Wutian said he would go away, giving up the attack that could easily kill the magic. His body shook and he took the initiative to face Tongzhi's Rosary Gun. The pain was abnormal in his eyebrows, but Wutian seemed to have not realized it. Just as the rosary was about to explode Wutian's head, Wutian's head suddenly tilted, as if his neck was suddenly folded in half, easily avoiding Tongzhi's thrust attack.

It is very simple to say here, but in the world, there are no more monks who dare to do such actions in front of Tongzhi.

If anyone here in Nalanda Temple is here, facing Tongzhi's fierce attack, he can only avoid it for a while, let alone go heading. The rosary made of agarwood has a faint fragrance. However, once the rosary is bombarded by this rosary, no matter how hard you are, you can only drink hatred.

Since Wutian took the risk of doing this action, it was naturally profitable. After he avoided the long spear of the rosary, the middle door was already wide open in front of Tongzhi. With just a light blow, Tongzhi could seriously injure Tongzhi. However, Wutian still did not attack, and just gently pointed the long spear behind his back behind him.

The force was extremely soft, ten times lighter than the spring swallow holding mud, and a hundred times gentler than the dragonfly's water. The leading rosary was subjected to this blow, and its direction of advance changed immediately, and it stabbed towards the Dharma-nature's chest.

Wu Tian did not need to look back and had already made such a wonderful blow, and in this way, the situation changed immediately. The four people were originally besieged one, but now, because of the sudden act of Dharma nature, they were about to be defeated by others.

Tongzhi's face was gloomy and he was extremely annoyed by the Dharma nature. At this moment, if Tongzhi tried his best to take back the string of rosary, the Dharma nature could naturally save his life, but Tongzhi had no means to use it, and the life and death of his little life was in the thought of Wuya.

If Wu Tian wants him to live, he will live; if he wants him to die, he will die!

What kind of virtue is the nature of Dharma? It is worth his wisdom to do so?

With a cold snorting, Tongzhi ignored the rosary and suddenly activated his Dharma body. Tongzhi's Dharma body was not something he had worked hard to practice, but something he had accumulated over the years of Nalanda Temple, and it was a Dharma body of a Bodhisattva.

The golden Dharma body, with a sword in the right hand, and a lion under his crotch, was riding a sharp aura soared into the sky. This was Manjushri Bodhisattva. A monk from Nalanda Temple was meticulously practicing the "Manjushri Nirvana Sutra". When the man condensed his Dharma body, the blood and flesh of his body turned into ashes, including his soul. However, this Dharma body remained and passed down from generation to generation.

This Bodhisattva Dharma Body is powerful and not inferior to the ordinary Tathagata Dharma Body. Sometimes it is even more powerful. The sword in Manjushri Bodhisattva's hand can cut off all the troubles of sentient beings, and the lion even awakens the dreamer who is confused in the sea of ​​desire.

However, the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha's Original Vow" that is incompatible with the Dharma Body of Manjushri Bodhisattva. Their compatibility between the two is extremely poor and cannot be compared with the Dharma Body he condensed into.

Because of this, Tongzhi cannot exert the maximum power of the Dharma body of Manjushri Bodhisattva, and its strength is even worse than others. This is why Tongzhi's seniority is more than the Dharma nature of the previous generation, but it is difficult for Tongzhi to take up the position of the first seat of the palace.

If a monk who practices the same kind of martial arts, he can even use the long sword in his hand to cut off the troubles of sentient beings, or activate the lion in his Dharma body to display the lion roar. Unfortunately, both of them are now awesome.

The golden Bodhisattva Dharma body is about 100 meters tall. Tongzhi recites the mantras on his mouth. Your Bodhisattva's lips are also trembling. Suddenly, a mandala flower blooms leisurely in Tongzhi's hand. The flower blooms ten feet in its color, and the color is golden, wrapping Tongzhi firmly in it.

Tongzhi believed that he only had to last a breath, Fahai and Faxuan could fly to rescue him. In this way, his life would naturally be protected. As for Dharma nature, it depends on his own fortune.

"So stupid!" Seeing Tongzhi's choice, Wu Tian sighed and said, "I just thrust the sword straight into the sword. The lotus condensed with vitality could not resist the sharp edge of the sword. The sword edge seemed to enter a no-man's realm, and broke through the protection of the mandala flower in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Tongzhi's pupils suddenly contracted and he roared wildly, "Kill!"

There are not many magic techniques to practice in Tongzhi. This Demon-Suppressing Thunder Sound is his specialty. He will not be stingy with magic power at this moment when he dies in front of him.

This sound of "sound killing technique" made the space tremble. As long as Wu Tian retreated a little, Tongzhi could regroup. However, the long spear shone, and instantly divided the sound wave into two, without diminishing its power.

Tongzhi's face turned pale and said dryly: "It's actually a top-grade magic weapon!" Before he finished speaking, Changge had already broken into his chest and strung Tongzhi on the top of Ge Feng.

At the same time, the string of rosary shot from Tongzhi hit the Dharma nature. He moved quickly enough to block it with a jade axe, but in a hurry, his strength was not enough, and his muscles were broken by the bombardment. The blood was sprinkled in the sky, and the Dharma nature fell outside the mountain gate.

