Supreme Beauty, I summon the heroes to establish the Supreme Divine Dynasty

"How dare you, you bastard!" the old monk with red eyebrows shouted angrily.....Oh, he is bald and has no hair...The three corpses jumped in anger, and smoke came out of their seven orifices.

The blood-red Buddha light on his body surged, and he tried his best to resist the powerful and brutal impact of magic power.

Even if he was a great master in the Dharma Realm, he could not withstand being stabbed in the arms and exploded close to him. His internal organs were boiling, his chest and ribs were crackling, and blood was flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

When the old monk was shocked and angry, an evil wind roared behind him. By the time he realized that the person coming was not friendly, it was too late.

Boom~

Two fists as big as water tanks slammed heavily on his back, and the impact of Ximen Xiaorou's self-explosion hit him from the front and back, doubling the power.

The red-browed old monk could no longer bear it, and spit out a mouthful of blood, his face extremely pale.

"Damn it, you damned evildoers, you all will not die well."

The kind eyes of the old monk were gone, and his bloody old face was hideous.

He stretched out his hand, pulled off the long rosary hanging around his neck, and threw it back.

The 108 beads suddenly glowed brightly, and expanded in an instant. There were gusts of cold wind and ghosts howling.

Looking at it now, those were not rosaries at all, but 108 baby skulls less than three days old, each of which had grown to the size of a chestnut, laughing strangely, and choosing people to devour, and swarmed towards the tall giant who had succeeded in the sneak attack from behind.

Long Batian had a cold face, and instead of retreating, he advanced, raised his big foot, and stomped viciously on the old monk's shiny bald head.

But in this moment, the red-browed old monk had recovered, and the blood-colored Buddha light on his body was steaming, like a blood flame burning the sky, dyeing half of the sky red.

"Ah! Mi! Tuo! Buddha!"

He recited the Buddha's name word by word, gritting his teeth. He raised one hand, which was strong enough to hold up a mountain, and blocked Long Batian's kick.

Without waiting for the giant to withdraw his legs and change his tactics, the old monk bent the five fingers of his other hand, made a Vajra fist seal, and punched upwards with all his strength.

A thick golden light went up along the trouser legs and hit the target with lightning speed. Jiang

Hao, who was watching from a distance, tightened his legs and took a breath of cold air.

What a domineering punch, what a vicious attack, Long Dasha was going to die.

Bang~

The explosion shook the void.

Long Batian, who was more than ten feet tall and looked like an ancient giant, didn't even scream.

His whole body exploded from his crotch and turned into scattered stardust.

Another fake body!

The old monk with red eyebrows was furious. He stood up suddenly, his eyes rolled up, and his fierce light was about to turn into reality.

He stared at the other people on the top of the mountain.

The chicken prince shuddered and urinated directly.

Facts have proved that even a strong man in the Divine Mansion Realm cannot control the excess waste water in his body without a faucet.

"It has nothing to do with me. I, I don’t know anything."

The wretched old man Xin Zhensong and the owner of Giant Rock Island Zhang Fengnian beside him all looked bitter, as if they were more uncomfortable than eating feces.

What an unexpected disaster!

Who the hell knows what happened? They were fighting side by side just now, but how come the two companions turned into fake bodies in the blink of an eye and attacked this Dharma Realm master?

Without saying anything, just looking at the bloody and fleshy mess between the old monk’s waist and abdomen, his internal organs visible, his spine collapsed behind him, and his face covered in blood, you can tell how angry he is.

"Senior, please calm down. We are our real selves, not that weird fake body. We don’t want to be your enemy!"

"Me too, senior, please don't get angry, you killed a good man by mistake!"

On the ancient pine tree at the edge of the cliff, the lamp-holding envoy was horrified, and only then did he react, and flew close to the red-browed monk,

"Are you okay, Your Majesty? Who on earth is so bold as to attack and kill our Holy Dharma King? He deserves death, and his crime is unforgivable!"

"Stop, if you dare to come any closer, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The red-browed monk's eyes were wide open, and his bloody murderous aura was like substance.

He stared at the lamp-carrying envoy with a cold and violent gaze, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

The lamp-carrying envoy's face changed, and he took a long breath.

"The Red Eyebrow Dharma King is here, and I, the Light-carrying Divine Envoy, pay my respects to the Dharma King.

I am the original Buddha, and I have the protection of the Old Mother. No one can impersonate me."

"Is this really the case? How can you prove it?"

"this......"

The lamplight angel was speechless. How can I prove this? How can I know this?

"I recognize you, the King of Dharma. I am the only one who knows your true identity among all the people present."

The King of Dharma, Chimei, sneered and said nothing.

"This sentence is a lie, right? If others don't know my identity, then those two fake bodies must be crazy to attack me.

It's obvious that my enemy is hiding behind me."

The lamplight angel saw this and reacted, smiling awkwardly.

"I also know that you are the oldest of the four great Dharma Kings of the Holy Religion and the uncle of the Purple Eyed Dharma King, but what is your relationship with her?...that...Not too good.

By the way, the Purple Eyed Dharma King and the Golden Spear Dharma King have an even worse relationship, like water and fire."

The Red Eyebrow Dharma King nodded slightly.

What the lamp holder said were all secrets of the Wusheng Sect. Except for the high-level members of the sect, no one else should know.

But this secret realm is weird, and the fake body is even more bizarre, as if it can even steal memories. Thinking of this, he was a little unsure.

While he was hesitating, a whistle sounded in the distance, and three escape lights entangled and collided with each other, rushing towards this side.

"Hahaha, where are those old bastards who were against me yesterday? I'm back again!

Long Batian, come out and die quickly, look who I brought with me, and this time I'll show your true colors."

The ears of Prince Wuji, who had wet his pants because he couldn't control himself just now, moved.

The sound was like a piercing devil's sound entering his brain, which scared him so much that his one leg trembled, and his bladder, which was obviously dry, contracted again, and a few tears flowed out again.

""Jiang Hao, why is there another one? Are you going to let the poor man live? Why is my life so miserable!"

No one paid attention to Ximen Xi's self-pity. Everyone on the top of the mountain looked up at the same time.

They saw a Jiang Hao holding a sword in the sky, swaying towards them.

In the moment of rushing on the road, he did not forget to slash two swords behind him, and the two escape lights that followed him were so angry that they cursed loudly, but had to separate and avoid.

"Dragon Tyrant!"

""Night Watcher!"

Xin Zhensong and Zhang Fengnian exclaimed, then looked at each other, and suddenly retreated and distanced themselves.

This place was too weird, true and false, and no one else could be trusted except themselves.

At this time, three beams of light also came to the top of the mountain, scanning the whole place, and everyone was shocked.

"Lord Red Eyebrow Dharma King, how did you get hurt? Who here has the guts to hurt you?"

The Night Watcher's face changed drastically, and he was about to land when he was blocked by a red-robed figure.

"Wait a minute, answer the questions first and prove your identity!"

"What? What do you mean, the lamplighter?

The lamplighter sneered.

"After so many days here, I think you also know the weirdness of this secret place.

If you want us to believe you, you must first prove that you are really the night watchman."

The face of the night watchman was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He knew the worry of the lamplighter, but how could he prove to an outsider that he was himself?

Should he ask his cheap parents to identify him personally?

But they have been dead for nearly three hundred years!

The graves can't be found!