1672.Chapter 1672 Then the monthly ticket will die)
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Any tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind!
What's more, Qin Xuan once made shocking actions one after another in the world of cultivation.
Too many people want to kill Qin Xuan, whether for fame or profit.
In normal times, some people would not dare to attack Qin Xuan, knowing how to advance and retreat, and knowing life and death.
But now, Qin Xuan is in the midst of a catastrophe, he cannot protect himself, and someone is already ready to take action.
There were even a few people who started to kill Qin Xuan who had no grudges against Qin Xuan, but they were killing him at this moment, and their murderous intent seemed to be concentrated to the extreme in their eyes.
The fighting Buddha was in the air, and he stepped on it.
boom!
With one step, the air wave rolled like a killing blow, heading towards the dozen or so people.
"Dou Zhan, your opponent is us! How dare you ignore us!"
A Supreme Immortal at the pinnacle of the Mahayana had cold eyes and a mountain of precious treasures in his hands, pressing towards the Dou Zhan Buddha.
"Amitabha!"
The fighting Buddha whispers the Buddha's name, and the sound of thunder is vast.
On his body, strands of golden Buddhist inscriptions condensed.
He slowly took a step forward, the palm of the Buddha's hand was like a mountain.
boom!
The palm print collided with the big seal, causing blood to flow from the corner of the fighting Buddha's mouth, but he never took a step back.
He shook the treasure away, stepped on it, and his white clothes flew into the air, appearing in front of the dozen or so strong men who were attacking Qin Xuan.
His eyes seemed to be burning with flames as he used Buddhist magical powers.
Ruyi Buddha Body!
The monk suddenly punched out, knocking back several people. The others became furious and immediately attacked, turning to fight against the Buddha.
"Bald Donkey, you are looking for death!"
"Dou Zhan Buddha, even if you are a genius on the Immortal List and have been seriously injured, you still want to stop us!"
"Qin Changqing is not the one you fight against in the Buddhist temple. Is it worth it for you to die for him?"
Someone roared and used magic weapons to bombard him. The white clothes did not retreat, only a trace of blood spilled from the corner of the fighting Buddha's mouth.
He kept moving his hands, punching the treasure, and the Buddha's Seal Breaking Spirit Technique.
From the corner of his mouth, wisps of blood almost flowed down one after another.
"What joy in life, nothing to fear in death!"
He grinned, blood soaked between his teeth. This smile made the eyes of those ten strong men slightly shocked.
It seemed as if the white-robed monk in front of me was not a Buddha but a demon.
"you wanna die!"
A strong man was furious, and immediately, the power of the Mahayana was like a rainbow and the treasure was like a mountain, pressing down on the man in white clothes.
Boom boom boom...
The heaven and earth are constantly trembling. One person is blocking nearly twenty people from attacking continuously.
In the thunder cloud, the ninth heavenly tribulation has fallen.
Qin Xuan was in it, his vitality seemed to have been cut off, and he seemed to be silent.
The bones in the body have turned into thick green, and the thunder bones are shining.
The five imperial realms were completely dead. Not only that, but many stars in the body were also dead.
The essence and mana are almost gone.
Although his arms have recovered and were tempered by thunder energy, and have returned to their original state, he still seems to have run out of oil.
The thunder clouds gradually dispersed, and in the first catastrophe, there were only nine thunder tribulations.
Qin Xuan refined nine drops of Thunder Yuan and penetrated them into his bones, constantly tempering his body.
Although it has not been refined yet, if it is refined, his eternal green body will be even better.
Outside, there was a battle between the Buddha, the Taoist Taoist priest, the Queen Mother and nearly twenty strong men, and Qin Xuan seemed to hear them all.
His heart was as calm as water.
The Eternal Evergreen Technique circulates, and the surrounding spiritual energy is crazily drawn into the body.
"Thunder Tribulation is over!"
"Damn it!"
