Chapter 1050 (1/2)

”You dare!” Gong Changxue's face changed dramatically.

That's millions of lives.

”Hum!”

Mask man a cold hum, mixed with the air of the mid-term fairy, released.

All of a sudden, the roar of space, irresistible pressure poured out.

The body of Jinlian Buddha is shaking slightly, and the bones are clattering. In such a situation, only the unity of self respect and separation can we have the power of the first World War.

But I'm in Bermuda thousands of miles away.

The body of Jinlian Buddha unfolds its fist. In the roaring sound, a great force suddenly condenses, like an avalanche of mountains and seas, drowning the masked man.

Even though I know I'm invincible.

Jinlian Buddha is still fearless and indomitable.

They even have the mentality of being eager to try and challenge the strong enemy.

Buddhas and demons are the same body, and they are rebellious.

If there is no such momentum, how to fight with heaven?

The mask man's big hand swept, and a huge handprint covered the sky, flowing with immortal lights. The scene was extremely terrible, like the collapse of the sky. That momentum was enough to make the friars below the immortal lose their resistance in an instant.

Boom!

The fist that blows against the sky and the giant palm that falls from the sky collide with each other.

The ground trembled, the dust was flying, and the creepy crevices split from the earth and crossed the canyons.

The body of Jinlian Buddha is directly buried in the earth.

Five guidelines, such as five ditches, are huge.

Suddenly, the earth burst open, and the body of Jinlian Buddha rushed out of the earth. The wound on his body was healing quickly, and his fighting spirit became more and more high.

The pupil of the moon!

Twelve blood rings reflect on the sky!

Two magic powers stack, twelve times combat power instantly stack.

Twelve blood days in the sky, the blood moon in the eyes, is also solid and frightening, like a real moon.

All in this moment, smash the mask man.

”Go

”Ziqi comes from the East!”

The mask man rebuked, and his power broke out, just like opening a collapsed space.

A mass of purple Qi, in his hands, became thousands of purple immortal swords, which filled the sky, twinkled and cut down.

Poof!

Twelve blood days were punctured by thousands of purple swords and fell down.

The body of Jinlian Buddha was stained with blood and fell to the ground. His body was full of sword marks, and there was a purple immortal sword on his left and right shoulder blades and right leg.

There is an inexplicable force in preventing the healing of the wound.

”Kunlun fairy gate!” Jinlian Buddha looks up at the masked man.

It's Kunlun fairy gate!

In ancient times, juqingzong gate, which juxtaposed with Putuo Buddha sect and Qingcheng sword sect, had Yuanying Tianjun.

Putuo Buddha sect and Qingcheng sword sect have declined.

There are also strong people in Kunlun immortal gate.

When he was recognized, the mask man was surprised. The face under the mask was uncertain.

”Kunlun immortal gate, the giant immortal gate of the earth in ancient times, is the holy land that countless monks yearn for. But is Kunlun immortal gate still worthy of today?”

Jinlian Buddha, word by word, sonorous powerful way: ”in my eyes, Kunlun immortal gate, should not still exist in this world.”

At the same time.

The northwest of China is majestic and majestic. It is snowy on the Kunlun Mountain, which can block the sun.

It used to be one of the birthplaces of all kinds of fairy tales and the holy land that countless people yearned for in ancient times.