Chapter 137 Super God

"Automatic cultivation of martial arts: I became a Buddha Emperor in the Demon Sect ()"

The mysterious man's voice is neutral.

Androgynous.

The four of the Yin-shou old men had ugly expressions on their faces and did not answer.

In this world, there is only one person who can cultivate so many demons and become sword formations!

Underworld Ghost Sect!

Lu Li!

"Do you know how much one plus one is?"

At this time, a hundred feet away, the mysterious man standing on the cliff asked again.

"..."

There was a trace of surprise on the faces of the four Yin-Gao old people with despair and fear.

What the hell is Lu Li trying to do?

"I don't know. It seems that you are wasting air and food by living."

The mysterious man waved his hand gently.

A group of golden moon fell down and got into the mouth of the tall demon cultivator.

Then, the pure golden moonlight shone in his body, illuminating his flesh, bones, internal organs, and brain marrow into a transparent and bright light.

bang.

A breeze blew past.

This man's flesh turned into a little golden light and disappeared into the air.

The sword glow, which was directly compressed to the extreme, was completely wiped out, and there was no slag left.

Only the treasure clothes, jade pendants, belts and other spiritual tools, together with the storage ring, were floating in the air.

"And you?"

The mysterious man turned his eyes and looked at another young magician.

"Two! Two! Two! I know! One plus one equals two!"

The young Mo Xiu shouted in horror.

"bingo."

The mysterious man nodded slowly: "Unfortunately, you know too much."

Saying that, he waved his hand again.

Another round of golden moon fell and was forcibly stuffed into his mouth.

"Well!"

The young demon cultivator only had time to let out a groan.

boom.

Like a silver bottle falling to the ground, the whole person instantly shattered into millions of pieces, and when the breeze blew, it turned into a little golden light and disappeared into the air.

Also dead scum is not left.

"And you?"

The mysterious man looked at the third beautiful and beautiful female cultivator.

"I...I...I think, one plus one equals...three." The female demon Xiu stammered out a sentence with tears in her eyes.

"Stupid as a pig, Fang Yinli of Xianmeng can't answer wrong, but you are wrong!"

The mysterious man shook his head helplessly.

Then, waved again.

A familiar scene reappeared.

boom.

The female demon cultivator turned into a little golden light and disappeared, and died in reincarnation on the spot.

In the end, the mysterious man's eyes fell on the sullen old man: "How about you?"

"Lu Li, even if the old man dies, he will never let you go! I curse you to never be born again!"

His eyes were filled with resentment.

"Sorry, you don't have the chance to be a ghost anymore. Besides, when you go to Samsara, help me and Nangong Long with a word, saying that his mother will take care of me."

The mysterious man said and waved his hand gently.

Three thousand golden moons fell down and smashed on the old man.

Puff puff.

In the dazzling golden moonlight, the old man trembled violently, and was pierced a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times by thousands of erupting sword threads!

The whole person shoots directly through the honeycomb!

Full of holes!

In the end, the three thousand golden moons merged together, turned into a golden moon the size of a house, and gently wrapped around the old man.

The whole person directly turned into air and disappeared without a trace.

"Unfortunately, the power of this sword formation is so powerful that even the golden core has to look out for the wind. But the power of the seven emotions consumed is too huge, and the power of the seven emotions saved is directly consumed. If these four people don't contribute some of the seven emotions I'm afraid that I won't be able to send out even a single strand of Heavenly Demon Sword Qi."

The mysterious man let out a sigh.

Then, with a big hand, he took away the storage rings, treasure clothes, jade pendants and other spiritual tools of the four.

"Quick, quick! There are still six left behind! They are catching up!"

At this moment, the urging of the milky voice of Jinque Sword Spirit sounded in his ears.

The voice just fell,

The mysterious man was full of demonic energy, revealing the face of a yellow-faced man, and his body was full of golden Buddha light.

boom.

He stepped down the cliff.

A giant explosion!

The cliff breaks!

