Chapter 1834 (1/2)

”I am the master of this star river. How can you come and go if you want?” Chu Xuan cold hum a, big hand a wave: ”you that body from time to time kill industry entanglement, good meaning to say this to me, don't nonsense, do it!”

”Hum! Boy, don't drink or drink. If we try our best, you won't get any good. ” Hearing Chu Xuan's hegemonic declaration of war, the chaos swordsman couldn't help frowning and threatening.

The old man in Dragon Robe still did not speak. He secretly operated the Dharma decision and was ready to fight at any time.

”Noisy!”

Chuxuan roared and directly punched. Chaos fist came out again. It was divided into four parts. He smashed the sky and destroyed everything. He started to do it directly, showing his position.

The four people in the light of the ancient Buddha sank in their hearts. They didn't expect Chu Xuan to be so resolute. They said they would do it.

Fortunately, the four had been prepared early in the morning, and had already secretly operated their own legal decisions, which was to prepare for a big war with Chu Xuan.

The four great masters in the middle of chaos, as well as the evil spirit of Chu Xuan, started at the same time. The sky trembled, and almost all the sky was crushed by the strong and absolute pressure they burst out from them. The endless stars were breaking, and the dark and empty depths were roaring. Those Hongmeng peak strong men in the distance all stared at the battle in the center of the star river 。

Although they were afraid, they were unwilling to leave. On the one hand, they wanted to fish in troubled waters. On the other hand, they wanted to witness the great war since ancient times, to see if they could see a chance to break through.

”Boom!”

The four fists burst out, and Chu Xuan was like a rock, standing in the void with no expression on his face. On top of his head, the road map roared.

In the road map, bodhi trees are swaying and clattering, and wisps of golden Buddhists are falling and shining on the whole world. One of the most mysterious and endless Sanskrit of Buddhism rises in the void sky, from which endless bodies of Buddha and Demons recite come out and ring through the world.