Chapter 606

Even if he is dead, his momentum and left fighting instinct are enough to suppress Lu Xiaotian, a new monk in the middle of the golden pill, who is struggling, which shows his horror. The cassock on the monk's body is not easy to see. There is a faint flow of spiritual light. Even thousands of years after being burned by the Vatican fire, it is still not destroyed. However, there are several rags and neat gaps cut by the sword Qi. It seems that it should be left over from the war with the misty venerable. I don't know how strong the ethereal venerable was at that time. Lu Xiaotian was fascinated by the tunnel.

Except for the withered script, the face of the walking monk Budu looks no different from ordinary people, but absolutely no one will regard such a domineering and arrogant person as an ordinary guy. The only thing that makes people wonder is the empty eyes of the walking monk Budu. It seems that, as Luo Zhongting said, the original God of the walking monk Budu has disappeared, The rest is just a walking corpse.

Just being swept by those empty eyes, Lu Xiaotian still had a feeling of panic.

With one hand on the edge of the stone pool, the monk of the floating Tu line flew up to half the sky and roared up to the sky. An extreme resentment was like a sea of waves. From this resentment, Lu Xiaotian could feel the resentment of the Buddhist monk Budu towards the Reverend ladybug.

It seems that he feels Lu Xiaotian's covet. The empty look in the eyes of the monk Fu Tu is condescending, sweeps onto Lu Xiaotian, reaches out and wants to shoot Lu Xiaotian.

Lu Xiaotian's heart beat to his throat. In the face of such a powerful enemy, he didn't even have the power to resist.

"It seems that the monk is going to do something. Is there any way?" Lu Xiaotian first tasted the feeling of helplessness and asked the atrium. It is stronger than the monk, and Lu Xiaotian will never give up his hope of life.

"There's no way, it's a big deal to die together." Luo Zhongting smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that even if there was no yuan God and a trace of fighting instinct left by the walking monk of futu, he could still feel their peeping intention,

Asshole! Lu Xiaotian scolded secretly, but he didn't regret it. Lu Xiaotian straightened up his waist and stood high in front of the Budu monk who was about to take a slap. "Come on, let me see Chao Yuan again before I die. It's worth my life to die in the hands of a monk who is close to the God!"

"Why did you provoke him at this time? You really don't know how to live or die!" Luo Zhongting was a little angry.

"The Buddhists have already started, what's the difference between provoking and not provoking?" Lu Xiaotian laughed. When the matter came, he was more calm than before.

Luo Zhongting's tone was sluggish and decadent. "Just, it seems that I might as well be calm as you when things are coming. It would be a pity if you could live longer and have an unlimited future."

Luo Zhongting's tone was a little respectful to Lu Xiaotian for the first time, even if Lu Xiaotian's mind was meticulous and not surprised. All this can only show that Lu Xiaotian is very deep in the city. Such an opponent will make people feel afraid. But the deeper the city, the stronger the control over things. Once facing the situation out of control, they will either be more flustered than ordinary people, or more hysterical. There are many such people in Luo's atrium, but Lu Xiaotian showed a free and easy way when facing the flesh body that Budu xingmonk can't be hostile. Let Luo Zhongting see that under the scheming and calculation, Lu Xiaotian is actually a little more sunny and free and easy than the ordinary friars full of killing and fierce. Too many people lose themselves in killing and calculation, but they often forget their original heart.

Lu Xiaotian didn't think so much at this time. In front of absolute strength, no matter how far he thought, it was just a floating cloud. At least facing the palm photographed by the monk, Lu Xiaotian felt that all his vitality had been cut off by the huge palm shadow. Even the puppet doll can only lag a little. After a moment, he will still die if he owes his ability to escape.

Boom! What caused the loud noise was not the palm image taken by the monk, but the vibration of the whole closed small space. It is a little elegant, but there is a peerless sharp breath in it. It seems to come through time and space.

The patted palm of the walking monk of futu suddenly stopped, looked up and roared. Instead of the cold and ruthless face of Lu Xiaotian and Luo atrium, it was a surge of anger.

Lu Xiaotian still couldn't understand what was going on. The Buddhist monk of futu had already punched Tianyu, and suddenly the sky collapsed. The whole space supported by huge prohibitions and spirit objects collapsed.

In the endless chaos, a transparent lightsaber with a length of several feet came from the West. The lightsaber was wrapped in a transparent circular light mask, like a spirit sword in the womb.

The giant sword gives people a kind of arrogance that is floating and uncertain, but it does not lose the invincible sharpness and domineering.

"Misty sword fetus!" the Luo atrium in the forbidden soul bead had an indelible sense of fear in his voice at this time.

"What is the misty sword fetus?" Lu Xiaotian wondered.

"It's the invincible sword meaning left behind after the fall of the misty venerable. Maybe it's because the misty venerable felt that his time was coming, so he formed his sword meaning into a Dao Yuan sword embryo and sealed it, so that people with evil intentions could use everything in the misty hall to make trouble again and endanger the immortal world! Maybe it's other reasons." Luo Zhongting's voice intervened and replied.

Lu Xiaotian felt that the sword tire was somewhat similar to the countless sword Qi he had encountered in the prohibition, but it was obviously too strong, but he was not very sure about the details.

The lightsaber in the light shield trembled and made a sound of light chanting, and passed hundreds of feet away. The sword pointed directly at the center of the monk's eyebrows.

With a roar, the floating Tu monk flashed his body and rushed towards the huge sword body. For a moment, the Qi in the air vibrated unceasingly. Even the escaping sword Qi or the scattered power of the floating Tu monk were fatal to Lu Xiaotian. In the enclosed space here, under the battle between the misty sword tire and the floating Tu walking monk, everywhere collapsed, a large amount of magma rose into the sky and scattered turbulence everywhere. The surrounding environment is extremely bad. However, with the war between the sword and the monk, several openings have been broken in the space here, enough for him to go out. Lu Xiaotian took a breath, forcibly pressed down the discomfort caused by the threat of the war between the ethereal sword tire and the floating Tu monk, and flew head-on to an open big hole in his head.

Boom! A hundred foot high mountain peak was directly flattened by this seemingly light fist. The body shape of the sword tire trembled, and the separated Qi force seemed to split even this unstable space. The fist is full of strength and the sword is full of Qi.