Journey to the West: Please, Stop Planting Peaches

Practice with the whole mountain range.

Let Huang Feng reconcile, and he can't make him move half a point.

Huang Fengwei was shocked.

He didn't know how much oil he ate for the headlamp of the Buddha's seat, and it took countless hours to cultivate it.

Ordinary Taiyi Jinxian, if it is blown by this wind.

I'm just afraid that the body will be in chaos on the spot, and it will fly upside down.

"This little white face really has some skills!"

Zhong Xuan secretly said that he has supernatural powers.

Fortunately, he is a nine-turn Taoist body, and the whole body turns smoothly.

Otherwise, it will really be blown away by this samadhi wind.

The injury is not enough, but I am afraid that I will lose face.

He snorted coldly, "You monster, you are very small and big!"

"But your wind can't do anything except damage my actions!"

At the same time, it secretly runs the supernatural power of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger.

Beware of Lingji Bodhisattva who is about to move behind him.

His nine-turn Taoist body has already surpassed the ordinary, and he does not enter the five elements and does not stain yin and yang.

The spirit is sensitive, when Lingji was lying on the back mountain to restrain his breath.

The gap is already there.

At this moment, I deliberately said that I was affected by the samadhi kamikaze.

It was an opportunity for the sneak attack.

As expected.

When Lingji Bodhisattva heard Dao Zhongxuan say that his actions were damaged.

Overjoyed.

Take advantage of the remaining power of the samadhi god wind.

The Flying Dragon Treasure Staff, which had already been pinched to death, threw it out.

That flying dragon treasured stick is good at facing the wind, and turned into an eight-clawed golden dragon roaring in the sky.

There was a flash of murder in the dragon's eye.

The violent atmosphere is completely contrary to the Buddha's light.

The golden dragon is coiled on the top of Huaguo Mountain.

Stick out the dragon head and front paws.

The right paw stuck out and grabbed towards Zhong Xuan behind him.

Seeing this, Huang Fengwei hurriedly stopped the yellow wind in his mouth.

With a flick of his body, he ran to the side to prevent himself from being accidentally injured by the golden dragon.

Lingji's eyes were full of joy.

He has used this trick countless times.

In front of him, there is a samadhi god wind, which blinds the eyes of the spiritual sense.

He took the opportunity to use the wind-fixing bead to fix his body and hide in the yellow wind.

Take out the flying dragon staff and get it in one hit.

This trick is tried and tested! ! !

"Hahaha, the peach tree is mine!!!".

Chapter 14

Lingji Bodhisattva rejoices.

He cooperated with Huang Fengguai.

I have never seen that person who can escape.

That kid was pale and beardless, and he had never heard of this person's name in the prehistoric times.

He must be a young boy.

How can you escape under this kind of calculation?

"You're too happy!"

Zhong Xuan snorted coldly, he has been waiting for you for a long time!

The body turned in place, and the right hand pressed on the eight-clawed golden dragon.

"Hmph, Huangkou child doesn't know how high the sky is!"

Lingji sneered again and again, his flying dragon staff was forged with an ancient eight-clawed golden dragon.

The ancient dragon race is not the loach of the four seas today.

Infinite power calls for wind and rain.

Not to mention the eight-clawed golden dragon, which is second only to the supreme nine-clawed golden dragon?

This claw is real.

Not to mention Taiyi Jinxian, even Daluo Jinxian would have to spend a lot of effort.

to get out.

"Does the little loach dare to show off?"

The right hand is pressed on the dragon's claw, and the supernatural power of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger is activated.

The sky-high force was deployed.

The golden, murderous cold dragon claws.

Hardly did not fall.

stalemate in mid-air, motionless.

"What? Dangtang Western Buddhism and Bodhisattva, is that enough?"

Holding the dragon claw with one hand, Zhong Xuan raised his head and looked in the direction of Lingji Bodhisattva.

The corners of his mouth lifted, and he said sarcastically, "I want a peach tree even with this ability, you're probably thinking of shit!"

"This is impossible!!!"

Lingji Bodhisattva's laughter stopped abruptly, staring at this incredible scene.

At this moment, Zhong Xuan appeared to be completely different from the Samadhi Kamikaze.

Before facing the kamikaze, he seemed to be shaky, and his actions were trapped.

At this moment, facing the monstrous eight-clawed golden dragon.

There was no wave in the ancient well on his face, his face was not red or he was out of breath.

Seems like there's still plenty left.

"Death to me!!!"

After Lingji Bodhisattva was caught in the heat, he was so embarrassed and angry that he was on the spot.

With a Buddha seal in his hand, mana is madly injected into the flying dragon staff like a tide.

In the beginning, he only used [-]% of his mana.

However, he found that Zhong Xuan's face remained unchanged, and he seemed to be at ease.

The mana in his hand is getting higher and higher, and finally Lingji Bodhisattva can't go all out.

He even used all his strength to suckle.

His face was flushed red, his eyes were full of anger, and his pores were hideous.

There is no calm and peacefulness of Buddhism and Bodhisattva.

However, even with such a large amount of mana.

At first glance, the results are slag.

The eight-clawed golden dragon was held in Zhong Xuan's hand, as if it had been pinched seven inches.

Suddenly he lost his strength.

A lively golden dragon turned into a loach with dragon tendons and scales removed in a blink of an eye.

The two fought calmly and indifferently.

Zhong Xuan's breath was steady and there was no pressure.

Lingji Bodhisattva was panting like an ox and sweating profusely.

Zhong Xuan looked disappointed.

"I'm going to dump the Buddha and Bodhisattva, no matter how much garbage I have, I have to have some skills, right? That's the end?"

"It was so disappointing, I thought it would warm me up!"

"You kind of thing, wretched sneak attack, strength garbage."

"In this way, I can sit on the throne of Bodhisattva, so can I become your Western Buddha?"

Lingji was helpless, and was ruthlessly humiliated by Zhong Xuan again.

How can a bodhisattva who has always been high above the world, who does not know the suffering of the people, endure this humiliation?