Tongzhi was provoked by Wutian in mid-air, but the old monk was unable to die. In the severe pain, he roared and his Dharma body was about to separate from his body to escape. However, at this moment, Wutian gently shook his long spear, and Tongzhi's body suddenly split.

The long spear repeatedly stabbed out like lightning, and the Dharma body of Manjushri Bodhisattva who was stunned in the air collapsed!

In the blink of an eye, four soul monks were killed and injured. Wu Tian stood up spontaneously, not even hurting his hair, and even his strength did not move a little. How strong is this contrast!

Chang Ge pointed and Wutian said leisurely: "Who is the next one?"

Fahai and Faxuan were about to go side by side, but were shocked by the situation. Such an opponent was indeed unmatched. Without any shame, Fahai whistled.

Like a dragon's roar, like a lion's roar.

This is not a technique of sound killing, but a roar under Fahai's fear. Many monks in Nalanda Temple immediately came to help after hearing Fahai's long roar.

Light shone above Nalanda Temple. In an instant, twelve primordial monks arrived at the mountain gate. These were already all the primordial monks in Nalanda Temple, including the abbot Yuanhui, who were all here.

Of course, there were seven people who were practicing in seclusion, and their perception of the outside world was zero. Even if Fahai screamed and broke his throat, they could not hear it.

Since Yuan Hui was here, there was no room for others to speak. Looking at the remains of Tongzhi on the ground and the ruins all over the ground, there seemed to be two flames burning in Yuan Hui's eyes.

Besieged by fourteen soul monks, no one in the entire Middle Earth can survive such a large siege. It can be said that Nalanda Temple is already sure to win.

"Who is the monster? Do you dare to report it?" Yuan Hui was so angry that he forgot to recite the Buddha's name.

Facing the powerful true face that could destroy himself ten times, Wutian was still calm and laughed gently, "Are you going to look at me first? My name is Wutian, and I am the emperor of the demon clan. I heard that Nalanda Temple is the ancestor of the world's practice, so I came to see it."

As he said that, Wutian looked at Tongzhi's body, smiled slightly, and said, "Now it seems that the name of Nalanda Temple is a bit unworthy of its name!"

"Arrogant!"

"Unforgivable!"

"Kill him to avenge Junior Brother Tongzhi!"

Wutian's arrogance immediately aroused the indignation of the monks, and Yuanhui could not suppress it. Seeing this, Wutian smiled and shouted: "Will Nalanda Temple betrayed the world's number one name, will he only bully the few with the more?"

As he said that, Wu Tian General Long Ge was swaying and put it on his chest, and continued: "The savage of Yang Ge is 1,2 feet and 7 inches long, weighs 39,800 kilograms, and is a top-grade magical artifact."

After saying that, Wutian looked at everyone casually and said, "Who is here to fight?"

Wu Tian, ​​one man and one sword, proudly invites the battle.

In the previous battle, all the monks had observed with their spiritual sense, how could they not know the horror of Wubai? Hearing this invitation, the monks were silent, and only the old monk Yuanhui sneered and looked around.

He slowly raised his arm, waved his arms suddenly, and said, "Let's take action together and kill this beast!"

If you come to the door to discuss, Nalanda Temple will naturally not be rude. No matter who comes, there will be someone to follow. Just like when Tangcheng defeated all the four gods of Nalanda Temple on the Sutra Platform, there was no way that Nalanda Temple's Yuanshen monk came forward to kill Tangcheng.

But Wu Tian came here and did everything he could to kill and set fire. At this moment, he wanted to fight him alone, which was simply despising the IQ of the monks.

With Yuan Hui's order, fourteen soul monks took action at the same time. The powerful momentum was so strong that the heaven and earth changed their colors. The creatures within a thousand miles advanced and the fear from the heart made them kneel to the ground at the same time.

You Yuanhui was in the middle to dispatch. When everyone took action, they felt a sense of layering. Waves of offensives lingered on Wutian, like a spider weaving a web, wrapping the opponent layer by layer, and no matter how hard he struggled, it would be useless.

However, in a short period of time, Wu Tian did not show any defeat. The Yang Ge cooperated with the Netherworld Rakshasa Sutra, which was a perfect match. Every time the five people in Nalanda Temple cooperated to take action, the rest of the people rushed to prevent Wu Tian from escaping.

Such a lineup besieged Wutian, even if he wins, it will be a joke. However, what is even more shocking is that Wutian has never shown any defeat. The attacks of the fourteen monks are like stormy waves, while Wutian is like a reef that has not changed for thousands of years, smashing the waves to pieces.

Each person and one sword, surrounded by heroes, as if walking in the garden.

Although Wutian could not escape, everyone could do nothing to deal with him in a short period of time. After a while, Yuanhui became anxious. Looking at Wutian's lifelike appearance, I am afraid that it would not be surprising if he persisted for another three days and three nights. If he wanted to kill him, he would have to sacrifice his life to attack!

But if you fight hard and have no stacks of three or five lives, you can't get the demon king at all.

Everyone is a cultivator of the soul. Who would be willing to sacrifice his life? I’m afraid that even if the abbot Yuanhui forced his order, the other party would be lip service and might not be able to abide by it.

The battle situation was actually in a quagmire. With such a huge gap in strength, the two sides seemed to have a draw!
Chapter completed!