Great Dream Master

"Dare to break my major event, courting death!"

At this moment, Baoshan loudly shouted, holding a Buddhism convenient shovel, moved towards Bai Xiaotian threw it suddenly.

It is convenient for the shoveling axe blade to have a black light at one end. When it is not yet approaching, layers of semi-arc-shaped light blades are formed like water patterns, and they are moved towards Bai Xiaotian.

Bai Xiaotian wants to keep the "Road of Departure" from dissipating, and cannot change hands to deal with it. He can only take out a golden bell Magical Artifact.

"Boom..."

As an ancient temple bell rang, the golden bell Magical Artifact hung on top of his head, and a piece of golden light cast down on him. A huge golden bell illusory shadow formed outside, whizzing and spinning.

There is also an inscription on the golden bell, but the handwriting is as small as a grain of rice, but it is engraved with Buddhism Immovable King Curse.

A loud noise of "Boom". . .

The First Layer half-arc light blade that is convenient for the shovel hits the golden bell illusory shadow, and then a series of bells continue to ring, and the layers of light blades like strong wind and swift rain generally fall on the golden bell illusory shadow. on golden bell illusory shadow.

The golden bell illusory shadow rays of light trembled, and the golden bell body hanging above Bai Xiaotian's head was also vacillating.

However, despite the chaos of the bells and the shaking of the golden bell, Bai Xiaotian's heart remained still, vowing to count the remaining Nether Soul on the square.

"hong"

The body of the convenient shovel finally hit the golden bell illusory shadow, and the rumbling sound resounded through the square.

The golden bell illusory shadow ruptured at the sound, exploding countless phantom fragments.

In the chaos, the last silhouette of Nether Soul also dissipated on the way to life. Bai Xiaotian was finally free, his hands changed secret art and pinched a Motionless Bright King Seal.

Just listen to the trembling of "weng", the golden bell is a masterpiece of rays of light.

The broken golden bell illusory shadow dissipated, and an illusory shadow of the King of Ming Dynasty came to the world like a Dharma, shrouded outside Bai Xiaotian, bursts of dazzling golden light bloomed.

The convenient shovel was rushed by the golden light, and after the sound of "peng", it was violently shaken back.

Bai Xiaotian stood up from the spot, raised his hand to retract the Jingzhu, moved towards Baoshan one step to chase up, lifted his palm and slammed down suddenly.

The illusory shadow of Ming Wang outside his body also stepped out, slashing towards Baoshan with a palm.

When Baoshan saw this, he spurt a mouthful of blood in his mouth, spurt a mouthful of blood on the handy shovel that flew back upside down, pinch the secret art and point forward, the handy shovel will turn around like a Flying Sword. , Rushed to Bai Xiaotian again.

It is just a convenient way to shovel at the moment of blood staining, it turns into a blood-red color, and a layer of blood flame rises on the surface, colliding with the giant palm of Hades.

The blood flame didn't know what it was, but it broke through the palm of King Ming in an instant, moving towards Bai Xiaotian and flew away.

Bai Xiaotian immediately backed away, his hands quickly sealed, intending to intercept and facilitate the shovel.

Who expected that the convenient shovel was already very fast, but suddenly accelerated, directly cut the chest of King Ming, and went straight to Bai Xiaotian's heart.

Bai Xiaotian's shirt on his chest was stained with blood flames, and instantly turned to ashes, and his muscular chest was exposed.

Only the moment his chest was exposed, the golden light spread all over his body suddenly, and his skin instantly turned into a golden color like golden juice pouring.

"Vajra protects the body." Bai Xiaotian loudly shouted.

This Vajra body is a secret self-protection method of Changing Life Temple, which cannot be acquired by non-Core Disciple.

Only hearing the sound of "clang", the convenient shovel stained with blood flame seemed to hit the fine gold, and was bounced back again.

When Baoshan saw this, he was slightly surprised. His own blood flame blades have always broken every enemy. There has never been a person at the same level who can stop him. Take the physical cultivation technique.

When he raised his hand to pick up the shovel, his eyes couldn't help but shrink.

I saw Bai Xiaotian holding the Vajra Body. The movement method was almost at its extreme. After an accelerated forward dash, he flew directly over, and stepped on his convenient shovel like a royal sword, and flew together. Come here.

When Baoshan just wanted to manipulate the shovel to turn, Bai Xiaotian already stepped heavily on the shovel, his stature was light and agile, and he swept straight into the air, and then moved towards him like a Mount Tai crushing the top. Come down.

Feeling the huge oppression, Baoshan couldn't help but panicked and didn't dare to take the blow. Instead, he pinched a retreat with his hand, and drew himself into the ground to escape.

Bai Xiaotian eyes shrank, turning his fist into a palm, moved towards the ground and patted it with a palm.

"hong long" A loud noise!

As a real air wave rippled down, the entire desert was shaken, and the ground suddenly sank into a palm print as large as a hundred zhang.

The sand dunes on the edge of the palm print suddenly bulged up, and a awkward silhouette was shaken out. Naturally, it was Baoshan.

Bai Xiaotian seems to have already calculated his position, and without waiting for him to fall, his figure has already waited there first, moved towards and then his heart banged, directly "pu chi" Through his heart.

Baoshan's eyes widened, his face was full of horror, and his body twitched a few times before he stopped moving.

His eyes faded away, and his eyes bulged out, and he did not stare at him.

Bai Xiaotian threw down his corpse, the golden luster on his body quickly receded, and he exhaled, with blood stains in the corners of his mouth and ear holes, swimming out like a snake.

Vajra's body protection cultivation technique cultivation is difficult. The time he can maintain at the moment is extremely short. He just took a sigh of relief, regardless of the backlash internal injury, and barely supported it until now.

"Shen Luo, Golden Cicada Master, wait for me a moment..." Bai Xiaotian sits cross-legged, swallowed a medicine pill, first glanced at Zen, and then at Shen Luo.

At this time, the fight between Shen Luo and Longtan has reached a critical juncture.

The dragon altar that was resurrected by Linda’s secret technique, before a movement method was more vigorous, was covered with a layer of sturdy black armor, Shen Luo had already fallen completely and was forced to continue. Back.

On the other side, after Linda resisted the next two Thunder Tribulations in succession, the seventh Thunder Tribulation followed.

The lead cloud in the sky has become thick black, and the four-cycle color is extremely dark, almost no different from the night, in the sky there is no sound of wind, all around except the man-made fighting sound, There is no other natural sound.

A quiet, solemn, and disturbing atmosphere enveloped the fields.

The original indifferent expressions of the four law-enforcement heaven soldiers high in the sky suddenly changed a little, and each of them browsed slightly wrinkle and showed a bit of anger.

Linda looked at the dark clouds above his head, and there seemed to be a way of lightning flashing faintly, but there was no sound of thunderbolt in it. This kind of wind and rain desire but quiet and abnormal atmosphere made him feel There was a trace of panic.

"It seems to be early." He groaned.

After that, he moved towards the front of him with a wave of his palm, and blood light suddenly appeared in the palm of his palm.

A drop of blood shot out, sprinting towards all directions, falling on the red masks outside the altar at an extremely fast speed, and easily integrated into it without any hindrance.

Among them, there are some drops of blood, which fall on the eyebrows of the eminent monk in the altar with unparalleled precision.

The high monks naturally knew that this was not a good thing. They all stretched out their hands and wiped them. The result was that before their sleeves touched, the blood drops had been incorporated into their flesh and blood, leaving only a touch of rouge on the center of their eyebrows. Mark of.