Journey to the West: Deconstruct Bodhi at the Start, My Mythical Da Luo

Patriarch Bodhi made up his mind, and today he is going to teach him a lesson.

Tianding Buddhism should be prosperous, and all those who dare to stop will be eliminated.

What's more, when has he been criticized in this way?

Those words were all heard by his disciples.

If it is spread to the Three Realms in the future.

His Bodhi Patriarch was ashamed and thrown home!

The most important thing is that the stone monkey is outside at this time. If you don't show a few hands today, I'm afraid this monkey will not be obedient in the future.

"Young boy, since you said that I am a fake Patriarch Bodhi, I will show you today if I am a real Patriarch Bodhi!"

The Patriarch Bodhi condensed the magic power in his palm, and saw that his hand was the center of the circle, and there was a strong wind around him.

The power of the entire Fangcun Mountain gathered in the palm of Bodhi Patriarch's palm.

He was brewing a thunder blow.

The monkeys and the many disciples of Bodhi Patriarch standing aside were swept by the wind and fell left and right. In a hurry, Sun Wukong grabbed a strand of Ye Qingyang's clothes and was not blown away by the wind.

Ye Qingyang's complexion was as usual.

The other party made a lot of ruthless words just now.

But he sounded no threat at all.

The current violent wind is nothing but a trick for ordinary gas refiners in his view.

There is no threat to him.

He is dignified, although he is not a powerful person, but he can never be afraid of a little Qi training monk!

Not only Ye Qingyang, but even the white cat beside him opened his mouth and yawned. He was still lying on Ye Qingyang's legs and dozed off? ! !

The ancestor Bodhi saw everything in his eyes, and his face became more gloomy.

This is not putting him in the eyes at all!

At this moment, just above Ye Qingyang, a huge palm phantom suddenly appeared.

Beside this phantom palm of the hand, there are dark clouds.

It looks like an aura of ruining the world.

For a time, the mountains were turbulent, the peaks and forests collapsed, and the birds and beasts nearby whispered and fled everywhere.

Seeing this situation, these apprentices ran into the three-star cave with difficulty one by one against the strong wind.

I want to do my best to avoid disaster.

They understand the strength of their master.

Even looking at the entire Three Realms, I'm afraid it is also the pinnacle one.

Now furiously shot.

I am afraid that even the entire square inch mountain will be destroyed.

The monkey didn't panic when he saw such a situation.

He tightly grasped a corner of Ye Qingyang's clothes.

It was determined that this talent was a real great supernatural power.

So when faced with such an astonishing vision, there was no trace of worry in my heart.

He blinked his eyes and looked at the young man curiously.

"When you die, you don't know how to repent! Now no one can save you! No matter what you are, you will go to hell today!" Bodhi ancestor said viciously.

At the same time, make up his mind.

Go to the underworld in person.

Explain the ten temples of Yama, and drive this person's soul into eighteen levels of hell.

Suffer the pain of thousands of arrows piercing the heart.

Ye Qingyang still looks as usual.

Even a little...impatient.

Why are people nowadays, the less capable they are, the more they like some bells and whistles.

Pretending to be quasi saint, but pretending to be decent.

It is no wonder that these disciples have been deceived for so many years.

What can you learn by following this old guy.

A few gusts of breeze caused them to stand unsteadily, and they were not as good as their own pet cats.

"Hey!" Ye Qingyang sighed.

He sighed, sighing that these people didn't know the strength of Quasi-Sage at all.

It is as if the peasants always imagine the emperor’s house to hoe the ground with a golden hoe.

The quasi-saint is not only more powerful in mana, but also simple in grand vision.

Don't talk about the quasi saint, even him, Da Luo.

All have been able to achieve the only true self, beyond the long river of time and space.

What kind of power should the quasi saint be.

He couldn't even imagine it.

What's more, a few little monks who have not yet become immortals?

"It's just quack tricks." Ye Qingyang shook his head and said.

When Bodhi Patriarch heard this, his anger was even more violent.

What a big tone!

The big hand in the sky, with an aura of thunder, fell straight down from the sky in this way.

Wherever the big hand passed, the void began to appear distorted.

On the verge of collapse.

Those disciples who were on the sidelines just looked at this giant hand, and they had a thrilling feeling.

They can't imagine what pressure Ye Qingyang is facing, facing the giant hand!

I can only hold my breath and wait for the farce to end.

In their imagination, that crazy young man would not even scream.

It will be directly banished and turned into powder.

If the Bodhi ancestors are merciful.

It can also leave his soul and let him go to reincarnation.

But they didn't wait for anything.

At the moment when the giant palm was pressed down, Ye Qingyang just slowly lifted his left hand and made an upward push against the air.

An incredible scene happened.

The power that had just returned to the thunderbolt disappeared in an instant.

The dark clouds in the sky also gradually disappeared, and the gust of wind stopped abruptly.

As if nothing happened.

Bodhi Patriarch's thunder strike disappeared invisible.

Everyone looked at each other and couldn't believe their eyes.

What happened just now happened too fast.

What happened?

Why did the earth-shattering vision suddenly disappear? ! Not only these people couldn't believe it, but even Bodhi Patriarch himself was incredible. His power of thunder was resolved by the young man in front of him raising his hand?

Among the Three Realms, only saints can have such a cultivation base!

But there are only six saints, where did such a hairy boy come up?

It's all about breaking his barrier.

He also raised his hand and broke his full strength with one blow.

How terrible!

"Where are you sacred?" Bodhi ancestor said sensibly.

"I, I am also a person in this square inch of the mountain, speaking of it as your neighbor." Ye Qingyang said leisurely.

"What?! Impossible! When I came to Fangcunshan, there was no one here! There was only a dilapidated thatched cottage!" said Bodhi Patriarch.

"Yes! That's mine... well, the dojo." Ye Qingyang was a little embarrassed.

Dignified Luo Jinxian used a simple thatched hut as a dojo, and it was a bit shameful to say it.

Of course he knew that this was not the case. There was a cave in the thatched house.

However, he immediately comforted himself: "The great way is simple, and the great way is simple. Don't pay attention to these details, otherwise, wouldn't it be on the same level as this group of swindlers?"

The ancestor of Bodhi was also a little confused.

Are people really living in that broken thatched cottage? Still a man of great background!

(The new book asks for all kinds).

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