heartbreaking roar. Then, under his feeling, the shadow that rushed into his body trembled inexplicably, bursting, and turned into a pure energy. Suddenly, it was absorbed by Moke's Buddha's knowledge like a hundred rivers and sea.

All this was too fast, and Moke almost couldn't react. After three breaths, the pain in his right hand clearly told him that everything was true!

"My Buddha knowledge has improved a lot! What's going on..." After being stunned for a while, Moco had a sense of being confused.

After a while, he shook his head, stopped thinking about this, and rushed away from here and headed for the courtyard where Du'er belonged.

In the quiet room, Moke turned his hand and took out the little Ge and looked at it carefully.

This little Getong body is bronze, wrapped in many mysterious textures, with a simple and vicissitudes of life. On the crescent-like front, the cold light is shining, showing horrible and sharp lethality.

I heard from the master that magic weapons are divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons, treasure weapons, fairy weapons, and even more advanced weapons. Each level is divided into lower grade, middle grade, top grade and best grade. I don't know what level of magic weapon this little Ge is? I have an intuition that it is much more powerful than the Chinese magic weapon King Kong pestle given to me by my master.

After saying to himself, Moko's right hand turned over, and a diamond pestle appeared. It was cold and quiet, but much weaker than Xiao Ge's appearance.

Since cultivating Buddha's knowledge, he can use Buddha's knowledge to leave a mark on the magic weapon and put it into his body. Du'er participated in the newcomer competition for Moke, and even gave him a medium-quality magic weapon King Kong pestle, which was refined by him.

A stream of Buddha's knowledge gushed out into the body, wrapped around the little Ge, and slowly began to refine...

At the beginning, when Moke refined the diamond pestle, almost three breaths succeeded. However, this little Ge did not know what magic weapon it was. It took more than an hour to finally refine it and knew its name, the Eight Wasteland God of War. In addition, after refining, Moko obtained a very powerful Gofa from it, which made Moko very satisfied.

Just like a child getting his beloved toy, he refined the eight wilderness god of war Ge. Moko held Ge in his hand and slowly practiced a set of powerful Gofa.

At the same time, after searching for a long time, the tall young monk stopped looking, snorted coldly and returned to the ground fire palace again. And he never thought that the Baidu Zhenjun, who he spent his energy and finally captured, died at the hands of Moko.

Moke's acquisition of the eight wilderness god of war halberd informed Du'er. Du'er was shocked. Then even if he was ecstatic, he carefully checked the halberd and finally made a judgment, which was much more powerful than his own Buddha treasure.

One day passed, and in this last month, the whole Dafan Temple completely set off a frenzy of practice. Seven or eight hundred disciples worked hard one by one, practiced hard, studied Buddhism, and wanted to emerge in the competition and be listed in the mountains and rivers.

In this month, Moko also made the final sprint. Although he could not understand the so-called origin and was promoted to the realm of Yuan Buddha, his strength was also completely stable. What pleased him most was that the big glazed diamond body, which had been stagnant at the peak of the first floor, actually showed some signs of breakthrough.

Dafan Temple is also very concerned about this newcomer competition. Over the years, Dafan Temple has been lagging behind among the forty-seven temples of the emperor's star. All the real rulers in the temple are extremely anxious, and the newcomer competition is their concern.

As long as you can emerge on it and show strong potential and strength, you will inevitably be favored and cultivated. Under such **, even many disciples who are disciples of Buddhism cannot calm down.

In this eager and exciting atmosphere, one day, with the sound of three melodious and profound bells, the long-awaited newcomer competition finally began!

"Gaga.... Collect all the red tickets!" Moko roared.....