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"Big sadness, don't you forget the poor monk?"

When the Great Tragedy Demon grabbed the fragment of the gourd gourd, the golden Buddha light shone. The young monk folded his hands and smiled.

"Well? You monk are quite capable."

The Great Tragedy Demon turned to look at the young monk with a look of surprise on his face, "My Da Bei curse can't move your Zen heart? Monk, who are you?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk Jin Chanzi!"

The handsome monk with red lips and white teeth smiled and saluted the Great Sad Demon King, "Devil, this thing has a destiny with the poor monk, please also give the Demon to me!"

"Jin Chanzi?"

Hearing this name, the Da Bei Demon frowned, "Central wife-in-law world, big disciple under the Buddha Buddha seat, Jin Chanzi?"

"The name is not enough, the little monk is Jin Chanzi."

Jin Chanzi was still smiling, unhurried, light and windy.

"Even if it is under the door of a saint, it is delusional to want this seat to be captured."

The sorrowful monarch screamed loudly, and the jade flute in his hand burst into a slamming flute, as if all beings were crying, as if the heavens and the earth were in grief.

Doing his best to cast the Great Tragedy Curse, the Great Tragedy Demon is not in love, but ... turns and runs.

Even if the Great Tragedy Demon is self-confident, he is not confident that he can do it like the big disciple Jin Chanzi. This is a legend of the saints, one of the hardest people in the flood world and the hardest in the background.

Da Bei De Mo Jun is a disciple of the ancestors of Minghe. Compared with ordinary monks, the background is really hard. But compared to the door of the saint, then nothing.

Don't run ... waiting to be arrested to suppress the millennium, eat Zhai Nian every day?

"Amitabha, why is the donor obsessed?"

The Da Bei Demon turned and ran, but found out ... Jin Chanzi suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I realize you!"

The sorrowful roar of the Great Demon Demon smashed the jade flute in his hand.

"burst!"

"Self-exploding," this is the Spoiled River. The Great Tragedy Demon King seems to have obtained the true meaning. This trick is a self-defeating magic weapon, no matter the timing or the decision, it is very demeanor of Minghe.

"Boom!"

With a blast, the sorrowful monarch blew his jade magic weapon.

Then ... without turning back, just run away!

"Donor, the endless sea of ​​bitterness is the shore!"

After just running out, Jin Chanzi, who was full of golden light, appeared in front of her again. It seemed that the magic weapon had just exploded just now. It had no effect on Jin Chanzi at all.

"Damn!"

The Buddha came to pass on his disciples.

Suddenly, the Da Bei Demon had a sense of powerlessness, and said, "I am afraid I can't take this piece of scattered gourd!"

Even if I do n’t get it, it wo n’t make you feel better!

Thinking of this, the Great Sad Demon King gritted his teeth and yelled from the sky: "The relic of the red cloud, the smashed gourd fragments were born!"

The mighty voice spread across the wild, and heard Jiuxiao.

"Red Cloud Relic?"

"Scattered gourd fragments?"

"Peerless chance!"

After the roar was over, everyone heard the news near the two circles. Combining the previous rumors, the birth of Zhibao is indeed true!

All the lights came up into the sky, and howling rushed up.

"Amitabha……"

Seeing such a scene, Jin Chanzi's face was bitter and his mouth was sighed with a long sigh.

"Hey! Even if you don't get this seat, don't worry about it!"

The sorrowful devil sneered, grabbed the fragments of Sanhu Gourd, smashed the light toward the rear, and smashed it severely, "Here are the fragments of Sanhu Gourd!"

"Ah? Sanhu gourd fragments?"

"Mine! Mine!"

When the Great Tragedy Devil smashed Sanhu Gourd into the crowd, there was a sudden chaos in the crowd.

Fight, fight, fight, mess up.

"Amitabha!"

With a compassion on his face, Jin Chanzi stepped out and stepped into the place where everyone was fighting.

Like golden water waves, the mighty Buddha light burst out, covering all the monks around. Every monk was shrouded in a golden light curtain.

This is the "King Kong Guardian Charm". Not an attack spell, but an excellent blessing spell.

However, after the blessing of "King Kong Bodyguard", it cannot be moved.

A roll of golden light, thousands of monks, one by one as gold statues, fixed in midair.

"Amitabha, poor monks are not good at fighting, please forgive me."

With a smile on his face, Jin Chanzi reached out and grasped the scattered gourd fragments in his hand.

"Damn!"

"Thief bald!"

"Jack!"

A group of casual practitioners imprisoned jumped angrily and scolded.

Jin Chanzi smiled and turned a deaf ear.

"Fate with you? The thief is bald, let me go!"

Suddenly, a terrible burst of drinking sounded, and the demon was soaring.

A majestic spirit, like the pillar of Optimus, straight into the sky. The boundless breath is overwhelming.

The wind screamed, the wind rose, the lightning flashed.

Between the world roaring, a huge figure appeared in the air.

It was a huge black giant.

"The Devil King ..."

Seeing this figure, a terrifying scream rang around.

Jilei Mountain, the ox demon king, is fiercely famous, and it is a world of great power.

This peerless demon appeared, scaring the monks near Liangjieguan with a pale face and trembling.

"Is that stupid bullhead dying in the hands of this thing? Red Cloud Relic? Sanhu Gourd Shard? Very good! It's mine!"

The demon wind roared, and the huge black cow turned into a **** man with two horns in the first place, and a flashing body appeared in front of Jin Chanzi.

"Jin Chanzi?"

A pair of red bulls eyes stared at Jin Chanzi, and his nostrils sprayed rough gas. The Bull Devil grinned, "I heard that you guys can't beat people, they can only be beaten. They claim they can't be killed? My king wants to try Are you really dead? "

A mixed iron rod like a giant pillar appeared in his hand, curled up high, and slammed it down against Jin Chanzi.

"Amitabha!"

Jin Chanzi shook his head helplessly, folded his hands together, declared the Buddha, and intertwined the light of the Buddha, turned into a golden lotus, and firmly protected the Jin Chanzi.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, the bull iron king's mixed iron rod slammed heavily on the golden light lotus manifested by Jin Chanzi, making a loud noise.

Under one blow, Jin Chanzi was like a ping-pong ball ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and was hit by a bull devil and flew out.

However ... the golden cicadas in the golden light were suddenly unscathed.

"It's so hard-working!"

The Bull Devil grinned, spit into his hand, grabbed the iron rod, raised it high, and smashed it with a stick.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Just like "beating the gopher", the bull devil slammed his stick and smashed it, shaking the earth, shaking the mountain, and smashing the golden cicada.

It's a pity ... still unable to move.

"Yes, the movement is already great. It's time for the poor to play!"

In the two circles, a figure wearing a green robe and full of blue clouds walked out of Guancheng.