super evolution

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Except for those warriors who surveyed the sky who were not affected by Zen skills, many disciples of Huang Quandao lost their combat effectiveness for a while.

Even Han Xiaobai and Ying Xiaogou, disciples of Huangquan Dao who already had the cultivation of emperors, their zombie bodies and ghost bodies happened to be restrained by Buddhist kung fu. Under the thin golden light, Han Xiaobai Faint black smoke rose from Ying Xiaogou's body, and his body hurt like a knife.

"Good monk, indeed a good monk!"

Wu Hai sighed in admiration, and a thunder of the Taiyin God blasted over.

With a loud bang, the Golden Light Cave opened a large pit with a diameter of a hundred miles.

But after the thunder light disappeared, the golden light healed as before.Several sky surveyors who wanted to take the opportunity to rush through the golden light bumped into the golden light, and were shocked by a strong rebound force and flew hundreds of miles upside down, almost breaking their necks.

Wu Hai was startled, but Monk Fan Hui displayed a supernatural power that comprehended the sky and the earth, and suddenly revealed a gigantic figure in the golden light.He nodded to Wu Hai and said with a smile: "Sir Tianshi, can you break the poor monk's Zen?"

The monkey sneered, picked up his stick and rushed forward, he said with a strange smile: "It's just Hinayana Tianlong Zen skills, don't be presumptuous in front of the old grandson!"

With a laugh that went straight into the sky, the monkey swung the iron rod, brought a colorful Buddha light and smashed it towards the golden light curtain.

With the sound of 'Dang Clang', the monkey's iron rod was bounced upside down, and the stick just hit his own forehead, splashing a large amount of sparks, which made the monkey dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

The eight white apes flew up in a hurry, protected the monkey and retreated.

Monk Fan Hui smiled lightly, nodded his head and said: "Benefactor, you misunderstood the poor monk's Zen skills. Hey!"

As soon as the mantra was uttered, a golden mountain roared down in the void, and the monkey and eight apprentices were pinned under the mountain on the spot.The mountain fell heavily to the ground, and immediately took root on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it grew so that there was no gap between it and the ground.

The monkey and the eight apprentices roared angrily at the foot of the mountain, trying to destroy the mountain with all their might.

But that big mountain is shining golden light and remains motionless, even if you have supernatural powers, you can't break even a single rock on the mountain.

Yang Jian swung the three-pointed and two-edged knife, and slashed towards the mountain with one blow.

The mountain that trapped the monkey and the eight apprentices under the mountain was like an illusion at the moment. Yang Jian swung his sword, but he couldn't touch the mountain at all.

The mountain stands clearly where it stands, but Yang Jian's knife seems to be hundreds of thousands of miles away from the mountain.

Kong Sangri and other generals were shocked, and they used their supernatural powers to attack the mountain, but even though they used thousands of methods, how could they touch the mountain?You can't even touch the edge of the mountain, how can you break through the mountain and release the monkey and his eight apprentices?

Wu Hai squinted his eyes at Monk Fan Hui.

Monk Fan Hui looked at Wu Hai with a smile on his face, made a Brahma seal on his chest with his hands, and said with a smile: "Honorable One, can you break the poor monk's Zen skills?"

Han Xiaoba frivolously picked out his ears, pointed at Monk Fan Hui and yelled, "What are you doing? What nonsense Zen skills? The uncle will find you ten or eight women, and break your virgin body, and see if you return to Zen!" Gong, Zen Gong!"

Monk Fan Hui's smile remained unchanged: "The benefactor has invited me. The poor monk's joyful meditation skills are quite promising. It is difficult for ordinary women to break the poor monk's Zen skills."

Han Xiaoba was furious, and immediately pointed at Monk Fan Hui and yelled at him.

Monk Fan Hui laughed and scolded Han Xiaoba, and his words were obscene, and the shamelessness of his words was similar to that of Han Xiaoba.

The spiritual light in Wu Hai's eyes flickered faintly, he suddenly took out a thunder bead, and shook his hand to hit the mountain that trapped the monkey master and apprentice.This thunder bead is the aura of catastrophe when many disciples of Huangquan Dao collectively promoted to the realm, and it was condensed into a thunder bead by Wu Hai with great magic power.

Monk Fan Hui just shook his head as he looked at the Thunder Bead. His Zen skills are so mysterious, how could it be possible for ordinary supernatural powers to break through them?This thunder bead looks ordinary, it is nothing more than a common thunder method, how can it decipher the Dharma he inherited from those two supreme beings?

What surprised Monk Fan Hui happened, the Heavenly Tribulation Orb thrown by Wu Hai drifted through the Buddhist ban placed by Monk Fan Hui, and landed directly on the body of the mountain.Immediately afterwards, an incredible pressure came from the void, and a huge scarlet eye suddenly appeared in the void, staring blankly at the mountain and Monk Fan Hui.

"The eye of the catastrophe!"

Monk Fan Hui exclaimed in surprise: "This is... this is the power of heaven, how can you mobilize the power of heaven?"

