"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick!"
After the woman said these two sentences, her fingers gently pressed forward.
Red beans, like raindrops all over the sky, fly away.
The red beans grew rapidly in the eyes of the Tsing Yi man.
The face of the man in Tsing Yi changed drastically.
With a move of his mind, blood rushed out of his body.
Blood gas enveloped the whole body like mercury slurry.
A sea of blood shook the sky.
A pillar of blood hovered down in the sea of self-blood, went straight to the top of the man in Tsing Yi, merged with his blood, and quickly rotated around him.
The howling kept.
From a distance, it was like a storm, and the scalp was numb.
The red beans in the woman's hand in the painting quickly blasted above the blood, knocking out ripples.
The sound of terrorist explosions is endless.
The red beans in the woman's hand in the painting are endless, like a rain of arrows, constantly shooting.
The blood in front of the man in Tsing Yi kept exploding and evaporated to ashes.
The ground was lifted by the aftermath.
The buildings in the playing field burst into dust in the middle of the storm.
The whole Jiangyang City was shaking violently.
From a distance, it is like a doomsday storm, terrifying.
The survivors stared blankly at the storm in the game field, scared and stunned.
Many people bowed to the ground, folded their hands together, and prayed secretly.
"Which fairy drew it? It's so terrible!"
"Why the old boss is so sad, I encountered this kind of treasure in the first battle!"
The man in Tsing Yi roared again and again, frantically drawing blood power to fight against it.
"No, if this goes on, she will be consumed to death and can no longer be hidden!"
The man in Tsing Yi shouted up to the sky, "Come out, blood fairy!"
With this sound.
The sea of blood is shaking.
A huge skeleton palm stretched out from the sea of blood, peeking down from the sky.
Covering the sky and the sun, the evil spirit is rolling.
The pressure caused the people to breathe hard and the heart arrested.
The infinite coercion pushed many repairers to the ground, shivering.
The palm of the skeleton pointed at the woman in the painting and pressed directly.
There was a loud noise.
In the picture, the woman's body disintegrated into light and shadow, disappearing.
The acacia picture becomes a blank paper completely and loses spirituality.
The man in Tsing Yi pointed to Luo Liuyan and others and shouted loudly.
With the palm of the skeleton, he changed the direction, pointed at Luo Liuyan and others, and quickly pressed it.
The expressions of the two women changed drastically, struggling frantically.
Any means, in front of the palm of the skeleton, won't work at all.
The two women were crushed to the ground, unable to move.
Even the opportunity to take "Lingxi Tu" is not available.
"Hey, I failed to complete the Lord's test!"
"Master, you are not to blame! Who would have thought that there should be blood demons in Jiangyang City!"
"Yes, the son didn't count it, the human race is in danger!"
The two closed their eyes and waited quietly for death.
the other side.
Chen Daoming looked at the sky with the palm of the skeleton, his face full of despair.
In front of such a powerful person, the Nascent Soul Stage is not even cannon fodder.
Now, it is extremely difficult to move the fingers.
"My son, I am incompetent, let you down!"
Chen Daoming closed his eyes and waited quietly for death.
Around Chen Daoming, a group of cultivators shouted unwillingly.
There is despair on his face.
With the palm of the skeleton, everyone is going to be photographed.
At this time.
"Relic, color is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color..."
A loud voice came from the void.
The golden scriptures are flying all over the sky with golden light.
It looks like countless golden flying butterflies.
Chen Daoming's space ring vibrated.
A Buddha statue, drilled from the space ring.
The light flashed.
The Buddha statue rushed out quickly and stood quietly in the sky, wrapped in billions of scriptures.
Every scripture pierced into the body of the Buddha, there will be a shock.
The body of the Buddha statue, as the scriptures penetrated into it, rapidly became larger.
In a flash.
The Buddha statue is incarnate thousands of meters, standing proudly in the sky.
Dazzling golden light, shining brightly.
It seems very sacred.
The Buddha statue floats high in the sky, slowly opening its mouth.
"Sarizi, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, perception and consciousness are the same..."
Sentences of scripture spit out from the mouth of the Buddha statue.
Every sentence is as powerful as a great word.
The palm that was pressed in the sea of blood disappeared quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A roar came from a sea of blood.
The voice was stern, as if suffering endlessly.
"Damn bald donkey, why don't you stay in Paradise, why are you here?"
"You also want to take care of this? We really think that our blood demons are so bullied, right?"
The sea of blood shook, bursting out countless sharp screams.
The palms of the skeletons came out of the sea of blood and pressed towards the Buddha statue.
The entire world, as if losing its color, only blood and gold are left to fight.
"Dead bald donkey, let me die!"
Thousands of skeleton palms overwhelmed the sky and rushed towards the golden Buddha statue.
The golden Buddha did not speak, but just read the scriptures.
A golden light spread from the Buddha statue to the surroundings.
In an instant, it hit the skeleton's palm.
The palms of these skeletons, covering the sky and sun, instantly collapsed into dust when they touched the golden light.
One after another, he couldn't scream sternly, and it came from a sea of blood.
The entire sea of blood was shaking frantically, as if pouring down.
"The relics are the void aspects of all dharmas, neither arising nor extinction, neither defilement nor purification, nor increase nor decrease..."
The Buddha statue stretched out his palm, aimed at the sea of blood, and waved it away.
A golden light phantom palm quickly zoomed in, covering the entire sea of blood.
An unwilling roar sounded.
There was a loud noise.
The sea of blood evaporates directly into nothingness.
All the bones in the sea of blood were blasted into fly ash.
Looking at this scene, the man in Tsing Yi was paralyzed in shock.
"Impossible, never possible!"
His face was pale and he muttered to himself.
How could his strongest magic weapon be easily broken?
In the form of Changhong, he fled quickly.
In the eyes of the Buddha statue, two golden lights burst out.
The man in Tsing Yi roared and struggled frantically.
However, it was useless.
He could only watch Jin Mang hit his body and his body was burnt to black smoke.
A drop of blood leaves the body and flies away.
Another golden light arrived in an instant.
Burn this drop of blood into black smoke.
At this point, the man in Tsing Yi completely died, unable to resurrect.
The Buddha statue swept in all directions, with golden glow on its body, shining continuously.
In the end, countless scriptures flew out from the body of the Buddha, returned to the void, and disappeared.
The broken-arm Buddha statue rapidly became smaller.
In less than a moment, the palm size changed.
The broken-arm Buddha turned into a golden glow and flew back to Chen Daoming's hand.
The sun is shining, and the sun is still sunny.
Everything just now seemed illusory.
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