Chapter 910 (1/2)

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The ground shakes violently, and each shaking shakes out a violent and amazing force.

Jiao's corpse was beyond recognition and was dying.

Jinlian Buddha's third fist fell, the dragon's head exploded completely, and a ghost rushed out and ran away with a look of panic. Looking at Su Bai's eyes, they were full of fear and trembling.

”You don't want to see me die yet?” The ghost roared behind him.

Boom!

Eight blood coffins vibrated together, sending out a terrible evil spirit, and the ghost inside was about to come out.

In Jinlian Buddha's eyes, there is a flash of fierce light. One hand grabs the dragon's ghost, and a Buddhist fire appears to cover it. In a terrible cry, the soul of this road is terrified.

”To die!”

A hoarse voice, mixed with boundless anger, swept out, a blood coffin opened, and a black and blue, slender and frightening human body stood up.

The corpse gave a gentle rebuke, and a mass of corpse gas broke out. In the faint, the blood light flickered, the corpse kneaded the seal, and all the seal characters turned into spirit swords and chopped at Su Bai.

Boom!

Jinlian Buddha's boxing was extremely simple and rude, and thunderbolts burst out.

It's not to destroy the thunder, but to rob the thunder in Buddhist scriptures.

The power of thunder and lightning is the same as that of Buddhism. It can restrain evil, let alone Buddha thunder.

In the sound of explosion, the corpse gas suddenly scattered, and the spirit sword exploded into pieces.

Poof!

The corpse bled and flew out. In the middle of the sky, the body disintegrated in a flash, and a ghost flew out, with a face full of reluctance and a whoosh sound. Finally, a thunder and lightning burst into ashes.

In the twinkling of an eye, two ghosts fell.

Boom, boom!

The ghosts in the other seven blood coffins were completely enraged. The blood coffin vibrated and burst out of the sky. It was extremely cold. In the tomb, the blood light burst out and the ghosts opened their teeth and claws, which made Jinlian Buddha frown.

Click, click.

Surrounded by seven Yin Qi, it seems like the shadow of the ghost king of the underworld comes out, and the dead eyes are filled with strong Yin Qi.

These seven figures are: Palace dress woman, Yaksha, corpse wolf, one armed old man, vampire, magic winged blood dragon.

And a Western paladin in white armor and carrion!

These seven figures, both Oriental and western, were strong men in their lifetime, and all of them were white and frightening.

In particular, the paladin and the palace dress woman give Jinlian Buddha a breath of extreme danger.

The breath of the strong immortal!

Jinlian Buddha brow pick, absolutely right.

In front of these two people are celestial beings. Although their power is declining, there are still strands of celestial power released.

”Even if it's just a wisp of celestial power, it's enough to suppress me now.” The expression of Jinlian Buddha is gradually dignified.

There is no need to say anything more, magic wing blood dragon and corpse wolf launch a fatal attack on Jinlian Buddha. These two monsters are both masters of religion, and they have good blood.

In a flash, two strong feelings of pressure hit, Jinlian Buddha's retreat was completely blocked.

The corpse wolf's speed only left a remnant shadow and strong wind, and his mouth was hoarse.

Every image has no permanent seal!

The figure of Jinlian Buddha turns, the palm is pressed down, and the moment the Buddhist Scripture is in operation, the virtual shadow of a Bodhisattva emerges, and the power of suppressing the eight wasteland erupts.

Unexpectedly, the power of the corpse wolf is far beyond his expectation, breaking the intuition of the virtual shadow of the Bodhisattva.