Wu Hai sneered and ignored Monk Fan Hui.Ordinary divine channels can't break through this monk's Buddhist prohibition, so what about the pure power of Heavenly Tribulation?

The 10,000+ sects of Huangquan Dao have collectively promoted to the realm, and the power of this catastrophe is simply desperate.The scarlet Eye of Heaven's Tribulation swirled for a while, and suddenly erupted countless thunder and earth fires, containing countless purple thunder lights, like tens of thousands of mad dragons slashing down on their heads.

With just one blow, the mountain of Monk Fan Hui was shattered.

Then 48 thunderbolts hit the body of Monk Fan Hui.Monk Fan Hui's protective Buddha's light barely resisted nineteen rounds of thunder before it shattered, and the remaining thunder was about to blow him to pieces.

Before it was too late, a colorful bodhi stick suddenly shot out from Monk Fan Hui's body, and easily blocked the monk's bald head.

The thunderbolt, which was enough to destroy half of Huiyan Daxue Mountain, fell on the bodhi staff, without even arousing the slightest light and shadow, and it was completely annihilated as if it had never existed.Monk Fan Hui with an ugly face grasped the Bodhi staff, glanced coldly at Wu Hai, and suddenly raised the Bodhi staff with a wave, and dozens of thin golden lights fell from the sky with graceful Sanskrit singing.

Wu Hai's complexion also changed slightly. Just now, a single Buddha's light blocked the way and could not break through, but now dozens of Buddha's lights fell together. This monk Fan Hui took the Bodhi staff, and he was like a different person, as if Wu Hai held the Pangu banner and displayed terrifying power.

What is the origin of this bodhi stick?

Wu Hai was thinking about the origin and identity of Monk Fan Hui, but the group of old monks and nuns had already made their choice.

All the monks and nuns bowed down to the Buddhist scriptures at the same time, and the oldest and most qualified old monk tremblingly held up the Buddhist scriptures and passed on the essence of "Mahayana Sumeru" to these monks and nuns.

These old monks and nuns have practiced in Daxue Mountain for many years, and their Zen power has already reached the peak of the emperor. However, they have hundreds of millions of property but don't know how to spend it. It's just some superficial Dharma that I've learned by myself.

Now that I have obtained this exquisite Mahayana Sumeru, it took only a moment and a half for these monks and nuns to grasp the mystery of it, and even some people stretched out their hands directly, and a boundless wonderland was faintly formed in the palm of their hands.

Monk Fan Hui stared at the old nun Wuxing, and sneered repeatedly: "Chan Master Wuxing doesn't like this kind of Zen skills?"

The old nun was silent for a while, then suddenly took a few steps back, she bowed and said: "Wu Xing's fortune is shallow, I only want to practice pure and carefree, but I don't want to join the sect, please forgive me."

Monk Fan Hui gave the sexless old nun a cold look, nodded and said: "Forget it, when you go back to Yanda Snow Mountain in the future, it will be the other courtyard of Jingtuao, but you and your disciples will not be able to live in Daxue Mountain.

Just do it yourself! "

With a wave of his hand, Monk Fan Hui waved the asexual old nun away a million miles away.

The sexless old nun glanced at the top of the Daxue Mountain with a sneering smile, shook her bald head triumphantly, turned around and flew away on a cloud of white clouds.

She didn't even care about her other disciples, and just left Daxue Mountain on her own.

A deep Sanskrit singing came from the depths of Daxue Mountain, and an old monk with a height of two feet and red skin slowly walked out of the Buddhist light emitted by Monk Fanjie, and countless Buddhist temples and forests faintly flashed in his hands.

He looked at Wu Hai and yelled sharply: "Poor monk Dalong, would Venerable Heaven Killer dare to fight in the secret realm of my small Three Thousand Buddha Kingdom?"

After a slight pause, Zen Master Dalong shouted loudly: "There are trillions of disciples in my Daxue Mountain, and there are hundreds of millions of disciples like you. Poor sentient beings are innocent. Why should they hurt their lives for nothing?"

Wu Hai glanced coldly at Chan Monk Dalong, nodded slowly and said, "If I win, I will take away 600 people from Daxue Mountain, will you agree?"

Zen Master Dalong was hesitating when he suddenly heard the voice of Monk Fan Hui.

Zen Master Dalong nodded immediately, and he said with a smile: "If you can get out of the poor monk's secret realm, then naturally you can take people away!"

Wu Hai nodded and smiled, and flew towards Zen Master Dalong.

Zen Master Dalong chanted Fanxuan in a deep voice, and a large piece of Buddha light suddenly spewed out from his palm, involving himself and Wu Hai together...

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The dark clouds seemed to be pressing down on the roofs of the skyscrapers, the eerie cold wind rushed to the ground with a howling sound from the gaps in the clouds, and the snowflakes the size of a child's palm hit the skyscrapers heavily. There was a crackling sound on the curtain wall.

With a height of 99 meters, Ji's Building stands like a sharp saber on the coast of Al Qaeda Island.