Volume 9 Chapter 34

choose to step into the world of mortals and walk out of Prajna temple. The face of zhenpilu is peaceful and peaceful. (7 * 24-hour continuous update of pure TXT hand-made Novels)

in the face of the interesting sound of cangyue, he just said: "please put down the butcher's knife and let the world go."

With the spread of the sound, if there is a big clock in the yellow sand around him, every syllable will turn into the ringing of the big clock, and it will strike on the red flying sword that hears the pale moon with powerful force.

Countless yellow sand and sword body friction, wipe out countless points of rose red Mars.

"Let go of the world?"

Hearing that cangyue's mouth was slightly cocked, he knew that the practitioners of Prajna temple could say this sentence, which meant that Prajna temple also gave him a very high evaluation. He was a little proud, but his eyes became more determined, but he slightly ironically asked, "what's the meaning of being born in this world if you don't want to be the enemy of this world?"

Between his words, all the yellow sand and the invisible bells in the air were shaken away, and the space was still, and everything was suspended in the air.

In the eyes of ordinary practitioners, the saints who are called "saints" are already unimaginable and incomprehensible. The confrontation between them is even difficult for ordinary practitioners to understand.

However, at this moment, everything seems to be still, which makes everyone in the Tang Zang team in the rear see that zhenpilu and cangyue are temporarily in a stalemate.

However, the body of the moon is still moving forward.

He walked into zhenpilu step by step, and the more powerful his momentum was.

Just out of three steps, static space will be broken.

All the yellow sand and invisible energy are all rolled back and blown on the body of zhenpilu.

Just in an instant, the whole body of zhenpilu was covered with yellow sand and turned into a sand man. Even the giant Buddhist staff in his hand was covered with thick yellow sand, and each yellow sand seemed to penetrate into it. Send

Wen Ren cangyue to move on.

The blue clothes on his body have also been straightened by the invisible Yuan air pressure, which is as hard as iron. The corners and folds of his clothes even look like sharp blades.

In the distance of the rear, all the people in Tang Zang's team changed their faces completely.

Among the runes on the red flying sword that hears the moon, there have been a flash of terror visible to the naked eye. The whole flying sword is not like a weapon in the world at all. At this moment, it is not relying on quick and quick, but on the power of terror, penetrating all the potential, stabbing at the heart of zhenpilu.

There are also many practitioners in this Tang Zang team, and some people have seen the flying sword of the master. However, no one has ever seen or thought that there can be such a master in this world who can concentrate such power into the flying sword and make the power of the flying sword so powerful. Most of them have only heard about the power of cangyue. In the hearts of Tibetan people in the Tang Dynasty, the strongest people in the world are naturally from the Prajna temple. However, when they see cangyue today, they know that all these inherent ideas in their minds are wrong.

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Seeing that the body of zhenpilu and the Buddhist staff in his hand are all crushed by countless Huangsha towns, the flying sword with the terrorist force is about to stab into zhenpilu's heart.

At this time, the Golden Buddha beads on zhenpilu's chest suspended and began to rotate around his body.

"Ka!" A muffled sound of.

It's just that in a moment, the sword tip has a terrifying force. In the space of inch, I don't know how many times I have collided with one of the Golden Buddha beads.

The child's fist size Buddha bead was shocked heavily on zhenpilu's chest.

The thick yellow sand shell on zhenpilu's body broke and fell down one by one.

Every yellow sand shell that falls off has been pressed harder and tighter than ceramics, even shining with crystal and gold iron luster.

"When!"

The golden Buddhist staff in zhenpilu's hand was knocked out, and it was knocked on the flying sword of the moon. Send

to hear the eyebrows of the moon tremble slightly, but the body is still as iron casting, and the steps forward are still without any pause.

His body seemed to suddenly become heavy hundreds of times. When he stepped on the ground, his body straddled a dozen meters again, the sand between him and zhenpilu gave a violent beat, and the strength of his flying sword strengthened again.

"Hiss!"

A blood light came out of zhenpilu.

At this moment, in the eyes of all the people in the Tang Tibetan team in the distance, the flying sword of the moon was cut near the edge of the huge Buddha beads flying around zhenpilu, bringing a wound on the left shoulder of zhenpilu. However, in fact, the battle between the two sides at this moment has exceeded the limit of their reactions. Only in a moment, the Buddha beads and the sword bodies have collided with each other I don't know how many times, but the final result is that the flying sword was not shaken and forced into it.

Blood flew out, but the face of zhenpilu was still sad and joyless. He also began to step forward, toward the smell of the moon.

All the yellow sand approaching him was swept out by the concussion of his body, and a huge yellow sand lotus was formed outside his body.

