My Disciples Are All Villains

Luzhou could obviously feel that the red light on Weiming Sword became stronger.

The length seems to increase a little.

grade?

Luzhou has no clear concept.

He raised his hand and moved his mind slightly.

Weiming Sword flew back to the palm of his hand under his command.

Mind again.

Weiming sword turned into black stone ... again into a hammer, knife, halberd ... and other weapons.

It's a pity ... Only when Weiming Sword becomes a sword will there be the strange inscription energy surrounding it.

The sword form is much stronger than other forms.

"This weapon ... is far from the level it should be?"

But now is not the time to study the unknown.

Luzhou stowed the unknown sword.

Look around.

It was quiet around ... even a little scary.

After ensuring safety around.

Luzhou slowly fell.

Let's figure it out a little ... This time, Bai lost two invulnerable shots and did not earn any merit.

He looked at the Qijue array on the ground, and indeed he had lost its luster and there was no trace of operation.

strange.

Luzhou walked in the direction of the magic sword.

Where the original tombstone was torn apart was nothing but eight broken chains and scattered debris.

There were only a few swords on the ground and they were not destroyed.

Of course, the swords that can survive this battle are naturally good swords.

not far away……

The injured practitioners climbed up and scratched their heads toward Landing State.

This is a real gimmick.

"Thank you senior!"

"Thank you master!"

"Regenerate your parents and worship me."

[Ding, received the devotion of 15 people and gained 150 merit points. 】

Hearing this prompt, Luzhou was a little bit crying.

The old man has a long way to do good, and his cultivation is far away ...

The practitioners of the four famous gates are almost dead. The rest of these are small pedigree, not to be afraid.

Luzhou came to the magic sword ...

Just mobilized a vitality--

The distant monk suddenly turned up in the volley ... the double seal was printed, and it fluttered.

His eyes widened and he looked around.

When he saw the surrounding scene clearly, his face showed an incredible expression.

What happened?

How long has it elapsed, the seven smashes are gone, and the magic sword is lying on the ground?

His brain hurts a bit.

The memory returned to his mind in an instant.

He remembered. He came to capture the magic sword ... During the battle, he was knocked down and dropped by the magic sword.

Fortunately, he has Buddha rosary protection.

Did not get that fatal blow.

"Is it you?" Kong Yuan's expression changed from surprise to anger.

"Empty space ..." Luzhou Fuxu.

"Don't try to get your finger on the old man's thing. No matter what method you use to break the seven-strike array ... This magic sword old man must take it away." Kong Yuan knew nothing about what had happened.

"Oh?"

I don't know why, but Luzhou was looking forward to and happy with the survival of space.

Kong Yuan shouted, "Old donor ... Lao Lao is grateful that you can crack the Seven Peer Team. Such swords are only qualified to take away."

Double settled Indian waves.

Luzhou Fuxu said: "The old man said that Zen is Zen, and the devil is the devil ... The devil who is in the devil is not the real Zen ..."

"You are teaching Laoyi to practice?"

Kong Yuan chuckled and didn't remove the double seal, showing an expression of disapproval, "Zuo Xinchan's magic zen is just a child playing house. How can he be compared with the old man. Only the old man can be a demon Zen ... the old man calls the magic Zen second, who dares to call it the first? "

The two seals with huge differences in light are the best proof.

Luzhou shook his head--

"The frog at the bottom of the well ..."

He said in a tone, saying, "The old man will teach you what a magic zen is."

Raise your right hand.

The palm is down first and flips forward.

A faint light lit up in the palm of your hand.

The light rotates counterclockwise.

...

"Ok?"

Kong Yuan felt bad.

Even if the old man in front of him did not have a particularly strong vitality fluctuation, he felt an unspeakable threat.

Nearby practitioners frowned.

"Who is this old gentleman?"

"He can actually compete with Kong Yuan!"

"Buddha fighting inside?"

Thinking of the huge Buddha's golden body just now, they think of the internal fighting of the Buddha.

I remember the other day, the contradiction between Tianxuan Temple and Dakong Temple spread throughout the practice world. Dakong Temple sent people to crusade Tianxuan Temple. Later, I do n’t know why, the four great monks fell, and Tianxuan Temple disappeared collectively. No one has figured out why.

Today's scenes are like the inner fight of the Buddhist gate!

Luzhou stood upright, with a curved arm before it ...

A tiny palm print appeared.

"Little fearless print?"

Kong Yuan couldn't help crying and laughing, showing his disdain, "This is what you call a real magic zen? Old man ... this ... this ..."

Speaking halfway.

When the miniature palm print came near, it suddenly became bigger!

Counting high!

Can small fearless seals become big fearless seals in an instant?

Moreover, it is still a great fearless ink!

He backed up again and again, with a double knot of seal, looking horrified.

When other practitioners saw it, they were stunned ... What a peculiar, yet another dual-meditation practitioner!

When did Buddhism emerge so many masters?

Is there any truth?

Hum!

In the state of double binding, Kong Yuan immediately cast the golden body of the Buddha!

"Intimidation, why can't the old lady ..."

boom!

The fearless seal becomes bigger again!

The Buddha's golden body, like a small pendant, has a larger black palm print in his palm.

A loud noise.

The whole world is quiet.

Luzhou glanced at the ink palm print indifferently.

The ink palm print gradually disappeared.

[Ding, kill a Primordial Robbery target and get 1500 merit. 】

Do not make money or lose money.

But if this continues, he will sooner or later be unable to afford a fatal blow card.

However, Kong Yuan must be killed.

The ink-colored palm print dissipates.

A rosary fell from the air.

[Ding, recycle the Buddha rosary, need to re-refine before using. 】

This is a surprise.

Just wave it.

The Buddha rosary flew back into the palm of his hand.

The head of the four great Buddhist gates is hosted by the Dakong Temple, and the first distant distance of the double meditation in ancient times has fallen.

Jiang Aijian is aggressive!

哐 Dang.

Long Yinjian in his hand fell to the ground.

Xiao Jieer said at the moment: "This is also called the first magic Zen ... oh!"

Jiang Aijian calmed down and quickly picked up his beloved Long Yinjian.

Hold it in your arms and wipe it with your sleeve ...

"The old predecessors will not do it, they will surrender to the world! I Jiang Aijian, no one will accept it ... Only the old predecessors will serve alone!"

The practitioners scratch their heads again.

"Thank you, senior!"

It's a pity that I can't get the merit points repeatedly. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Luzhou ignored those people.

With a wave of his hand, the magic sword on the ground flew into the palm of his hand.

This grip!

A cold chill came from the magic sword.

Sure enough, it is not ordinary!

Luzhou's eyes opened slightly, the magic sword trembled, and he didn't know if he was afraid or wanted to break free of his control.

at this time……

A strange voice came from the martyrdom.

Squeak.

Squeak.

Everyone was attracted by the sound of martyrdom.

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