The bright Buddha light fell on Miaojing, colliding with the black magic, but there was no half -point effect.

Even the ninth Supreme List of the Supreme List cannot get rid of the influence of the magic sea.

"Uncle!"

The crowd shouted anxiously, looking at Lin Mang with anger, yelling: "The magic head, let me put my uncle!"

"Magic head, you know the consequences of this matter!"

Seeing Miao Jing's signs like a demon, a group of disciples were shocked and angry, and faintly chaotic.

Lin Mang looked at a few people calmly, his eyes were cold.

On the east regions, even those who are born in the big school will not be proud of their status when they see the Supreme, but put their own posture very low.

Supreme, have absolute right to speak.

But these disciples from the Dazhi Zen Temple in the Western Regions seem to have no concept at all.

Vacuum hometown!

The red lotus saint sank, and the eyes were endlessly frightened.

Suddenly, Miao Jing made a roar, and the eyes were recovered a bit clear, but it was still covered with bloodshot, and her eyes were scarlet, which looked extremely weird.

Hong Chan's face was no wave of ancient wells, but just said calmly.

Red Lotus Sheng's face was suddenly full of devotion, and he rose respectfully, and the breath on his body was undulating.

In his identity, going to the Eastern Region will inevitably attract the attention of several other people. There is no need for the time being.

Red Lotus Sheng was shocked, but she was frightened soon.

Perhaps due to the influence of the light of the Buddha, Miao Jing's mind has rarely recovered a bit of clearness.

Red Lotus Sheng's face is full of horror.

The old man was shocked inexplicably,

Since entering the town's magic pagoda for 800 years, he was prisoned to this tower by this bald donkey, and he completely gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

Dazhi Zen Temple, in the Heroes Temple.

Now do it with this person, without the slightest meaning.

"Miao Jing ... dead?"

Although he cut off the magic wrapped around his arms, his Yuanshen had been stained with magic.

"What did you say?!"

"Master, master, I am willing to convert to the Buddhist gate, let me go out."

Lin Mang stepped out and came to the Red Lotus Saint.

Lin Mang retracted his hands and looked at the disciples of the Dazhi Zen Temple, who had already looked dull not far away, and pressed it.

The old man opened his eyes fiercely, and the iron chain on his hands shaking.

I do n’t know who Miao Jing died.

Lin Mang rose into the air, and said blandly: "You can't help but look at my magical power too much."

"It's so simple!"

The Red Lotus Shengsheng poured countless magic qi. These magic air intertwined and remitted into the blood sea behind Lin Mang.

There is only one portal on this nine -story tower, all of which are piled up in masonry, without a trace of gap.

This is the Miaojing of the Dazhi Zen Temple, killing him, how will the Dazhi Zen Temple stop easily?

I thought there would be no surprise to go to the Eastern Region with the strength of Miaocun. I didn't expect that there was an accident.

In fact, it can have today's effect, even he is quite surprised.

Hong Chan is also the smallest disciple collected by Ba Tuo in his later years.

The old monk who guarded the town of the town changed his face, and he couldn't help but exclaimed it.

Soon, Hong Chan came to the seventeenth floor of the Zhenmao Tower.

When I saw Hong Chan came, the old man in the prison smiled and smiled, and the smile was very infiltrated.

The old monk nodded hesitantly. Although he had doubts in his heart, he didn't say much.

The red lotus saint flashed a fierce color in the eyes.

The chain of the restraint of Song Sou is broken.

As long as it is a person, there will be desire. There are seven emotions and six desires. The difference is that the strong can hide it well.

The old man smiled and said faintly: "Are you afraid I regret it?"

However, the magic tower in this town has never been full. It is not that there are too few magic heads on the rivers and lakes, but once it is locked into this place, it will die if it does not take long.

The real town magic pagoda is not on the ground, but in the ground, there is a total of eighteen floors, the meaning of eighteen floors of hell.

"Bring a person back for me!"

Her whole body exudes a little white light, mixed with the magic, it looks extremely weird.

"Clean this place!"

"yes!"

"Lin Mang!"

When they returned to God, Song Sou had already left, and they also forgot everything about the previous.

"But so on."

The Red Lotus Sacred Under his body trembled, he turned and fled.

Song Chu waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the town magic tower, and made a laugh.

As soon as the front of the eyes changes, a grand illusion emerges.

Living in a dark environment for many years, he made him look extremely infiltrated, and a pair of white eyes took the heart.

At this moment, the shadow is exhibited by Miao Jing's great compassion, but there is no bright Buddha light and a magnificent feeling, but it gives people a feeling of cold and evil.

When I saw the abbot come, a group of disciples saluted.

Hong Chan's face was rare to show a smile, and whispered: "Ghost, Song Shou's reputation on the rivers and lakes is okay."

What is this magical power?!

The disciples of the Dazhi Zen Temple in the Magic Tower in the town look stunned, and the eyes are blurred.

People who entered the magic tower in this town, except for being baptized by the bald donkey, can only leave if they die.

Miao Jing's body smashed heavily on the ground, and her eyes were full.

Reached out and put it on the top of the red lotus sacred head, and gently force.

"Open the door!"

Hong Chan's eyes raised slightly, and Youyou said: "Ghost, Song Sou escaped."

The palm of the hand that just touched with Hei Ying turned out to be countless magic, and then quickly spread towards the arm.

The surrounding magic turbulence suddenly.

"Abbot, the disciples sent him to chase him back."

"Run!"

This old monk was better than him at the beginning. Now for so many years, it may be strong.

But it was too late, a magnificent force had already poured into his body, destroying his whole body meridian, and tearing together with the Yuanshen.

Hong Chan, a pro -disciple of the ancestor of Shaolin Banduo.

These amulets have a beautiful trace of Yuanshen in these amulets. Once there is a wonderful accident, the amulet will be broken.

He woke up completely.

Even though Lin Mang is now the supreme of the world, there is not much awe in their hearts.

At that time, the Dazhi Zen Temple set up a Buddhist sect in the Western Regions. The magic tower did not take the magic head of the rivers and lakes, but now it has become a white bone.

Hong Zen closed his hands with his hands, recited the Buddha's name, and stretched out his hand.

With the sound of flesh and blood, the red lotus sacred chopped his arms directly.

At this moment, Hong Chan made a anger and drank: "Demon head, go back!"

Lin Mang looked up at the escape of the red lotus sanctuary, and whispered: "Go!"

"oh?"

Hong Chan didn't say much, and quickly passed through countless corridors to come to a high tower in the last temple.

But what he saw was only a vague dark scene.
To be continued...