Chapter 231 Three Worlds Without Security (Three Explosion!)

"Be careful!"

An old monk next to him shouted.

Sheding had been on guard for a long time, but when he saw a golden light flash on his face, a golden Buddha actually flew out of his white eyebrows. Seeing the wind grow up and facing the claw, the crow was suddenly stabbed by the light and withdrew his arm with a sigh. He shrank and said, "Big monk, you try to hurt me!"

Master Sheding said, "Amitabha, the former little hero Fenggou was kind to the poor monk and other people. At this moment, he came to repay it. It has nothing to do with the benefactor. The donor came up and took action. How can he blame the old man for harming you?"

The crow shook his hand and dropped a few bloody black feathers from his sleeve. His face was no longer painful and ferocious. He said, "It's dangerous here. Several monks shouldn't have come here."

The three old monks, including Sheding, suddenly had a faint golden light. He said, "Good, Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell'. No matter how dangerous this place is, the old man will still repay the kindness of the little hero Fenggou.

The crow smiled coldly. Through the thick fog, the smile on his face was so uncomfortable.

Because he laughed like a crow.

The crow said, "I was just playing with you. Oh, it's really not like me, playing with a few monks. Saying this, the crow looked contemptuous and suddenly said seriously, "Since you are going to hell, why don't you let me do some infinite merits and send you a ride to paradise early?"

After saying that, a black flame rose from the palm of his right hand and suddenly stopped. Unexpectedly, it has been pinched.

The four-shot black Mars sank into the thick fog.

"What a big tone!"

The three monks were furious, but they felt that their bodies were suddenly greatly damaged. A little bit of black flame has rushed into the body of the three monks at the same time. It is burning more and more fiercely in their Buddha's heart, and the black fire is raging.

He has not yet done it and has been seriously injured. The three old monks did not expect this seemingly ordinary hand, but his hand was so vicious. Bean-sized sweat slowly slipped down their foreheads.

"...The three worlds are safe, just like a house of fire. The people are full of suffering and are terrible.

The crow slowly read a few words, and then there was another thought-probable smile on his face.

An old monk said, "Isn't the Fahua Sutra defiled the Buddhist classics from the mouth of your evil beast!"

"Amitabha, don't talk to him!" Another old monk couldn't stand the nameless black fire burning in the Buddha's heart, and his mind was confused. After a lifetime of cultivation, he forcibly released the true breath in his body. Silently, a move of Prajna lion's palm slowly and slowly came out.

"Open the monument!" When the other monk heard the words, he also raised his head, and jumped up with angrily. He condensed his right palm of pure Buddha power, like a sharp blade that refined golden light, shining on three thousand worlds without terror. He hit the crow with his head.

Sheding also frowned deeply, counted the rosary beads in his hand, and said a spell in his mouth. Suddenly, his eyes opened and two golden lights shot out of his eyes. A golden word 's�' appeared in the golden light, firmly nailing the crow that was about to escape.

The crow's head was slightly raised, and his eyes suddenly closed.

It seems that the split of the golden blade-like stele opener is also allowed to be locked by the "great demon (** word) method" of Sheding's eyes. However, the shadow behind him did not move at this moment.

Because he knew that the crow just "seems" to be captured. From behind, outside his body, there has begun to be a faint layer of energy gently undulating like waves.

"Huo!!"

Say that sooner or later, the golden light flashed, and the trees in the forest were crooked, and the crow's head was penetrated! The palm of the hand falls vertically until the chest.

Although the old monk succeeds in his hand, there is no trace of joy on his face, but his eyebrows frown deeper and tighter. Because his hand did not feel that he had touched the crow.

"song——"

The old monk suddenly put an end. The golden firelight followed the palm wind and pulled back from the broken body of the crow. Like a mirror, his body was restored in an instant!

"How could this happen!?"

is a monster that has become an elite. Under their magic eyes, it must not be blindfolded. Why can the crow-like monster in front of him do this?

The crow said, "One person, one palm. This is called causal karma.

While speaking, the originally nihilistic body suddenly became an entity. In the palm of his hand, a sharp palm wind urged the uneasy air, led the surging murderous atmosphere, and instantly hit the old monk.

It was like the tide of the sea, and the huge waves came to his face. Before the monk took action, he spit out a mouthful of blood. The nameless black fire in the Buddha's heart has made him work outside, like a candle in the wind.

"It's inevitable to die!"

The old monk bit his teeth, and the black and red blood couldn't stop flowing out of the corners of his mouth. He roared, shook his arms, and made a gesture of subduing the dragon and tiger. The old monk said angrily, "Before I die, I will also pull your back!"

After saying that, he took out the wooden fish in his arms and knocked it gently.

There is only one.

With that soft sound, Dugu Youwei felt that his mind was suddenly blank. If he was killed at this moment, he would definitely be like an elm tree and would never dodge.

The figure of the crow is also slow. Although the old monk was full of blood, he also looked up to the sky and laughed, urging the Buddha's heart to completely take out the energy and inject the wooden fish in his hand.

He suddenly took off his hand and cast it at the dull crow!

But seeing the glory and the fragrance, a golden arhat sat on the palm-sized wooden fish and flew peacefully to the head of the crow.

The last glimmer of light in the dead lamp.

extinguish.

"guo--!"

The crow dispersed and turned into a group of black feathers, red claws and red-eyed sharp-billed crows. Gather again and return to the entity.

The crow glanced at a dead bloody crow on the ground, and a trace of regret in his eyes was almost impossible to find.

"And my this!"

Prajna lion's paw, send it out with all its strength.

The golden lion with its teeth and claws suddenly appeared from the golden light. Although the lion is arrogant and unparalleled, the look in his eyes is a rare piety. Is the people he killed all in order to eliminate demons and defend the way?

The crow smiled coldly, and the black airflow in his hand unconsciously rotated from the palm of his hand.

As soon as he raised his hand, the black airflow was like a ghost, and he was not afraid to rush into the Buddhas in the west and shot at the lion in the golden light!

She Ding saw three people walking together, and one of them was dead. He shook his body and held the younger brother. He was depressed and spit out a mouthful of blood first.

"Brother..."

I haven't looked back, but I have heard the sound of another brother roaring in pain and flying backwards!