Chapter 276 Robbery
The golden fingers go down like a mountain.
The black stinged truth collapsed at a touch, smashed into a black light spot, and was immediately washed away by the fingers and disappeared without a trace.
"Immortals should not exist in this world."
The naked monk's voice is difficult word by word.
No white lotus came out this time.
In response, it was the shadow behind him.
The shadow that should have been pasted on the ground suddenly stood up, covering his whole body in it, constantly stretching and becoming bigger, transforming into a huge demon god.
Wearing a square crown, eight arms on all sides, wearing heavy armor, murderous and awe-inspiring.
The statue of the demon god rose to dozens of meters high in an instant, standing on the ground like a hill, with eight arms raised high at the same time, facing the golden fingers that broke through the sky.
"The time wheel demon should not appear in this world."
The voice of the three masters rumbled from the nine heavens.
One finger falls.
Eight-handed support.
The statue of the demon god bowed slightly upwards, and immediately his eight arms exerted force and lifted it up. The ground under his feet was smashed, and the whole body gradually fell to the ground.
"If it's me, I'm naturally not an opponent; if it's a split, I may be able to stand with me; it's just a small projection, do you also want to pretend to be a real demon?"
The third master sneered, and his fingers were slightly increased.
With a bang, the statue of the demon god was smashed, revealing the naked monk hidden in it.
The monk's face was pale, and he sprayed blood with seven orifices. He sat on the ground, crossed his knees, and recited the magic spell.
"Hung, Nammubawad, Salva, Dulgad, Ba Suzuada, Laza, Tata Kadaya, Arhad, Sanmu Ya Sanbuya, Dada, Bum, Suzuda, Suzuda, Sava, Babang, Bipada, Xu Dade, Bishuda, Salva, Galma Avarana, Bisuda, Yesoha."
The magic spell on the surface of the body comes out, and the head and tail are connected, like a dragon around the monk, turning into a light curtain.
Before it arrived, the wind suddenly rose, and the chaotic red robe monks, Luosha evil spirits, and Guangyang disciples around them were like fallen leaves. They were involuntarily blown out of the wind and cleared a large open space.
Pu Yangyang held a green bamboo stick and gently touched the ground and drifted away with the wind.
Pointing down like a mountain, pressing the light mask straight into the earth, and it didn't stop until the first finger joint.
The earth trembled, dust and smoke rose everywhere, and countless mud and stones flew around.
In the permeated smoke and dust, a small mass of inconspicuous golden light separated from the fingers and flew into the light door not far away.
The light door trembled and smashed.
Uncle Zu, the third master of the cloud, frowned slightly and sneered, "It's really a good opportunity. You can't do anything. I'll destroy the door immediately. I'd like to see how much wind and rain can be caused without your supreme law king host."
Slowly lift your index finger.
A huge deep pit with a diameter of more than 50 meters appeared on the ground.
At the bottom of the pit, the naked monk still sat cross-legged and muttered the mantras. The light curtain was dim but still existed, and he successfully resisted the third uncle's movement.
It's just that the blood from the seven orifices has changed from bright red to thick black.
But the monk was laughing, "Can the magic power of Tianzun be speculed by you, a little fairy? Our generation should be born in response to the disaster, and go away from the disaster. Since I was born in this world, I have experienced 999 disasters. It is just one disaster and I can't complete it. Today, with your hand, I will complete the number of these thousand disasters, which is in line with the words of Tianzun. I'm going."
The black blood from his seven orifices suddenly increased, and it flowed down like a spring. In the blink of an eye, he covered his whole body into a dark color. Only the heavenly spirit still remained as it was, and he saw that there was white light gathering there. The whole forehead was like a super-large tile rewritten electric light bulb, bright Flashing, emitting infinite light.
A chanting Sanskrit suddenly sounded in the sky.
The monks in red robes around him looked awe-like, and they all lay on the ground desperately, posing in a big posture of five bodies, and chanting the scriptures in unison.
Puyang Hai frowned tightly, shook the green bamboo stick in the handshake, and looked hesitant.
On the contrary, those Guangyang disciples were rude. Seeing that these difficult monks suddenly fell on their minds and lay on the ground to recite scriptures, they immediately took action and knocked them down and bound them.
The spirit of the water demon who had been fighting hard in the air changed greatly. He screamed and turned into a ball of water. It exploded with a bang, and thousands of raindrops flew away. Unexpectedly, he cast a spell to escape.
The sword light is all over the sky, and countless needle-like sharp sword shadows appear out of thin air. Each sword pierces a drop of water, tens of thousands of water droplets, tens of millions of sword shadows, and there is no omission.
One of the water droplets let out a scream and turned into a water goblin. The body was pierced by a sword. A small dark shadow could be faintly seen in the transparent body, which was also penetrated by the sword and struggled endlessly.
But its soul was nailed to the water by this sword, and it could no longer escape from the water.
The spiritual soul of the water demon can freely shuttle through the water. This blow nails its soul, which is equivalent to cutting off all possibilities for it to escape.
An old man with white hair and beard was almost transparent stepped into the battlefield and stretched out his hand. The sword shadows all over the sky seemed to be a meteor pulled by gravity, rushing towards the nailed water goblins.
Every sword shadow passed through the soul of the water goblin disappeared immediately, and the soul of the water goblin became dim.
The water goblin screamed and struggled desperately, but could not break free. The soul became darker and darker, and finally became as transparent as water. The body gathered from the water burst with a bang, but this time there were no drops of water. The water seemed to be poured out by a basin, wet and poured on the ground.
The old man with the white beard ignored the water goblin and focused on the deep pit that kept revealing white light. His figure flashed and appeared in the pit.
Puyanghai saw the old man with a white beard and saluted him, "The elder is coming."
The elder of the Guangyang School nodded casually and did not respond. He stared at the naked monk shining at the bottom of the pit and said in surprise, "What is the way to reincarnate?"
One old man after another, who couldn't see how old he was, appeared beside the elder and looked into the pit with an inexplicative expression.
Luo Chuyi finally appeared, looked into the pit, and also called "The Indeterminate Method of Reincarnation". He immediately looked back at the dull goose-like elders, turned his head and looked around, and said angrily, "Where are the Yongdao friends?"
Only then did the elders come to their senses and realized their original purpose. They used their magic power to look around one after another, but they got nothing.
They received Pan Hanyi's communication and used the network to transmit it, in order to support Yong Bowen and prevent him from happening.
The elder came first and saw the water goblin. Seeing that it was also a high-grade demon, he didn't say anything and cleaned it up first.
Although the water goblin is good at it, it is still much worse than the elder for the rest of his life. In addition, when he used the escape method to escape, it was the most vulnerable time. He was thoughtless by the elder and didn't even have a chance to fight back, so he directly got the bento.
The elders used their magic power. They didn't see Yong Bowen, but they all sensed another strange and powerful force. They subconsciously looked up in the direction of the source. They all took a breath of cold air and exclaimed in unison: "Fairy!"