Chapter 388 Manpower Heaven Rank?

Xu Jing solemnly placed the rosary in the heart of his right hand, and attached it with the palm of his left hand, saying, "Thank you, Lord Ji."

With this string of Buddha rosary beads, he only needs to practice hard in the future, and his strength and cultivation will increase significantly. By then, it is not impossible to restore the glory of Tianxuan Temple.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard indifferently and looked down the mountain.

Xu Jing had the Buddha's rosary, and suddenly felt that the momentum of the whole person had changed a lot.

"Reform the formation."

"Yes!"

He hung the Buddha rosary around his neck.

When the vitality was surging, the rosary suddenly sensed the instillation of vitality and lighted up slightly.

A layer of golden light refracted out.

"The Mirror Stand."

The disciples behind him followed Xu Jing and recited the scriptures at the same time.

Much louder than before.

A huge circle of light appeared under Xu Jing's feet... A new booster seal was formed, and the gorgeous patterns and dazzling golden light fell from above.

Spread on the ground.

The people of Motian Pavilion were boosted again, and their hearts were greatly lifted.

They all looked up at the group of monks.

Zhu Hong's expression was excited: "Old monk, please drink a little wine another day!"

"Amitabha."

This drinking, said Xu Jing frowned, monks, how can they be infected with these.

at the same time.

Pan Litian used the wine gourd to shoot Kong Yuan into the distance, trying to attack the back of his head.

But Kong Yuan is different from other puppets. Whether it is strength cultivation or reaction, it is much stronger than other puppets. And the magic body of Zen that appears from time to time makes people have to be afraid of three points.

Sora widened his eyes, looking at the emptiness of the sky.

When he saw the rosary on Xu Jing's neck...

Immediately, he became annoyed, lost his mind, and continued to shoot dense black palm prints towards Pan Litian's palms!

After all, Pan Litian's cultivation base has not recovered, and relying on the wine gourd, he can barely contain Kong Yuan, unable to achieve a real face-to-face toughness.

In this case, you can only dodge.

Bang bang bang!

The black palm prints were flying all over the sky, and Pan Litian kept dodging.

"Old Pan, do you have any questions?"

Leng Luo, who used the technique of concealment, shuttled between the puppets.

Just when more than a dozen puppets came under siege, hum——

The ten-zhang-high dharma body bounces all the puppets around!

Pan Litian replied, "I can hold it!"

The scope of the Mirror Stage expanded, and Pan Litian was shocked.

Dantian Qi Sea also became much more comfortable.

For a time, there were corpses lying on the ground.

Lu Li was on top of the birch, searching around... looking into the woods in the distance.

Kong Yuan was flying out of the woods just now, and Bama should be hiding in the formation behind him, constantly manipulating numerous puppets.

With the support of the Mirror Stage.

Motian Pavilion has the advantage, and the pace of the puppets is obviously a lot slower.

Xiao Yuan'er's rhythm is getting faster and faster.

She took her 10-foot-high Dharma body and ran rampant everywhere, kicking a puppet with one foot—

"A little bit..."

"Little Junior Sister, what are you making a face with them, they can't understand it."

Ming Shiyin flashed past Xiaoyuaner.

Xiao Yuan'er said, "I'm happy."

Above, the constantly recited scriptures resounded throughout the foothills.

Behind the trees, in the magic circle, Bama snorted softly, "Bald donkey!"

With a wave of his right hand, another purple light circle flew towards Zhang Yuanshan in front.

Zhang Yuanshan's eyes widened.

Bama said solemnly: "Go, kill them all."

Zhang Yuanshan also left the range of Bama and rushed towards everyone in Motian Pavilion.

Today's Zhang Yuanshan is not the former Zhang Yuanshan...

Terrifying tentacles emerged from his arms and rushed towards the nearest little Yuan'er.

"Want to arrest me...there is no door."

"Seven Stars Harvest Cloud Steps."

Little Yuan'er flies after stepping into the air.

It was at this time... Zhang Yuanshan's arms became longer: "You can't run away!"

The voice was extremely cold.

"Brahma Ling!"

Brahma's dragon and phoenix danced, wrapped in Astral Qi, blocking the front like a wall.

At the same time, Duanmusheng's thousand overlapping waves rescued him.

Bang bang bang!

Thousands of spear shadows all hit Zhang Yuanshan's chest.

The heaven-level weapon pokes in the same place, and a groove is abruptly poke out.

Zhang Yuanshan also retreated again and again.

"Thank you Third Senior Brother." Xiao Yuan'er threw out the Brahma Ribbon and knocked the puppets around.

