Battling Records of the Chosen One

The fabulous building has become more and more deserted.

The avenue ladder has been turned into a passage to Shangjiujing. Those who are not eligible to enter are also destined to enter the ruined building.

Moreover, it has been half a month since the opening of the Shangjiuji, but almost all the strong who are eligible to enter the Shangjiu territory have already left.

The same is true in the Burning World.

The avenues compete for the second, and the time is naturally invaluable.

Therefore, there are very few Lin Xun in this way. It is already the first place in the Avenue of Heaven, but it has not yet entered the Shangjiu.

This makes the city's monks feel very strange, Lin De God... What are you waiting for?

For those big forces in the city, they feel a sense of depression. If the forest gods do not leave, they will not be safe in one day.

These have never caused Lin to care.

No one knows that he is just waiting for an opportunity. Therefore, no matter whether it is in the Sanyuan or Shangjiu, there is not much difference for him.

However, of course he can't give up the opportunity to enter the Shangjiu!

Shangjiujing has a seal against the ages of the ages, and there are also unexpected big opportunities. Even for the kings, there is great attraction.

Moreover, in Shangjiujing, there are still many enemies waiting for him. If you don't go, you can't kill the enemy, and you will be regarded as fear!

"Aru has not returned yet, it seems that it should have already gone to Shangjiu..."

"Where is the old man, when will he come out of the Valley of Burning?"

In the temple, Lin Xunjing sat down and thought.

In the end, he made a decision that before the passage of Shangjiujing was closed, the old man did not appear again, and he went on his own.

Immediately, Lin Xun whispered softly. He had waited for many days, but the opportunity to advance was not really coming.

"Don't you really have to go to Shangjiu to wait for this opportunity?"

Lin finds some frowns.

Waiting means passive.

He is the least like this passive feeling.

In particular, this kind of waiting is also related to whether he can advance to the top of the king!

Over time, there are only three days left until the time when the Shangjiu Channel is closed.

Lin Xun couldn't stand this passive waiting, grew up, walked out of the temple, and wandered aimlessly on the street.

Burning the city is still very busy and lively.

However, these excitement have nothing to do with Lin Xun. He is alone, walking on the street, thinking in his heart, whether to go out of the city, go to Burning Valley to have a look.

Ok?

Suddenly, Lin searched for a foot, and Huoran turned.

Behind it, a **** bird shaped like a black phoenix, with a big iron pot in his paw, is sneaking and trying to attack from behind.

Seeing this, the **** bird smashed the black pot and it was not awkward. The old **** was there, and he calmly said: "Hah, we have met again."

Lin sneered: "Yes, the way you meet each time is so special."

The **** bird smiled and said: "Hey, some old problems can't be changed for a while, as long as the little brother doesn't blame."

As he said, he slammed into the air, flapping his wings, and the speed was incredible, looting away from the vast building in the distance.

"Big black, why do you wait until now to leave?" Lin asked aloud.

This **** bird is too weird. Every time I meet, it is like a thief. It is very abnormal when I say nothing.

"You still care about yourself, you don't know what the big disaster is!"

The **** bird sounded with a hint of gloating.

Lin searched for black and condensed, and when he was about to ask further, this **** bird, which was full of wretchedness, had already rushed into the ruined building and disappeared.

Obviously, it has already traveled to Shangjiu.

The big disaster is coming?

Lin looked frowning, and immediately he found something wrong.

On the nearby streets, I don’t know when it was, it was empty, there was no figure, it was cold and clear, and it was empty.

His knowledge spreads, but it is only in the range of a thousand feet, it is isolated!

Array method?

Lin searched for black and cold, and the lonely figure steamed up the bright road, and an invisible power spread.

"Lin Daoyou, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

In the distant sky, a black man emerged.

He has a fair complexion and holds 18 black rosary beads. His eyebrows are superb, his forehead is full, his figure is like a pine, but there is a heart-warming and indifferent color between his looks.

Muzheng!

One of the 18 Tibetans!

At a glance, Lin Xun recognizes the identity of the other party.

In the broken ancient temple below the boundary river, he once had a conflict with Muzheng, and also listened to the origin of the 18th son of the Dizang Temple.

"wait for me?"

Lin looked for a smile, and this may be the "big disaster" that the **** bird said.

He said: "I have heard about it. Your Tibetan temples regard me as the number one heresy. I want to overtake me. So, if you appear here, you are going to do this?"

The wood is folded in both hands, and a Buddha number is announced. "Lin Daoyou is like a torch."

Lin finds a smile: "That's the case, let other people come out too."

There was a slight color in the wooden scorpion, but I couldn’t think of it. Lin Xun could actually detect it, and then he nodded: "Lin Daoyou has the power of the devil, the power of the world, only by me, there is no victory over Lin Daoyou. ""

He said, he said: "The brothers and sisters of the brothers, please come out and see."

The voice just fell, silently, in the different directions around Lin, there is a figure.

