Chapter 535 Double Death

The body is golden, the whole body is bright, and the eyes are blue and blue. The abbot of the Lingmen is no longer the image of the previous old monk. His body is like a Buddha. He presses his hands on the bowl and presses it down, and it is like a thunderous attack.

But this blow was lost.

At the critical moment, Zhou Ji turned into white light and crashed into the ground, and rushed into the ground under this blow, causing thousands of pounds of force to hit the ground, causing the earth to tremble.

At the same time, the sound of gravels kept ringing, and a figure broke out several feet away from the ground. The iron pen in his hand was slashed like a sword, stabbed like a gun, and the iron-painted silver hook, running script, cursive script, and regular script all evolved inside.

The iron pen is also an extraordinary thing. The sharp light of the pen tip is better than a magic weapon. Even the golden body of the abbot of the Lingmen is unwilling to bear it easily.

He perceived the continuous trajectory with a sharp and sensible sense, and moved his steps and was steady and calm. It was the light skill of Xiangxiang crossing the river.

His steps are powerful and agile. Wherever his steps are, dust condenses into a lotus shape, like lotus flowers blooming under his feet, while the bowl in his hand is varied in weight, and he always blocks the sharp light of the iron pen at critical moments.

The two sides fought back and forth dozens of times, and the abbot of the Lingmen advanced and retreated calmly, blocking the offensive of storms and storms, and accumulating a situation of no incompatibility.

Zhou Ji sensed that a vast aura condensed in the purple gold bowl on his palm.

‘That bowl can transform vital energy!’

The palm force was spit out, constantly compressing Zhou Ji's surrounding rocks, crushing the black armor with no force, crushing Zhou Ji, and even crushing the exploded blood into the rocks.

The purple gold bowl was held in his hand as if it was stuck in his hand, and was held by the abbot of the Lingmen. The vast aura was still accumulating and did not explode, but it was enough to defeat Zhou Ji.

"Let's wait!"

Amitabha Palm·I heard this.

Because even if the Purple Gold Bowl is gone, the strength of the Lingmen Abbot is above Zhou Ji, he never thought of using this power in this battle.

"Dong!"

The Buddha pressed Zhou Ji with one hand and pressed him on the mountain wall.

The sharp golden divine light flashed, and Yu Daogu's body instantly split into pieces. Blood sprayed out, dyeing half of the Yanzhou governor next to him red.

The infinite fierceness of the sky is overwhelming, the already gloomy sky is even more ominous, and the disaster is surging, and countless figures and fights evolved in a trance.

"Zhou admits defeat!" Zhou Ji shouted, "You win!"

When the old monk closed his palms, a huge blood-red palm print appeared on the mountain wall.

"Amitabha, Buddha is here, I am going to kill today." The abbot of Lingmen whispered, but his face was filled with an ancient well.

This betting fight is not only the state, but also the lives of the governors. If they lose, the person who comes on the field may not die, but the governors of that state will definitely die.

The palm print suddenly stopped.

All the energy of heaven and earth gathered by Zhou Ji was captured. Under the qi pull, the energy in his body was restless and his body suddenly stagnated. At this time, the Buddha's palm had already expanded in his pupils at an extremely fast speed.

"I will deal with it if my friends don't bother you." Emperor Tianxuan said lightly.

"Amitabha."

Thinking of this, Zhou Ji retreated several feet behind, flew into the sky, and stroked the iron pen in his hand, using the Gangqi as ink, the pen moved into dragons and snakes, and turned into several shapes.

"Heavenly Sensation..."

Since you become an enemy, then compassion is useless.

The attack touched the bowl and disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea. A vast aura was gradually growing, making the abbot of the Lingmen become more and more majestic, just like filling the world.

The most evil and violent thing will stolen the mind and the evil will be buried in the hope of life.

Now that the Lingmen wins, Yuezhou changes its owner, the governor Yu Daogu also needs to pay the price of failure.

When Yu Daogu heard this, his body trembled and couldn't help but shout, "I am willing to surrender, I wish..."

It was like pushing open a door, relaxed and natural, but it wiped out the five evil words.

"Give up!"

