Chapter: 1151
This golden giant, with four heads and eight arms, stands upright, has a terrifying body shape, and almost tramples the entire world under his feet, extremely majestic and majestic.
"Statue of Fudo Myo!"
Looking at the giant with four heads and eight arms coming from the void, Zhuo Wen muttered to himself, isn't this giant the very famous god in Buddhism, Fudo Myoko?
He didn't expect that the relic on his body would actually summon the phantom of King Fudoming.
Whoosh!
The huge Fudo Ming Wang quietly looked down at Zhuo Wen, and then roared, it turned into a golden light and suddenly penetrated into Zhuo Wen's body. Suddenly, the golden light all over Zhuo Wen's body became more and more dazzling.
"Sacrificing relics and becoming King Ming! This is the fate of Master Zhuo's Dharma. The origin and extinction are all in one thought..."
The moment Fudo Ming Wang got into his body, a peaceful voice sounded in Zhuowen's mind. This voice was no stranger to Zhuowen, and it was the voice of Dry Lamp Buddha.
Click!
At the same time, the relic floating above Zhuo Wen's head completely shattered with a click.
Zhuo Wen only felt that his whole body was hot, and the golden glow all over his body became more and more intense, and then Zhuo Wen changed from three heads and six arms to a strange image with four heads and eight arms...
The golden glow gradually receded, and Zhuo Wen was still kneeling on the ground on one knee, but at this moment, he was no longer superhuman, but four-headed and eight-armed.
The height has increased several times, reaching a height of three feet, like a small hill, with a golden surface, highlighting a sense of power full of terror.
"This guy... Has his shape changed again?"
Gu Gu, who stepped back dozens of steps, looked at Zhuo Wen who had turned into a four-headed and eight-armed image, his pupils constricted into needles, and he couldn't help taking a breath.
Originally Zhuo Wen with three heads and six arms was difficult enough to deal with, but now Zhuo Wen's body has changed again, turning into a four-headed and eight-armed image. Although his breath is still sluggish, it is much better than before.
Holding a knife and a sword in hand, Shuang Lao looked at Zhuo Wen who had changed again, and there was also a hint of disbelief on his face.
"Walk!"
The elder swordsmen looked at each other, wanting to pull out the sword that had pierced Zhuowen's abdomen, and to stay away from Zhuowen.
"Want to leave? Do you think it's possible?"
An indifferent voice suddenly resounded, and two golden arms swept out like two spirit snakes, winding towards the swords and swords on both sides.
Seeing the golden arm rushing towards him, the pupils of the swordsmen shrank slightly, knowing that there was no way to avoid it, they all punched out, hoping to block the attack of the golden arm.
Click!
A clear and crisp sound suddenly resounded, and two screams spread out. The arms of the two swordsmen were actually broken by the terrifying power of the golden arms.
While repelling the old men with swords and swords, Zhuo Wen stroked his hands, and the two old men were immediately held in his hands and held up high.
"What? Zhuowen's strength has become so terrifying?"
Looking at the swordsman and swordsman who was captured in an instant, Gu Gu was full of astonishment. The strength of Zhuo Wen in front of him was much stronger than before, and the swordsman and swordsman couldn't survive a move in his hands.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes were extremely cold. If it wasn't for the old swordsman attacking him, he would not have fallen into such a dead end.
Zhuowen knew very well that if it hadn't been for the last moment, the relic suddenly changed, fending off the ancient blood punch, and aroused all the Buddha power in the relic, forcibly raising Zhuowen's Nirvana state to the fourth level. In terms of the level of Dharma fate, Zhuo Wen is now in danger.
"Zhuowen! Don't kill us, we are also obeying orders, spare our lives!"
Zhuo Wen held the sword and sword in his hands, and the powerful force suppressed them, making them weak and powerless to resist.
Zhuowen's Great Day Nirvana broke through to the fourth level of dharma predestined relationship at the juncture of life and death, and transformed himself into the Dharmakaya of Fudo Mingwang, a qualitative leap in power took place.
Whether it is strength or reaction, it is far more terrifying than the third level of annihilation. Now that Zhuo Wen is seriously injured, he can only exert a part of his strength.
But such a part of the power still suppressed the swordsman and elders to death. It can be seen how terrifying the strength of the four-headed and eight-armed Zhuo Wen is.
"Zhuowen! You're about to release the elders of swords and swords. They are the elders of the Feng family. How dare you kill them?" Gu Gu shouted sharply.
Hearing this, Zhuo Wensen's cold eyes turned slightly, and immediately focused on Gu Gu, a monstrous killing intent erupted from his eyes, as if it was real, extremely terrifying.
"Do you think I dare not kill them? It's really ridiculous. You guys joined forces to bully me and kill me. Now that I, Zhuo Wenxianyu, have turned around, I shouldn't kill you?"
As he said that, Zhuo Wen held the sword and the elders in both hands, walked slowly towards the ancient times, and said word by word: "Today, I, Zhuo Wen, swear that the three major families of your Feng family, Cao family and Gran family, as long as I don't die in the future, you three Don't think about peace in the family."
Zhuowen walked towards the ancient step by step, his aura became stronger and stronger, and the aura of killing permeated the sky.
