Xiao Ye was shocked to the ground, and the magic of the whole body also dissipated, and the original appearance was restored.
His corner of his mouth was hanging blood, his face was pale.
It looks very serious.
But the domineering momentum on his body did not weaken. He grinned towards Long Xiaoshan: "It's really amazing, but when I come to Japan, I will come to you."
Long Xiaoshan's expression was indifferent and didn't care.
Not to mention, even now, Xiao Ye has not forced his true strength.
Will he care about a loser.
Seeing Xiao Ye down the fighting table.
The whole stand is more and more crazy.
Three consecutive victories!
It's already winning!
Lian Wei's famous demon sword, Xiao Ye, also lost in the hands of Long Xiaoshan.
The only difference is that Xiao Ye forced Long Xiaoshan to get up. In this regard, he is better than the Liyang son and Ye Qingyu in front.
Unlike the enthusiasm of the stands.
The atmosphere of the strong Douro on the side of the fighting table was a bit cold.
After Xiao Ye stepped down.
There is no strong fighting Rome to keep up with the challenge. You must know that after Ye Qingyu's defeat, he immediately went up to several strong Dou Luo.
Obviously, they are more clear than those of the spectators. Xiao Ye just showed the strength. Even Xiao Ye, who was so powerful, was defeated. Can they get forward, can they be able to discuss it?
For a while, it was in a blank period.
"Go on."
"I dare not go on."
Drum noise on the stands is getting bigger and bigger.
It's not too big to see the lively.
The void suddenly came out of the harsh brain -piercing magic sound, sweeping the entire Dou Luo field, so that most of them were like earth -colored, and the sound of drumming stopped abruptly.
At this time, there was another figure on the fighting table.
Long brown hair, face is covered in the gray mist of nothingness, and you can't see the specific appearance.
"It's a demon."
"The real disciple of the Da Luo Shunzong finally appeared."
The first few games were not the gatekeeper of the Da Luo Soul.
And everyone knows that Long Xiaoshan killed the Quartet in Douro Farm because of conflict with Da Luoshenzong, and then stepped on the genius of Da Luo Shunzong step by step.
Therefore, the appearance of the demon sound is even more meaningful.
It is Long Xiaoshan continued to step on the Da Luo souls and staged a miracle.
Still the end of this miracle.
At present, it is still unknown.
On the fighting table, the battle broke out in an instant. Among the nothingness, there was a harsh magic sound. Those sound waves were staggered in the void, ubiquitous, and could not resist.
Even the dragon's dragon in Long Xiaoshan can't stop the penetration of the sound waves.
This is another form of attack.
It is the perfect combination of sound waves and soul.
Suddenly, Long Xiaoshan felt that the river was turning into the sea, the horrible magic sounds raged in it, the six god wheels shone, Long Xiaoshan folded his hands, fell on the void, showing a big and complete breath on his body.
At the top of its head, the divine power flows, and an unknown king looks born.
"Well!"
Ming Wang Li roar, like a Buddhist gate lion roar.
Broken all the magic sounds of the body.
Long Xiaoshan has the three cultivation of Buddhism and Demon, and the King of Ming Dynasty is the first of the Eight Ming King of the Tantra of Buddhism. It has any difficulties when encountering any difficulties.
The impermanence of the king showed the anger, so that the demons who disturbed the beings were afraid and stayed away, so that all beings would not shake the bodhicitta on the road of practice.
The magic sound of the brain is for evil spirits.
How could it be able to shake the King of the King.
"Well, oh, oh, 哞, 吽!"
Long Xiaoshan squeezed the magic seal, read the six -character mantra, the golden Sanskrit, flowed out of the mouth of Ming Wang, like a blossoming golden lotus flower reflected in the void.
These golden lotus flowers fly around the sky.
Wherever.
The magic sounds are shattered.
There are more and more golden lotus flowers, and the magic sounds are constantly suppressed. From all directions, the demon sound is covered.
The whole person was wrapped in the golden lotus. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and on the void, a huge and extremely powerful magic piano appeared, and the munning method of the demon sound was a piano.
The strings are moving, the gray sound wave cuts the world.
Even the six -character mantra was beheaded.
The monster sounded upwards, and the stars broke out with both eyes. His hands and ten fingers flew quickly in the void, and the piano soul method also quickly fluctuated, and the piano sounded between the heavens and the earth.
Unlike the harsh magic sound just now.
The sound of the piano is pleasant, melodious, enlightened, without a trace of evil killing.
So the golden Buddha sound could not cause any destructive power to the piano.
This piano sound flows, between heaven and earth, as if only those sounds are left. Everyone can get different feelings when they hear this piano sound. The same is true for Long Xiaoshan. In this piano sound.
He returned to Longyang Village, a boy of a mountain, and worked hard to cross the small mountain village.
Cast celebrities.
Wake up the world's power, drunk lying beauty knees.
Romantic life.
How are you happy.
In a blink of an eye, eighty years have passed.
Long Xiaoshan was lying on the bed.
Now that he is 100 years old, for mortals, this is already a high life in high life. Even if Long Xiaoshan hundreds of millions of wealth and enjoy the best medical treatment, it has now reached a limit.
He also clearly felt that he had reached a limit.
The bedside was full of his descendants.
The youngest five -generation grandson can already call his grandfather.
Beside him, his wife was not old. Although he was as old as him, he was still alive.
"Xiaoshan, go with peace of mind, rest assured, everything in Longmen will be good." The wife held his hand tightly.
"Father."
"grandfather."
"You feel at ease, everything is good."
Long Xiaoshan's turbid eyes looked at all this.
In this life, anyone who wants it, money, beauty is not missing, the family is also harmonious, and the son is filial piety. Even when he is a centenar, when he doses it, he does not seem to have any regrets in his life.
It's a perfect life.
Long Xiaoshan's breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and it seems to be satisfied with satisfaction.
But at this time, Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows lit up, his old face continued to transform, white hair turned black, and the skin -like skin restored the rosy luster.
In the horror of the descendants, Long Xiaoshan slowly floated, stepped in the air, groaning: "Zhuang Zhoumeng Butterfly, a hundred years old dream, a good song, it's time to wake up, it's time to wake up."
Everything in front of me is like a dream bubble, which dissipates in Long Xiaoshan's singing.
In the dream, Long Xiaoshan has passed over a century.
Dreaming, he was still standing on the fighting table. Opposite him, the fingers of the demon sound trembled, when!
The strings break.
The corner of the demon sound slowly flows a blood.
His "Floating Life" seems to have no killing, but it is the masterpiece of his piano. Invisible, he controlled the soul, and even the Longshan almost lost in the dream of floating life.
After all, Long Xiaoshan's spiritual cultivation is beyond his imagination.