A dark nine -story tower is located in the Zen courtyard.

"Let me go out!"

This person is a little weird.

"Abbot!"

However, after she shouted this, her complexion changed completely, and she followed endlessly.

It was not Lin Mang who fought with her, but the strange black shadow that had been separated from Miao Jing before.

The old monk nodded, turned around and turned the organ on the tower. Shimen opened slowly.

Town Magic Tower!

Like Shaolin's town magic pagoda, this place is the place where the magic head of the rivers and lakes is detained.

The old man stood up with his hands directly, leaning on the wall, a pair of guests.

madman!

This weird means made her frightened from the bottom of her heart.

The crowd quickly closed the people of the magic roads into the prison.

The next moment, the magic shadow standing on the blood of the blood shook and pursued the red lotus sacred envoys.

This tower seems to have nine floors, but all these nine -level tower are all solid, including countless formations.

Feeling the momentum behind him, the red lotus sacred face immediately changed.

"Regret ..."

The sins on these people have not been washed yet. Only in this tower can we repent.

Hong Chan followed Song Chou.

In this cold and cold atmosphere, it seems to be mixed with countless resentment.

"Pass the matter to the Western Regions, so that the temple must be the embankment of this person."

There was a trace of surprise in Lin Mang's eyes, and said with a smile: "It's a bit of ability!"

The old man suddenly laughed and looked at Hong Chan with a sarcasm, sneered: "You would do a deal with me?"

"What is this?!"

The cold of Yin, Senhan's atmosphere swept the surroundings.

He never thought that the bald donkey was willing to send him out.

"What!?"

Suddenly, Lin Mang stepped forward, and the magic of the Yuanshen law behind him was deeper. Even the four disciples of the four Dazhi Zen Temple who had just recited the Buddhist scriptures had signs of magic.

Anyone dare not say that his mood must be perfect.

With the continuous downward, fewer and fewer people around the surrounding areas are getting stronger, but their strength is getting stronger.

After Song Shou's departure, the ban on the town's Magic Tower broke a bit.

Miao Jing's sinking deeper and deeper in the illusion, the magic on her body is getting thicker and thicker, and even almost completely shrouded the whole person.

The four were shocked and retreated quickly.

"Damn bald donkeys, let me go, I will not let you go!"

The consequences are unimaginable!

After a long time, Hong Chan took a step back and walked to the backyard of the temple.

Before they left the magic pagoda, they were suppressed and blood was vomited.

Everyone exclaimed and started to impact the town magic pagoda directly.

"What?"

He never thought that a trip to the Eastern domain would even lose his life.

Song Shou grinned and looked at Hong Chan with a glance, still holding back the impulse of shot.

Western Regions,

"Who?"

Now the amulet is broken, and it has been silent on behalf of Miaojing.

This is the sign of the magic!

What kind of character is Miao Jing, but she knows it, but the Buddhist monk is even a supreme, and such a character will also be magic?

She is very clear that all this must be from Lin Mang.

Hong Chan erected in front of his chest with one hand, staring at the old man, calmly: "Do a pen with you."

Lin Mang?

Hong Chan has his heart to the East China, but because of his original rules, he is also weak.

In the Western Regions, the Buddhist gate is large, and the Dazhi Zen Temple is the head of the Buddhist gate of the Western Regions. Many disciples in the Dazhi Zen Temple may not leave the Dazhi Zen Temple.

An old man with a thin body and a evil ghost.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to do it."

On the rivers and lakes, there are often people who practice martial arts into the magic and fall into the magic. In the final analysis, there is a problem with the mood.

The old man seemed to think of something, and looked at Hong Chan with a sneer.

Gradually, a black shadow resembling the red lotus sacred envoys slowly presented.

Although he is the person of the magic Tao, the most important thing in his life is the promise.

Hong Chan frowned slightly and put down the wooden fish in his hand.

These people have been banned and repaired. With their physical strength alone, they cannot break the town magic pagoda at all.

But he was also a little curious. Who was it, it was worth the old bald donkey to break out of him.

This guy is completely a lunatic.

One person dazed, and the voice contained deep surprises.

"Forbidden ... Breaking?"

"This is really unheard of!"

Is this person really Hong Chan?

Nympho

The powerful momentum shakes the Quartet!

Power crushing away.

"It's so simple?"

"Ha ha!"

Some of them are famous magic heads in rivers and lakes.

A man of amulet worshiped on the table was suddenly broken.

Miao Jing's eyes widened, his face was unbelievable.

The old monk sitting on the lower knee opened his eyes, and looked at the broken amulet above the top.

Hong Chan shook his head gently, and said, "With your strength, it is just sacrifice in vain."

The magic of Miao Jing's body was instantly swallowed by Lin Mang, and Miao Jing completely got rid of the magical realm of the magical sea of ​​magic.

The disciples of the Dazhi Zen Temple around the surrounding are slightly changed, and shocked: "What is going on?"

The whole layer is held only one person.

The old monk who guarded the Magic Tower in the town came, and his face was ashamed.

This is also because Miao Jing's accomplishment in Yuanshen is not high. Now it is suddenly suffering from these primary gods, and there is no way to respond.

"Well!"

"Oh!"

For a while, a cold and cold breath flowed out of the tower.

Hong Chan sighed, his hands folded, and he meditated to the sutra.

Regarding these abusive words, Hong Chan did not ignore the slightest, and there was only peace and indifference in his eyes.

"you……"

"Well!"

"Go!"
To be continued...