Ba Zunzun's face became solemn, and his cold voice struck his head: "Then you are too small!"

There was a loud bang in her mind, and Gou Wuyue went blank for a moment.

pattern……

Smaller?

There were hundreds of people in white clothes, all of them with shocked expressions on their faces, looking at the wanton man on top of the Buddha.

Bazun Shu shook his head, looking at Gou Wuyue's eyes full of disappointment. After being silent for a while, he continued to speak:

"From the moment I showed up, all your concerns have been too one-sided and too restrictive."

"You never talk about my ambitions, you only want to impose your own plans and wishes on me."

"If you don't listen to what he says, you will cover everything with your own voice."

"I have to say that the Seven Swordsmen and the name of the Lord have completely blocked you!"

Gou Wuyue's heart beat wildly when she heard this, and she followed the others and raised her eyes.

But I saw that the backlit Buddha's phantom was rising in aura, and even the extremely slovenly man on it seemed to be endowed with a light golden glow.

Ba Zunzhen paused for a breath and remembered Gou Wuyue's previous question, which was very funny.

He raised the dead branch in his hand, stared at it for a long time, and murmured: "From my sword, to my cultivation, to my figure..."

"Ricky?"

"Ah!"

Bazun sneered, "I talk to you about my position, you talk to me about your doubts, I talk to you about your aspirations, you talk about your strength... Even the gods can't wake up people who close their eyes to themselves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he obviously didn't want to talk any more nonsense.

There was a loud bang.

The spiritual energy exploded, and the eight masters slowly soared into the sky.

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

Even Haitang'er, who was hiding in the space, was shocked.

"fly?"

Isn't this exclusive to innate cultivation?

Gazing again, the Eight Masters, whose aura was constantly rising, seemed to have broken into the innate realm at this moment.

It seems that whether there is a breakthrough in cultivation or not, it all depends on one thought.

Gou Wuyue had a premonition that something was bad and wanted to do something.

But under the acquaintance of the eight masters who slowly soared into the sky, everyone felt the weight drop, and their bodies could not stop rickets and trembled.

The eight statues know how to look up to the sky.

When Taixu is angry, dark clouds gather; when the famous sword is raised, the sword river flows.

These are nothing!

He thought Gou Wuyue was a good friend, and even if his stance was different, he still wanted to wake her up.

But now, there is no need to say anything more.

As the saying goes, even the gods cannot awaken a person who is willing to close his eyes.

If you really want to give the other party an answer, then this answer will definitely be bloody and cast with blood.

On top of the Buddha, a tragic song played.

The Eight Deities are well acquainted with the dead branches, and the Sanskrit sounds reappeared in everyone's heart. Each word was pearl-like, and even the explanation seemed to be understood in the deafening sound of each word:

"Black clouds dominate the sky, and the river flows westward."

Everyone's heart palpitated, and they felt inexplicable fear.

The dark clouds covering the sky began to roll up and tear apart without any wind.

The ripples of the sword river that opened up a new world began to swim and flow against each other.

At the peak, unrivaled power is revealed.

Everyone was horrified, but the interpretation of the Sanskrit sound changed:

"The principles of Dao are often absent, and the power is due to the subordinates bowing to each other."

From the scenery to the sex, it was obvious that he was not talking about himself, but everyone felt completely crushed.

The trembling knees were about to hit his head, but his resistance to servility still made everyone respect him among the Sanskrit sounds.

The chanting of the Sanskrit mantra never stopped for a moment.

The towering figure of the man on top of the Buddha became towering, and as the Buddha's light spread, it was as if the gods were continuing to whisper:

"A broken wing is no longer a bird, a sword is sealed and the body is no longer a mortal."

As if telling themselves, after the eight masters of cultivation broke through the innate world, they not only escaped from the ground, but also gained the ability to fly.

Even his spiritual sense also recovered, and he saw the whole battle situation in the Eight Palaces, scattered in white clothes, unable to come back in time, or afraid to come.

When the golden light disappeared, he suddenly raised his head, his rickety body straightened up, and endless divine light appeared in his eyes.

"Are you bowing down in fear? My Dao Tian is too low!"

At this moment, the dark clouds burst and the sky collapsed.

The phantom of the Buddha blooms to its peak in everyone's eyes, and its splendid look is like the afterglow of the setting sun, which makes people forget to leave.

Everyone watched as the dead branch in the hand of the man floating on top of the Buddha was shattered by an unknown force, and was silently broken into two pieces.

"Huh~"

The wind blew slightly and dead branches fell to the ground.

A few snapping sounds.

Everyone’s nostalgic gaze became eternal.

With a clang, the famous sword hit the ground, and Gou Wuyue closed his eyes heavily.

This scene, in his eyes, also became eternity.

What the deceased saw was beauty, but what he, an outsider, saw was the fleeting silver light beneath the shadows of hundreds of Buddhas rising into the sky.

That's Sword Thought.

It was also the sword light that killed the Buddha.

It was the holy power that ended the lives of hundreds of people in white clothes!

"Holy power..."

Just a trace.

But the ending is completely different.

There was no pain, no moaning, and no exclamation.

When the giant Buddha was beheaded and the Buddha's light exploded, the heaven and earth were stratified, and so were the people.

The sound of a body hitting the ground came, and Gou Wuyue opened his eyes in grief. He saw corpses floating in a sea of ​​blood, but they were all peaceful.

He clenched his fists and suddenly realized that the sword in his hand had been dropped at some point.

swordsman……

With guests...

One word difference makes a world of difference!

"despair."

There was a soft sound, and the eight masters tapped their toes to the ground.

He stared at the person in front of him and pondered for a long time without making a sound.

sideways.

When he looked back and saw the famous sword on the ground, Ba Zunzun paused for a moment, and finally took a step forward and chose to leave.
Chapter completed!