Chapter 392 (1/2)

The mosquito Taoist had an abominable face and laughed at Fahai, ”little monk, do you think this seat is just the peak of Daoism of Daluo Jinxian? I have already cut off a corpse and become a quasi saint. If it wasn't for the master of the Styx River, I would have been a strong one in the middle of the quasi Saint period. ”

Fahai was relieved when he heard Taoist mosquito's words.

Although he has fallen to the realm of Da Luo Jinxian, his perception of Dao is far greater than that of Da Luo Jinxian, and he has already cut off a corpse. All in all, Da Luo Jinxian can't match him.

At present, he only has the peak of Daoxing of Daluo Jinxian. However, his mood and perception have long been at the quasi Saint level, and his strength has surpassed that of Daluo Jinxian.

The blood wings behind Taoist mosquito vibrate, stirring the air of heaven and earth.

The golden Foshan and the pagoda of Buddha light are so heavy that they shake violently between the blood wings of the Taoist.

Gongde cassock rises and falls like the waves, and the golden lotus is also shaking

Only the Buddha's Dharma is as stable as Mount Tai.

The mosquito Taoist priest laughs wildly at the sky, the blood wing blows a hurricane, the wind howls, and the scarlet edge of the Taoist priest spreads all over the sky like a sharp dagger.

”Little monk, I'll let you know how far the gap between Daluo Jinxian and Zhunsheng is.”

Having said that, the mosquito Taoist priest's blood wings move, and the whole person turns into a blood awn, impacting on the golden Foshan. Foshan swings violently, the Sanskrit sound resounds through the sky, and the dazzling light of Buddha spreads. Then, the golden Foshan is covered with dense cracks, and it is actually torn apart by the attack of Taoist mosquitos.

Fahai's mind moved, and a golden ”卍” Dharma seal between the Buddha's Dharma prime minister and the Golden Buddha's hands flickered. The heaven and earth were in turmoil when he waved it, and then he took a picture of Taoist mosquito.

Mosquito Taoist disdains a smile, ”carve insect small skill!”

Before his words were heard, his wings suddenly moved, and his magic power was as sharp as a knife, sweeping towards the sea of law.

Fahai flies back, making a seal with one hand.

Boom!

The sky thunders, the earth cracks and the sky collapses

The magic power released by the mosquito Taoist actually left a distinct trace on Fahai's body.

Fahai looked at Taoist mosquito with a dignified look. He was a strong man who had once ascended the quasi holy realm. It was really extraordinary that Da Luo Jinxian could compare with him.

After Fahai asked himself to prove the Bodhisattva's position, he was the old Dara Jinxian in the three realms. However, his supernatural powers could not suppress the Taoist.

I still remember the scene of fighting with emperor Zhenwu. If emperor Zhenwu didn't hold the first-class Lingbao flag, how could he break his glass body?

However, the Taoist did it with one blow.

The mosquito Taoist's bloody wings stand up to the sky and hold the Buddha's Dharma prime minister's towering hands. The Golden Buddha's light lingers like a dragon in the sky, constantly impacting on the mosquito Taoist. The mosquito Taoist's face changed again and again, and his eyes toward Fahai became scared.

”The little monk's magic power is really powerful. I've already used my killing moves, but I didn't hurt him badly.”

You know, Taoist mosquito once used this magic power to hurt the ancestor of the netherworld, the peak of the quasi saint.

The mosquito Taoist turned his hands and shook back the golden hand. Then he turned around and turned into a sharp edge to shoot Jinlian below. A huge handprint fell in the air, directly shattering the Golden Lotus and turning it into nothingness.