All of them are black robes, hand-held rosary, and solemn, with a total of seventeen people. Although they are silent, they give people the majesty of the sea.

Eighteen people, just like the 18 big arhats with fruit positions standing on the sea of ​​corpse mountains!

This is the 18th chapter of the Dizang Temple. It is divided into six parts, six parts, and six dusts. It represents the eighteen unique figures who have created the Luohan gold body. Each one has mastered a town heritage.

Lin Xun’s look is as calm as the old one, but there is a touch of cold mang in the scorpion. “You can really see me in the Tibetan temple. Even the eighteen sons have been dispatched together. Just, you are not worried about all the blood today.” ”

Wood is looking cold and indifferent, not moving, saying: "Buddha, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, I wait for today to show up, I have no regard for life and death."

The other seventeen black-clothed monks also looked indifferent.

Obviously, they are prepared!

The atmosphere suddenly became chilling.

The empty streets, the quiet atmosphere, and Lin Xun’s stunned people were besieged by the 18th Temple of the Tibetan Mastiff. This picture seems to suppress people's hearts.

"Why do you want to choose to do it at this time?" Lin frowned, some puzzled.

"If you let the Taoist friends enter the Shangjiu, I am afraid that it will be very difficult to have a chance to surpass the Taoist friends." Muzheng is very open.

It is this kind of arrogance that is chilling.

Lin searched for black and groaned and said: "I asked myself that there is no deep hatred for the Tibetan Temple. Why do you want to target me like this?"

In fact, he already knows the answer from the **** bird mouth, but now he just wants to confirm it.

Mu is indifferent: "Do you still understand the Taoist friends? You have robbed the Taoist Temple and the Bodhi wood that my ancestral temple has left, and the inheritance of Baozongmen is not leaked. I can only make this decision. ""

Lin looked for a sigh, and there was a slap in the face, saying: "Mu Zheng, you are the most clear thing about the original. This Tao and Bodhi are all my chances. Why do you **** it?"

"If this is the case, the creation and opportunity in this absolute domain are not the temples of your place. Why do you want to compete?"

Speaking of this, Lin Xun smiled silently, and the black squint glanced at the 18th in the field. He gently spit out three words in his lips: "Do you want a face?"

The sound is like thunder!

Muzheng's face changed slightly, and immediately returned to the original, indifferent: "Daoyou, what is the use of sophistry at this time?"

Immediately, he turned his head and said: "Of course, I don't want to be too embarrassed. If you hand over the Taoist and Bodhi, and you will be self-destructive, I will wait for compassion. Leave a way for the Taoist friends."

Lin Xun first was a glimpse, and then laughed and said: "A good thief, I did not expect, you can say such shameless words."

"Small is serious, but also ask the Taoist to think twice." Mu is indifferent, the look of the ancient well is not wave, a victory in the grip of the posture.

"Please also ask your friends to think twice!"

The other seventeen black-clothed monks also spoke openly, and their voices were grand and solemn.

Lin searched for a murderous murder in the scorpion, and was completely irritated.

These vultures are one-of-a-kind, with compassion in their mouths. In fact, this hypocritical attitude is simply disgusting, even a real villain!

"Lin is not talented, but also some of the secrets of Buddhism and Taoism. I have to look at it today. Who is over whoever!"

Lin Xun took a deep breath, snorted and sighed, and suddenly there was a solemn meditation.

This is the power of the Great Tibetan Sutra!

Mu Zheng and others are slightly stunned, and finally they are not calm. They are keenly aware that Lin Xun has a similar atmosphere with them, but they have a different charm.

“Sure enough, it’s a heresy!”

Muzheng and others are stunned, such as a Buddha who is angry and angry, and his black robe hunts and screams, and there is a terrible killing.

"Do it, overdo it!"

A sturdy man with a skeleton and a resolute look of warfare emerged, and a large, awkward black Buddha light emerged.

His law is numerous, and he smashes out his hands. His hands are in ten, and the top of his head suddenly shows a Vedic method. His demeanor is fierce, and he violently slams into the air.

The history of the Dizang Temple town - the wrath of Wei Tuo!

boom!

Wei Wei's Vedic method, blooming infinite Buddha light, a punch press, the fist is condensed into a lotus shape, seems to be able to purify and exceed everything, powerful and boundless.

But I saw Lin sneer, hands clasped together, above the head, also a Vedic method!

The difference is that this law is burning with a black phoenix fire, and there is a hegemonic devastating temper in the mighty.

And, a punch, the punch is interpreted as a lotus, the center of the lotus, there is a black phoenix flying in the fire, like to cross the nine days!

Boom!

The two Vedics collided together, and if the two gods were confronting each other, there was a lot of light, and the roaring and stirring for nine days.

However, with only one blow, the Vedic method, which was condensed by Mujing, was shattered and destroyed by the endless black phoenix fire and turned into a robber!

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PS: Don't worry, Lin De God will advance soon!