Chapter 958 The White Tiger is born

"How can you care if you do it even more?"

The saint monk Yum shouted angrily, like thousands of acres of thunder rolling, shaking the heaven and earth without color.

The figure poked out from the clouds became taller and more ethereal, as if it could reach the end of the sky.

"Let you see what is the Dharma image of heaven and earth?"

The saint monk of the Buddhist sect suddenly raised his head and raised his arm from the sea of ​​clouds.

The two arms are too long, and they seem to be able to extend to the North Sea and the South Sea respectively. The only thing that appears in front of everyone is half of the arms, and their palms are still hidden in the clouds.

At this time, Gong Wubing rode the unicorn, broke through the clouds, and plowed the rolling waves on both sides.

"So what about the Dharma image of heaven and earth?"

"The fierce weapon in my hand pierced the sky, sank the ground, and smashed your magic to pieces!"

The words are sharp, but even sharper, the Fangtian Painting Halberd raised high.

Gong Wubing and the Qilin under his crotch, all his strength condensed the tip of the halberd to tear open the air barrier.

From a distance, Fang Tian's painting halberd stirred up the wind and clouds, and the face of the saint monk Yum began to twist and change like a reflection in the water that was disturbed.

"Drop off me!"

The thunder sounded faintly in the sky, and the majestic scolding of the Saint Monk of Yumeng came, accompanied by the echoes of ups and downs. The voice of one person seemed to echo thousands of people.

As soon as he finished speaking, his arms were stretched out, and he surrounded them from the left and right sides, and grabbed them from the Gong Wujian.

"Good come!"

The blood light appeared in Gong Wubing's eyes, and the Qilin under his crotch was well aware of his intentions, and he instantly accelerated his hooves.

brush!

Only a afterimage was left in the air, and the Fang Tian Huaji was as fast as lightning.

"ah!"

The Saint Monk Yum screamed a few times, and his arms were cut off at the same time. The broken mouth flashed and retreated quickly, retracting back into the clouds.

"Want to escape?"

Gong Wujian was furious, and Fang Tian's painting halberd flew out of his hand and stabbed him on the forehead of the Yumeng Holy Monk.

Hurry!

There was a bloody rain in the sky, and scarlet raindrops were everywhere, which became more and more intense and pungent.

The huge face of the saint monk Yumeng has not healed yet, but he smiles strangely.

"Back!"

Gong Wubing held his hands tightly, and Fang Tian Huaji turned into flowing light and fell back into his hands.

The blood rain in the sky was full of evil spirits, which was very different from the solemn appearance of the treasure that had been released before.

Even some practitioners with a slightly weak level can't help but fight a cold war, as if bloody rain and cold are so cold that they are bone-to-bone.

Seeing this scene, even the real person Feng Chen who was fighting stopped, and seemed to have never seen him before.

"Shimen, how could he have such a method?"

The field collector murmured to himself. He thought he knew all about the three families, but the actions of the saint monk Yumeng in front of him had no sign of the Shimen at all. Instead, he called for the other party to beat and kill and vigorously wiped out the evil demons.

True Man Feng Chen sighed. The situation in Shumen was not good recently, and he finally heard about it.

The yummy monk came out to help today, and he was also surprised, but now he saw such a change and found that the situation became worse.

On the top of the city, many practitioners looked at each other. What's going on? This is the method of the Buddhist monk?

"Look at it carefully, maybe there will be some flips!"

Meishan Gong was the calmest, after all, he had some understanding of Shimen.

Above the sky, the holy monk Yumeng suddenly shouted, "The world is surging, blood and tears are like rain. Only Buddhism can save all sentient beings!"

The blood rain suddenly subsided, turning into a dense waterfall, wrapping the man without disease.

Gong Wubing swung the Fang Tian Huaji and knocked the blood rain flying beside him one by one, forming an invisible barrier.

A hint of compassion appeared on the face of the saint monk Yum, and then raised his right palm and slowly raised it to his ear.

A golden light shone in the palm of my palm, like thunder flashing, pressing downwards.

"Hahaha!"

The blood rain continued to wriggle, turning into a huge ball, wrapping the male without disease.

Even though Gong Wubing had unparalleled divine power, he poked Fang Tian Hua Ji on the barrier from time to time, the blood rain was extremely tough and was stabbed out countless bulges, but it was never broken.

A spectacular scene happened!

A large blood-colored ball in the sky was covered with blood rain; a large black ball on the ground was a black scimitar trapped Guiyuan poke.

Both the Buddhist sect and Taoism have the upper hand.

The true man Fengchen is at ease. With the saint monk Yumeng checking and balanced Gong, he can refine Guiyuan pokes with all his strength without any scruples.

Boss Yin, opposite, had a pale face as pale as paper. His control over Guiyuan poke had been refined, leaving only a thin connection as thin as silk.

If the opponent attacks the city and territories, he is afraid that Guiyuan will fall into the enemy's hands.

Boss Yin took a breath, closed his eyes, "Why don't you do it now!"

The field collector nodded, and many real people from the schools behind him rushed forward together, aiming at the whole body of Fengchen.

In an instant, it was like a rain of fireworks. Countless spell light spots fell on Feng Chen Zhenren, submerging him in a blink of an eye.

The real person Feng Chen took a deep breath, and the water and fire robe draped on his body swelled like a blow.

This magic weapon, like an inflatable ball, wraps him inside.

The real person Feng Chen did not avoid it and resisted the attacks of more than a dozen real persons in the school just to prevent the refining steps from being interrupted.

You should know that although he is at the realm of the Five Qi Chaoyuan, which is one small level beyond the public, this gap is not enough to make him so that he can withstand the siege by just being unable to move himself.

Even if the water and fire robe is a magic weapon, it is difficult to keep him safe and sound.

What's more, this magic weapon has suffered heavy damage one after another and has already been secretly injured everywhere.

As expected, real people from the field collectors and other schools of thought took full advantage of their efforts, and they intertwined into a magnificent wave, falling on the real people of Fengchen, playing a continuous music.

After a moment, the smoke and dust disappeared.

The true man Feng Chen still stood firm, but his Taoist robe became tattered and a little embarrassed.

The field collector sighed inwardly, it’s over!

The strength and stubbornness of Fengchen Zhenren are far beyond their imagination. The fieldwork collector did not take action to hurt him, but just wanted to interrupt him to refine Guiyuan poke and give Boss Yin a little chance to breathe.

Who would have thought that Feng Chen Zhenren would sacrifice a magic weapon and would not miss the opportunity.

Looking at Boss Yin opposite him, he shook his body a few times, and it was obvious that it was the moment when the oil was exhausted.

"well!"

Feng Chen really spoke, and a line of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that the attack just now did not cause any damage to him.

But he was very happy in his tone, and he refined the Guiyuan poke, leaving only the last trace.

By breathing, you can completely refine it and take this treasure as your own.

Boss Yin showed despair in his heart, and the great situation was ruined.

The next moment, the roar of a tiger sounded above the head, faintly and extremely unreal.

However, the roar of a tiger instantly turned into more harsh than thunder.

"Aowoo!"

A roar broke through the balls transformed by the blood rain, and seven or eight fireballs flew and fell to the ground.

These blood rains seemed to be overwhelming, but they fell to the ground and evaporated suddenly, and in the end they were only a few drops.

"The Saint Monk of the Buddhist Sect actually manipulates illusions, which is ridiculous!"

Gong Wubing rode a Qilin and held a square painting halberd in his hand, and appeared majestic above his head.

Behind him, a fierce white tiger was entrenched, and gusts of cold wind blew towards him, which was sharper than a sword.
Chapter completed!