Hearing the frown of Cang Yue's sword slightly wrinkled, his steps stopped. From the beginning, he walked out of the sand dune to now, just like the general of Wen Ren with thousands of troops under his belt, his figure stopped for the first time.

However, there was no pause in his flying sword.

In the confrontation between him and zhenpilu, the passing time seems to be lengthened, and the time of each rest seems to be longer than usual.

This is a scene unimaginable to those who have not seen it.

The red flying sword has turned into thousands of streamers that pierce the body of zhenpilu. The blade, body, even hilt, hard and clumsy Buddha beads and Buddhist monks' sticks are constantly bumping. Countless golden Mars are constantly surrounding the body of zhenpilu, just like the lotus core in the giant sand lotus.

In a flash, there were countless more openings in the bronze Zen clothes of zhenpilu. The blood was constantly seeping from these wounds, making him become a blood man.

However, the expression on zhenpilu's face is still calm and peaceful, and there is still no sadness or joy. It looks like a stone Buddha incarnating itself, and continues to approach towards the moon.

Hearing that cangyue's eyebrows were deeply wrinkled, he moved, didn't advance, but began to retreat.

I don't know why, it's just that he started to retreat at this time. All the people in Tang Zang's team were suddenly boiling with blood. They all felt that they had to shout loudly.

I heard that cangyue started to retreat, but zhenpilu still went ahead.

Hearing this, cangyue's eyes narrowed slightly. Until now, he found that the monk of Prajna temple had kept some strength before. The other side's advance at the moment was even faster than his retreat.

Just in a second, zhenpilu was in front of him.

He was also wrapped in a huge yellow Sarian.

"Chide!"

The golden Buddhist staff in zhenpilu's hand hit his head.

In this moment, the golden Buddhist staff in zhenpilu's hand gave out the light of Buddha.

The light of Golden Buddha is full of heaven and earth.

In the distance behind, all the elders in the Tang Tibetan team were trembling all over in an instant, and could not help but kneel down to the ground. Because decades ago, when the virgin of Prajna Temple prayed for rain, such a light appeared in Liusha city. This light brought to all the Tang Tibetans is light, hope, and sacrifice.

Smell people cangyue's eyes narrowed more tightly, even his red lips are tightly pursed into a red line.

His body was now under pressure, unable to dodge the stick.

But his body is still as solid as iron. When he drinks in a low voice, his hands are clenched. He just uses his hands to make a gesture, just like worshiping Buddha, to forcefully clip this stick into his hands.

The pure Buddha light is like a flame. The skin of his palm makes a sound of Zizi instantly. The flesh and blood in his palm are burnt black and fall off, and the flesh and blood are blurred.

"Dong!"

He and the heaven and earth outside of zhenpilu seem to have struck with a huge invisible hammer. A circle of sand waves surged up to the sky, which was like a yellow tornado with two people as the center.

I heard that the pale moon was pale, because the sand under his feet was all shaken. Now he and zhenpilu were suspended in the air, "hiss!" His arms and back were in severe pain, and his clothes on his back were all cracked by his muscles.

"The people of Prajna temple are so strong that I can't imagine, but you are still not my opponent."

Hearing that cangyue's blood and flesh blurred hands were still holding the Buddhist wand that radiated the light of Buddha, his face was still very firm and indifferent, and the cold voice was clearly spitting out from his mouth.

"You can kill me, and I can hurt you to the point where you can't walk out of biluoling."

Zhenpilu looks at and hears the man cangyue, and says this sentence directly and simply.

I heard the moon ponder.

In this kind of war situation, in this kind of stalemate, he was able to really meditate for a while, and then he made a decision.

He let go, his flying sword no longer entangled with the Buddha beads of zhenpilu, flew into his hands.

A bunch of yellow sand exploded from under him. His whole body fell back into the yellow sand. Then his whole body turned around in the air, spraying all the strength out of his feet, and his body was like a meteorite, popping up and leaving again and again.

Zhenpilu did not pursue.

The battle between him and Prajna temple, a Buddhist monk, ended with his real retreat.

He suffered a lot less injury than zhenpilu, but he could not kill zhenpilu. He failed to kill Gu Xinyin And the injury he suffered at the moment is much smaller than that of zhenpilu, but it is enough to have a certain impact on his strength, which may have a lot of unknown impact on some of the next things.

So this war, although still very interesting and interesting for him, was defeated.

He calculated that there were countless possibilities. Even if there was no gu Xinyin in the team, it could not be regarded as his failure. He would still have many means to follow. However, he did not expect that there would be such a powerful monk of Prajna temple, who suffered from irreparable damage for a while.

Even though his figure when he left at the moment was as strong as a mountain, even though he was not discouraged at all, the battle between him and the world was initially covered with some bad shadows, so although he was still strong at this time, he still felt that the war was interesting and interesting, but his heart was also slightly cold at the same time.