Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

Zhang Zhidao's complexion has gradually turned pale.

A sharp edge shone in his cloudy eyes.

If you don't move, you're done, move like a thunder!

Under the situation where the opponent still has a backhand.

If you want to break out, you can only choose to resolve the current battle as quickly as possible!

hum! ! !

Everything happened in an instant.

The Heavenly Sword above the head of King Fudo Ming made a loud buzzing sound.

Faxiang, Falun includes Fudo Mingwang's body.

All have been determined by the divine power of Taiji Diagram.

Zhang Zhidao will naturally not miss this best opportunity!

The Heavenly Sword...beheaded!

The heavenly sword transformed from black and white qi contains the way of distinguishing yin and yang.

Under the sharp edge of Tiantian's sword, Fudo Mingwang's dharma form couldn't resist for a moment.

It has been divided into two from the top of the head.

Seeing that the Heavenly Sword was about to slash down onto Fudo Myoko's body.

Sudden accident!

Outside Yunshan City, in the thousands of miles of forest.

Infinite dead air diffused out.

The forest sea with a radius of thousands of miles turned into dead wood in just an instant.

The vitality in it was instantly drained by some kind of terrifying force.

Turned into a dead Jedi!

The terrifying dead air turned into a gloomy grimace.

Grimly laughed.

He went straight towards the Heavenly Sword that fell to King Fudo Ming!

Seeing this, Zhang Zhidao's face turned cold, but the depths of his pupils were full of determination!

The Tao in the body burned rapidly.

"town!"

"kill!"

A dull, thunderous voice spit out from Zhang Zhidao's mouth.

The deadly grimace that hit at such a high speed suddenly stopped.

The Heavenly Sword that had been chopped down to the chest of Fudo Ming Wang Faxiang exuded an even more peerless sharpness!

It seems that it only takes an instant.

It will be able to completely destroy the Dharma image of King Fudo Ming!

"Humph!"

A cold snort with a hint of embarrassment turned into anger exploded in the sky.

Under the Heavenly Sword.

At some point, a figure shrouded in death aura appeared.

He clasped his palms upwards, forcibly intercepting the black and white sky sword's attack.

The black and white qi clashed with the dead qi, making a palpitating "sizzling" sound.

"Zhang Zhidao, seeing this seat making a move, he also tried to kill Fudo Mingwang's dharma form with one against two."

"You don't seem to take me seriously at all!"

"Why... Could it be that you are already confident enough that you can kill the two of us on the spot?"

It seems that because of the deadly grimace, the one-hand operation did not have any effect, and was instead forced out of the real body by Zhang Zhidao.

That dead air Taoist spoke extremely yin and yang.

Anyone can hear the embarrassment in the other party's heart.

This villain's triumphant appearance made countless monks in Yunshan City feel contemptuous.

It is also a great power in charge of Dao Realm.

It doesn't matter if you don't have the slightest demeanor.

But... such a disgusting person!

No wonder this guy joined hands with Fudo Myo.

This is basically like-minded, a nest of snakes and rats!

"Good guy! Really good guy!"

Tang Sanzan, who came out of the base of the Yinye group, saw such a scene, and immediately felt sincerely moved.

"Up to now, I have seen a total of three Dao masters (the puppets in the underworld are not counted), and two of them are like this."

"Lord Buddha, I now have serious doubts about the quality of the limit of this group of people!"

Tang Sanzan rubbed his chin, slightly speechless.

The two girls on one side were also a little dazed at the moment.

For an existence like Dao Master Realm, Shenlong always sees the head but doesn't see the end.

Even Zhang Zhidao, it was the first time for them to see it with their own eyes in a real sense.

From the bottom of their hearts, the same doubts as Tang Sanzan's also involuntarily arose.

Could it be... Is quality really inversely proportional to cultivation level?

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Chapter 323 Some things cannot be regressed

Skyrim.

The phantom of the Dharma, which seemed to be the truth, quietly dispersed.

The Heavenly Sword that cut Fudo Mingwang Faxiang to the chest was also dispersed by Zhang Zhidao.

After the Heavenly Sword is gone.

And the suppression of the Dao Yun of the Tai Chi Diagram.

The golden dharma appearance like a giant is almost instantaneous.

The terrifying scene of being split in half from the top of the head to the chest was restored to its original state.

It's just... the divine light of the restored Dharma image has obviously dimmed a lot.

Under the golden light of Fudo Myoko's resplendent Buddha body, it was difficult to conceal his fatigue and great consumption.

The fight with Zhang Zhidao seemed simple, even for a short time.

But in fact, Fudo Myoki felt as if he was walking on the line of life and death.

For Zhang Zhidao's strength, it can be regarded as a new understanding.

In the same realm, but if it is really one-on-one life and death.

There is no doubt that he is dead but not alive!

Fortunately... today's matter is not the matter of Fudo Mingwang alone.

The confrontation in Tianji has changed from two people to three people now.

"Amitabha, the strength of Zhang Zhidao's benefactor is indeed powerful, and I have learned it today."

Fudo Mingwang spoke with a slightly cold face, and at the same time dispersed his own Dharma appearance.

Standing side by side with Taoist Dead Qi.

Looking straight at Zhang Zhidao in the distance.

"There is no need to talk nonsense, there can only be one result today, and hand over the control of Netherland."

The dead air Taoist's voice was gloomy and dull, as if he was holding his throat to speak.

It seems... At such a moment, they are unwilling to reveal their true identity.

Zhang Hedao sneered when he heard the words, "Mao, when did the guys from Maoshan's lineage and ancestors only hide their heads and show their tails, and dare not even show their true colors?"

"Old Daoist, I really never thought that even a guy like you would be reduced to such a point."

"Ridiculous, really ridiculous!"

Even the Taoist with a dead air hides his true face all the time.

But Zhang Hedao still revealed the identity of the other party in one word.

In Yunshan City.

Beside Zhang Hedao, Mao Qishui was frozen in place like a puppet.

The name "Maoa".

In the inheritance of their Maoshan lineage, it has existed for an unknown how long.

It can be said that there are legends of this living ancestor who have heard of this living ancestor in the entire Maoshan lineage.

Even Mao Qishui's master can be said to admire him.

It is said that this old ancestor is the glory of the Maoshan lineage, and it was his appearance that revitalized the Maoshan lineage.

In fact.

After the emergence of this great master of the Taoist realm in Maoshan.

Maoshan's status in Taoism has indeed risen, and he is respected wherever he goes.

But who knows? !

It is such a person, no matter which Maoshan Taoist priest said it from.

They are all magnificent figures.

But did such a thing!

It wasn't just that Mao Qishui was silent.

Even Hai Mingsheng and the others on one side were full of disbelief.

They have already guessed, the hole card of Quanzhen Yixuan.

Maybe it was a certain Dao master who was secretly instigating them and regarded them as pawns that could be used.

I never thought about... the Dao Mastering Realm behind this.

It turned out to be this old ancestor of Mao A who had been hidden for many years!

"No wonder... no wonder..." Mao Qishui's face was full of bitterness, and his eyes had a look of sudden realization, "It is said that this old ancestor has learned the mysteries of the Dao, so he is hidden from the world."

"And not long after this ancestor disappeared from the world, a terrifying demon heretic appeared in the world."

"Being vicious and ruthless, he never leaves anyone alive. All strange and evil methods that prolong life are his goals."

"One is the upright and majestic senior Maoshan, and the other is the evil heretic who is doing evil."

"Of course no one will associate them together! It's a sin, a sin!"

The more Mao Qishui talked, the more excited he became, with a heartbroken look on his face.

He is a junior of the Maoshan lineage.