"Come!"

With a loud shout, Nezha used the three-headed and eight-armed magical power to meet him directly. Wei Hu also shouted loudly, holding a golden stick in both hands.

Rumble~

In an instant, the rumbling sound of the two fighting in the sky continued to explode, like a bolt from the blue. Although the two were just children playing in the eyes of countless powerful people, they also had outstanding places. One was the profound mystery of the eight or nine mysterious skills, and the other was the great power of the three-headed and eight-armed magic.

The golden stick flew up and down in Wei Hu's palm, hovering like the sound of wind and rain, advancing and retreating with the power of dragons and snakes, turning around like tigers shaking their heads, rising and falling like dragons going out to the sea, whistling and whistling, shining light, a ball of brocade spreads in the air, and clusters of flowers on both sides.

Nezha, who had three heads and eight arms, blushed with a small face. At this time, his eight arms were numb. Every time he greeted the opponent's attack, he needed to give his all. He couldn't help but be shocked. What a terrifying force.

"Nezha! Don't be impulsive."

When Nezha, who was using his magical powers, was fighting fiercely, his second brother Yang Jian suddenly heard the voice of his ears. However, he was fighting with Wei Hu at this time, so he had no intention of distracting himself.

"Nezha, listen. Wei Hu is extremely powerful and takes the eight or nine mysterious skill path, especially if he is arbitrarily taking one force to reduce ten times. Even if Yuan Hong encounters it, he must be careful. Don't fight hard and look for opportunities with speed."

This sentence suddenly shocked Nezha. If he was more dependent on Yang Jian for his elder brother, then he would be a bad friend of the monkey. He also knew that the power of the stinky monkey's arms was a headache for him. He never thought that the person in front of him would even make the stinky monkey treat him with caution.

"Look at my magical powers!"

Although Nezha was young, she had a strong instinct for fighting. She suddenly changed her fighting strategy, waved Huntian Ling with one hand and confused her, and stepped on the Hot Wheel with both feet and suddenly displayed her own speed on the sky.

Wei Hu! In the original work, he was also one of the last ones who became a saint and was safe and sound. Although he appeared late, he had to say that his ability was not bad at all, and he was vaguely comparable to Yang Jian, the first person in the three generations of the Ancient Sect.

One of the achievements shows this person's strength, that is, he uses the demon-subduing pestle to scare away Lu Yue and Yuan Hong, the leader of the seven monsters in Meishan.

From this we can see that this person's strength is not inferior to Yuan Hong. Of course, Wei Hu's greatest advantage in combat power is also the help of his weapon "Demon-Subduing Pestle". The original work describes it as follows: "This treasure is as light as gray grass, as heavy as Mount Tai when it hits a person."

After the magic subduing pestle was practiced in Wei Hu's hand, it had no weight. It was as light as gray grass, but its actual weight was surprisingly heavy. Even Yuan Hong was afraid of it, which showed its power.

At present, Wei Hu lost the weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, and his combat power was reduced by three points.

Dangdang~

In just a short moment, Nezha changed his combat strategy. Relying on the advantage of the speed of the Wind Wheel, he churned up and down like a dragon in the water, so that Wei Hu could only be exhausted to deal with it for a while.

"Nezha! How could the Chan Sect get out of the three evil people of the Li family? You deserve to die."

Although Wei Hu, who has been practicing for so many years, has not been famous, he has not practiced in dogs for so many years. Even though he has been found to have weaknesses, he is not panic at all but calmly began to provoke.

"Haha, Wei Hu, you are just a thief-blocking disciple of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Ancient Sect. Why not follow me to rebel from the Ancient Sect and join Mahayana Buddhism? How about I, Nezha, I personally recommend it to you? Haha, I think my Buddha will definitely appreciate you."

When it comes to talking about the skills of harming people in his mouth, Nezha is not bad at all. He continues to ridicule and constantly exposes the shortcomings of the Academic Sect in front of countless powerful people in the Three Realms.

"Apostate people dare to bark, and they are really arrogant. If you join the sages of the sages and enjoy the fortunes of the sects, you will naturally have to take on everything. But you are too selfish."

"Haha, selfish? If the Taiyi Zhenren dares to make a vow to the heavenly way and treat me Nezha sincerely from the beginning, then I Nezha will now tie myself in front of the Yuxu Palace gate. If you want to kill and cut it, you will dare to do so!"

The two sides fought but did not give up the quarrel at all. One was to practice the eight or nine mysterious skills and strong physically, and even took the path of one force to reduce ten times. Because of this, he even dropped three points in speed.

Another one is the reincarnation of the Spirit Bead, and now it is the incarnation of the lotus, and its three-headed and eight-armed magical power is even more majestic.

Dangdang~

Both sides are fighting back and forth, and they cannot be broken. Nezha relies on the speed of the Wind and Fire Wheels and the three-headed and eight-armed magical power to show off his power. This is a duel between speed and power.

Chaoge, in the National Master's Mansion, looked straight at the foot of Lingshan Mountain with three eyes. At this time, Yang Jian's face showed a solemn look, but Qingyun beside him smiled.

