Invincible little uncle

Chapter 112 116. Sky Collapse (Third Change)

The heart of the West Lake.

The first Huangpu family.

Huang Pu Ba, who was dressed as a scholar, and Huang Pu Xi, the leader of the head army in black, sat in the lobby with worried faces.

"It's been half a month, and the tyrant and the younger sister are in the blessed land of Langhuan.
To tell you the truth, originally, my younger sister was going to recruit the most outstanding person in the world in two years, but I had planned to let that young man join my royal family.

You and I both know that little sisters are extremely important.

But now, she is dedicated to serving the tyrant, and the tyrant has taken my blessed land of Langhuan as his own, obviously for the sake of improving her skills, what should I do. "

He couldn't beat him, and he couldn't drive him away. Huang Puba was helpless.

Even the ferocious Huang Puxi who was dressed in black didn't know what to say. He could hold his head up to fight people, but when he went south with that halberd, he almost slaughtered the entire Jiangnan Road and all the heroes gathered from all directions. That tyrant is really useless and useless.

At this moment, there was a servant's noise outside the door.

The gloomy sky suddenly showed a golden luster, and the two looked at each other, and then they also jumped up, each holding Xiaoyao San, hooked sickle and ran towards the door, as soon as they left the hospital, the smell of blood came to the nostrils, but On the West Lake at the end of the line of sight, I saw an ascetic monk stepping on the green and tender reeds, with his hands clasped together, coming from south to north.

There is a looming golden brilliance all over him, as if accompanied by the soft sound of the Sanskrit, but the Buddha came in person, so that the Buddha's light dyed a golden road, a sacred path.

The light of Buddha came from the south.

The monk crossed the lake with a reed.

Expert!
Huang Puba and Huang Puxi looked at each other, and they naturally had some calculations in their hearts.

It is also a gesture of greeting with clasped palms together.

The ascetic monk was still hundreds of meters away, but the straw sandal lightly tapped the reed on the water, and the whole person jumped away, in mid-air, just like the real dhyana.

It was so close that he no longer needed to ask for directions.

This is the arrival of the only Jade Buddha Statue left in Luluo Temple.

The emperor of a country of mere mortals blasphemed Fengyue Zenna, and if he abandoned it, he abandoned it. If there are pious people in the future, they may not show mercy, give mercy, and be born again, and have another big battle with that demon country .

But the people on this land didn't know what to do. They attacked overnight and burned 63 Zenna Jade Buddha statues, leaving only one. This is an insult and a real blasphemy.

In this way, let alone Fengyue Zena, even the other Buddhas also became angry.

The wrath fell from the sky.

Even Monk Yiye who bestowed Buddha's light on the world and traveled all over the world, even if necessary, even if he lowered his real body, he would destroy the chief culprit.

The locking ring of the Zen stick rang loudly, and the ascetic monk closed his eyes and followed the wind with his body.

On the ground, Huangpuba and Huangpuxi looked at each other, but they both showed hope. This level of strength is no longer in the realm of the world, is it the real Zen that came to the world?

So come to subdue demons?
There was a gleam in the eyes of the two of them.

Turning around again, I saw that the ascetic monk had already flown to the sky above Langhuan blessed land with the wind, the golden light became more and more intense, like a burning sun, a sacred aura that mortals couldn't look at, suddenly radiated.

A hand of Buddha's light appeared in the sky.

The anger of Channa turned into golden light that burns the sky.

That hand is getting bigger and thicker, and there are even strips of paper patterns that look like Buddhist scriptures wrapped around it, like chains swimming swiftly like snakes, hovering over that golden bergamot hand.

Everyone in the first Huangpu family only felt a coercion of heaven and earth coming down. It was the wrath of the Buddha, with compassion and anger. Now that they have walked through the vast land and come here, they want to subdue the invincible Disrespectful devil!
The mortals couldn't help but prostrate on the ground, looking at each other in awe.

"Is there really a Buddha in this world?"

"There are demons, so naturally there are Buddhas. Now Zena has come to save the common people."

"We are saved, and this world will definitely return to normal."

"Zana, save the common people in this world, save this precarious river and lake."

"Kill him, kill that tyrant!"

Whether it's the Huangpu family in the center of the West Lake, or the entire Jiangnan Road across the lake, you can clearly see a huge bergamot in the sky, hanging down heavily like a suppression.

Countless prayers, countless blessings, and countless beliefs seem to have turned into motivation, making the bergamot's light even more blazing.

Even the ascetic monk, or the jhana bestowed on this leaf monk, never thought of such a situation. This is the blessing of faith. This kind of blessing gains power, and the way of heaven will not regard it as crossing the boundary.

madness.

They just came to avenge the destruction of the statues, but they thought they were here to save them.

If Zena has evil thoughts, I am afraid that he will think like this.

Boom boom boom!
The mountain-like Buddha's palm was pressed down, mud and rocks splashed, trees were uprooted, and the water flow began to be shaken by strong pressure.

At this moment, both the Huangpu family and the entire Jiangnan Road outside the West Lake suddenly felt a great determination and great ambition.

There seemed to be a man's deep voice vaguely.

"I would like to bring a big halberd to slaughter the gods and Buddhas like pigs and dogs. I don't want to live forever, and I don't care about hegemony, but I can divide the egret Shenzhou into two!"

As soon as the voice fell, a black shadow shot up into the sky, but compared to that bergamot, it was really insignificant like an ant.

But this mere ants, in an instant, threw out a huge black crescent moon from Fang Tian's painted halberd, and flew towards the bergamot!

Hand over hand, tit for tat.

Suddenly, everyone had a strange feeling in their hearts, as if they were secretly hoping that the tyrant could win, because he seemed to be fighting back with human strength.

Of course, more of them were coldly snorting and laughing at being overconfident.

When the real Buddha came, he didn't kneel down and beg for mercy, but he resisted defiantly, it was really hopeless.

The dark crescent moon meets the bergamot.

With a bang, Crescent Moon shattered without any suspense!
The bergamot was only a little bit dim.

boom!
The bergamot's golden light slapped to the end, and the monk with a look of compassion met the eyes of King Shenwu who jumped up to fight.

Those are a pair of quiet eyes with great ambitions, which are somewhat different from the demons in imagination.

It's a pity that I went the wrong way.

Also doing something wrong.

If you make a mistake, you will be punished.

Not to mention profane jhana?

"Go to reincarnation. After hundreds of thousands of reincarnations, my Buddha is merciful. I'm afraid you can be reborn as a human being. Then you will be more stable." Monk Yiye shook his head, and the Buddha palm on his right hand was no longer restrained, no delay.

Carrying that ridiculous person walking against the sky, he was crushed into the dust.

The entire Langhuan Blessed Land was crushed and shattered by this huge force, and the books and exercises flying all over the sky were all burning in the golden light, like flying butterflies.

Even the ground sank three feet, and the lake overflowed.

But Monk Yiye didn't stretch his brows.

Because he could feel that the palm of the Buddha was not able to capture the bottom layer.

He looked down.

But he saw the prince of the kingdom of mortals with disheveled hair, his right palm resting on the sky, facing the bergamot.

If there is only one person, he will bear this world collapse!

PS: I recommend my friend Wang Chuan's new book "My Sister Has a Demonic Aura". The writing style is magical, romantic, and funny; he is testing the waters this afternoon and hopes to get good results.

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