"Monk?" Xu Zimo said with a smile: "You don't burn incense and worship Buddha in the temple, what are you doing here in this flower world?"

"Monk I am a flower monk myself, what's wrong," Huijue monk said with a smile.

"Little brother, you should take care of what is happening."

Xu Zimo looked up at Yueshan and smiled, "Is it small, is it old?"

"I'm not embarrassing you either, I and Huijue Master each have a trick. If you can survive and survive, I will let you go," Yue Shan said lightly.

"Little brother, I just got together and just wanted to see how the younger generation is now, no evil," Huijue monk explained with a smile.

"Your Changhe Xianzong really doesn't drip very much, but I have saved one of your core elders before," Xu Zimo shook his head.

"By the way, let's wake you up. You should try your best, otherwise I'm afraid I will kill you."

"Crazy enough," Yue Shan snorted coldly.

At this moment, I saw the power of his whole body and the pulse of the gods flowing down.

He looked like a mountain, and looked up.

Xu Zimo can see that the other party seems to have just broken through the realm of the gods, and now he is in the realm of the gods.

However, because the other party's practice skills seem to be very deep, it has a solid foundation today.

He fell down with a palm, looking like a normal palm.

But in Xu Zimo's eyes, this palm no longer seems to be a hand, but a complete high mountain.

The power of the mountain is unmatched, and the shore is strong and firm.

Moving mountains, mountains and rivers are spiritual.

The spirit is immortal, the mountains are high and the sunset is old.

With this palm falling, the Ba Ying in Xu Zimo's hands also appeared.

The dagger of the sky shone out of the machete. The sword was intended to rise, condense, and the machete was like a sea, gathering in the sky into a torrent.

"This is," Huijue monk looked at this momentum with surprise.

I saw Xu Zimo slowly waving the long knife in his hand. At this moment, the whole space collapsed as the knife fell.

I watched the blade of the scimitar, and I expected it to be so.

At this moment, the machete "Boom" carried the supremely powerful sword into the sky.

The mountain that was crushed by the palm of Nayue Mountain collapsed in an instant and only heard the sound of "boom".

The mountain shattered, it seemed that it was not the mountain, but his hand.

It seems that only one knife is left between heaven and earth. Everything in front of Daomang seems to be a mirror between the mountains and rivers.

Yue Shan stared dumbly at his right hand, which was covered with blood and covered with dense knife marks, and his entire hand was almost useless.

When he used Reiki to heal the knife wound, he found that there was still a knife in it that was intended to continuously destroy his palm.

"Who do you despise?" Xu Zimo looked at Yue Shan and said lightly.

"You are the realm of the gods," Yue Shan asked solemnly, looking at Xu Zimo.

"You are not worthy, let the ancestors of Changhe Xianzong come about," Xu Zimo said lightly.

Then he looked at Huijue monk and asked, "Are you going to come, monk?"

"Since the words are spoken, the monk doesn't say slang words, so I have to try them," Huijue monk smiled bitterly.

"I knew that there was no good thing to join in the excitement. Sure enough, my Buddha was right. There is no trouble in the world, and bitterness is all about asking for it."

"The monk is living with emotion again," Xu Zimo smiled.

"Be careful," Yue Shan reminded.

Then I saw Huijue monk shaking his head and sighed, folded his hands together, and looked solemnly in front of him.

"I am Buddha, I am bitter."

The solemn words spit out lightly from Huijue's monk's mouth, and then his body began to change.

It turned into a Buddha.

The Buddha seemed to have a variety of expressions, with a smile on his face and a frown on his face.

"Is the donor willing to put down the butcher's knife?" The Buddha asked with a strange voice in his voice.

"The monk is fooling again," Xu Zimo smiled, and the scimitar in his hand was vertical and horizontal, killing the past again.

"Sentient beings are suffering from the sea," Huijue monk said gently as if singing.

I saw the whole sky was covered, a black bitter sea spread from the end of the sky.

In this bitter sea, all kinds of sentient beings are reflected.

Thousands of people, thousands of looks.

The bitter sea surrounded Xu Zimo, and then saw darkness strike.

Some people are suffering, some are laughing, some are angry, and some are mourning.

Xu Zimo waved his sword and Ba Ying passed through these people's bodies.

He found out that the scene in front of him was all attacked by the soul, not real.

"In this world, I haven't encountered the spirit attack that can break the body of my nine-week palace."

Xu Zimo chuckled.

When these people all came to Xu Zimo, they saw the Jiugongge, the first wolf howling wolf came forward.

With an ancient breath, the fierce gods stood in front of them, and all the people who came in were swallowed and torn.

Seeing this scene, Master Huijue's eyes condensed, Buddha's eyes glared, and he turned mountains and seas.

In this bitter sea of sentient beings, Master Huijue chanted the sutra gently, and slammed again.

"All are born Buddhas."

I saw these crazy people who came to Xu Zimo suddenly stopped, all standing in the same place, looking peaceful.

With his hands folded, the whole body was covered with gold, and each one turned into a Buddha.

When these people were all transformed into Buddha statues, I saw how much their speed, power, and attack power had all increased.

The densely packed Buddha statue rushed over like a torrent of destruction.

Xiaori wolf gradually exhausted, and finally, the first Buddha statue broke through the defense of the first grid of Jiugongge.

The gate of the second grid of Jiugongge was opened, and I saw that it still protected a beast.

At first glance, this mythical beast is like a Dapeng. Its whole body is golden, and its wings can be thousands of miles wide.

This second house is the water, and Dapeng flutters his wings above the water.

But if you look closely, you will find that it is Kunpeng who feeds on dragons.

Diving in the blue sea, swimming and flowing, Shen Gill in the Bohai Sea, falling under the wind and waves

Brushing feathers, drinking and pecking, winged between heaven and earth, like the neck of the river and the sea.

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When this golden-winged Kunpeng appeared in the sea, its body was too big to imagine.

Two claws skimmed over the sea, the explosion of "Boom" sounded, and a tornado hung all over the sea.

After the Buddhas came here, all of them were ready to cross the river to break through this layer.

Only Kun Kunpeng screamed as he traversed the endless void, the sea roaring and boiling.

A pair of wings fell, and the sharp Lin Yu fell across the sky, and hundreds of Buddha statues were destroyed.

"What is this Palace of Souls and Spirits?" Huijue monk shouted in horror.

Before he could react, the golden-winged Kunpeng turned into a stream of light and killed him.

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