Naruto Junkyard

With the fist of the dream world, it fell directly on the head of Styx!

"boom.............."

An angry fist made Styx's head explode!

Blood flows, even if it spills!But Ming He's body, even if it turned into blood, then condensed and formed again!

The sea of ​​blood is immortal, and the Styx is immortal, it is not as simple as saying it!

But the little monk's lifeless move made Ming He retreat again and again!

At this moment, the little monk went crazy, stared at Xuan Ming again, and roared again: "What about me and Ruofeng, what are you Wu clan participating in!"

The little monk roared wildly, and Xuanming Ancestor Wu's bland expression did not see any change, he just said: "Ruofeng...my Wu clan has saved it!"

"Ah..." The little monk roared up to the sky, with a hideous expression, exuding endless suffocation, waving his fists in disorder, smashing many Shura tribes, and then bloodshot eyes: "Why...why...he is only Ruofeng, why is it so difficult to kill! No...I must kill Ruofeng, you Wu clan should stop me!"

The little monk seems to be mad and kills him, and kills him desperately. He looks like a madman!

Xuanming Ancestor Wu faintly frowned, clenched his fists, and even snorted coldly: "No matter what! My Wu clan, I must be safe like the wind!"

At that moment, Xuan Ming even waved his fist!

The cold fist, carrying the great evil spirit, killed the little monk!

The little monk gritted his teeth and let Xuan Ming's fist fall, but instead killed Xiang Ruofeng desperately!

Even a punch fell into the heart of the little monk!

"Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff"

The little monk spat out blood, but despite Xuan Ming's surprised eyes, he smiled coldly, "Three thousand magical powers!"

In an instant, the three thousand dream worlds evolved three thousand magical powers, turned into a torrent of magical powers, and moved towards the distant clouds and shrouded in the wind!

It's a pity that the torrent of supernatural powers burst out, and the chaotic color mask that dissipated was presented again!

Then, even if the void was torn apart, a majestic man appeared, and even if he grabbed it, he said, "Hmph... This emperor is here, if the wind will allow you to bully! The person you want to kill in Buddhism, I will Haotian must be rescued! Besides, if Feng is the Great Emperor Ziwei of Heavenly Court, how can you let Buddhism kill you!"

Haotian, who was half a step away from Yuanyuan, also fell from the heaven!Even if you grab it, the Qi of Chaos will turn into an arm, covering the sky and the sun, even if you grab the torrent of supernatural powers swept up!

"boom..................."

The sweeping torrent of supernatural powers was instantly crushed by Haotian and swept into a turbulent air wave!

The little monk's eyes widened, he stepped back again and again, feeling the raging cold in his body, he couldn't help spitting out frozen blood, then a tear dripped from his eyes, and grabbed the bald head with one arm: "Ah...ah...ah ........Bastard, bastard, I'm going to kill Ruofeng, I'm going to kill him! You bastards, don't stop me! Ah..."

Today's little monk, mad with anger, jumping around, like a child with a tantrum!You YouQi's suffocated tears spilled onto the ground and turned into golden rain, which shocked countless people!

Many powerful people said they couldn't understand it!They don't understand at all, a little monk with such a powerful cultivation base can actually cry, even more like a child going mad!

This point, even Xuan Ming and Haotian feel strange!

But Xuan Ming's eyes flickered, and he saw the little monk's broken arm, which had not recovered for a long time, and was intertwined with traces of evil spirits, and instantly realized: "The evil spirit! The evil spirit of the Four Swords of Zhuxian!"

Haotian also noticed that, staring at the little monk's broken arm by 0.6, he couldn't help gasping for air: "Just now, the four swords of Zhuxian merged to form the killing sword, which is definitely a weapon for slaughtering the devil! Although it is already incomplete, it cuts off the little monk. His arm, the murderous aura in it has affected the mind of the little monk!"

The two murmured, Honghuang Daneng couldn't help gasping for air!

You know, even if the immortal's arm is broken, it only needs some immortal magic to recover!Especially the powerful body shattered, and it only takes one immortal spell to recover!In particular, many great powers are indispensable to cultivate the physical body, and they have reached the point of rebirth from a drop of blood!For this reason, even if the arm is broken, it only needs to consume energy to recover!

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Two thousand and forty-eight chapters: kill into a group

The little monk is a half-step Hunyuan, and his body is so powerful!Even if the killing sword condensed by the four swords of Zhu Xian cuts off his arm, he can recover as soon as possible!

But after so long, the little monk has not recovered!Especially with a touch of suffocation, it seems that his mind has been affected!

For this reason, many great masters marveled at the killing sword fused with the four swords of Zhuxian!In other words, marvel at the tyranny of that killing sword!

Countless people were amazed, the little monk shed tears of suffocation, and even went mad: "Ah...don't stop me, I'm going to kill Ruofeng!"

Directly smashed out, the violent breath, as if with a trace of magic!

Yes, the little monk in a violent state seems to be enchanted!

The Buddha and the devil were originally in one thought, and now the little monk seems to be in the devil!

Xuanming Ancestral Witch surrounded the cold air, surrounded by two ice dragons, and rushed out with the suffocating energy: "Hmph... No matter who you are, this little monk, don't hurt Ruofeng today!"

Well, Xuan Ming's words are just and righteous words 21, and it seems that he has to fight to the death to save his life!

Many people are strange, but now that the war has broken out, they can't care about it at all!

The same is true for Haotian, even with a flick of his sleeve, he threw the only remaining Fortune Pill to Yunxiao: "I can feel that Ruofeng is not dead! In those blood essences, there is still a trace of Ruofeng's spiritual thoughts. Integrate the Good Fortune Pill into the blood essence, and Ruofeng should be able to recover!"

The three good fortune pills brought from Zixiao Palace, Haotian eats one by himself!Give it to Ruofeng, and then it will be taken by Ruthless people to study!Now Haotian took out the last one and threw it directly to Yunxiao!

Well, after Haotian did this, he immediately filled his body with chaotic light, then stared at the little monk in the distance, and said coldly: "Buddhism... The hatred between this emperor and you should also be counted. Forget it! Count on Ben Emperor's sister, count on Ben Emperor's nephews, all of you Buddhism deserve to die! Today, Ben Emperor will definitely kill your Buddhism!"

Haotian, who has endured for countless years, finally broke out today!

Even if it is killed, the palm print that covers the sky and the sun is killing the little monk!

Looking at Haotian's appearance, it is completely desperate!The hatred for many years has caused Haotian to suffer for countless years. Now that he can take revenge, Haotian will naturally work hard!

In an instant, the mad little monk faced the siege of Xuan Ming and Haotian!