Dragon-Marked War God

The sergeant monk's face is extremely dignified. He knows that the battle at this moment is inevitable. The black scorpion will become the nightmare of all of them at this time.

"To accompany the end!"

After the monk monk has no retreat, he can only fight to the end. This is the dignity of the Buddha and his dignity.

"I don't know what to do."

The black scorpion sneer sneer, and the coldness in his eyes is also more and more intense. Since the Buddha does not know how to be good, then he can only do it. These golden body arhats are also inconvenient, and they are dealt with at the same time. The province will become the scourge of the West Pole in the future.

Black 魇 魇 屠 手 手 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 如 手 手 手 手 手 手 手 手 手 手 手 手 手 手 手 手 手

"Give me a roll!"

The black 魇 魇 屠 声 声 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 迅 迅 迅 迅 迅 迅 迅 迅 迅 迅 屠 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇 魇

"Nine turns to the golden body, Buddha light shines!"

The savage monk's face is gloomy and terrible. The palm prints are linked, and the handprints of the shackles are connected. The infinite Buddha rhyme reverses the sky and is intertwined with the black rafts. There are countless light and shadows, which are filled with the sky, the peak of the Western China, Huang The sand is all over, like a reversal of Qiankun.

"broken"

The power of the black scorpion is not the tyrant of the tyrants, and the waves are unstoppable!

"puff"

The tyrant's monk blew away, and this has been deeply hurt. Now it has been oppressed by the black scorpion, and it is quite awkward. The wood spirits are very sad, but today the Buddha's strength is indeed different. Too much, and after the reincarnation, he did not reach the true peak at all.

"And a few of you, give me a roll."

The black scorpion floats a palm, and the thunder moves for three thousand miles, sweeping the yellow sand, the wind and the clouds, the black mist!

The three tribes of Tatikaye have already weakened their fighting power. After all, they have been fighting with the monks and monks before, so they are extremely passive. Now it seems that in the hands of this black scorpion, it is simply worth mentioning. .

"Bastard!"

The 跋 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 , 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊

"The arm is just a car."

The black scorpion sneer, but this time, the tyrant monk is already deceiving again, knowing that it can't be done, because he is a Buddha, the Buddha Supreme, the ancestor of the Buddha, he has the responsibility to protect himself. Disciples, five hundred golden bodies, Luohan, are the most distressed people. They are also forced to help. When the Buddhas were destroyed, they have done their best. The Tsemiya and others are only persecuted and can survive. It is not easy to keep a life.

At this moment, I saw that the black scorpion floated the three golden dragons, and the monk monk was already angry to the extreme.

"Amitabha, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, and hurts my Buddha."

The tyrant's monk came forward and directly blocked the black scorpion, which punched and punched, hitting directly on the chest of the tyrant's monk, and the tyrant's monk was biting, and the life was blocked by the three golden bodies. This blow, otherwise, they are already dead at this moment.

This is the case, the body of the monk monk has also been greatly traumatized, and it is difficult to have the slightest force to fight again.

"Buddha..."

The Tatika samurai never imagined that at this time, the Buddha actually blocked the attack for the three of them, otherwise they would die.

There are sages and sages and sages, and they are all face-to-face, and their hearts are incomparably complex. Just now, they have already had a heart, knowing that they must die, but there is no room for any roundabout. People feel very sad, but who can think that the Buddha they had to slay and kill before has become their savior.

At this moment, everyone’s heart is very entangled. The Buddha’s kindness makes them become very embarrassed at a time. The helplessness of life is not worth mentioning, but they have the retribution of today, and they all are worshipped by Buddha. Unspeakable, full of struggles.

"Come on, here I am! The people they are looking for are me."

The tyrant's monk sighed and screamed, and crossed the sword, and confronted the black scorpion. At this time, he also made the worst plan.

"It’s been this time. Do you still want to marry a hero? It’s a pity that you don’t have this capital. You are only a caged bird today. Now, in this world, I have the final say.”

The black scorpion floated in the eyes of the murderous, and did not intend to let the three of the Tiga Saga.

The three men looked at each other and although they hesitated, they simply couldn’t think too much. It’s better to die than to live, to escape from birth, who is willing to die?

The three men did not stop, and turned away. The tyrants and monks faced the black scorpion, but they were ridiculed by the black scorpion, and they successively lost their palms. The tyrants and monks completely lost their fighting power, and the blood was mad and ugly.

"People are inherently dead, dead is lighter than Hong Mao, or he is more important than Taishan. He died for three golden bodies, and he lost three lives. I earned some."

The monk monk said with a smile, the blood continually flows out, and the wood spirit is extremely desperate. The Buddha is not the ancestor of the Buddha. Even at this time, it is still the heart of the Buddha, still thinking for others. I never thought about it for myself.

"The long story of shit, I don't know, the person who knows the time is Junjie, why do you die? Now that you have reincarnation, don't you know? Because you are too stubborn, people don't kill themselves, no one is not selfish, Only selfish people can live longer. The Buddha is in your hands, it has already been destroyed, and people are running away. You are still willing to die for others. It’s ridiculous, ridiculous, haha."

The black 魇 魇 屠 伸 伸 , , , , , , , , , 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 抓 , , , , , , , , There is a Buddha, his golden body, destined to be deprived.

"Amitabha."

The monk monk whispered that the black scorpion float had long been a deep root of the magic root, and he would not care about his words at all. He could only give up his life.

"Death to the end, full of morality and morality, the Buddha's destruction, completely destroyed in your hands. Follow me, Buddha, this is your only way."

The black scorpion squadron is tightly bound by the monk monk, and he screams.

"I want to move my brother, I have to ask if I would like it or not, is it black?" I have been looking for you for a long time."

Jiang Chen stepped out of the sky, coming across the sky, the wind whistling, standing on the top of the sky. Https: