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Chapter 348: Suppression!

"If you want you to talk so much nonsense, you really have no temper when you are a poor monk, right?"

The fat monk's speed was as fast as lightning, and no one could see his figure clearly, he had already flashed to Ding Pengsheng's side who had fallen into the snow, leaving an afterimage in the same place.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Pengsheng was kicked into the sky by the fat monk again, without any time to react.

Shout!

The fat monk of the empty ring flashed above the void, and it seemed that he had been waiting for the figure of Ding Pengsheng flying up for a long time.

Boom!

"Let you not take refuge in Buddhism." The fat monk scolded, and with his left foot, he stomped on Ding Pengsheng, who had just gone to the sky, and directly bombarded Ding Pengsheng to the ground, shaking out a large crater of nearly a thousand meters.

"Let you use wine to defile the Buddha's heart of the poor monk!"

"The poor monk advised you not to do this, but you didn't listen!"

"If you have to let the poor monk make a move, are you cheap? Isn't it cheap! ”

"The poor monk will treat you well and let you know that the poor monk is not a vegetarian."

Every time the fat monk said a word, he would kick Ding Pengsheng fiercely, so that he had no room to resist at all, and he was disgraced.

After a while, the fat monk slowly stopped, as if he was a little tired and wanted to rest.

The thousands of people around him had already fallen into a stupor, and they no longer knew if the scene in front of them was a dream.

Gu Hengsheng watched the fat monk of the empty ring constantly beating Ding Pengsheng, so that he had no resistance, and muttered in some surprise: "What a weird monk, his body does not have half a bit of Xuan Qi fluctuations, but he can suppress the kicking of the martial artist at the peak of the Earth Xuan Realm." Either he has the means of great concealment, or he ......"

Li Qiurou, the fairy in white who had been as cold as frost, also showed a shocked look when she looked at this incredible scene.

"The old man is going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! ”

Ding Pengsheng's body was all stained with snowflakes, and he was kicked by the fat monk in front of everyone without half of his face, and he raised his head with a hideous face and said angrily.

After all, Ding Pengsheng is a strong man at the peak of the Earth Xuan Realm, with rough skin and thick flesh, even if he is beaten by the fat monk, he is only in rags, and there is not much injury.

However, Ding Pengsheng's real face has been disgraced, and today's events will definitely spread wildly to all corners of the hundred countries, and he will no longer have the face to stand between heaven and earth.

"What? The donor actually wanted to kill the poor monk? The fat monk felt the endless killing intent that erupted from Ding Pengsheng's body, and he didn't have the slightest fear: "Sin, sin, sin." ”

"Die!"

Ding Pengsheng condensed the Xuan Qi of his whole body, and together he pressed down the snowy area of nearly a thousand meters around him, and slammed towards the fat monk with both hands clenched into fists.

Thundered......

One after another fist prints condensed out in the void, each of which could have the power to suppress the late stage martial artists of the Earth Xuan Realm, and the forest was cold and cold, and he attacked and killed the fat monk.

"Nan no Amitabha Buddha ......" The fat monk slowly folded his hands and recited a Buddha's words, and then a layer of golden luster appeared behind him, as if the golden Buddha was in the world.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ding Pengsheng's Dao fist strength that he was trying his best to attack and kill, whenever he approached the fat monk's body, was blocked by a layer of golden halo around him, and he returned to nothingness.

"It's so strong, let's get out of the way!" Many people who were thousands of kilometers away couldn't withstand Ding Pengsheng's coercion, and their chests seemed to be torn apart.

"Hurry back! Ding Lao won't care about our lives! ”

In the blink of an eye, thousands of people left the place where Ding Pengsheng and the fat monk were fighting, and retreated for nearly two thousand meters before slowly stopping their pace, turning their heads and continuing to watch in horror.

The white-clothed fairy Li Qiurou also felt the coercion that erupted from Ding Pengsheng's body, and her delicate body flashed away from a thousand meters, silently looking from afar.

Ding Pengsheng blasted with all his strength for half an hour before he slowly stopped out of breath.

"The old man's Thousand Killing Fist has swept countless strong people, and this time it must kill you!" Ding Pengsheng looked at the heavy snow in front of him, believing that the fat monk in the heavy snow had become a puddle of meat mud.

After a long time, the overwhelming snowflakes fell one by one, and a figure in the center could be faintly seen.

Dead?

Many people held their breath and looked at the hazy figure in the falling snowflakes, their throats rolling incessantly.

"The poor monk wanted to persuade you with words, save you, and transform you. However, you have repeatedly forced the poor monks to use force. In the vast snow mist set off by Ding Pengsheng's fist wind, a figure slowly walked out, accompanied by the solemn words of the fat monk: "Well, since the donor doesn't listen to the teachings, then the poor monk will beat you well!" ”

Not dead!

When everyone heard the fat monk's voice, their bodies trembled, and the ripples in their eyes carried endless shock.

Under Ding Lao's all-out attack, he didn't even die!

This...... Where the hell did this monk come from, it's terrifying!

"You...... How could you not have anything at all? Impossible, this is impossible. ”

When the figure of the fat monk appeared in front of everyone's eyes again, Ding Pengsheng's face was full of disbelief, and he couldn't imagine that he had tried his best to kill, and he hadn't even destroyed the corner of the fat monk's robe.

"Since the benefactor does not listen to the poor monk's admonition, the poor monk will suppress you today and remove your karma." The fat monk slowly raised his left hand and pressed it gently in the direction of Ding Pengsheng.

Suddenly, a strong wind rose.

A golden light came out from the palm of the fat monk's left hand, and then became brighter and more huge.

This golden light seemed to come from nothingness, and it became a "swastika" shape hundreds of meters wide. Subsequently, the word "swastika" was contaminated with the will of the fat monk, and layers of snow waves swept towards Ding Pengsheng.

"No!" Ding Pengsheng felt a great crisis, his whole body was filled with a thick aura of horror, he wanted to dodge directly, but found that he couldn't move at all, as if he was given a shape by the word "swastika", and he could only raise his head and yell in place.

"The poor monk will let you enter the Buddha gate and eliminate your own evil consequences."

The fat monk said a truth, and the word "swastika" directly suppressed Ding Pengsheng in the vast snowy region, making him half-kneeling on the ground, not knowing his life and death.

In an instant, the whole snowy area returned to calm, as if nothing had happened. It's just that the snow mist that rises from the sky has been flying in the void and has not been able to fall for a long time.

"Ding...... Ding Lao lost? This ......" A martial artist from the Earth Mystery Realm looked at Ding Pengsheng, who was half-kneeling motionless in the snow, and his whole body was stunned.

Lost?

Xia Chengguo's national elder, Ding Pengsheng, who was once the peak powerhouse of the Dixuan Realm for hundreds of years, lost?

"Alas! Why do you have to let the poor monk do it? Shall we talk well? ”

The fat monk slowly lowered his hands, made a distressed appearance, and lamented.