New White Snake Asking Immortals

A few words of old Huixian hurt all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

The golden Buddha, which is as tall and majestic as a mountain, is still smiling, with a neither happy nor angry expression, but slowly raises its right palm...

The golden fingers spread out and pressed down towards the emerald green bamboo spring mountain...

In an instant, the Zhuquan Temple gang, including the long-faced king, felt the crisis of death. The terrifying pressure came from the huge golden palm on the sky. Temple continued to rush to the battlefield of gods and demons in the sky.

The people in the small town under the mountain were dumbfounded.

Wu's second child, whose forehead touched the ground and prayed devoutly, was patted on the head by his wife, and raised his head angrily and wanted to go crazy.

Then, Wu Laoer, who spent half his life repairing the earth, opened his mouth wide and could not speak.

Everyone has only one idea, how powerful the demon is to attract so many gods and Buddhas, the huge mountain-like palm is slowly passing through the clouds at this moment, the white mist is squeezed like flowing water and separated to the two sides, from the huge fingers passing quickly...

Looking from a farther direction, I saw a palm pressed down obliquely, as if to suppress something.

Old Huixian didn't move, his face was vicissitudes.

The snake demon boy still stubbornly stood in front of the old monk, holding a knife viciously.

Little Shitou's heart was red, he picked up the stone and threw it into the sky.

Iron Ball and Qing Ling were much calmer. Qing Ling held the wine worm and nodded towards Iron Ball, indicating that if nothing could be done, he would immediately dig a hole and hide deep underground. Iron Ball has rich experience in robbing tombs and digging holes. no problem.

The long-faced king with the highest cultivation was confident that he could avoid it, looked at the indifferent old Huixian, and continued to cross his arms.

He intuitively thought that the old monk might be more powerful.

The palm seems to be slow, but it falls very fast, getting bigger and bigger, and even the thin lines of the palm skin can be seen clearly. When the huge palm falls, it is accompanied by a strange and deep sound.

The only one who didn't change his face was Hye Hyun.

Familiar with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, he has been a vegetarian all year round so that his face is disheveled and his cheekbones are high.

Looking up at the huge golden palm, feeling the oppressive wind.

I feel that there is no need for theory. In the end, it depends on the strength. When dealing with weak creatures, I will use language to convince them. When dealing with equally powerful creatures, language has little effect.

With the passage of time, the top of the head has been covered by a huge golden palm, and the sky cannot be seen.

There is a hint of Wuzhishan's suppression.

The wind from high above made the bamboo forest sway and rustle, and the sky above turned completely bright gold.

The range of the giant palm covered the small town under the mountain.

"Ugh……"

A disappointed and helpless sigh.

The long-faced king suddenly looked at the old Huixian, his face was shocked, as if he had seen something incredible, and he remembered the scene when the old monk made a move a long time ago, it is difficult to measure!

Suddenly, the wind calmed down.

Ordinary Zhuquan Mountain, shabby Zhuquan Temple.

In the ruined temple, there are also rusty ancient clocks.

Boom~

The sound of the ancient bell Weng seems to be continuous.

There is no deafening or unbearable oppression, as if it is just an ordinary morning bell, and the birds and bamboo rats in the bamboo forest do not feel any abnormality, as if the gentle wind caressing the hills, it is quiet and natural.

As the bell rang, something shocking happened.

The huge golden palm that could already see the lines covering the sky and covering the sky stopped.

At this time, the golden palm was less than a hundred feet away from Zhuquan Mountain, and the green bamboo forest was almost under the attack of the strong wind. Suddenly, everything was calm.

Immediately afterwards, the golden palm disappeared like dust, starting from the fingertips, gradually dissipating and disappearing to the palm.

The people in the small town were even more terrified, secretly wondering which side of the demon could resist the most powerful Golden Buddha.

The Zhuquan Temple gang was completely dumbfounded.

I believe that the old monk can protect Zhuquan Temple, but I never thought that I could counterattack...

Ordinary people can't see clearly, but they can clearly see that the highest Golden Buddha, which is as big as a mountain in the clouds, has been severely damaged!

On the lotus platform, the golden Buddha, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, neither happy nor sad, was finally moved.

The golden body of the Golden Buddha sitting cross-legged is cracking! Wei'an's body is covered with cobweb cracks, the surrounding precious light is flickering, the bell swayed, the gods and Buddhas all over the sky were shocked, the monks who lacked concentration cried out in pain, and the golden auspicious clouds were also shattered and dissipated by the ringing of the bell!

Hui Xian shook his head and closed his eyes, without defense, and did not continue to launch mysterious attacks.

The bamboo grove was still rustling, and fat bamboo rats swayed to and fro.

The golden clouds all over the sky moved violently, retreating at a faster speed than when they came.

The sky was still golden just now, and the sky was blue in the blink of an eye. The sudden change made many mortals feel uncomfortable, and tried to explain this phenomenon with little knowledge.

The minions of Zhuquan Temple were still in a daze, and old Huixian patted his bald head.

"Take time to contact the monkey benefactor. The gate should be changed. The carpenters in the town are not good enough."

"Okay...okay."

The ant's leg fell out of the iron ball's mouth and didn't pay attention.

Old Huixian turned around and went down the mountain, muttering as he walked.

"Hey, it's not easy for the white dragon to resist evil spirits. The poor monk can't do much. I'll think about erecting a statue of the dragon in the future. Although she doesn't eat incense, um, save more tea leaves..."

The long-faced king looked left and right.

"The yard hasn't been cleaned yet, I have to go back to work."

The little stone's heart gradually cooled down. Looking at the rough stone in his hand, there was no target to smash.

...

The battlefield of gods and demons.

The 300-meter-long white dragon rolls and leaps, grabbing the corpse of the beast with its four claws, sparks splattering and tearing off the flesh brutally, the damage characteristics of the dragon make the corpse unable to recover from the injury, and dragging the corpse of the beast prevents it from returning to the demon clan Great array.

Calculating the time silently, I felt that it was almost time to end the corpse.

The two front paws held down the severely damaged corpse, and opened its dragon mouth to spit dragon flames towards the spine of the corpse!

The incandescent high-temperature dragon flames impacted at close range, destroying the energy contained in the bones.

Claws hard.

Violently tore off the head of the beast's corpse.

After staring at the head that had lost its energy, it was found that it was not edible at all, and no one was interested in carrion unless it was a vulture.

It seems that I have been working in vain for so long, and I can't make ends meet.

With the claws, throw away the huge head.

The battlefield was incomparably chaotic, and the two armies had been fighting to this day.

Some surrounding monsters who can withstand the dragon's power are desperately attacking from a long distance. A mess of evil magic spells, arrows, knives and guns hit the dragon scales. The difference in cultivation base is too large. Such a boring move is only made by a madman with a lowered IQ.

The old army teamed up to fight the enemy, and the generals around the giant white dragon spontaneously attacked those monsters that were disrespectful to the dragon.

The undulating Shenlong seems to be in a daze.

Too lazy to pay attention to those attacks that are not considered attacks, and meditate on things.

A certain devil thought that although Bailong won, it must not be easy, and he must have been severely injured by the corpse of a fierce beast. He felt that he must be seriously injured and was recovering from his injuries, and the golden opportunity should not be missed, so he tiptoed under Bailong's mouth.

However, being stepped on by the dragon's claws into gray-black meatloaf...

Occasionally, the dragon's tail swayed randomly, easily sweeping away a large number of monsters.

In fact, Bai Yujun was just watching the future in detail, trying to pinpoint the time to prepare for the next battle.

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