Zhongfa is the most powerful among the four great monks. He has been taking the reckless way of fighting hard. The steel demon-subduing pestle in his hand weighs 108 kilograms. During the war, Zhongfa has often beaten Huaxia Xuanxiu into meat sauce. He swung the demon-subduing pestle with hundreds of kilograms, and cooperated with Zhongfa's brute force. He would not die or be injured when hit on his body.

In that year, Zhongfa became famous and was respected as a divine power monk in the island country. This divine power did not weaken because of his age, but instead became stronger and stronger.

Boom was another extremely arrogant collision. The demon-subduing pestle smashed the hammer on the large prayer drum, and the iron chains buzzed. Banzaji shook the large prayer drum, a ray of light flashed across his face, and he shouted: "Cheer."

As Banzaji practiced the Tantric practices taught by Xuan Qi, his rejuvenation and childish qi gradually flourished, and he also became a teenager's aura. He liked to fight and fight against Chinese and Chinese medicine. He really had the right appetite.

The large prayer drum danced, and the true energy was injected into the prayer drum. The huge magic weapon rotated, carrying a ray of black ink-like light, and roared into the Sino-Father.

"It's good to come" Zhongfa also made a strange cry, his arms were used to force, his muscles swelled, and the demon-subduing pestle, the thick goose egg, was held in his hand by Zhongfa. His whole body was concentrated with a little brute force, and the demon-subduing pestle flowed out strange five colors, and with the sound of howling wind, he smashed the prayer drum in Banzaji's hand.

Both of them were shocked and took three steps back, their whole body was churning, and their arms were numb and comfortable. The excited Chinese and French face was flushed. He had forgotten when he had been so refreshing last time? His eyes were slowly widening and about to swing the demon-subduing pestle to smash Banzaji, Chinese and French suddenly felt a cold wind flashing on their backs, and then two sharp and thin things hit their backs.

The buzzing Chinese-French flew up directly. In the whistling wind, he could hear the clear bones on his body shattering. While spitting out internal organs in his mouth, he sighed in a unclear way: "What a big force." Then he saw the large prayer tube dilated in his pupils, sharply cracking, and the clear sound of the bones shattering sounded in his ears, and the big head was beaten into a rotten watermelon.

Banzaji was also exhausted and panting. On the land of other countries, especially in the mountain gates of other schools, there was not so much attention. People with a heroic idea would become fat in the garden and dry bones on the side of the road.

Nakagawa, who is inhuman, is still pursuing monks around him and then eating their hearts. Not everyone is a devout believer, and his selfishness between life and death will be exposed. Some people will put their faith behind their minds and dodge their own ways for survival. It is much better to live than to die.

Ignoring the busy Nakagawa and the monks who escaped like a betrayal dog. Xuan Qi targeted Miyamoto Sawasai. The host of Tennoji Temple was indeed very good. Although he was not wearing a cassock, he still had a hint of holiness on his face.

The great compassion finger still carries the peace and compassion of Buddhism. The hideous black dragon tattoo on the back has a hint of coldness like a blade. Compassion and peace and killing are decisively intertwined, and Miyamoto Sawasai's combat power has risen sharply.

Xuanqing and his sea of ​​consciousness had already had a cyclone, and they also learned that Xuanqi had put the spirit stone in front of their chests. The ancient sword of Xuan family's treasure in his hand was flashing, and the sword energy was like rainbow to cut Miyamoto Zezhai, but they didn't expect that Miyamoto Zezhai's skills were so great. The level of the Buddha's finger relics was higher than that of the ancient sword. Whenever Xuanqing and his sword were about to break through Miyamoto Zezhai's defense, the elusive Buddha's finger relics would be pointed at the tip of the sword.

The pine-patterned sword, which was already extremely sharp, was pointed out by great compassion three times, and the sharp edge was actually a little curled. This made Xuan Qinghe very sad. The family-born sword could not be destroyed in his own hands like this. It was precisely because of this consideration that Xuan Qinghe was a little afraid of taking action, but was dominated by Miyamoto Sawasai, and for a moment he went from being equal to the point of danger.

Looking at the extremely embarrassed grandfather, Xuan Qi shouted loudly: "I'm here." As he said that, he jumped high and smashed the Four Sheep Lords in his hand at Miyamoto Zezhai. The Four Sheep Lords who were drinking blood had essential changes. The originally broken magic array was connected little by little, with a total of eight straight sheep horns, two of which were handles, and the remaining six could be turned into flying swords.

Dududododododo lined up with six straight sheep horns and shot towards Miyamoto Zezai. Miyamoto Zezai immediately dodged left and right, avoiding four straight sheep horns, and then pointed out one with great compassion. The last one did not avoid it, rubbed his arm and hit his shoulder, leaving a deep blood groove.

Miyamoto Sawasai held Yuan Shuichi, as if he was still as a mountain, as if he was like a tiger in one hand, and as an immortal in the other hand, he looked around after he looked at it. As a result, he was depressed. Three of the four monks lay on the ground, and the other monks died, their chests were torn open, and blood flowed all over the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. As for the violent Nakagawa, he had disappeared without a trace.

The angry Miyamoto Zezhai couldn't even explain the complete words clearly. His palm trembled and pointed at Xuan Qi and said, "What evil method do you use? You are so cruel and killing people to swallow your heart, you are really crazy." After seeing the form clearly, the harem of Moonzezhai also had the intention to retreat. I'm afraid you will be killed when you stay here. It's better to go back now.

