Three thousand bodhicitta and a tree of quasi-mantras, solemn, grandiose, the sound of the tide of the sea of blood and the sound of killing were suppressed, Shi Ji raised his eyes and looked at the Zhun Ti Sage, the Zhunti Sage smiled and looked at her, such a sage means, I really look up to her.

Shi Ji's eyes were peaceful, his eyes were calm, he didn't back down, and the overture of trapping immortals still didn't stop, but more spells were added, the sea of blood flooded, the blood tide rolled, the murderous spirit counterattacked, and the killing intent roared.

Mantra, she wants to bet a mantra with the saints of the past, today's saints, her mantra is also a piano, the mantra has entered the piano, the piano mantra, the heart mantra, the supreme mantra.

The blood is boiling, the blood tide is rolling, it is the blood river curse, the blood river curse of the ancestor of the Styx, this spell is the most suitable for the immortal array, the blood light is infinite, for the killing of evil, and the opposition to good.

The blood is foggy, the blood is blind, it is the mantra of no return of the dream mother-in-law, the front sound is gone, the road ahead is slim, and there is no return in the end.

The Blood River Mantra and the Non-Return Mantra are both curses of the underworld, and they come out of the Nine Shadows together, and they are inherently compatible with Zhun Ti Western Dao.

It will be difficult for the two sides to meet.

The spell enters the piano, the overture is not good, compared to the death overture of killing immortals, this song is not good everywhere, and there is blood light everywhere.

The sage of Zhun Ti is dressed in sackcloth and hemp shoes, as if walking in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, and like walking on the Huangquan Road, the blood rain is one after another, and the flowers on the other side are red in blood, opening all over the world.

The Bodhi tree is verdant, the wisdom is bright, the rain of blood is melted, the sea of blood is suppressed, and the saint is trampled under his feet, but the saint does not move forward.

Zhun Ti was distracted and gambled with Shi Ji, seventy percent of his body and mind were dealing with the sword light of the trapped immortals, even if there were seven treasure wonderful trees and green lotus treasure color flags, he also felt struggling.

Zhun Ti was stopped.

Shiji Qin sound turned, from the trapping immortal overture to the trapping immortal killing song, the sea of blood out of the sword, it was Yuan Tu Abi, Zhun Ti waved the Qibao Miao Tree to smash Yuan Tu A's nose, but it was a sea of blood murderous aura, Yuan Tu A's nose killing sound was just an auxiliary, the real killing sound and the trapping immortal sword light were the same, Zhun Ti took a step back, and took another step back.

Qibao Miaoshu smashed half of the trapped immortal sword light, and the Zhun Ti spell suppressed the sound of trapping immortals, and he brushed away the stone needle again, and the remaining sword light was blocked by the Baoguang lotus.

The saint took two steps back and defused the quadruple killing machine.

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Zhun Ti stopped, the stone needle hidden, the sound of the piano disappeared, the blood mist in front of him changed, and it was an old face, smiling at him.

Zhun Ti smiled bitterly, the small mantra won the big mantra, the small path won the avenue, in the past they had the theory of the trail and the avenue, and he has seen the trail of the trail today.

The blood and qi gradually flattened, the sound of the piano gradually faded, one eliminated the other, the sound of the piano was far away in the immortal array, and in the immortal array, the magic sound rose, the demon qi gathered, the heaven and the earth were black, and the pitch was as black as ink.

At that time, the sky was dark, the earth was also black, and the plants on the ground were also black, except for him, they were all monsters.

Demon sound, magic spell, he heard it again, he stood on the twelve merits of the golden lotus, like a lamp, a heavenly path pure lamp in the turbid world of the demon land, the only light, incompatible with this land, all the demonic thoughts rushed to him, to extinguish him this lamp, this alien, the demon land does not need light, let alone the way of heaven, especially the way of heaven.

Hatred, disgust, demonic thoughts are like an ant tide, setting off a black storm, the black tornado rolls towards the lead, the lead stands on the merit lotus platform, chanting, blocking the sword, he wants to temper the demonic thoughts, how easy is it to say, how can these ancient demonic thoughts that have not been consumed so well?

But the guide still didn't have a killer, and the heart was soft, and the six pure bamboos in the hand of the guide were also tied.

And the sword that Ishiji had prepared for him had already been shot.

The sword is flying, the sword sound is flying, and the sword light is also flying.

The sword light and the sound of the sword flew together, and the sword was behind.

The overture turns to the sound of immortal killing.

She also reserved a dose of punishment for him.

The sword light broke into the golden light of merit, the white waves rolled, the sword boat flew across, a green shadow intercepted the snow-white sword boat, splashed the waves, the sword boat sank, the sword sound carrying the sword boat broke away from the broken sword boat and continued to rush forward to kill, and then for the first time, anger appeared in his eyes, he sealed with one hand, spat out the truth, shattered the sound of the immortal killing, the sword sound was broken, the sword was in front of him, and the saint raised his hand and pointed at the pitch-black magic sword.

Bang, the sword was not broken, the sage's fingers did not retreat, the predecessor of the magic sword, the shadow of the absolute immortal, was the sword of the absolute immortal sword, which also slashed continuously, and it already had immortal attributes, not to mention the fingers of the saint, the saint blocked the sword.

On the top of the saint's head are three relics, under the feet of the saint are the golden lotus of merit, and behind the magic sword are a large amount of demonic qi and ancient demonic thoughts, and the Dao demons hold each other.