I'm an Immortal Descendant

"Bald donkey, can you hide in the golden light array of Wujiang City for a lifetime?"

"Ha ha ha..."

With the wind howling all over the sky, the voice of Wujiang black general came.

"Look at my broken golden knife."

"Break your Buddhist array."

In the darkness, a huge black machete came down from the sky.

This knife is huge, and it is more than ten meters long.

Wang Yu saw that the scriptures on the wall of the whole Wujiang City were all lit up at this moment, and the high pitched Buddhist voice resounded.

Next moment!

The huge Yin Dao suddenly sank with a frightening force in the wind.

Hit on the golden light of Scripture.

"Bang!"

There was a huge bang.

Sutra Buddha blood array light and Wujiang black general's Yin Dao are firmly impacted together.

When Buddhism and Yin meet, fire and water are incompatible.

The power is relative. Although the Buddhist power can restrain the power of yin and evil, if the power of yin and evil is very strong, it can also suppress the power of Buddhism. Water can extinguish fire and fire can melt water.

The confrontation between the two forces makes the Buddhist light in the Scriptures flicker.

"No, hold on."

"Recite the Scriptures quickly."

Under the pressure of Yin Dao, Wujiang's Buddhist array is almost broken.

"Golden staff, come on."

The gold stick that was originally inserted on the ground immediately flew up.

Wang Yu could feel that the old monk had no mental power, but used a kind of Buddhist power.

The Buddha power is so powerful that it has the same effect as the mind power.

Take things out of the air.

The gold stick fell into the hands of the old monk, and the gold ring hung on it kept pounding, making a dull and heavy sound.

The power of Buddha is great, and it radiates bright golden light.

"Kill evil."

When the old monk raised his golden staff, he heard Wujiang black in the sky.

"Dead bald ass, there are magic weapons."

The old monk infused all his Buddhist power into the Buddhist ware, and the golden stick was shining.

In Wang Yu's field of vision, the golden staff seems to have grown into a huge golden staff of more than ten meters and twenty meters.

Meet the Yin Dao that cuts down from the sky.

"Great."

When she heard Wang Yu's comment on the old monk, she could not help humming, "master is a monk of Dakong temple. Of course, he is very powerful. Do you need to say more about that?"

"Hide and stick to me."

"Be careful, a dark wind will turn your skin into blood."

Wang yuwenyan pasted a sticker behind her. The female thief's waist is very slim, especially her hips are very cocky, her legs are very straight, and her back is very straight.

What a good figure.

"Hoo, Hoo..."

The wind is constantly roaring.

Wang Yu had never experienced such a scene before. It seemed that they didn't have these things in their world. He didn't like the body turning into thick water, so he pasted it forward.

The female thief felt that there was something strange behind her. The man was so close that she stuck to herself.

So he turned his head and looked around, and couldn't help scolding: "coward."

"Buddha shines on Garo."

At this time, the old monk was shocked by the grandeur of his momentum. His face was angry, and his golden staff was ringing.

The golden stick turned into a golden light and went straight into the sky.

"Ah

Wujiang black general issued a scream.

Then he saw the golden staff rush into the huge body of Wujiang black general. His body was replaced by rolling black air, and his body was full of rolling skeletons and heads, roaring and rushing around.

Each of these skeletons was a soldier who died in the war.

The golden staff chased the Wujiang River directly.

Disappear into the far night.

According to Wang Yu's perception, the golden staff was inserted into the Wujiang River.

Then the dried up Wujiang river appeared blue cracks, and the crimson blood flowed from the cracks.

"Dead donkey."

As a result, the ground of Wujiang River constantly has Yin Qi, if you look carefully, it is a skeleton.

"Little Picchu."

The old monk gave a weak cry, and little bhikkhu ran to help him.

"Master."

"Poof."

The old monk spat out blood.

"Master, how do you use this magic weapon?"

Little bhikkhu looked sad.

"It's better to die as a teacher than to die as everyone else." The old monk's breath is free and weak.

"Master."

Wang Yu could not help but be moved, and the female thief was silent.

"After becoming a teacher, remember to take the relic back to Dakong temple."

Upon hearing this, little bhikkhu burst into tears: "master, you will not die."“ Master... "The old monk opened his clothes and showed his bony chest. The female thief subconsciously didn't look at the old monk. Wang Yu saw it clearly. There was a black scar on the old monk's chest, which was black. Wu Jianghei cut him with that knife. Thanks to the fact that the Buddhist body of the old monk has been cultivated to the level of Buddha light, it is almost as good as Vajra. Otherwise, he will not even have the strength to fight back and will be killed on the spot“ Master... "The magic weapon of Benming was used to suppress Wujiang. It should be able to suppress the power of Wujiang black generals. But how can we bear such a heavy injury without Benming's magic weapon? The old monk should be holding the belief that he will die“ You don't have to worry, young master. If you don't have my body to suppress here, you can't suppress Wujiang black general, and it will eventually lead to disaster. " Wang Yu was even more moved. He was able to see the true character of a Buddhist master“ Amitabha The old monk slowly closed his eyes. Seeing this, little bhikkhu said sadly, "master has passed away..." "Wu Wu Wu..." the old monk suddenly sat up, "I'm not dead yet." Little bhikkhu said happily, "it's great that master is not dead yet."“ It's fast to die. " Little bhikkhu began to cry again“ If you don't, everyone will die here. " This time, little bhikkhu learned to be a good boy. He recited the Scriptures honestly, and his tuberculosis was temporarily cured“ There's a gap over there. " The old monk pointed to his East, which was the direction of Qingyun swordsman. This is a vivid hit on the face of the female thief. But there's no way. The other three have the blessing of Buddha's light, and the swordsman of Qingyun relies on the meaning of the sword. The meaning of the sword can't be evil. Of course, it's hard. It's only his own brag“ Whenever there is a breach in Wujiang City, Wujiang black general will attack and kill against the injury. " In order to save face, the leader of the female thief said, "Miss, I'll take someone with me." There are many soldiers under him, much more than the children of the Wang family“ Go at once. " The female thief thought, the old monk is abandoned, the two little monks are still young, and the rest... Don't you expect that this little white face will not come true, it's only her own people“ Be careful The female thief did not forget to tell her commander, and then felt the hot air behind her ears. She was itchy and sensitive. Her ears suddenly turned red, "Why are you so close?"“ Didn't you bring me closer? " Wang Yu is so unjust. Why are women so unreasonable in any world“ I told you to be closer. Did I ask you to be closer? "“ You stick it to me. "