"Don't you think this kind of death is like a sacrifice in religion?" Xuan Qi said as he shook the Four Sheep Lords, and all the six sheep horns flew back. Xuan Qi looked at Miyamoto Zezhai and said, "Take the Buddha's finger relics, and I can leave you with a whole body, otherwise... don't blame me for taking you into pieces."

Hearing Xuanqi say this, Miyamoto Sawasai then finds that the monks lying on the ground burst out with their chests, as if they were caught by something. He can't help but think of Nakagawa's sharp claws that were as sharp as a blade after the violent.

Xuanqi has no time to compensate Miyamoto Zezai Moji. Now is a good time to get rid of him. Don’t wait for Nakagawa to eat enough heart to purify blood. It will be difficult for them to join forces.

Xuan Qi danced and smashed the four sheep masters, and roared loudly while smashing them: "Check me one."

Miyamoto Zesai, who was thinking, heard Xuan Qi's roar and subconsciously used his great compassionate finger. Another face-to-face resistance, the wound on Miyamoto Zesai's palm was even bigger, and the red blood kept flowing out, making him frown. When he was about to retreat, he suddenly felt the pain of his legs trembling.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang six straight sheep horns lined up in the shape of a Pin character, directly hitting Miyamoto Sawasai's calves. The sharp sheep horns hit the thin leg bones, bursting out a rude energy, directly breaking Miyamoto Sawasai's leg bones

The pain made Miyamoto Sawasai unstable and he lay on the ground in an instant. Xuan Qi rushed over and raised the Four Sheep Lord, and smashed Miyamoto Sawasai's bare head.

The clanging head hit the Four Sheep Lord, and a roar burst out. Miyamoto Zesai, who was still struggling in pain, was knocked unconscious to the ground.

"Take away the finger bone relics quickly." Bayan's voice trembled. The treasure that had been lost in Tibetan areas for many years finally came to the day of his return.

Xuanqi reached out and pulled Miyamoto Sawasai's arm, trying to pull off the Buddha's finger relic from it, but the Buddha's finger relic grew firmly on Miyamoto Sawasai's palm, but it was not pulled off.

"Get out of here, I'll do it." Xuan Qinghe, who was decisive in his killing, let out a low roar. The ancient pine-patterned sword in his hand turned into a long rainbow, slashing on Miyamoto Zesai's palm. The crystal-like jade-like palm had extremely strong elasticity. The long sword slashed on it and bounced up again. The palms transformed by the blood of the black dragon were very defensive.

The severe pain woke Miyamoto Sawazai again. The old ghost's eyes were covered with blood. Without the freedom and compassion of the monks, he looked at Xuan Qi and others and said, "Don't waste your energy, the entire Buddha finger relics have been refined into my arms. You can't open them..."

"Is that true?" Banzaki stepped on Miyamoto Sawasai's arm, raised the prayer wheel with both hands, and smashed Miyamoto Sawasai's palm, one, two, three. The severe pain caused Miyamoto Sawasai to die, and his originally crystal clear palm was smashed into blood and blood.

After smashing for about ninety consecutive times, Miyamoto Sawazai, who was already seriously injured, felt very painful. The round and jade-like palm was smashed into a meat pie, bright red and bright, and a small pool of blood formed on the ground. The milky white Buddha finger relics were lying quietly in the pool of blood.

Xuan Qi squatted down and reached for it. As soon as his palm touched the pool of blood, he felt inexplicably hot. Then something seemed to penetrate under his little finger. Xuan Qi raised his palm and looked at it. Then he saw another finger under his little finger. The Buddha finger relic, which was originally lying in the pool of blood, actually grew on Xuan Qi's palm. Xuan Qi was so shocked that he asked in surprise: "How could this happen?"

No one can answer this question. Bayan and Banzaji looked at each other in shock. The current situation was really beyond their expectations. Bayan directly pronounced the Buddha's name to Xuan Qi: "The Buddha treasure is already spiritual. Since it can grow in your hands, it is a fate with you."

Banzaji immediately echoed: "Yes, it's better to be in your hands than to fall into the hands of the Japanese." Both of them had received favor from Xuan Qi, and now they are working together to open a spirit stone mine. Naturally, they will not turn against each other with the Buddha treasure. What's more, the Buddha treasure was also brought back by Xuan Qi, which saved him the sorrow of sharing the spoils.

The three monks had no water to drink, so who would worship this relic in the Jokhang Temple or the Tantric Buddhism? So they handed it over to Xuan Qi, which made the other two worry-free.

Xuan Qi touched the Buddha's finger relic, and before he could speak, he felt a trembling sound in his head. The old man really taught Xuan Qi a set of fingering techniques, and it was much more powerful than the great compassionate fingers.

Xuan Qi's mind suddenly fell into ethereality, and he carefully realized the power of this set of fingering techniques. The power of the Wanxiang finger was indeed much stronger, and it had the effect of breaking the Wanxiang with one method. After Xuan Qi's understanding was thorough, he restrained his breath and suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if he was being peeked out. When Xuan Qi was about to find something wrong, the ground trembled rhythmically, and the strong Zhongchuan's chest was blood red. He carried two iron-shaped black dragons, as if he rushed out as if a heavy tank.
Chapter completed!