My brother is so stable

"Hmph, if you are not sanctified, you will be an ant after all."

Zhun Ti sneered, and the Dharma Body slapped it, pressing it against the Tai Chi diagram on Li Changshou's head.

The power of the two saints...

Li Changshou's figure was knocked down almost instantly, he lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure was crumbling.

Eighty-nine profound arts!

Great Balance!

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit shouted: "Chang Geng, hurry up, you can't stop them!"

Li Changshou remained motionless, took a deep breath, and the Xuanhuang Pagoda appeared at his feet.

Boundless spiritual energy gathered towards him, but the Tai Chi Diagram could not go up half an inch.

The shadow of the saint's palm falls again!

All the guides and guides make a move!

Li Changshou was covered with golden light, blood light, and purple light. His body was beaten for a moment, but after carrying it, he propped up the Tai Chi diagram again.

Lying in a pool of blood, Yang Jian opened his eyes to look at the figure, his eyes were burning with flames, but his almost broken body could not move at all.

Daoist Yuding clenched his fists tightly, but Taoist Manjusri whispered beside him, the saint would not kill Li Changgeng.

Zhao Gongming called out with tears:

"Chang Geng, you go, my brother has dragged you down, my brother is willing to be robbed! Can you go!"

"Pick up! Zhunti! Come and kill me! Come and kill me!"

"I, Zhao Gongming, can't afford your kindness! You might as well let me die! Li Changgeng! Li Changshou!"

Li Changshou's hands were trembling slightly.

Taoist Jieyin suddenly said, "Jin Ling doesn't have to die today, Zhao Gongming will just die."

Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up, and he wanted to push the Virgin of the Golden Spirit away, but the Virgin of the Golden Spirit hugged her right arm tightly.

The Holy Mother of Golden Light, who had been suppressed by the sage's rhyme, suddenly grasped the sword in her hand.

Why, a sage can arbitrarily decide the fate of others.

Why, the second master wants to help the West teach or not to help us.

Why, our Taoist sects are going to kill each other...

"Everything started because of me, please let the sage master let go of my senior brother and sister!"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Light looked at Yang Jian, and suddenly covered her mouth and cried, her eyes full of pain.

It would be nice if I died sooner.

my fault...

my fault...

"My fault."

Li Changshou turned around abruptly, wanting to reach out to save him, but at this moment he had no strength left, and his figure was pressed down by the Tai Chi diagram and knelt down on one knee in mid-air.

He only saw...

The Holy Mother of Golden Light held the sword in her left hand, and the blade slashed across her neck. The petite figure that had been kneeling fell backwards.

"Ah, ah!"

Yang Jian's voice was trembling, and he could only helplessly hit the ground with both hands.

He had never met him before, but he was out of anger, and the flames in his eyes ignited the pool of blood around him.

Her fault?

Li Changshou's eyes were a little frozen.

The vast and boundless pressure above hit him again, and his figure kept shaking, but he stood up suddenly.

He raised his head, looked at the saint, and looked at Jiutian.

Jieyin and Zhunti subconsciously stopped, frowning a little at Li Changshou's eyes.

In the perception of the saint, there is actually some fear.

"Why did she say it was her fault?

answer me!

Why should she!Say it's her fault! "

Li Changshou questioned, his voice trembling.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Zhunti suddenly wanted to retreat, but this retreat made him a little annoyed, and he stared at Li Changshou coldly.

Li Changshou suddenly laughed at himself, with a look of sadness in his eyes.

He wanted to be desperate, he wanted to expose his hole cards, he wanted to take out the hole cards used to deal with Tiandao, put them here, and kill the two saints in front of him.

But he still kept his sanity, and even began to subconsciously calculate at this moment, what should he do to help Zhao Gongming escape safely today.

Snapped!

Li Changshou suddenly slapped himself.

Kong Ming's Dao heart was dissipated, Li Changshou smiled wryly, opened his left hand, and aimed at Zhao Gongming.

Emotional balance.

For a moment, Li Changshou's eyes were wide open, his teeth were clenched, his hair fluttered one by one, and blood was almost clenched from his fists.

Despair, anger, regret, pain!

Zhao Gongming gave him half of the share, but it already made him want to be desperate and desperate.

Can!