The Anarchic Consort

Hey!

There is almost no chance to speak to the prince.

The man’s long sleeves are only left to the public’s cold and cold back.

At the beginning, the Prince thought that the emperor was going back to the temple. When he walked, he discovered that the other party was not returning to the temple, but directly set foot on the road to Buddhism.

The look of the prince suddenly changed, and he couldn’t worry, and immediately followed the cloud.

The suffocating scent of a man is simply unstoppable.

The cloak of the body screamed like a gospel that could smash the sky above Buddhism!

He seemed to be red-eyed, and the handsome face was stained with blood.

The Prince measured his body in front of him and his voice was heavy: "You are calm!"

"Calm?" The man laughed, and the narrow throat was reddish.

Every day, he counts how to meet her, whether it is a feast or a heavenly battle.

He is thinking, she will definitely appear.

This is because it is possible, just run yourself, it looks like a fool.

Two days ago, he was still lost because of the mirror, fearing that she would not forgive herself.

Never thought about it, he will be replaced by people during this period of separation.

After chanting for a hundred years to exchange the gospel?

Oh, she has always been a person who doesn't like being restrained, but she does this for a Bodhi.

However, she still thinks that he is too harmless.

After she is with him, can she still go with others?

She thought she would enter the forbidden place of the Buddha, he would let go?

He must find her when he digs three feet!

Hey!

The battle axe is coming from the sky, like a stunned thunder, and the clouds floating on the Tianmi Mountain.

Hundreds of thousands of pieces are flying and shining, like the stardust that bursts open, the tidal wave, and sweeping all the vast space.

The little shamons who lived on Mount Tianmi looked up. I saw a man in a cloak standing above the dense monsters in the distance. The sky behind him seemed to be burning with flaming flames. In the hurricane connecting the world, there was a strong chilling magic.

Above the clouds, his figure is very lonely, and even somewhat sloppy.

The man looked at the forbidden place of the Buddha, his hair was dark and his eyes were scarlet, and there was a strong evil in the handsome face.

However, his gaze is very deep. In the blood of the side face, there is a kind of coldness that even if the knife and axe are added, the mind is not shaken.

The main hall of Daxiong was covered by dark clouds.

The sages finally couldn’t stand, and the Buddha fell down and raised the konjac.

boom!

The thick bells rang through the entire earthquake in the huge earthquake, and all the demons and immortals within the six roads of the vibrations were tumbling in the throat.

Since ancient times, only the monks who committed the great crimes will be put into the King Kong bell. When the big bell rings, the bones and bones are broken, and the flesh and blood are broken and lively and shocked!

Prince Edward can no longer take a step forward.

The group of demons retreat and the black air is scattered.

The demon and the bells are in full swing, and the ghosts and ghosts are all out. The souls in the hungry ghosts are struggling from the gates of **** to stretch out the bones, and the **** seas boil up against the big waves of the sky.

The gods from Heaven have stopped.

At the top of the thirty-three heavens, only the emperor was alone, standing in the air, and his robes were fierce, and his half face was stained with blood.

The sage was regulfed by the breath, and a blood spilled out of the throat. He read Amitabha and folded his hands together. He sat high above the lotus: "The emperor, the Taoist Buddha is indispensable, do you really want to destroy the Buddha?" ”

The man smiled and his face reflected the symbol of the demon. The consciousness seemed to be in disorder. One dragonfly symbolizes the gold of heaven, and one dragon symbolizes the redness of hell.

He coveted the Sayādaw, and the coldness of his mouth seemed to freeze everything.

The sigh of the Sayādaw whispered in his ear: "Why, you should know that she does not like you."

A thunderous thunder!

The bells are getting more and more frequent, just like a thousand horses rushing past, and like lightning, rolling thunder and falling from the sky.

But these sounds are all less than the other's.

What she likes is not you.

The emperor only felt that the eardrum was mad, and the whole body was retrograde to the top, and he couldn’t help but throw out the axe!

boom!

King Kong clock was cut off a corner!

The sorcerer was shocked and turned back!

The demons broke out of the clock, roared, danced wildly, and turned into a hellish scene, making a arrogant arrogance!

For thousands of years, Buddhism has never experienced such a threat.

The Sayādaw above the lotus, for the first time, realized what it is called regret. If he expected it today, he would never lock the phoenix.

The true Buddha has not yet been reunited. Instead of performing Buddhism for many years, he thought he would cover the sky with his hands, but he would not have such a situation.

In the clouds and tumbling, the man broke through the air and did not wait for anyone to react, but pinched his throat directly.

The Sayādaw is coveted, and the voice is hoarse and difficult. With only two people, the sound is loud: "You have destroyed the Buddha's way, and the phoenix can't live."

The man’s finger was a little cold, and the twilight became colder and colder: “I really didn’t think that the Buddha’s way has become this look. No wonder the true Buddha will not be one.”

"Amitabha, the catastrophe of love, has always been difficult to avoid." Sayādaw looked at the man's eyes: "I can't be a pain, if the emperor can convert to my Buddha's door, there will be another kind of fruit, but the emperor is born with chaos, the mood is also I can't be peaceful, I missed it with my Buddha's door again and again, now I want to ask the emperor once again, you are willing to convert to my Buddha."

The man smiled: "Whoever said that the temple is not asking for it, the temple knows that heaven is God, and always escapes from your Buddha's eyes. If the temple is no longer a god, even if you kill you, it doesn't matter."

The Sayādaw heard the words completely, and did not wait for him to react.

The people in front of the eyes turned into the original law of chaos, and the overwhelming black feathers came in and the roots were inserted into his chest!

Hell is not Zhoushan, the earth begins to vibrate, the rock cracks, the fire slams from the center of the earth, wrapped in black feathers swept straight up, a little bit entangled in the man's lap.

In the wind and cold, the man smiles more and more, and the evil spirits are contemptuous.

How did the Sayādaw think that the other party would automatically give up the godhead!

Ninety-nine heavens, the prince of Heaven seems to suddenly see something unstoppable, suddenly stopped moving, and looked at the sky with horror: "This... this... this is -?!"

Someone wants to be a god! ! ?

--boom!

The big clock shattered and the copper pieces shattered, causing a bang in the mountains.

Then the feathers formed by countless black feathers flew from the sky, and when the air was shot on the body of the Sayādaw!

In the loud noise, I can hear the person sneer: "If I become a demon, what about Fonn?"

moment!

Numerous black feathers rushed and turned into a **** sea.

Heaven is awkward, all beings are stunned, and the road ahead is as confusing as the fog.

The man is unmoved, breaks the godhead, leans back, smiles in his mouth, and flies in the air, and the sky is a devil...

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