Dragon-Marked War God

Viewing the self-improvement of morale, the smile is calm, and Jiang Chen feels a very heavy belief. It is a kind of self-denial, and only wants to recite the innocent heart of the world. That is, even the monk monk has become hesitant. But everyone knows that only by blending the relics of the Tuas, it is possible to defeat the emperor. Otherwise, the Buddha who reshapes the golden body cannot compete with it.

The brave man has no fear, and he is the only Buddha in the world.

At that moment, even Jiang Chen felt the shock of his heart, no words.

"Mu Ling, you have to remember that only by connecting the heart with the world, you will understand the true meaning of my compassion. I will not go to hell, who will go to hell, and the Buddha will lead by example and be free to follow."

The view of the Tuas calmly said.

"Amitabha, Da Shi Ming distinguishes the heavens, my Buddha is fortunate, my life is fortunate."

The tyrant's monk's palm moved, and the relics on the lotus platform were directly taken into the hands of him. In a moment, they turned into a heavenly Buddha's rhyme and turned into the body of the tyrant's monk.

"Tues, Tuas!"

Muling Zun whispered, but since then, the world has no view!

"Bastard! Even if the relics of the dead are given to you, what can you do? My emperor is afraid that you will not be?"

The emperor's arrogance and arrogance, no fear at all, endless Buddha rhyme, continuous integration into the body of the lord monk, the monk's monk's eyes are like a torch, the Buddha's light is heavy, and it is turned into a Buddhist rhyme. His body blends together.

It is the existence of the ancestor of the Buddha. It is the ancestor of the Buddha. It is the ancestor of the Buddha. Even if it is the emperor, it is at most the middle of the world. At the expense of his own fearless spirit, he let the monk monk feel the same, but he also knows that he can't refuse. He is the only hope of the Buddha, the ancestor of the Buddha, who has suffered thousands of years of grievances, even the Great Leiyin Temple. It has also become a ruin. The country will not be a country. The Buddhism is destroyed and its branches are eight hundred. It has become the most distressing force in the West China.

When the view of the Tuas's body was completely annihilated, the tyrant's monk reopened his eyes, and the Buddha's light was like a torch. He rose to the sky and the emperor felt a hint of crisis.

"You can't beat me. You are the scum of the Buddha. You are a traitor."

The emperor screamed and screamed again, but the tyrants and monarchs were in a hurry, and they were calm and relaxed, and between the hands, the Buddha’s light was almost full, and the whole sky was almost filled with a Buddha’s charm, peace and tranquility, and emperor’s release. There is no such thing as a sneak peek. This time, it was almost completely suppressed by the tyrants and monks, and there was no power to fight back.

"I am compassionate, but I am not compassionate!"

Among the eyes of the monk monk, flashing a killing machine, killing one person, can guarantee the lives of thousands of people, then such a person, the monk monk even if he kills ten, one hundred, will never be merciless.

"Do not--"

The emperor released his eyes with fear and wanted to step back, but his soul power was already repulsed by the hegemonic monks.

"If you kill me, how can it be? This is just my own body, the body of the soul, although I will be hit hard, but when I really find you, you will die without a place of burial. The West China is already in our control. At that time, the world will not be your world anymore. Under the joint efforts of the Eight Departments of Buddhism, who is fighting? Hahaha."

The emperor released the sky with anger, this is his golden body, although not the deity, but if this golden body is broken, he will also feel the existence of the crisis.

Emperor Shitian searched the Zizhulin and found the Wanfo relic, but did not expect to finally lose to the freedom of view, to see his own relics, to help the ancestors of Wanfo to return to the peak for a short time, although not the same as the strength of the year. And the language, but at least to defeat the emperor to release the day, is more than enough.

"Give me up! Buddha light!"

The monk monk exhausted all the Buddha rhymes, and made a strong blow, directly breaking the shadow of the gods of the emperor, and the fierce defeat of the Fa, dissipating between the emptiness, and the deity of the emperor, must also be hit hard, the whole sky On, it became full of brilliance, Buddha light shines on the earth, and the world sees the light again.

The emperor's ruined law, the Buddha's rhyme is spread all over the sky, and the Buddha's rhyme of the Buddha's relics is also in this moment, and the tyrants and monks are all in the body. This is his power, this is his age!

The sea rises in the bright moon, and the horizon is at this time.

The morning dawn, the sea level, a new day, slowly rising, with sparkling splendor, re-light between the heavens and the earth.

The monk monk looks solemn and looks at Jiang Chen, saying:

"The bottle of jade, the rootless water, is the whole of the South China Sea, the most aura of the aura, under the Zizhu forest, the bottom of the deep sea, where is the source of the rootless water. But it has a view of freedom Tufa's French seal, I will give you the palm print, the 卐 character is the number, you can open the source of the rootless water, only to find the rootless water, can wake up the rain. I have no time, Xiaochenzi, West Pole China needs I, the Futura Tower and the Emperor Shih Tzu, must also be unveiled. I have no choice but to rush back to the West Pole and stop them. Perhaps, this world is no longer what we imagined."

The words of the monk monk made Jiang Chen feel the same. As the ancestor of Wanfo, the hegemonic monk was duty-bound.

The two palms meet, Jiang Chen's palm is on the palm of his hand, with a slogan of Buddha's seal, focusing on the head.

"Mu Ling, you can go with me and reinvigorate the Buddha."

The monks of the tyrants look at the wood spirits, the wood spirits are slightly incarnate, the incomparable piety, the self-destruction of the Tuas, is the gift of the emperor, he is duty-bound.

"I want to follow the Buddha's decree."

"When I wake up the rain, I will go to the West China to find you. I believe that all the wrongs will be re-washed. In this world, nothing can be done by our brothers."

Jiang Chen said with confidence.

The tyrant's monk nodded, smiled mellowly, or was the tyrant of the year.

"I wait for you!"

One sentence, I am waiting for you, including a thousand words, the tyrants and monks turned and left, there is no time to delay, the change of the Western Pole of China will inevitably affect the whole of the state of the land, because the floating tower is the supreme on the land of Zhongzhou, The emperor's release of the Eighth Buddhism is bound to become a big worry for the monk monk.

Today, memories of the past, the tyrants and monks as the ancestors of the Wanfo, are already duty-bound, and have suffered for hundreds of millions of years, this time he must also return to the Buddha, the leader!

Jiang Chen glanced at a mess of Zizhulin, picked up the crystal smash, and set off again, going straight to the bottom of the deep sea!