The terrifying murderous aura almost set off a powerful storm around him, causing the ancient pupils to shrink slightly, and he couldn't help but take a step back. JrNovels.com
"Statue of Fudo Myo!"
Looking at the giant with four heads and eight arms coming from the void, Zhuo Wen muttered to himself, isn't this giant the very famous god in Buddhism, Fudo Myoko?
He didn't expect that the relic on his body would actually summon the phantom of King Fudoming.
Whoosh!
The huge Fudo Ming Wang quietly looked down at Zhuo Wen, and then roared, it turned into a golden light and suddenly penetrated into Zhuo Wen's body. Suddenly, the golden light all over Zhuo Wen's body became more and more dazzling.
"Sacrificing relics and becoming King Ming! This is the fate of Master Zhuo's Dharma. The origin and extinction are all in one thought..."
The moment Fudo Ming Wang got into his body, a peaceful voice sounded in Zhuowen's mind. This voice was no stranger to Zhuowen, and it was the voice of Dry Lamp Buddha.
Click!
At the same time, the relic floating above Zhuo Wen's head completely shattered with a click.
Zhuo Wen only felt that his whole body was hot, and the golden glow all over his body became more and more intense, and then Zhuo Wen changed from three heads and six arms to a strange image with four heads and eight arms...
The golden glow gradually receded, and Zhuo Wen was still kneeling on the ground on one knee, but at this moment, he was no longer superhuman, but four-headed and eight-armed.
The height has increased several times, reaching a height of three feet, like a small hill, with a golden surface, highlighting a sense of power full of terror.
"This guy... Has his shape changed again?"
Gu Gu, who stepped back dozens of steps, looked at Zhuo Wen who had turned into a four-headed and eight-armed image, his pupils constricted into needles, and he couldn't help taking a breath.
Originally Zhuo Wen with three heads and six arms was difficult enough to deal with, but now Zhuo Wen's body has changed again, turning into a four-headed and eight-armed image. Although his breath is still sluggish, it is much better than before.
Holding a knife and a sword in hand, Shuang Lao looked at Zhuo Wen who had changed again, and there was also a hint of disbelief on his face.
"Walk!"
The elder swordsmen looked at each other, wanting to pull out the sword that had pierced Zhuowen's abdomen, and to stay away from Zhuowen.
"Want to leave? Do you think it's possible?"
An indifferent voice suddenly resounded, and two golden arms swept out like two spirit snakes, winding towards the swords and swords on both sides.
Seeing the golden arm rushing towards him, the pupils of the swordsmen shrank slightly, knowing that there was no way to avoid it, they all punched out, hoping to block the attack of the golden arm.
Click!
A clear and crisp sound suddenly resounded, and two screams spread out. The arms of the two swordsmen were actually broken by the terrifying power of the golden arms.
While repelling the old men with swords and swords, Zhuo Wen stroked his hands, and the two old men were immediately held in his hands and held up high.
"What? Zhuowen's strength has become so terrifying?"
Looking at the swordsman and swordsman who was captured in an instant, Gu Gu was full of astonishment. The strength of Zhuo Wen in front of him was much stronger than before, and the swordsman and swordsman couldn't survive a move in his hands.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes were extremely cold. If it wasn't for the old swordsman attacking him, he would not have fallen into such a dead end.
Zhuowen knew very well that if it hadn't been for the last moment, the relic suddenly changed, fending off the ancient blood punch, and aroused all the Buddha power in the relic, forcibly raising Zhuowen's Nirvana state to the fourth level. In terms of the level of Dharma fate, Zhuo Wen is now in danger.
"Zhuowen! Don't kill us, we are also obeying orders, spare our lives!"
Zhuo Wen held the sword and sword in his hands, and the powerful force suppressed them, making them weak and powerless to resist.
Zhuowen's Great Day Nirvana broke through to the fourth level of dharma predestined relationship at the juncture of life and death, and transformed himself into the Dharmakaya of Fudo Mingwang, a qualitative leap in power took place.
Whether it is strength or reaction, it is far more terrifying than the third level of annihilation. Now that Zhuo Wen is seriously injured, he can only exert a part of his strength.
But such a part of the power still suppressed the swordsman and elders to death. It can be seen how terrifying the strength of the four-headed and eight-armed Zhuo Wen is.
"Zhuowen! You're about to release the elders of swords and swords. They are the elders of the Feng family. How dare you kill them?" Gu Gu shouted sharply.
Hearing this, Zhuo Wensen's cold eyes turned slightly, and immediately focused on Gu Gu, a monstrous killing intent erupted from his eyes, as if it was real, extremely terrifying.
"Do you think I dare not kill them? It's really ridiculous. You guys joined forces to bully me and kill me. Now that I, Zhuo Wenxianyu, have turned around, I shouldn't kill you?"
As he said that, Zhuo Wen held the sword and the elders in both hands, walked slowly towards the ancient times, and said word by word: "Today, I, Zhuo Wen, swear that the three major families of your Feng family, Cao family and Gran family, as long as I don't die in the future, you three Don't think about peace in the family."
Zhuowen walked towards the ancient step by step, his aura became stronger and stronger, and the aura of killing permeated the sky.
The terrifying murderous aura almost set off a powerful storm around him, causing the ancient pupils to shrink slightly, and he couldn't help but take a step back. JrNovels.com
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