Chapter 67 You Touch the Extreme

The sound fell, and the golden light overflowed, filling the whole space, illuminating the world, and even completely dispelling the dark clouds above.

Yin!

The huge real dragon is roaring. This golden light makes it feel a tingling. It seems that thousands of swords are piercing into its body, rolling and roaring.

"The monk!"

Next to the real dragon was thunder. He frowned, looked at the golden light shining in front of him, and muttered to himself. At this moment, the bad foreboding in his heart finally appeared.

Two mysterious masters finally appeared.

The golden light is permeated and turned into a one-person walk. It is the one who just stopped the thunder.

The bald head, holy, with a big red jacket is full of solemnity, like a bright incarnation, which makes people have a devout admiration. Such a means has surpassed the means of the Light God Religion. In piety and restraining believers, obviously this monk is more powerful.

The God of Light has seen it, but he has a feeling that the God of Light is definitely not the opponent of the monk in front of him.

"What is the master's legal name?" The thunder sounded.

From the myths and legends of their hometown, monks have always been a taboo. They are a special group. They seem to be indisputable, but in fact, they have a great desire to fight. They are called 'unable people'. In this way, the idea of standing is to collect people in the world and compete for the world in no dispute, which is the most terrible.

"Amitabha!" The monk put his hands together and said, "The poor monk has many treasures!"

Duobao!

The word

made the thunder in his mind like a thunderbolt. He never thought that the one in front of him was the former Duobao Taoist. Later, he established the Duobao Buddha of Hinayana Buddhism and turned Hu into a Buddha. This allusion has been passed down for too long.

Everything has become clear, and the myth in my hometown seems to have come true.

Yunxiao Fairy, Duobao Buddha, and masters were born one after another. What about the rest of the people? What about the heavenly court? What about the sage? What about the ancestor of all saints, Hongjun, the so-called Taoist ancestor?

The mysteries are shocking.

"If you turn Hu into a Buddha, can you say Duobao Buddha?" The thunder suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked in a low voice.

His voice vibrated slightly, and his heart pounded. At this level, he was promoted to God. At this time, he still couldn't control himself to calm down.

With a smile, the monk nodded, "It's the poor monk who never thought the benefactor knew about this!"

He took a deep breath and glanced at the cyan light next to him. He didn't speak for a long time.

Duo Baoru came to look at Lei Dong and said, "The benefactor, this thing is related to the poor monk. Please do it for your convenience. The poor monk has thanked the benefactor here."

With that, put your hands together.

This looks like what was depicted in past myths. It seems pious, but in fact it is extremely shameless. The high-sounding words make people want to swear.

With a thunderous smile, I didn't think that the scene I saw on TV in the past would appear again. Is it funny or sad, or should I be angry?

The Duobao Buddha in front of him, regardless of his identity, is definitely a master, and his strength is at least the level of the God of Light, but...

"Duobao, I have heard your legend, the leader of Buddhism, the great disciple of the past. However, if you want to take this thing away with just one sentence, I can't agree!" The thunderous eyes are like a sword, "If you have the ability, you take it away. If you don't have the ability, I will take it away!"

This is extremely domineering. At the same time, the thunderous body exudes an atmosphere of the emperor and is promoted to the realm of the god. He has undergone great changes. One of them is the spirit of the emperor, which is getting stronger and stronger, which makes people palpitate.

It seems to come from heaven and earth, and it is a little out of place. It is in line with thunder, as if it comes from the blood, deep into the bone marrow, bringing a unique feeling.

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddha's name, Duobao showed a trace of compassion and nodded slightly, as if he couldn't bear it.

Lei Dong saw it in his eyes. He sneered, but his heart was heavy. Looking at Duobao Buddha, the so-called strongest saint, Lei Dong didn't know how much strength he had.

After an era, how much strength can he have?

"Sword!"

A long roar broke through the sky. The purple dragon trembled slightly in the sky, revealing a trace of humanized fear and fear. It never thought that the person in front of the disaster in front of it would have such a terrible strength.

"The world with a sword!"

Eight swords cut through the sky, as if to cut off the heaven and the earth, divide everything, and go away.