"How is it? Sometimes things are often unexpected. What are your calculations? Do you think the A-Church Church can easily let go in this situation? Or how much benefit does the Mahayana Buddhism pay?"

Yang Jian, who frowned, was filled with torture at this moment. He miscalculated and calculated everything, but did not count that this kind of confrontation between the saints would turn into such a situation.

The Age of Confucianism has good face. If Nezha is at a disadvantage, how much benefit can Mahayana Buddhism bring for Nezha? Do two or three innate spiritual treasures? Among them, Nezha’s own, but are these enough? With the Age of Confucianism’s arrogant and arrogant personality, face is more important than anything else.

Moreover, in the three games, the Chan Sect had already lost two consecutive games, and it was almost certain to win the last game.

"My disciple Yang Jian knows his mistake, so please give me advice."

Although he was panicked and anxious, Yang Jian always kept calm on his face. Even when he saw his master's teasing smile, he immediately thought that his master must have a way, otherwise he would not be so relaxed.

If Yang Jian knows what he is wrong, then he really knows his mistake. If he is silent, he will never realize his mistake.

Qingyun, who is familiar with Yang Jian, smiled. Although planning is important, strength in the three realms still has the final say.

Although the demon-subduing pestle in Wei Hu's hand is powerful, it also has its shortcomings. It cannot be beaten the ghost bone banner. The original text has a sentence: "I urgently sacrifice the demon-subduing pestle to hit this beast. Although this beast can suppress evil demons and heretics, I don't know that it cannot be beaten this beast. I saw that the pestle fell down. It is exactly: Don't say that Wei Hu's demon-subduing pestle can fight against the ghost hundred bones.

After Qingyun finished all this with a smile, Yang Jian's eyes twitched after hearing this, and sighed helplessly: "Master, Nezha doesn't understand this magical technique of capturing people's souls."

Yang Jian knew that his master's unreliable personality had arisen again, but Qingyun shrugged and laughed: "Are you really the few people under the Mahayana Buddhist saints who are so easy to save money? Watch it carefully."

At the foot of Nanzhan Lingshan Mountain, Nezha was sweating profusely. Facing Wei Hu, who could not even splash water, he felt the four words of helplessness for the first time.

With high-intensity dodging speed, Nezha consumed several times the mana and energy that the opponent had. On the other hand, Wei Hu was calm and cautious and waited for the opportunity.

After the two of them fought for so long, the immortals of the Chan Sect smiled one after another, especially the Taoist Heavenly Lord nodded secretly, and his disciple was still good.

"Nezha, do you still remember the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover?"

Just as Nezha was in a state of anxiety, there was an impatience in his eyes, the voice of his master Yunxiao Bodhisattva suddenly sounded in his soul.

Among the Mahayana Buddhism, Bodhisattva Yunxiao looked at the battlefield calmly and communicated secretly through his soul.

"The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover is an innate spiritual treasure. Now you have no time to refine it when you encounter a killing disaster. Before, I drew a little Samadhi True Fire sperm from the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover and penetrated it into your soul. This is your last chance to turn the tables."

Samadhi True Fire? At this moment, Nezha couldn't help but glared at Wei Hu, who was staring at the iron wall in front of him, who was like a turtle shell, and he couldn't help but roared angrily, and his soul was filled with anxiety.

"Master, Nezha, the magical power of Samadhi True Fire has not been refined. If it is used with essence, blood and magic power, the opponent's eight or nine mysterious skills are originally powerful people. Can it work?"

"Don't worry, don't talk about the mystery of the eight or nine mysterious skills under the true fire of Samadhi. Even the Taiyi Golden Immortal relies on her body to fear it."

When the sound of affirmation came from the soul, it was at this moment that Wei Hu shouted suddenly. The golden stick in his palm caught the opportunity and picked it up directly. The sound of cracking bones under the stick came. At the same time, Nezha couldn't help but groan and hurriedly drove the hot wheel to retreat.

Wei Hu did not chase after him, but stared at the other party calmly holding a golden stick in his hand and said, "You lost in this battle, please go back to Yuxu Palace to apologize."

At this time, under Nezha's three-headed and eight-arm magical power, two arms were directly broken by soft bones, and they could no longer hold the weapon. At this moment, the immortals of the Chan Cult smiled.

Jin Zha and Mu Zha in the distance couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing this: "Third brother!"

Nezha on the battlefield looked at Wei Hu indifferently and couldn't help but shout: "Okay! As long as you can take over my magical power, Nezha will be surrendered."

After saying that, Nezha sneered and slapped his fist with one hand, punched his nose twice. In an instant, his body was full of blood and magic power burned, and he silently chanted a spell on his lips. The next moment, everyone in the Chan Cult was shocked, and Taiyi Zhenren even widened his eyes and blurted out: "When did this evil deed learn this magical power?"

Nezha punched his nose a few times, then silently chanted the spell and sprayed fire directly from his mouth. Thick smoke burst out from his nose, and blinked, and the flames all came together.

In an instant, the fire gushed out and sprayed a few times. The red flames burned the fire and a fire dragon surrounded Wei Hu in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the Taoist Heavenly Lord was even more shocked and angry and said, "Samāma True Fire, the disciple should dodge it!"

