Only by making him completely disappear can the Daxing of Buddhism not be disturbed!

Zhunti threw out his accompanying magic weapon, the Seven Treasure Tree, and the treasure came all the way from Tianwaitian to Fangcun Mountain.

A moment later, a tree-shaped magic weapon with Dao rhyme appeared in front of Patriarch Bodhi.

Patriarch Bodhi grabbed him.

There is renewed radiance in the eyes.

In this wonderful tree of the Seven Treasures, there is still a sliver of the saint's magic power that can be mentioned.

Quasi-sages and saints, although they all have a holy word.

But the former is far behind the latter.

Even if there is only a trace of saint mana.

That's not something the quasi-sage can contend with!

No matter how strong the opponent is, he will not be a saint after all!

"Today is your death day!" Patriarch Bodhi held the wonderful tree of seven treasures.

Swipe towards Ye Qingyang.

This time the movement was even more shocking than before.

With a swipe of the Qibao Miaoshu, even though the target was Ye Qingyang.

But the entire square inch mountain began to shake violently.

Cracks appeared in the mountains.

Rocks pierced through the clouds and flew down in all directions.

The void trembled, and a greater distortion appeared.

Ye Qingyang didn't care about this knockdown.

But there are still some villages in and around this square inch of the mountain.

If the opponent's magic power is allowed to spread.

At that time, it will be them who will suffer.

He has heard many howls!

Ye Qingyang was an ordinary person in his previous life.

So there is a kind of sympathy for these ordinary beings.

Originally, life was not easy for others.

And now you will spread your wrath upon them, and send them to perish or go into exile.

Can't stand it!

Ye Qingyang was a little angry.

He originally thought that these people were just cheating, and their nature was not bad.

But I didn't expect that for my own selfish desire, I would do extermination.

Then he can no longer show mercy!

He looked solemn and stretched out a finger.

The Three Thousand Ways emerged outside his body.

A long river of time and space appeared at his feet.

In an instant, the world returned to silence.

The wind stops and the clouds stop, and time flows backwards.

The collapsed mountains are restored.

The rocks returned to the mountain again.

space is stabilized.

Patriarch Bodhi opened his mouth in astonishment, but couldn't say a word.

Everything that happened was beyond his cognition.

But he couldn't think about it.

It turned into fly ash and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Even Zhunti's companion treasure, the wonderful tree of seven treasures, also disappeared together.

Light cloud and wind.

As if nothing had happened.

Those disciples in Fangcun Mountain couldn't figure out what happened.

All they could think of was two words, weird.

Everything is too weird!

They obviously have a master.

But I can't remember the person's name, origin, or past life.

Leave no trace.

As if there had never been such a person.

"Escape... run away!"

I don't know who yelled.

The group of people scattered like birds and beasts.

After rolling and climbing, he left the range of Fangcun Mountain.

He didn't even dare to use the air defense technique.

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