"Amitabha, the benefactor has such cultivation at a young age, and he is also a person who is favored by heaven and earth. This world of swordsmanship embraces everything, and among the poor monks know sword practitioners, it is enough to rank in the top three!" Duobao Buddha was not in a hurry and said calmly.

He waved his hand gently, and his white palm, like a woman's jade hand, did not touch the dust. He moved the flower and waved it gently. A golden light permeated it, covering the world, blocking the sword light outside and unable to jump forward.

"Flower finger?"

I raised my eyebrows and felt familiar. It seemed that there was such a bridge in my hometown. The Buddha smiled and got this unique skill, which was only in the myth, but today I saw it with extraordinary power.

"The sword is connected!"

With the thunderous sound, the eight swords divide everything and are connected to each other. It seems that the worlds are connected to everything, immortality, constantly hitting the golden barrier in front of them, and the sword light will drown the golden barrier in front of them.

Duobao Buddha smiled and said, "Turn!"

The hand trembled slightly, and I saw that the golden flower appeared in front of him and immediately turned. One flower and one world, it seemed that there was an infinite world in it, which contained Zen machine and philosophy.

In an instant, the golden barrier that was originally crumbling immediately stabilized. No matter how sharp the sword light was, it still cut the golden barrier.

The two sides are evenly matched. In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that Duobao Buddha still has a slight advantage. His movements are elegant, indescribably calm, and he has such strength with a gentle wave of his hand.

On the contrary, the thunder is weaker.

Lei Dong looked at this scene, frowned and smiled, "Taobao Taoist, if you only restore this little strength, then I will take this thing away today!"

In the laughter, the purple-gold scepter shining in the thunder's hand, and a beam of purple and gold light shot out, directly breaking through the golden barrier in front of him. The momentum did not diminish, hitting the treasure Buddha.

Lei Dong himself leaned out with one hand and grabbed the nothing.

As he looked over, he firmly stared at the Duobao Taoist. This person definitely did not have this strength. In those years, the Duobao Taoist who was more powerful than Yunxiao, how could he only have this strength? Even Yunxiao was enough to break this beam of purple gold beam.

Sure enough, Duobao Rulai moved gently, turned a golden bowl in his hand, and put the purple-gold light in, and was not hurt at all.

However, his eyebrows were a little heavy.

After a short fight, he knew that the thunderbolt strength was extraordinary. The later generation was born in this era. After hundreds of years of practice, he had today's strength, and he was even more leaping the level of battle, which was extremely strong.

"The benefactor, this thing is related to the poor monk. I hope the benefactor will give up!"

He moved gently behind his back, and the treasure light shone, permeating the sky. Countless treasure lights showed a powerful breath. Each one was a powerful treasure. A blue sword light flashed, stabbed the thunder, blocking the thunder, and could not catch that thing.

Duobao Tathagata, who used to be a Taoist of Duobao, is known as the person with the most treasures in the heavens and all worlds. The Taoist name is Duobao. It can be imagined that he has many treasures.

Thunder frowned. From the perspective of breath alone, each of those treasures is not ordinary, at least most of the top artifacts are at the level of heavenly artifacts. Such wealth is far worse than that of the main god.

Among them, several pieces of breath are powerful, which absolutely surpass the top artifact. I don't know whether it has reached the level of the main artifact, but it is so powerful that even he dares not try it easily.

Duobao Buddha is really different!

"What if there are so many treasures? I have never been afraid of people, just a glance at your treasure Buddha!" Eight swords flashed slightly, floating behind the thunder, surrounded by the sword light, and the psychedelic world was disillusioned one by one. They were connected to each other, and the thunder moved gently under his feet. He rushed forward with eight swords on his back.

A mistake under his feet seemed to have crossed time and space and disappeared.

Obviously, there is a distance like a sky in front of us, which seems to appear at another end of the world. In an instant, he appeared in front of Duobao Buddha again.

The sword light overflowed, and countless sword lights stabbed at Duobao Buddha one after another, trapping Duobao Buddha in place and could not escape, so he could only resist this blow.

Duobao Buddha was shocked at this time. What shocked him was not the blow, but the speed of the thunder just now.

"You... You actually touched it to the extreme!"

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ps: Hemorrhoids, it's a little late.