Taiqing Lao Dao and the Queen Mother spurted blood and retreated. They were hit hard again. Looking at the scattered thunder clouds in the sky, a touch of surprise flashed in their eyes.
"My little friend is not dead yet. Although his vitality is weak, he is still there!"
Taiqing Lao Dao spoke, as if he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Twenty-three people, we can't hold on fighting the Buddha!" The Queen Mother's worried voice sounded. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked into the sky.
The white clothes were completely stained with blood, and the white clothes were almost riddled with holes.
He only fought against the Buddha and never retreated even a step.
"The catastrophe has passed, kill this monk, and then kill Qin Changqing!"
"Don't let Qin Changqing recover his cultivation, otherwise, I'm afraid we will all perish!"
A roaring sound sounded, and the more than twenty strong men seemed to have been pushed to the limit at this moment.
Some people looked at the fighting Buddha who was covered in injuries, and they were all angry and a little palpitating.
With such severe damage, this fighting Buddha still refuses to retreat!?
This guy is simply crazy!
Buddha Douzhan lowered his eyes, blood was overflowing from all his orifices, and drops of blood fell on the ground.
There were too many bone-deep injuries on his body, and his Buddha power was almost exhausted.
The white clothes seemed to have turned into blood clothes.
"kill!"
There were more than twenty people, and no more nonsense at this moment.
Immediately, more than twenty rays of rainbow light came straight towards Douzhan Buddha.
"Dou Zhan, retreat!"
"Monk, please step back first!"
The Queen Mother and the Taoist Taoist priest were almost roaring, and their eyes were almost split.
There are more than twenty rainbow lights, which contain treasures and contain terrifying killing power. Due to the current situation of the fighting Buddha, I am afraid that he will be destroyed.
In the crash, the white clothes seemed to be destroyed.
Until the rainbow light fell, only the white clothes still stood in place.
The fighting Buddha looked like it was stained with blood, and the bones in his body were broken in countless places. There was only a thin layer of Buddha power lingering around the body.
More than twenty first-grade and second-grade treasures are on the edge of this meager Buddha power.
"What!?"
Everyone was shocked. With only this meager strength, he actually blocked them.
"Dou Zhan!"
The Queen Mother's pupils shrank suddenly. She refined the magic weapon, which was only a third-grade one. An iron branch struck at the more than twenty magic weapons.
Taoist Taiqing used his remaining strength to fly into the air and landed in front of Douzhan Buddha.
He couldn't help but groan, as the mana in his body was exhausted.
"Fight, retreat, if you don't retreat, you will die!"
"Then you will die!" Buddha Douzhan had a cleft lip, his voice was as low as a mosquito.
His eyes opened, and the blood in his body seemed to be burning. He was preparing to burn his flesh and blood to block these twenty people.
Even if he dies, he will not retreat.
"Dou Zhan!"
Taiqing Taoist seemed to be determined to fight, and his expression suddenly changed.
"This poor monk is fighting against the Buddha!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded from the cleft lips.
Those eyes, at this moment, seemed to be shining back, looking down at the world.
"roll!"
There is only one word, like thunder from the sky.
In the eyes of the blood-robed monk, there seemed to be overwhelming Buddha flames.
Behind him, a Buddha's hand appeared. It was just a Buddha's hand. He had trouble concentrating even on a Buddha statue.
boom!
The Buddha's hand roared, and all the more than twenty treasures were wiped out by Saul. The remaining strength of the Buddha's hand was still strong, and it went straight towards the more than twenty strong men.
The more than 20 strong men were palpitating, "Kill this fighting Buddha first!"
A voice sounded, and the spirit arts roared, crushing the Buddha's hand.
The remaining 20 or so people used their supernatural powers to attack again and came to kill the Buddha Douzhan.
The blood-clothed monk's face was covered in blood, but the corners of his mouth were grinning.
He looked dead and fearless, but in his eyes there were only four words.
Would rather die than retreat!
On the sky, that charred figure quietly appeared with a crack.