I Just Want to Play the Game Quietly

Zhou Wen's eyes flickered strangely, and he was about to activate the pupil of the candle dragon young son, and use the hole candle sight to kill the fierce golden-winged bird.

Who knew that but suddenly heard a loud bang, came from the eyebrow of that Buddha.

The golden-winged bird seemed to be awakened, but did not pursue Zhou Wen any more, and looked up at the big Buddha.

Zhou Wen also looked over, and saw that Leng Zongzheng had already reached the guardian's cocoon. He held a knife in his hand, and the point of the knife pierced the guardian's cocoon.

But inside the guardian's cocoon, there was a hand breaking through the cocoon, grabbing Leng Zong's stab in the past.

That hand glowed with Buddha light, white and clean, and it didn't look strong, but holding the sharp blade, the blade didn't hurt the hand.

"The sound just now is no wonder the sound of the palm breaking from the cocoon?" When Zhou Wenzheng was suspicious, he heard a click again.

The knife in Leng Zong's hand was broken by that hand.

Leng Zong receded, staring diligently at the guardian's cocoon and muttering to himself: "It's too late, has it developed to this point?"

Except for the tyrant Beamon, who was still chasing the monk's clothing and the skull and hammer, everyone stopped and looked at the guardian's cocoon.

Click! Click!

The Guardian continued to shatter, pieces of crystal fragments fell down, and a clean Buddha light emanated from the cocoon.

The Buddha statues throughout the Buddha seemed to come alive at this moment. A golden Buddha statue, whether it was a statue or a sculpture on the wall, heard the sound of chanting.

Throughout the kingdom of Buddhism, the mysterious murmurs echoed like a spell, as if they were praying, and they seemed to be welcoming something.

Along with the mumbled sound, all the Buddha statues rose with golden light. The light gathered toward the center of the Buddha's eyebrows and flowed into the rupturing associated eggs.

Click! Click!

Most of the cocoons formed by the crystal filaments have been broken, and Zhou Wen can already see the creatures in the guardian's cocoon.

It was a bhikkhu wearing a moon-white monk's clothing. It didn't seem to be any different from humans, but on his forehead, he had a white face, crystal like a jade, with spiral patterns.

He sat cross-legged in a cocoon, and countless Buddha lights converged in front of him, turning them into a series of beads, which were automatically connected in front of him into a string of golden beads.

As the light of the Buddha grew more and more, the figure of the Buddha appeared on the beads.

When the guardian's cocoon was completely broken, the string of beads was finally condensed and formed, and fell into the hands of the monk sitting with his eyes closed.

Starting with the beads, the entire Buddhist kingdom was quiet, the mumbles of chanting in general disappeared, and the light of the Buddha disappeared.

"I was born to destroy a Buddha ..." Bhiqiu slowly opened his eyes, and his clean eyes made him feel blasphemy.

However, with the sound of that bhikkhu, all the Buddha statues in the entire Buddhist kingdom were shattered, and even the statue of the giant Buddha up to a thousand feet collapsed.

The entire statue of Buddha is being torn apart, sinking slowly in the void.

The monk's clothing skeleton and the gold-winged bird shivered, holding the beads to their hands, and praying like a monk who exudes the light of the Supreme Buddha.

Bhikkhu held the bead in one hand, and pressed it with one hand in the air.

I saw a huge palm print on the land of the Buddha Kingdom, and wanted to continue to attack the monk Bemon, the monk's clothing skeleton, and was shot into the earth.

Zhou Wen was deceived, and quickly took the tyrant Beamon back. Fortunately, the tyrant Beamon was not killed, but was injured.

However, in the state of absolute power, he was forcibly suppressed and injured a little. The strength of Pichu is horrible.

"Principal, would you like to retreat?" An Sheng asked in horror as he moved quickly inside the constantly falling Buddha.

"There is nowhere to return. He will take care of me. The two of you will take care of it." Leng Zong replied without looking back, and then looked at the bhikkhu and asked, "What's your name?"

"Buddha died," Pichu replied.

Leng Zongzheng did not speak, but on his body, one after another, the gods of light rose up, and those gods of light condensed and formed in front of him, turning into a beautiful goddess in black with a harp.

"Guardian? Headmaster Leng actually has a guardian?" Zhou Wen saw the black goddess holding a harp in front of Leng Zong, and immediately saw her identity, it turned out to be a guardian.

"What name?" Pichu asked, looking at the goddess holding the harp.

"Shenqin." When the goddess answered, her figure had become a streamer, integrated into Leng Zongzheng's body, and a black dress was formed on Leng Zongzheng's body.

The momentum of Leng Zongzheng has also changed dramatically because of the integration of the lyre, like a devil in a dress.

Leng Zong was sitting in the air, and the magic throne had appeared in front of him. The castle-like riser and rows of keys exuded solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

It is different from the throne of the magic piano that Zhou Wen saw last time. This time, the cold throne, because Leng Zongzheng has broken through the **** level with the help of the Shenqin, has become even more horrible. Every key radiates people. The radiance of heartfelt ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Leng Zongzheng pressed his hands on the keys, and the sound of the piano came out from the huge vertical pipe like a castle.

Zhou Wen didn't think there was anything special about that harp, but the beads in the hands of the annihilation of the Buddha were shining brightly, as if fighting against some kind of power.

Zhou Wen didn't have time to listen to the magic of that piano sound, because the golden-winged bird has already rushed to Leng Zongzheng, and it seems to help the Buddha.

Zhou Wen immediately released two golden war halberds, attacked the gold-winged bird from one side, and the golden sword in his hand was also cut off.

The bald parrot, standing on Zhou Wen's shoulder, also yelled at the gold-winged bird: "Little hawk cub ... your father is here ..."

The skull of the monk's clothing also wanted to rush to Leng Zongzheng. An Sheng rushed to stop him, but An Sheng only had a love letter that was mythical. That love letter was far from being the opponent of the monk's clothing skeleton. He could only keep going backwards and dragged on with all kinds of strange skills. Footsteps of the monk costume skull.

Seeing that An Sheng was in danger, Zhou Wen summoned the tyrant Bemon again, and asked it to help An Sheng fight against the monk's clothes and skeletons.

The tyrant Beamon had suffered some injuries just now, but fortunately, the injuries were not serious. After rushing into the collapsed Buddhist kingdom, he immediately reopened his absolute power.

The Skull of the Monk's Clothing didn't know what the reason was, and he dared to meet the tyrant Beamon without fear of death, and at the same time shoved the crystals in his eyes.

As soon as the crystal entered the eye socket, the golden light was immediately released, so that the skeleton of the whole body of the monk's clothing burned a golden flame, as if bathed in the fire of Nirvana.

boom!

The bone fist of the Sangyi skeleton and the fist of the tyrant Beamon rammed together, and they were evenly matched, and no one took advantage of them. The horror shock wave generated by the power collision made the already broken street even more completely destroyed.

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