Chapter 378

With a long cry, the monk put his hands together and put them on his waist to accumulate strength. He said: "clean the ripples but not the demons, holy but not enchanting! Lotus ceremony, universal life! As soon as his voice came out, the golden light seemed to be affected and dimmed, but it soon returned to its peak. At the same time, the suction could be strengthened, as if it wanted to absorb all the light into the man's eyes. More strange things happened. The monk put it in the middle of the palm of his waist and slowly appeared an illusory red lotus, the holy white lotus. With the constant rotation in the palm of the monk's palm and careful counting, we will find that the lotus has 3721 petals, which are divided into three layers, and the most central lotus pod is shown. Middle aged people are also a little surprised. It's really amazing that there should be such Kung Fu in the world. The holy light on the lotus in the palm of the monk's hand and the golden light in the eyes of the middle-aged people touch each other. Instead of violent collision in imagination, they devour and fuse with each other. But from the energy point of view, the middle-aged man is better. His golden light seems to cover the whole fourth floor, while the holy lotus of the monk is just struggling in one corner. The monk's face is waxy yellow, and his inner Qi is in serious loss. He yells to break it for me! Hands out of the palm of the holy white lotus, white lotus rapid rotation flying to the middle-aged. The middle-aged people dare not underestimate it. Their eyes emit two brighter golden lights. The white lotus, which the monk sacrificed with all his inner energy, flies to the middle-aged people's deep light like a moth to the fire. Once gone, it will never return, even without a ripple. Zou Da did not dare to open his eyes and look at it carefully, but secretly narrowed into a gap and brought all this into his eyes. The monk sighed and said in a loud voice, brother, big brother can only help you here. Even if you can't save Xiao Jiu today, you and my brother will die together. Zou Da's heart is full of mixed feelings. Death is not terrible, but even Xiaojiu doesn't know where she is. She has her own child in her stomach. As a father, it's sad that she can't even see the child. Just when the two men gave up their resistance, the fine steel window pillars with thick and thin arms on the fourth floor suddenly burst open, and a green wind blew past the middle-aged people. No one could see what was the matter with the green wind. The middle-aged man's body was stunned, and his golden eyes faded slowly. The golden light disappeared like a ebb tide. The middle-aged man looked back and saw a figure behind him.