I'm not really a gold saint

Chapter 658 The Buddha is reincarnated!

Cancer Palace.

Ding Li was speechless when he saw Desmask singing loudly with a microphone.

This guy really sang like hell.

Damn!

What is this kid up to?

Do you need to shoot like this to flatter?
Or, did this kid lose?

Well, there is a high probability of being beaten.

He stepped forward and kicked the hip-twisting, wailing Deathmask.

Sing and sing, why are you twisting?

Ding Li went straight up and kicked the crab.

"Ouch!"

"Who the hell sneaked up on me?"

Desmask rolled seven or eight times on the ground before he stood still and looked around angrily.

Only then did he realize that Ding Li was standing behind him.

"Ding Li, oh, the great Ding Li, you finally came out of the ice, I, Deathmask, really miss you!"

As he said that, he walked directly in front of Ding Li in a kneeling posture, holding Ding Li's legs and telling the pain of lovesickness.

Ding Li: -_-||
This guy's flattering skills are quite touching.

Dan Ding Li didn't like this, he just asked, "Did you lose?"

"Worst Cancer Gold Saint in history?"

Desmask was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears: "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

That's called a wailing, tears flowing like a river, distraught.

Ding Li didn't say anything, turned around and left Cancer Palace.

Dismask is a wild child who has no one to teach him. Although he has a good talent since he was a child, he has no one to teach him, and he depends on his comprehension.

Compared with the previous generation who has a special inheritance and is very talented, Xiao Ma is naturally inferior. Even if he has learned the moves inherited from the previous generation of Cancer, there is still a considerable distance.

To put it more simply, a child with a mother is like a treasure, while a child without a mother is like a grass.

Dismask is a grass.

"Ding Li, isn't he the Ding Li of the candidate?"

Looking at the back of the other party, Manigot couldn't help frowning slightly.

Out of professionalism, he wanted to step forward to stop the opponent.

As a result, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Manigot turned around and couldn't help being startled.

He was frightened by Deathmask.

Desmask, who was still in tears just now, has a very serious face at this moment, as if he was a different person.

"He is Ding Li, the God of Sanctuary. If you don't want to be kicked out, don't stop him."

Dismask said solemnly.

"What did he say is the worst gold saint in history?"

Manigot asked.

Dismask blushed, and said seriously: "In the future, the inheritance of Cancer Saints will be cut off... so I will only accumulate corpse energy, you know?"

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In the Lion Palace, a fierce battle is in full swing.

"Plasma Light Speed ​​Punch!"

"Plasma Light Speed ​​Punch!"

Aiolia and Regulus were constantly confronting each other, fists were flying everywhere, and earth and rocks were flying.

"Lightning speed punch!"

"Lightning speed punch!"

Another two thick lightning fist lights collided together, offsetting each other in the void.

Immediately afterwards, a strange brilliance erupted in the blink of an eye.

"You are so strong!"

Regulus took a few steps back and couldn't help but exclaim.

"You too!"

Aiolia followed suit.

The young man in front of him, probably only about fourteen or fifteen years old, could fight him to a tie.

This in itself is extremely incredible.

The opponent's ability to adapt to the battle far exceeded his expectations.

Now the opponent is gradually mastering the rhythm of the battle.

Unexpectedly, such a little lion could be so fierce.

The opponent seems to have the ability to grow infinitely in battle.

"That's the only way to do it, the lion's scythe!"

Aiolia turned her head suddenly, and cut out a flying golden sickle in the shape of a crescent moon.

"It's the father's trick, the lion's scythe!"

Regulus exhausted his strength, and also cast the lion's scythe.

The two collided with each other in the void, sending out golden lightning and thunder.

Gradually, Regulus' sickle was cut off by the opponent's sickle.

There is no way, Regulus has only become a golden saint not long ago, and he is very young, after all, his foundation is too shallow.

Seeing that the scythe was flying towards Regulus, Aiolia couldn't help exclaiming.

The lion's scythe has extremely strong cutting power. If it hits the opponent, it will cause serious injury even if it is not dead.

At this moment, a figure intercepted the golden sickle with one hand, and then crushed the sickle completely.

"Ding Li!"

Aiolia and Regulus couldn't help exclaiming when they saw the person coming.

Without further ado, Ding Li came to the little lion Regulus, raised his hand in a lightning-fast manner, and it was a brain jump.

"It hurts!"

At the same time as Regulus was in severe pain, the butterfly on the eyebrow star shattered instantly.

"Ding Li, what are you doing?"

Although Regulus regained his sanity, he still looked angrily.

A red and swollen bump appeared on the head.

"Ding Li, this is not where you came from!"

"Get out of the Zodiac immediately!"

Regulus drank it.

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, a big hand grabbed his head and pressed his head into the ground, causing the hard ground to crumble.

"Acknowledge your mistake to the God of Sanctuary!"

It was Aiolia who made the shot.

"God of the Sanctuary? Ding Li?"

Regulus, whose head was full of stones, asked in surprise.

"It's better to admit your mistake later, I'm in a hurry now."

Ding Li turned around and left.

Seeing Ding Li's back gradually going away, Regulus couldn't help asking in surprise: "Is he the god of the sanctuary?"

Aiolia opened her hand: "Yes, sit down first, I'll tell you about Ding Li's legendary story 200 years later!"

"Also, you must not mess with him in the future."

Regulus immediately sat down firmly and listened curiously, just like a young lion listening to the teachings of an old lion.

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In the virgin palace.

Two generations of Virgo Gold Saints are facing each other.

The two of them glowed with golden light, as if they were chanting scriptures quickly, but the Light Speed ​​Fist blasted out from time to time in the void, colliding in the void, but neither of them moved.

Ashmita felt great pressure, and within a short while of the two fighting, he felt the majestic and huge small universe of the other party.

"Shaka, you should be regarded as the strongest Virgo in history, no Virgo will give me the same sense of oppression as Buddha."

Ashmita looked at Shajia, who was sitting motionless in front of his eyes, with cold sweat dripping from his brow.

"Ashmita, as a Virgo golden saint, it is impossible for you to be interfered with by the butterfly. Why are you stopping me now?"

Shaka asked: "You should know that Athena is in danger now."

Ashmita said lightly: "I know, so I have to personally confirm whether the Pope's choice is correct, or Athena's choice is correct."

"You're going the wrong way."

Sha Jia shook his head slightly: "It seems that we can only use force to get rid of you!"

"The greatest mystery of virgins - Tianwu Baolun!"

Ashmita on the other side also waved his hand and used the Heavenly Dance Treasure Wheel, saying: "Unfortunately, with the same move, we will only fight a thousand-day battle, unless you are the reincarnation of the Buddha!"

Shaka said: "Coincidentally, it is the reincarnation of the Buddha!"

　The timing is wrong. It's one o'clock in the afternoon.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)