Chapter: 2916
In the illusion, Master Wuhen held his heart in one hand, pinched the rosary with the other, and recited the Diamond Sutra. Behind his head was a round of blazing and clear sun.
The pure and domineering golden light evaporated the resentful spirits that fell from the sky.
The divine power of the sun is the most domineering power in the world, it rejects all types of spiritual power and is not affected by any spells.
Therefore, even the secret of the origin of the sun cannot erase the existence of the divine power of the sun.
The only thing that can defeat the divine power of the sun is the divine power of the sun. Of course, the leader of the southern sect can transform into a stronger sun, but the scorching sun's xenophobia does not distinguish between friend and foe.
It is equivalent to helping the past without trace in disguise.
The full moon hangs high in the clouds quietly, and the power of the sun crazily breeds, giving birth to endless resentful spirits, which evaporate one wave after another, until finally it becomes a competition of spiritual power.
Whoever's spiritual power is exhausted first will be defeated.
However, in the heart of Master Wuhen's palm, the darkness gradually faded away, and the blood color prevailed. He was about to suppress the evil thoughts in the black ball, and when the blood color in the heart completely recovered, he would become a phantom god.
And it is a phantom god who can suppress evil thoughts.
Neither Lingtuo nor the leader of the Nanpai was in a hurry. One competed and consumed while the other lurks quietly.
At this time, Master Wuhen suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.
He sensed Madoka's request for help, but when he was about to follow the message, the connection between him and the Dreaming Jade Talisman was concealed.
At this time, in the dark void, there came the strange voice of the leader of the Southern School who could not distinguish between men and women, with a sneer:
"You really think you can win?
"That's too underestimating the master's layout ability.
"There is no trace of the past, do you want to see the fate of your disciples and grandchildren?"
After the voice fell, pictures appeared in the void, which was the scene of "the wanderer in the world" being shot in the head; the picture of "being a teacher" being pierced through the heart; It is the picture of Aunt Fang being beheaded; it is the picture of Lin Chong dying in pain in his dream.
The heart in Master Wuhen's palm quickly turned black, and the golden Buddha that had existed from the beginning to the end opened its eyes.
There is no more compassion in the eyes, and the killing intent is monstrous.
Master Wuhen looked like a madman, raised his head and roared: "Lingtuo!!"
In the turbulent black clouds, there was a chuckle.
the capital.
In a retro-style theater, Elder Cai stood on a tall trapezoidal viewing platform, looking at the empty stage, and said loudly:
"Palace Master, this subordinate has something to report. Past Wuhen failed to be promoted to Phantom God, and is about to go mad. For the safety of the innocent people in Jinshan City, please take action and kill this thief."
Behind the curtain of the stage, a soft and moving voice came: "Got it."
Xie's old house.
Zhang Yuanqing was full of wine, hooked shoulders with Xie Su, chatting and laughing happily with his ancestors.
"Old Ancestor, wait for me to hide for a month, and then come out and marry the girls of your Xie family after hiding. I want to marry ten of you."
"Drink too much." Xie Su patted his prospective son-in-law on the shoulder, "Xie family, you can only marry Lingxi." JrNovels.com
The pure and domineering golden light evaporated the resentful spirits that fell from the sky.
The divine power of the sun is the most domineering power in the world, it rejects all types of spiritual power and is not affected by any spells.
Therefore, even the secret of the origin of the sun cannot erase the existence of the divine power of the sun.
The only thing that can defeat the divine power of the sun is the divine power of the sun. Of course, the leader of the southern sect can transform into a stronger sun, but the scorching sun's xenophobia does not distinguish between friend and foe.
It is equivalent to helping the past without trace in disguise.
The full moon hangs high in the clouds quietly, and the power of the sun crazily breeds, giving birth to endless resentful spirits, which evaporate one wave after another, until finally it becomes a competition of spiritual power.
Whoever's spiritual power is exhausted first will be defeated.
However, in the heart of Master Wuhen's palm, the darkness gradually faded away, and the blood color prevailed. He was about to suppress the evil thoughts in the black ball, and when the blood color in the heart completely recovered, he would become a phantom god.
And it is a phantom god who can suppress evil thoughts.
Neither Lingtuo nor the leader of the Nanpai was in a hurry. One competed and consumed while the other lurks quietly.
At this time, Master Wuhen suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.
He sensed Madoka's request for help, but when he was about to follow the message, the connection between him and the Dreaming Jade Talisman was concealed.
At this time, in the dark void, there came the strange voice of the leader of the Southern School who could not distinguish between men and women, with a sneer:
"You really think you can win?
"That's too underestimating the master's layout ability.
"There is no trace of the past, do you want to see the fate of your disciples and grandchildren?"
After the voice fell, pictures appeared in the void, which was the scene of "the wanderer in the world" being shot in the head; the picture of "being a teacher" being pierced through the heart; It is the picture of Aunt Fang being beheaded; it is the picture of Lin Chong dying in pain in his dream.
The heart in Master Wuhen's palm quickly turned black, and the golden Buddha that had existed from the beginning to the end opened its eyes.
There is no more compassion in the eyes, and the killing intent is monstrous.
Master Wuhen looked like a madman, raised his head and roared: "Lingtuo!!"
In the turbulent black clouds, there was a chuckle.
the capital.
In a retro-style theater, Elder Cai stood on a tall trapezoidal viewing platform, looking at the empty stage, and said loudly:
"Palace Master, this subordinate has something to report. Past Wuhen failed to be promoted to Phantom God, and is about to go mad. For the safety of the innocent people in Jinshan City, please take action and kill this thief."
Behind the curtain of the stage, a soft and moving voice came: "Got it."
Xie's old house.
Zhang Yuanqing was full of wine, hooked shoulders with Xie Su, chatting and laughing happily with his ancestors.
"Old Ancestor, wait for me to hide for a month, and then come out and marry the girls of your Xie family after hiding. I want to marry ten of you."
"Drink too much." Xie Su patted his prospective son-in-law on the shoulder, "Xie family, you can only marry Lingxi." JrNovels.com
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