However, it was too late. The true fire of Samadhi stuck to his skin in an instant. The armor, weapons and all over his body could not be extinguished. The burning and tingling sensation suddenly came, and the thick smoke even choked him. For a moment, Wei Hu, who was like a vajra, actually roared angrily.

"Damn Nezha! Nezha!"

Wei Hu has been practicing for so many years and has been extraordinary. He opened his mouth and suddenly spit out a surging water. However, the true fire of Samadhi was like a cervix attached to the bones, not only did not be destroyed, but instead burned more and more.

"Ah~ my eyes have smoked my eyes."

Wei Hu finally couldn't help but roar in pain. You must know that even the stone monkey was burned during Journey to the West, even if the stone monkey was burned, she was screaming loudly. Wei Hu, who also practiced the eight or nine mysterious skills, naturally had no reason to be stronger than the stone monkey.

"Ah~ my eyes."

Wei Hu instantly turned into a fire man and screamed in the air, but no matter how miserable he was, he still did not beg for mercy.

The armor was burned, and the weapons were even dropped off. The body was burned black under the true fire of Samadhi. However, the mystery of the eight or nine mysterious skills was restored in an instant. After returning, Wei Hu was tortured.

"Take another taste of my master's great circle of Qiankun!"

He spit out the Samadhi True Fire that had not yet been trained, which consumed Nezha's a lot of magic power and a lot of essence and blood. But Nezha was a killing star, and there was a sense of hostility between his eyebrows. Even though he was weak, he still threw out his golden universe circle.

Dang~

With a dull sound of metal collision, Wei Hu screamed in pain and fell directly from the sky.

Then Wei Hu, who fell to the ground, still did not stop to rescue him. He used the earth escape technique to escape into the soil to avoid the Samadhi True Fire, and then sneaked into the pool. However, the Samadhi True Fire was completely like a bone-attached gangrene, standing firmly against his body, not afraid of water and fire at all, nor fearing the earth.

"Ah! Ah..."

With a miserable scream, the Taoist Heavenly Lord in the Ancestral Sect was in pain. At this moment, the Nanji Immortal Wong, as the eldest brother, couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Now the matter with Mahayana Buddhism is small, and the most important thing is to enthrone the gods and kill the catastrophe. He couldn't help but shout directly: "The third game of the Ancestral Sect admits defeat."

However, the Samadhi True Fire on the battlefield had not stopped yet, and Wei Hu still screamed in pain. After seeing this scene, the Samantabhadra True Man snorted coldly, threw the long rainbow rope in his palm and threw it over to Sanxiao Bodhisattva.

"This game of the Chinese Congregation admitted defeat."

I saw the spiritual treasure I saw, and I laughed immediately. I turned over the Hunyuan Golden Fight in my palm, directly collecting all the Samadhi True Fire on Wei Hu's body rolling on the ground.

At this moment, countless powerful people in the Three Realms were smacking their tongues and sighing secretly. How long has it been since I watched such a lively event? Why did it end so soon?

The Jade Emperor Haotian in the Heavenly Court even applauded. He did not insult the saint anyway, so it was rare that he could not clap his hands and drink wine at home.

All three games were defeated! The three disciples of Jinzha, Muzha and Nezha of the three generations of the Ayad Sect directly turned to Mahayana Buddhism with great luck.

Originally, Mahayana Buddhism was jointly established by Emperor Tathagata and Wutian. After the great sages were improved, many people were even more sympathized and directly broke through the current realm. I thought that the three little traitors of the Academic Sect would bring a lot of luck.

At this moment, Yuanshi Tianzun of Yuxu Palace's face turned green and turned green. Tongtian of Biyou Palace couldn't help but shake his head and said to Kunlun when he saw this scene: "If you use three generations of disciples to block the disaster, this method has passed."

The naked reprimanding voice echoed in his ears. Yuanshi Tianzun did not reply to Tongtian's words, but a humiliation and anger in his eyes showed his mood at this moment. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tongtian! You don't know the magnanimity, how dare you teach me a lesson!"

At the foot of Lingshan, the Antarctic Immortal Weng saw that they had lost all three spiritual treasures and even threw down three spiritual treasures, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and bow to Mahayana Buddhism and said, "The green water flows forever, and after the killing disaster, I will definitely disturb you."

He said that at this time, he would not care about you if he wanted to complete the killing disaster, but after the killing disaster, he would not let you go easily by Mahayana Buddhism, and the grudges had already been formed.

At the same time, it is also threatening Mahayana Buddhism. If you dare to come to the East at this time, then don’t blame them if you are on the List of Gods.

The members of the An Sect left in disgrace, and the Taoist Heavenly Lord even more distressedly picked up his disciple.

This time, Mahayana Buddhism completely appeared in the sight of the three realms, especially the head of the Emperor Tathagata, the head of the ten thousand Buddhas! The ancestor of the ten thousand Buddhas! And the Buddha Wutian with the black robe and black lotus, the three realms were shocked.
Chapter completed!