Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai

Chapter 543: Lu Ya bleeds blood, kills the gun

"Lu Ya, you disappointed me a bit."

Fa Hai dissipated the beam of golden light with a palm.

Taoist Lu Ya became more and more frightened as he fought, he couldn't help but cursed, "Damn, how can this dead bald man's mana be so unpredictable? He is obviously just a bodhisattva. Is it possible that he has left the Ksitigarbha and Guanyin The way? Although a bodhisattva actually has the power of the Buddha?"

With a wave of Fahai monk's robe, the Buddha's light burst like a Wandaoli arrow.

Lu Yadao's body burst into dazzling golden light, and the golden light burned the Buddha's light into nothingness like a flame.

The next moment, Taoist Lu Ya suddenly displayed his supernatural powers and appeared in front of Fahai. The claws grabbed the void, tearing it apart.

Fahai formed the seal of the Fa, and took it with one palm.

Rumble!

The light was dazzling, illuminating the dim demon world brightly.

The Taoist Fahai and Lu Ya retreated a hundred feet each.

Taoist Lu Ya waved his arm, and the real fire of the sun surrounded him, setting off him extremely mighty.

"Fahai, I admit that I underestimated you, but that's what happened to you."

Taoist Lu Ya said stiffly.

Fa Hai chuckled, "Is that really the case? Why does the poor monk think that Taoist Lu Ya is struggling?"

"Fahai, you also don't say these things to disturb this seat's mind, this seat will not take this set."

Taoist Lu Ya's eyes were cold.

Fahai flicked his finger, and the Fumo Zen wand flashed out and turned into a long sword. Fahai raised his hand to push out Hui Jian, and Hui Jian whistled out with his sharp sword aura.

Taoist Lu Ya soared into the air, easily avoiding Hui Jian's attack.

When Fahai raised his finger, Hui Jian immediately turned and rushed away.

Taoist Lu Ya shouted angrily, the real fire of the sun condensed into fire wings behind him, fiercely rolled up towards Hui Jian.

"kill!"

Fahai's eyes dazzled, and he uttered murderous intentions.

The light of Huijian burst out, and its ferocious aura penetrated the fire wings of Taoist Lu Ya.

A rain of fire sprinkled, and the earth was burnt in disarray.

Taoist Lu Ya's face was black and blue.

"Fahai, you angered this seat."

In the next instant, he spit out the real fire from the sun, and the real fire condensed into a fire dragon and slaughtered.

"Naughty animal, do you want to be presumptuous in front of this seat?"

Fahai's eyes flashed with golden light.

He spread his five fingers, his mana turned into a huge Buddha hand and directly captured the fire dragon, crushing it to pieces.

He suddenly raised the second qi in his body, spit out a long way.

The sky is shaking, the sun and the moon hang upside down.

Taoist Lu Ya had a solemn expression, and when the mana dragon was about to rush to him, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed several mana dragons into his abdomen.

His body was shocked by the magical dragon, and it was very scary.

In the past half an incense stick, he gradually recovered.

"Unexpectedly, your Fahai's mana taste is wonderful."

Taoist Lu Ya grinned grimly.

Fahai chuckled lightly, shook the Fumo Zen stick, and the ten thousand Buddha lights whizzed away like a rope, tying him up and unable to move.

"Do you want to trap this seat with these little bugs?"

Taoist Lu Ya sneered, and mana surging from his body, the real fire of the sun burned the Buddha's light, and he quickly got rid of the shackles.

"Taoist Lu Ya, how about another magical power in this seat!"

"How can this seat be afraid."

Fahai shook his palm, Foshan manifested, and threw it out.

Foshan is rising against the storm, and it is beyond measure, and the singing of Sanskrit shocked the sky.

The rioting Yaozu gradually calmed down in the Sanskrit sound.

Fahai raised his hand and slapped it, and Foshan smashed Taoist Lu Ya with his mighty power.

Taoist Lu Ya's mana exploded, and his arms stubbornly pushed Foshan up.

The golden light of Foshan overflowed and became heavier, the land within the radius of the land pressure Taoist continued to crack, and the spiritual energy rioted. His expression became heavier and heavier, his face distorted and looked extremely painful.

Fahai shook the monk's robe, and in a short time, Foshan heard the sound of the trembling dragon, and the mana dragons entwined Foshan and rushed fiercely towards the Taoist Lu.

"Baby, please turn around."

Suddenly, a voice sounded like a reminder.

Fa Hai chuckled, knowing that Taoist Lu Ya had used the Zhanxian Flying Sword.

With the power of his body, even this top-quality innate spirit treasure could not be cut.

Fahai turned his body, and a ray of light flashed in front of his eyes, and for a while, a trace was cut from his body. He stretched out his hand and wiped it, and the trace disappeared immediately.

The Taoist Lu Ya who resisted the power of Foshan saw that Fahai was actually intact under the sword of Zhan Xianfei, and his eyes were full of shock.

Fahai looked at him indifferently, "This glazed glazed body with flawless merit can withstand the attacks of the best innate spirit treasure. Although the Zhanxian Flying Sword is tyrannical, it is a little harder to hurt this seat."

"Fahai, don't be too proud."

Taoist Lu Ya shouted angrily.

"I have never felt proud of suppressing Taoist Lu Ya."

As soon as he said this, Taoist Lu Ya almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

His dignified Prince Golden Crow was so despised.

"Taoist Lu Ya, are you incredibly angry at this moment, wanting to kill this seat quickly?"

Fahai looked at him quietly, "However, it's a pity that you can't do it with your mana."

"Fahai……"

Taoist Lu Ya shouted violently.

At the same time, Foshan's strength suddenly skyrocketed, and he couldn't breathe.

"I forgot to tell you that the more you resist this Foshan, the more your strength grows."

Fa Hai said with a faint smile: "With your current state, I am afraid that within three days, you will be suppressed by Foshan."

"You are dreaming!"

Taoist Lu Ya scolded.

"In that case, I will give you a long memory."

With that said, Fahai manifested the Buddha's Dharma image. The majestic and majestic shore of the sacred and solemn Buddha power pervades, constantly injecting into Foshan. There was a cracking sound from Lu Yadao's body, and all of his bones were crushed by the power of Foshan.

Of course, for Taoist Lu Ya, this is not a big deal, and it's just a matter of thinking to recover.

However, hurting the source is different.

Fa Hai continuously urged his mana, and all the twelve ancestors' magical elements emerged.

Taoist Lu Ya's eyes became red when he saw the Ancestral Witch Faxiang.

"Fahai, you actually got the inheritance of the 12th Ancestor Witch?"

"Just chance."

Fa Haiyun said lightly.

Taoist Lu Ya was filled with grief and anger, already bleeding.

Fa Hai rose into the sky and fell on Foshan.

Suddenly, Taoist Lu Ya was short, and he was almost smashed into the ground.

Fahai sat cross-legged, reciting the mantra.

Sanskrit wraps around Foshan, and the breath of Foshan is getting stronger and stronger, and the space is deformed. The painful howling of Taoist Lu Ya came from below Foshan. However, at this moment, a terrifying killing air spread out from below Foshan, pushing in all directions.

Fahai's eyes sharpened, "This aura..."

"Break it to this seat!"

Lu Yadao made an earth-shaking sound. The next moment, Foshan was shaken, dense cracks emerged, as if to tear Foshan apart.

Fahai rose into the sky, sitting in the void, looking at the savage Taoist Lu Ya.

At this moment, he was holding a spear that filled the sky with evil spirits.

Fahai's eyes were solemn, "I didn't expect that the Godkiller Spear that Luo Hui spent thousands of years to build was in your hands."

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