Chapter 5113

The 30 million years of Enlightenment under the mulberry tree have strengthened Huiqing's Buddhist heart. His pure and firm heart makes all who see him sigh that he is like Buddha.

He had never had a stage of doubt, and even a passage could not confuse him.

But now, in the face of such a big situation of life and death, in the face of a young Yan Xian with firm eyes and the same purity, and in the face of his questions.

For the first time, Huiqing was unable to stick to her heart.

"Are the masters wrong and shouldn't have made such a decision?"

"But my other masters have already died for us to get out of the wilderness. If we return, how can we afford them?"

After asking questions, Huiqing couldn't keep calm anymore. He was stunned on the spot and didn't know what to plan for.

Seeing that Huiqing was no longer impulsive, jianwushuang released him and turned to see that he had fallen into a bloody battle.

He frowned.

At this time, a small hand quietly pulled the corner of his clothes and said in a slightly trembling voice, "good, good man, you said that saving one is saving, saving a group is also saving. Will you save my masters?"

Jian Wushuang turned around, looked at the little monk with some timidity in his eyes, and solemnly nodded, "since I said, I will do it, but I may not be able to save them all."

"Well, that's a good man." Xiaosha Huiqing closed his hands and looked at the masters who fell into a bloody battle in the empty air. Finally, he couldn't bear it.

After the decision, Jian Wushuang subconsciously raised his palm and touched Hui Qingguang's head.

He reacted instantly, blushed, apologized quickly, then turned around and rushed to the void without any hesitation.

Huiqing pursed her mouth, and then subconsciously set her bare little head.

"What, I must save all my masters!"

Boundary barrier.

The void has been smashed and torn by the supreme derivative force, and the escaping derivative force forms the most violent supreme vortex. Thunder and lightning thick into the dragon are raging in the vortex, and then shot down.

The boundaries of the large division have been completely chaotic.

All kinds of colorful God's blood, which was too pure to fall, hovered in the void, making the battlefield more and more tragic.

The body shape of armour with a height of tens of millions of feet has completely fallen into the madness of rage.

At the moment, the situation of the six monks is even more miserable. They barely deal with each other by virtue of their body shape.

The gap between them is too unimaginable, just like a natural moat.

Even if the treasures come out together, it won't do much damage to the armor body.

Once we ascend to Dayan immortal, every big turn can not be made up by any means.

At present, there are only one of the six monks, and how to fight nine turns?

This is also the place that sword matchless can't understand.

Waving the broken sword that can cause heavy damage to Dayan immortal with each sword, the armor body is roaring.

"All the eagles and dogs under the seat of real Wuyang should be buried with our Lord!"

Above the blood space, the calm and old master almost withstood most of the attack of the armor body with his own strength. The treasure behind him has long been dimmed to the extreme, and it seems that it may disappear at any time.

The most brilliant Dharma Jue guarded in front of the body and attracted most of the offensive of the armor body.

One sword cut down horizontally, and the remnant sword directly blew hundreds of Dharma formulas out together with the master's father.

Moreover, the remnant sword fell unabated after castration. Once hit, even if he is a six turn Dayan immortal, he must fall immediately!

"Senior brother!!"

The other five monks shouted, but they had no time to help, so they could only watch the sword fall.

The next moment, a body shape quietly appeared under the remnant sword, and then raised the sword to deal with it.

"Zheng!"

The loud sound of gold and iron attack resounded through the ancient void, and the magnificent pure sword meaning also gushed out, making the extremely dark void bright.

All the monks looked at the scene with round eyes and couldn't believe it.

The little Yanxian, who had fallen in the wilderness like a bloody man and almost didn't know his life and death, now fought a sword with his own strength!

You know, that sword is the sword of jiuzhuan Dayan immortal!

But this scene actually happened.

Time seemed to be at a standstill. Under that sword, the sword's unparalleled eyebrows and eyes trembled slightly.

His right hand holding the invisible sword has been fragmented, and God's blood is scattered in the void.

If it wasn't for the terrible defense power of immortal body, I'm afraid this sword could break unparalleled sword into powder.

But he still did it. He fought against the full strength of jiuzhuan Dayan Xian.

Zhan Jia was also shocked, as if he saw something impossible.

"You're not dead?"

As soon as the sword matchless eyebrow Feng pressed, he quickly threw a imperial pill into his mouth, "it's not so easy to think about my death!"

"Then I'll let you die again!" Armor was furious and wanted to throw his left hand at him.

But at this time, the six monks shot at the same time, and a total of six pure and extreme Buddha light chains wrapped around the left hand of Zhan Jia's body layer by layer, making it difficult for him to lift it for a moment.

"Good man, go!"

The great master shouted loudly and looked solemn.

The sword is unparalleled. Naturally, it doesn't stay much. The body shape disappears under the broken sword in an instant.

However, when he appeared again, he was in front of all the monks.

"Get out of here and leave it to me." He said in a calm voice, showing an unquestionable dignity.

In the face of this young man who is just Yanxian, all the monks did not underestimate it at all.

They looked at each other and then looked at the great master together.

The master's father was determined. Although he hesitated in his eyes, he soon disappeared. "You can't retreat, you can't retreat, you can only move forward."

"Can't you see the situation yet? Do you want to be here? " The sword shouted in a deep voice.

The master father looked at him, "even so, we can't retreat. We will never retreat into the wilderness. Even if we die, we will die in the big division!"

"Boom!"

In the gap between their words, the armor body cut off with a sword and directly dispersed all the monks.

The sword was unparalleled and could not help but scold a fool.

At this time, the master spoke again, "younger martial brothers, I'll open the way for you and go to the big division!"

With his voice falling, a treasure phase gathered by pure Buddha's light derivation appeared, reflecting thousands of emptiness.

The injuries on the immortal body of the master's father then recovered, and his Qi and fortune recovered to the peak in an instant.

Layers of hazy Buddha light ciphertext flowed slowly around him, just like the moon setting and the sun rising. You can't look directly at him.

He put his hands together and his true eyes released the supreme power.

The immortal body and the precious phase seem to be completely integrated at this moment.