Wu Po Jiuxiao

The voice, as if carrying a dense air, makes people's spirits completely clear.

The mind turned into colored glaze, and the whole energy and spirit almost melted together, turning into flawless colored glaze.

Gradually, Ye Fantian's mind seemed to be blending into it. This blending seemed to enter the world, everything was in his mind, and that belief was infinitely enhanced.

The power of faith, endless faith.

"Whoever believes in me will have eternal life!"

A voice full of temptation passed to Ye Fantian's ears.

"Huhuhu..."

The raging golden flame began to burn, burning in Ye Fantian's spiritual world, like the purest glazed fire between the sky and the earth, burning Ye Fantian's mysterious soul.

degree!

Ye Fantian's mind suddenly burst, and the holy baby quickly opened his eyes, looking at the surrounding flames with an angry expression on his face.

"Roar……"

The Immemorial Eighteenth Blood-Eyed Dragon under the seat began to let out a monstrous roar.

With the seal of both hands, the power of the mysterious soul erupted suddenly, as if it had been condensed before the eruption of a volcano.

"Pong"

The unquenchable raging fire immediately began to be extinguished, forming the most illusory existence.

"My will, the heaven and the earth cannot be moved, even a small bewitching word dares to be presumptuous in front of me."

Ye Fantian's voice was filled with boundless thunder, like an angry god, resounding through the sky.

The Bull Demon King was shaken by the thunder, and suddenly woke up.

But this little thief is different, her pretty face has a trace of holiness, this holiness is not at all related to the usual mischievousness, the breath of dust is extraordinary and refined, the beautiful eyes are opened, flickering continuously, That pair of wonderful treasure pupils seems to be extremely deep,

There was a trace of holy glow on her body, which fluctuated continuously, and her delicate body was full of fragrant sweat, which stained the dress, but let a trace of curves of that delicate body be released, adding a little more charming atmosphere.

"Amitabha……"

A Buddha's name appeared again, but this Buddha's name came from the thief's small mouth.

The Buddha's name was like thunder, releasing unparalleled power. In the sound of thunder, an ancient golden temple appeared on her head.

The size of the temple is satisfactory, majestic and majestic, shocking all directions, the light of the holy glow is more vigorous, and the delicate body of the whole person even seems to contain the world.

Ye Fantian and the old monster are not idiots, so they naturally know that the thief has obviously benefited a lot from it.

Especially on the face of that old monster, a hint of greed flashed, as if he wanted to swallow this little thief alive, and then refine it, so as to obtain what she was looking for.

However, this old guy also knew that this time was not the best time to make a move.

And Zen is the most weird sect.

It is ancient, the most ancient period, I am afraid that even in the ancient times, a trace of breath can be found.

But their inheritance is even more strange.

A gift from the Buddha to those who are destined!

This sentence is not empty talk, but a fact.

A strong Zen master, if he wants to dress up, no one can control him, and he will not be interrupted by whoever he wants to wear.

This is chance, this is coincidence, if you have no chance, even if you kneel on the ground and kowtow countless times, you will not be able to get what you want from it.