Villain: Overturn the table, I don’t want to play anymore!

The two of you came out with a rag on your mouth?

Do you still think I am a human being?

What kind of robbers are two saints? !

Then he looked at Zi Xiao who was standing aside.

You don't respect me! ! ! At least they had a rag on their mouths, but you came out so openly?

"Why are you looking at me, old bald donkey?"

Zi Xiao spread his hands, looking nonchalant: "I didn't say anything, and I wasn't the one who robbed you, so I just passed by to see the excitement, isn't it okay?"

"That's right!"

Yao Guang Saint Lord came to Zi Xiao's side, patted his shoulder, and said to Wu Xiang Saint Lord in a proud tone: "I see that this young man and I have a connection, so I specially allowed him to watch me rob here! Hurry up, take out the Qian Kun Ring for me!"

"This is intolerable!!!"

The veins on Wu Xiang Saint Lord's forehead bulged, and his patience had reached its limit after being insulted several times.

A dignified Saint Lord, and a Buddhist cultivator at the Saint Realm, you insult me ​​like this, do you really think I'm a soft persimmon? !

Boom!!!

Between heaven and earth, the Buddha's light was shining.

Golden lotus platforms appeared around Wu Xiang Saint Lord, and he looked solemn and full of compassionate light at this moment.

Chanting Amitabha, he put his hands together, and streams of light surrounded him, and the sound of Sanskrit resounded throughout the world.

"Oh! You dare to resist!"

The Holy Lord Yaoguang was slightly surprised when he saw this scene, and then he clenched his fists, making a crackling sound.

The Holy Lord Tianji on the side took out the whisk with black gas, and the breath on his body was weird and dark.

"Beat him!"

Accompanied by the angry shout of the Holy Lord Yaoguang, he and the Holy Lord Tianji rushed forward.

The three flowers of Buddha, Demon and Tao gathered at the top of the head.

Countless calamity clouds rolled in.

The will of the saints affects the world, so when the three people made a move, it was a great destruction.

The mountains, rivers, grass and trees were all destroyed. In the sky, thunder descended, the sound of Buddha was everywhere, the sea of ​​weak water appeared, and the flowers of the road bloomed. This was the evolution of Tao rhyme.

Zixiao's hand flashed.

A shield full of ancient and powerful aura was erected in front of him.

The shield had knife marks, sword marks, and gun marks, and it was obvious that it had experienced countless battles.

He was now at the peak of the Mahayana period.

The three saints attacked at the same time, and the might might affect him, so he directly sacrificed the reward that the system had given him.

Immortal Shield!

As the name suggests, the Immortal Shield is surrounded by the aura of immortality. Even the fluctuations caused by the three saints' bombardment could not hurt him at all.

The sky is round and the earth is square.

Where the Immortal Shield covers, Zixiao is invincible.

He even took out the enlightenment tea from the storage space and tasted it carefully.

The three saints fought with great might.

But it can be seen that the Saint Master Wuxiang has been suppressed all the time. The three of them are saints and have the same realm, but the Saint Master Tianji and the Saint Master Yaoguang are obviously the best of their generation.

Otherwise, it would not be such a headache.

These two people joined hands, and the fact that Wuxiang Saint Lord could still hold on was already a gift from him.

"Asshole! You two have no martial ethics!"

"I'm going to hit you! I'll make you arrogant! I'll make you unconvinced!"

The moves of Tianji Saint Lord and Yaoguang Saint Lord were fatal. If Wuxiang Saint Lord was not careful, he might die here.

And he had to use his spiritual power to protect the remaining disciples, which was very frustrating.

The battle did not last long at all, and Wuxiang Saint Lord was knocked to the ground by a whisk.

Accompanied by a roar.

A deep pit appeared on the ground, and Wuxiang Saint Lord fell into it. Although he was not seriously injured physically, his mind was obviously severely traumatized, and his eyes were staring straight at the sky.

Bang bang...

Yaoguang Saint Lord and Tianji Saint Lord also fell to the ground.

Seeing the expression of Wuxiang Saint Lord, not only did he not have any sympathy, but Yaoguang Saint Lord even took out a big stick from the Qiankun Ring.

This big stick looked similar to Yan Linger's, and was obviously made together, but his was just bigger.

Holding the big stick, Yaoguang Saint Lord came directly to Wuxiang Saint Lord.

"I see that your disciple's head shape is more similar to the ancient Buddha. In order to help you comprehend the Buddhist principles as soon as possible, I will help you make the same one!"

After saying that, Yaoguang Saint Lord held the big stick and pointed it at Wuxiang Saint Lord's head.

Bang bang

Bang bang...

A series of blows caused dust to fly up from the ground.

Zixiao came to the huge pit carelessly, looking at the Wuxiang Saint who was being beaten continuously below.

"Tsk tsk... so cruel..."

Yaoguang Saint saw Zixiao's figure and said in surprise: "Junior brother... ah! No! My friend, it's not appropriate for you to just stand there and watch, how about you come and have some fun too?"

"..."

Wuxiang Saint had obviously accepted his fate, but his eyes were fixed on Zixiao, full of resentment.

"Damn it!"

Zi Xiao rolled up his sleeves and came directly to the side of the Holy Lord Yaoguang. He took the big stick made of special materials and cursed at the Holy Lord Wuxiang: "You bald donkey, why are you always staring at me! I told you, I was just passing by!"

"Are you targeting me? Okay, you heard it too. This is someone's invitation. I can't refuse. That's why I hit you. It has nothing to do with the Holy Land of Yaoguang."

After that, Zi Xiao swung the big stick with both hands and smashed it hard on the head of the Holy Lord Wuxiang.

Dang! ! !

Good head!

Zi Xiao praised, and then ignored the other party's cannibalistic eyes, and smashed it again and again.

The Mahayana period is definitely not a defense for the saint, but it doesn't matter, there are two Lao Liu next to him.

What's more, the big stick in Zi Xiao's hand is made of special materials.

Soon, the round head of the Wuxiang Saint Lord turned into a tower of flesh lumps.

"Well, it looks much better this way. I'm not saying anything bad about you. If you don't make your head look like this, how can you say you are a Buddhist?!" Zixiao said with a mocking look.

"That's right! Look at my junior brother... Look at how nice the little friend is. He even gave you a hairstyle! But you are always resenting the little friend. What kind of Buddhist is that? Pah!"

The Yaoguang Saint Lord spit on the Wuxiang Saint Lord's head.

The latter's eyes completely lost their brilliance at this moment.

He spread his hands and said, "Kill me, kill me, it's too torturous."

"Kill you?"

The Tianji Saint Lord sneered, "We only rob money and don't kill people! Hurry up, hand over the Qiankun Ring to me!"

The Wuxiang Saint Lord tilted his head slightly and said faintly, "Not killing people? My disciple..."

Dang!

Before he could finish his words, he was hit on the head again.

The Wuxiang Saint Lord glared at Zixiao: "Why did you hit me with this stick?!"

"Sorry, sorry, my hand slipped, and I just noticed that your hair shape has some flaws, so I fixed it for you."