When the puppets flew upside down, several powerful arrows flew from above the Motian Pavilion, hitting the back of their heads.

click, click...

The puppet fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Xiaoyuaner extended her thumb towards the top of Motian Pavilion: "Sister Yuexing is amazing."

Hua Yuexing was praised like this, couldn't help but smiled, and the whole person became much more confident.

...

After all, Zhang Yuanshan is a strengthened Zhang Yuanshan, and he is a strong man who beats the eight leaves. It is amazing that he can be repelled by Duanmusheng.

Sure enough, Zhang Yuanshan jumped, changed direction, and flew towards the empty silence in the sky.

Xu Jing frowned.

"Finalize the seal!"

"Golden Bodhisattva!"

When Zhang Yuanshan came to the front again... and sat in an astonishing move——

The palms slap the sea of ​​anger.

"Not good! Back!"

Xu Jing, together with the golden body and the seal, pushed the square array to retreat towards the Motian Pavilion.

Der Spiegel had to withdraw!

"Blow yourself up?"

This scene is very similar to Leng Luo's helplessness when facing the Ten Witches.

Leng Luo snorted coldly, a little toes, and afterimages appeared.

"Your opponent is me!"

Zhang Yuanshan slapped the sea of ​​anger again.

Leng Luo's dharma body was also opened at this time, blocking the front of the monks.

boom!

With Zhang Yuanshan as the center, it was as if a purple sphere had exploded, and the sky was filled with purple mist.

Like falling all around.

hum!

hum!

All the disciples of the Motian Pavilion at the foot of the mountain opened their Dharma bodies and blocked the purple mist from their bodies.

Bama's gaze swept across the people of Motian Pavilion and the gleaming heavenly weapons in their hands——

Duanmusheng with the overlord gun!

Zhaoyue holding the Biluo Blade!

Little Yuan'er in Brahma Ribbon!

Zhu Honggong wearing gloves!

Pan Litian surrounded by gourds!

The Flower Moon Walk with Long Shots from the Falling Moon!

...

What a luxurious configuration and lineup.

Such an enemy should be strangled in the cradle.

Bama forcibly suppressed his inner excitement...because, these future powerful enemies will all die in his hands.

Watching the purple mist falling all over the sky, Bama stretched out his arms, raised his head to the sky, trembling and said, "For Loulan..."

"Junior sister, your sacrifice and mine are worth it."

A purple fog obscured his vision.

Leng Luo's eight-leaf dharma body blocked this wave of self-destruction, immediately put it away, and flew backwards.

The quiet monk phalanx flew backwards... Mingjingtai was once again defeated by the powerful thrust of this wave of self-destruction!

Pan Litian and Kongyuan monks not only did not lower, but continued to climb higher.

The purple mist invaded the past, Kong Yuan was unaffected, and suddenly exerted force... And Pan Litian realized that it was not good, and quickly turned around!

boom!

Boom!

"Old Pan!"

"Elder Pan!"

Kong Yuan snorted, dived down, and the ink-colored magic Zen Dharma body appeared again.

They have never seen the scene of Yu Shangrong slaying the devil with a sword. If they have, they will be surprised by Yu Shangrong's terrifying strength. But... Demon Zen, who was smashed by a sword, appeared again?

dead? Is there really no way to die?

The dark figure of the magic Zen Dharma body pressed towards Pan Litian.

"Powerful!"

The gourd in Pan Litian's hand blooms with a circular barrier!

boom!

Magic Zen smashed into the barrier.

Pan Litian fell to the ground.

The blood was surging, and the old face was flushed.

Bang!

Pan Li fell to the ground.

The other Motian Pavilion people quickly approached.

Surrounding Pan Litian in Gai's heart.

"What is this fog?" Ming Shiyin asked.

"Blood Gu!" Leng Luo said.

"Blood Gu?"

"Using a powerful practitioner's blood essence, combined with the spellcaster's blood essence... If we use witchcraft, if we are caught in blood, we will all lose our ability to move." Leng Luo said.

"So disgusting?" Ming Shiyin said with a look of disgust, "He's holding on to his anger"

Without the increase of the mirror stage, the consumption of vitality seems to have increased a lot.

After Pan Litian was repelled.

The sky far in the air instead looked at the quiet monk phalanx.

No bloody expression, hideous and terrifying——

Kong Yuan took the ink-colored dharma body and attacked Xu Jing and others.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly, this kind of target is already dead, and it is not very cost-effective to use the fatal blow card.

"Back off." Lu Zhou finally spoke.

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