With a powerful recoil, the man flew into the sky, swept across the sky, and met a flying cultivator of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

"The bald donkey of the Xianmeng? Where is Senior Brother Nangong?"

When the silver-robed boy saw it, his expression was startled, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and a blood-colored sword slashed out.

Then, turn around and run.

when.

Only a loud chime could be heard.

The silver-robed boy turned his head and saw that his blood-colored knife slashed between the man's forehead and was shattered!

What a horrible body!

The silver-robed boy was shocked.

Swish.

The yellow-faced big man with golden Buddha light all over his body flashed, swept hundreds of meters in the wind, chased behind him, and made a big gesture.

humming sound.

Behind him, an incomparably thick Buddha light rose into the sky, and above the scorching sun and white clouds, it condensed into an incomparably huge sacred Buddha.

Then, golden palm prints fell from the sky.

boom.

Hearing a bell-like roar, the silver-robed boy had no resistance and was shot directly into the ground.

On the ground, the landslides and the earth cracked, the smoke and dust billowed, and immediately revealed a thousand-zhang-sized palm print!

In the center of the palm print is a very inconspicuous pool of blood.

In this way, a magic cultivator with magical power comparable to four Li Jing died under the palm of Buddha.

One kill!

Swish.

The yellow-faced big man rushed out and met another chasing Tianjue Demon Sect demon cultivator.

One more palm.

Bang Bang.

The magic cultivator was shot into the ground on the spot and exploded into a cloud of blood.

"not good!"

"This is a peerless master of Buddhism!"

"Why is the Damitabha palm so terrifying?"

"Run!"

When the remaining four Tianjue Demon Sect demon cultivators looked at them, they were so frightened that their hearts were broken and they fled.

I just hate that my third leg can't be used at this time!

However, it is too slow.

The big yellow-faced man chased after him, one with each palm.

Two in one palm.

Crack, crack, crack.

Three died on the spot!

One more left!

"Ah ah ah! I fought with you!"

The last middle-aged demon cultivator roared wildly, urging a blood-black mace, rushing towards the yellow-faced man, flashing and appearing on top of the yellow-faced man's head.

Then, slam it down!

This split is extremely fast.

It seems that even the sky and the earth will be smashed in half!

This is his natal spiritual weapon, a broken magic weapon called the mountain-opening stick.

However, the big yellow-faced man waved his hand casually, as if swiping away flies, he swept the mace away, spun around, and fell into the canyon.

The majestic power came surging, pouring into his hands like a mountain.

Click.

His wrist shattered directly.

"how is this possible?"

The middle-aged demon cultivator's face changed greatly, and he lost his voice in shock.

"Everything is possible."

The yellow-faced man spit out a word.

Just throw a punch.

boom.

The fist was as fast as a comet, slamming into the chest of the middle-aged magician.

Fierce without casting!

Just like the impact of Tianzhu!

puff.

The middle-aged demon cultivator looked down and his pupils shrank.

I saw a huge hole the size of a clay pot appeared in his chest.

The sun shines down, and you can clearly see the beating flesh and blood beside the huge hole in the chest, as well as the white bones.

The next moment, the big yellow-faced man punched again.

Bang it.

The middle-aged demon cultivator and the cloud ring on his body were directly blown up and exploded into a cloud of blood in the air.

boom.

A mass of crimson flames ignited, completely incinerating him into ashes.

"Finished! Finish work!"

The yellow-faced man withdrew his fists, his figure flickered a few times, picked up the storage rings and spiritual tools of several people from the Tianjue Demon Sect, rose into the sky, and disappeared above the endless sea of ​​clouds.

Soon after.

Swish swish.

One by one, the cultivators of the Immortal Alliance appeared high in the sky, overlooking the five palm prints that were three thousand feet long and wide on the ground, all with shocking expressions.

A storm surged in my heart.

In the Immortal League, is there such a tyrannical Buddhist monk?

"Amitabha."

At this time, the little monk in white robes for a month chanted a Buddha's name, his pupils twitched, and he muttered:

"This... who's the Great Amitabha palm?"