Chapter 859 Dragon Elephant Powerful Buddha Fist

In an area in the center of Tiandao Plain, a small monk with bare feet and a beautiful face is walking leisurely. Every step he steps out, the void beside him is full of a faint lotus fragrance, holding a string of simple rosary beads in his hand, wearing a golden robe, and showing compassion on his face. It is the little monk of the Prajna Sect. .

"Little monk, die!"

A domineering and wild voice suddenly sounded, and then a fierce and domineering man rushed to him. There was a rage of energy on his fists, and the turbulent void made a buzzing sound. Obviously, it was also a special physique, and the divine power existed.

"Amitabha, my Buddha's mercy..."

His eyes squinted slightly, and a gentle sigh came out of a dust's mouth, but his body flashed like a ghost, and the whole person seemed to be unable to catch the real body.

"Dragon Elephant Weiwu Buddha Fist!"

"Boom!"

Like a muffled thunder explosion, a giant elephant and a dragon's virtual shadow suddenly appeared behind the little monk, entangling each other, emitting a boundless powerful atmosphere, making it look like a Buddha in the air pressure of heaven and earth, pointing to the sky and the earth, rolling over. After the virtual shadow of the giant elephant and the dragon appeared behind him, the little monk suddenly showed a solemnity on his face, and at the same time, he slowly pushed forward a punch!

" Peng! Peng!...."

The giant elephant and the virtual shadow of the dragon that appeared behind a dust made a shocking roar, which directly wrapped the fierce and domineering man in the center, and the annihilation and shocks thousands of times, as if to turn it into nothingness.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! ....."

There was a miserable howling in his mouth, and the fierce man instantly felt that the terrorist attacks that swept the world swept through the world like waves. It seemed that there was an invincible Buddha who controlled the fusion of the giant elephant and the dragon and sent out continuous terrorist attacks on himself. The fierce momentum is higher than the waves, and there is a great momentum of immortality.

After sending out the dragon elephant's mighty Buddha fist, Yichen's face suddenly changed, with a trace of anger. His white fingers turned like a lotus flower and suddenly pointed behind him.

"Ding!"

A sound of gold and iron sounded, and then the little monk's fingers collided with the tip of a slender sword, as if they were glued together, which was inseparable. The sudden attack of the sword was held in the hands of a woman, who was wearing a light golden robe, graceful, charming, and her beautiful face.

However, at this moment, the woman does not have that enchanting and charming posture, and her face is full of panic and disbelief.

"Sneak me?"

The fingertips were firmly glued to the tip of the sword, and then the little monk smiled faintly. Then his fingertips trembled again, and an inexplicable physical force rushed to the tip of the sword, sweeping the whole sword in an instant.

"Wh..."

It seemed difficult to grasp. The slender sword made a rapid roar and suddenly rose to the sky and disappeared into the sky.

The dragon elephant's powerful Buddha fist from the dust was extremely strong and invincible. As soon as the fierce man was swept away, it was a little difficult to resist. He roared repeatedly and was seriously injured. However, a simple armor suddenly appeared on the fierce man's body, and the blood sprayed in his mouth. It seemed that he had used some taboo skills to force the armor, and finally resisted the terrible blow. Although he resisted this horrible punch, his pale face and trembling body obviously hurt his vitality.

"Huh! How dare you sneak up on me? Buddha's angry king fist!"

Step forward barefoot, and the little monk suddenly appeared in front of him with a terrible speed that he could not believe under the terrible eyes of the fierce man. A fist wrapped around the golden light and Zen singing had covered the world, tolerant of everything, and suddenly filled his eyes.

In an instant, his mind was full of endless fear and despair. At this moment, the big man was simply regretful. He knew that he had kicked on the iron plate this time. However, although I regret it, there is no chance to make up for it.

"Peng!"

The head exploded like a watermelon, and the fierce man died directly on the spot. Chen Heng's body and blood stained a large area of the ground red.

"Ah! No! No! Don't kill me. The little girl Ziyan is willing to ask for forgiveness as a virgin..."

Seeing that the fierce man was directly punched to death, the woman named Ziyan showed pity on her face. She knelt down with tears in her eyes, and the pear blossoms begged Yichen for mercy like rain. She was originally a beautiful beauty, especially at this moment, kneeling down, intentionally or unintentionally revealing some ** areas, weak and boneless, enough to make the iron man tender and unbearable to take action.

While begging for mercy like this, Ziyan quietly showed her best charm. His body is the physique of thousands of charming bones, and he has practiced the art of charm. He is very proficient in this way. Once he is used, it is a beautiful posture that subverts all sentient beings and charms the world. At this moment, she knows that it is absolutely impossible for her to compete with a little monk, and she is ready to perform the art of charm and gain vitality.

However, Ziyan is a little underestimated by a little monk. Although he looks like a teenager who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, not the kind of Buddhist monk who has been immersed in Buddhism for thousands of years, he is actually the reincarnation of the Buddha. Such charming skills can't shake his Buddha's heart at all, but make him a trace of murder. .

"The evil! Do you want to charm the poor monks? Beauty skeleton, the evil fate of all sentient beings, sad, lamentable!"

Yichen put his hands together, like a Buddha who saw through the world, and then his body floated like a breeze and suddenly lost his trace.

"The world is falling into the world, and thousands of troubles are entangled in their hearts. If there is no Buddha nature in the heart, how to destroy the truth-seeking me..."

The voice of the little monk Yichen echoed in the void, but Ziyan's body trembled gently and fell down directly, but there was no blood flowing out. I don't know what mysterious means Yichen used.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Fight!"

"Go to hell!"

There was still a continuous howling on the Tiandao Plain, and a character with a special physique fought with each other, and the situation was very tragic. Although the other forces in these characters have been contained by 90%, they still have some killer means, and many people burn their blood to send out a fight, which is thrilling all the time.

The rumble....

The fairy weapon array is still shrinking, and the persecuting people have to gather in the center again, but there are only more than 100 people who are still alive at this moment.