He was already trapped in the palm of Amitabha's palm and could not escape.

The huge palm print hit the mountain wall at the edge of the basin, pressing Zhou Ji into his body. The powerful palm force condensed but did not disperse, causing the mountain wall to sink three feet into the mountain without collapsing.

Even the masterpiece of the great Xuan Taizu gathering weapon refining and forging techniques was severely damaged by the attack just now. Zhou Ji himself was even more severely injured and was injured everywhere.

However, the abbot of Lingmen remained unmoved and was unshakable. He used Buddhism to calm his mind and spirit, and used Buddha skills to destroy evil. The Buddha's light and holy shine all over his body, and the eight divisions of the Heavenly Dragon appeared together. Fist, palm, sword, sword, and all kinds of Buddha skills were released, breaking through strange phenomena.

Although the abbot of Lingmen is a little gentle on his daily life, once he makes a decision, his action will definitely be decisive, just like treating the traitors in the temple that day and Zhou Ji now.

He wants to start first.

Then, the palm print expanded rapidly in his eyes, occupying the entire world. However, Zhou Ji under his palm felt that he was shrinking. Compared with the giant palm, he was like an ant.

Many strange phenomena and the word "Fierce Li Gang" pounced down from the air, trying to swallow the figure below.

There is already an advantage in skill, and if you have the bowl to transform your vitality, when the vast aura bursts out, it will definitely be a shocking attack.

Then he made progress, and he came out of his palm, and the eight divisions of the Heavenly Dragons were all united. He held his palm in front of him, and said "Amitabha", and then he pushed forward slowly.

He held the iron pen and stabbed it quickly, but when the force in the Buddha's palm was spit out, the iron pen collapsed.

In the fifth battle, Lingmen competed against Zhou Ji, Lingmen won!

Yuezhou is about to change its ownership.

Chen Tianyuan looked across from afar and asked loudly.

It appeared in front of me as if it was shrinking into an inch, and the dazzling Buddha light had already covered my body.

At least, it is useless for Zhou Ji.

"boom!"

"Your Majesty, is it you who did it yourself, or is Chen helping you?"

Zhou Ji broke free from his palm print, and cracks appeared on his black armor on his body, and fragments fell down at the corners.

This thought flashed through Zhou Ji's mind.

Zhou Ji hurriedly changed the energy of heaven and earth, but found that the upper and lower six are covered by the field, and the energy of heaven and earth is controlled by Amitabha's palm.

I saw the five characters "Gang" flying in the sky, and the Confucian spirit was empty, which evolved into a series of fierce scenes, including golden swords and iron horses, grains and poor harvests, epidemics were prevalent, bandits everywhere, killing for no reason, and disasters from ancient and modern times were all in it.

All the energy of heaven and earth was taken away by the Buddha's palm, and the infinite Buddha light pierced the clouds of disaster and shone on the heaven and earth.

The vast Buddha energy turned into a huge Buddha palm, and one palm pushed towards the word "王子". The fierce aura disappeared in front of the palm, and the Buddha's palm went forward like a small hill flying in the air, crashing into Zhou Ji.

Mourning! Waste! Hurry! Horse! Gentle!

To mourn death with funerals; to mourn evil words with absurd etiquette; to mourn disasters with absurd etiquette; to mourn disasters with absurd etiquette; to mourn defeat with accompaniment; to mourn the enemy with accompaniment. This is the evil ceremony among the five rituals!

Since it is a reputation for being evil, it is naturally not a warm means.

And Lingmen made another move.

The palm prints on the mountain wall were as if they were naturally generated, without any rocks shattering. It was like pressing a palm on the mud, and a palm print was printed in the slightest.

I saw yesterday's inter-chapter posts and answered the question.

1: The previous chapters talk about the fifth chapters of Zhou Ji...

Answer: I searched for it specifically and found the reason. In the chapter of Wujiebo, when it comes to Zhou Ji's ranking, he ranks in the top five, not fifth, and book friends probably misunderstood.

2: Zhou Ji played in the last game, but he was still here...

Answer: The last one was a fake. Look at the chapter of Wujiewa Answer again, or the last two chapters, and you will find the beautiful spot.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!