The power of spiritual power was like a storm, raising Zhou Liang inwardly, and the colorful volunteers approached Zhou Liang.

The spiritual power of the god-transforming monk is almost ten times that of the Nascent Soul monk, and he can use a trace of the laws of heaven and earth!

Although there was only a little bit of it, this was enough. Zhou Liang, who sat upright in the Buddha's Kingdom, seemed to find nothing unusual!

Zhuifeng's eyes were already blurred. She looked around. The existences who claimed to be people in Buddhism were they who captured themselves with such despicable means. On this cliff, the wind and sun were blowing, and they exhausted all their spiritual power and attracted the third senior brother.

They are not worthy of being called Buddhists, they are not worthy of saying Amitabha, or even practicing immortality, but what can I do? The third senior brother's body is trembling slightly. She knew that it was caused by endless pressure, and that was a mass of spiritual storm and a slight rule pressing on the third senior brother, and she was only in the early stage of foundation building. She could not even be considered a true meditation.

The bell of compassion floated above Zhou Liang's head, and in conjunction with the word "Om" he recited, spreading outward in waves, blocking the endless storm of spiritual power.

Bai Zheng, opposite, also sat down cross-legged and chanted the White Lotus Buddhist scriptures. Every word of the word turned into white Buddhist scriptures in the air. He pressed towards Zhou Liang, and all the golden swastikas transformed by Zhou Liang were broken. He knew that he would not last long!

Maybe he is going to self-explode the golden elixir again? He smiled bitterly in his heart. He has exploded the golden elixir twice. If he self-explodes himself, he doesn’t know if he can cultivate it.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Liang's Buddha Kingdom shattered, and endless gray mist poured into his body. He suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood. He hit the ground on one knee and looked at Bai Zheng opposite him tightly!

Bai Jian suddenly made a move and reached out to a sword. Ding, this was the magic weapon of the top level of the Xuan-level, but only a hole was formed on Zhou Liang's body. The golden blood was like a stream, lying on the red ground and disappeared.

He grabbed the flying sword and grabbed it hard. The sword was bent. Bai Jian was frightened and quickly retreated. Zhou Liang took a cold look and said, "Get out!"

Endless sense of humiliation surged into Bai Jian's heart, and a trace of disdain flashed in Zhiruo's eyes. It would be great if Zhou Liang was Bai Jian. The woman who thought she was seducing always hoped that the best man in the world would be his.

Zhou Liang is not the best man in the world, but at least he is stronger than Bai. In front of Zhiruo who has not found a more attractive man, Zhou Liang may be his choice. This is her, isn’t it?

The Buddhist temple of Yitian is really a place where dirt is hidden. When he stood up slowly, his legs were already numb. If it weren't for the golden spirit of the God King, it would be extremely magical. Zhou Liang could imagine that he was definitely a pile of mud at this moment!

"Maybe, I can give you a chance!" Bai Zheng looked at Zhou Liang's clear and persistent eyes and suddenly spoke, "If you self-destruct the golden elixir and self-destruct the magic crystal, and if I have washed away all the memories of the magic cultivators for you, you will be the one in my White Lotus Holy Land!"

"Hahahaha!" Zhou Liang suddenly laughed wildly. The Maple Leaf Venerable was not strong enough. Zhou Liang asked him to come. He didn't think of being able to fight the meditation of the God Transformation, but he just left a way out for the Broken Wind. Even if you were the Demon Lord thousands of years ago, with a great reputation and millions of demon cultivators under him, but thousands of years later, in the Demon Palace, you can repair how many injuries you have just escaped?

"A real man, born in the world!" Zhou Liang's eyes widened, "One cannot forget his parents, two cannot forget his master, three cannot forget his affection. You made me forget my master and instead vote for you, a ragged holy land where Buddha is not Buddha, is extremely ridiculous!"

Bai Zheng originally wanted to give Zhou Liang a chance. Seeing that this son’s Buddha nature is pure and his clear and persistent eyes are really kind-hearted. Such a good mind is not even in the White Lotus Holy Land. "A bastard, how dare you insult me ​​in the White Lotus Holy Land!"

His big hands suddenly fascinated by a layer of white flames. I don’t know what it was, and it magnified in the air, fifty feet long. It was suddenly photographed, and Zhou Liang was photographed on the ground!

Three thousand people in the world were all crushed out of a big pit. Zhou Liang struggled to protect Ruifeng. His body was hunched over and his face was covered with blood. It was the product of the mixture of blood and sweat. Ruifeng's pupils widened, trembling gently, and murmured, "Why, why!"

Zhou Liang grinned with difficulty and laughed twice, "This is cause and effect!" He slowly got up, and the Soul Prisoner tied the broken wind to the Maple Leaf Demon Lord, looking into the sky from afar, Shishi, Qing'er, Lin'er, I can't go back after all, I miss you so much.

Time and space are long and time is ruthless. Zhou Liang's body sways in the air, as if he can fall down at any time. Bai Zheng sighed softly and stopped taking action. This person's spiritual power was exhausted and he was already a useless person. Now, it's better for the junior monk to take action.

Zhou Liang's eyes gradually blurred, and the people in front of him seemed to turn into hairless heads in front of him, with their flashing eyes a little blurry. Suddenly, Zhiruo took action. She was like a nine-day fairy, with a colorful ribbon flying to Zhou Liang and wrapping around his neck!

Zhou Liang's face suddenly turned red, and he looked at the proud daughter of heaven with blurred eyes, the existence of the charming world, and an idea appeared in his heart, which was so disgusting!

He grabbed the colorful ribbon with both hands, and the power came from somewhere, tore it apart, and shouted loudly, "Get out, bitch!"

Bitch? Zhiruo listened to these two words blankly. From birth to now, who has not fallen under his pomegranate skirt, who has not bowed down to him, and who has not been moved by his beauty, needless to say, even if the joy of the Huanxi Sect has seen all the thousands of girls, isn’t he still determined to get himself?

Humiliation, naked humiliation, her heart was even more angry than Bai Jian, and she suddenly flew forward and a flying sword appeared in her hand!

If Yitian doesn’t come out, who will compete with him? This sentence was said by the founder of the Buddhist sect of Yitian Buddhism. At this moment, the Yitian sword was unsheathed, and in Zhiruo and in the hands of Master Miejue, there were two different powers. This sword seemed to be resurrected and wandered in the air!

Zhou Liang smiled coldly, even if it is your treasure of the sect, and you are just the late stage of the Jindan, you still want to take away my head?

The Yitian Sword emitted a green light and suddenly transformed in the air, like a green snake flying in. Xiao Fen always lay on Zhou Liang's shoulder, looked coldly, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a dragon ball. This is the inheritance treasure given to him by the dragon who wants to die, and he also used it at this moment!

"Wow, who dares to kill the master of this king!" Xiao Xuanzi was very arrogant, his two front paws were chaotic in the air, and the Tortoise God Fist, oh, it was the Xuanwu God Fist transforming in the air, and he rushed forward.

"That's enough, Xiaobing, Xiaodie doesn't need to take action!" Zhou Liang called out weakly Xiaobing who was about to roar, and Xiaodie who flapped her colorful wings.
Chapter completed!