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Back then, Yu'an almost died in the hands of Fuxian Bodhisattva, this revenge, Tang Seng kept it in mind all the time, and it can even be said to be one of the driving forces for his cultivation, but he never found a chance.

Today's enemies meet, Tang Seng didn't say a word and did it directly, a white lotus petal flew out from around him, charming and fragrant, but Fuxian Zhenren was like a great enemy, and he didn't dare to underestimate these beautiful petals, the law of creation and the law of destruction were juxtaposed, and its strength was self-evident.

As soon as Fuxian Zhenren made a move, it was the standard Qingyun Lotus of the Twelve Golden Immortals, the fairy light was bright, the colors were thousands, and a flame was burning above Qingyun.

Tang Seng's petals were burned by the powerful flames on the real immortal body of Fuxian before they could be in the body, and a crimson fairy sword flew out, and the pure Nanming burst out from the fire.

Away from the fire sword, the best immortal weapon.

Fuxian real person stood with a sword, his face was angry, Nan Ming was like a long dragon from the fire to take Tang Seng directly, although it was a flame illusion, but it was not inferior to the real dragon.

Tang Seng smiled slightly, the twelve-grade white lotus under the seat was white and radiant, although Nanming was strong from the fire, but in front of the twelve-grade white lotus, it seemed that he was not able to catch it, and even Tang Seng could not approach within three feet.

"The Buddha asked the lotus. Tang Seng's voice sounded faintly, and white lotuses flew out of him, and bursts of mysterious and obscure true intentions flowed over the lotus, and a powerful aura permeated the entire space.

The Buddha asked the lotus, the Buddhas did not understand, the golden cicada held the flowers, laughed and did not speak.

Buddhists are all talking about the allusions of the Buddha leaf smiling at the flowers, but the Fuxian Zhenren who used to be the high-level of Buddhism knows the truth of the facts. It's just that the golden cicada was later demoted, and Rulai raised the rank of Jiaye by one place, which happened to be the rank of the golden cicada, so it was passed on like that.

Yes, Fuxian Zhenren didn't dare to be careless at all, and instead of defending with offense, his body and sword matched to kill the twelve-grade white lotus.

She smiled. Tang Seng's face was calm, as if he had never seen the sword that was about to be in his body, and said methodically.

When the words fell, the white lotus suddenly exuded a pure and extremely pure creative intention, and the fragrance bursted, and Fuxian Zhenren only felt a generous power cover, gentle as if there was no danger, but he couldn't let himself be expelled at all.

The Nanming Lihuo on the Fire Sword suddenly dimmed, the light was completely gone, and the power quickly shrank, even to the point of extinguishing.

The so-called creation, not transformation.

The Creator comes from nothing, and if there is, it is nothing.

Creation represents life, but not many people remember that creation must be preceded by destruction, and that the premise of life must be death.

The vast and majestic power overrode the person of Fuxian, Nanming Lihuo gradually returned to nothingness, Qingyun Lotus gradually returned to nothingness, and Yuanshen gradually returned to nothingness.

Seeing that Fuxian Zhenren was in danger, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun immediately sacrificed the Seven Treasures Golden Lotus, but a golden stick suddenly inserted it, swung it vigorously, and beat the Seven Treasures Golden Lotus back with brute force.

One stick breaks ten thousand laws, this is the way of Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong stood arrogantly in front of Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, and the golden hoop rod swept out a faint white mark in the void, and said domineeringly: "Cross this line, die!"

"Sun Wukong, you are just a mere seventh layer of Da Luo, and you also want to stop the poor road, if you go now, the poor road can still let you go, otherwise you will be crushed and scattered. Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun threatened with a gloomy face, he was not afraid of fighting with Sun Wukong, but he was afraid that because of the battle with Sun Wukong, he would delay the opportunity to rescue Fuxian Zhenren.

"If you have the courage, let the horse come. "Sun Wukong holds the golden hoop stick in his hand and is fearless.

There are only three people in this world who can make Sun Wukong not even have the courage to do it, the eldest brother Long Yunfeng, the demon Chang'e, and the true love Zilan, as for the rest, even if it is Hongjun, he dares to fight.

"Look for death. ”

Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun shouted angrily, seeing that the situation of Fuxian's real person was becoming more and more dangerous, and the mana on his body exploded, he couldn't take care of Sun Wukong's strong luck, if he blocked it, he would really kill them together.

It's just that Shibei three days should be impressed.

Sun Wukong pulled out a stick, and the shadow of the stick was heavy, as if a thousand sticks were drawn out in an instant, but in fact it was just the afterimage of Sun Wukong's stick.

"Bang"

There was a bang, and this time Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun's whole person was pulled back by Sun Wukong, and his body hit the wall on the side, knocking Qiaojiazhuang, which was originally intact, into ruins.

With a snort, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun rushed out again, his breath was fine, but he was somewhat embarrassed, and his eyes were full of jealousy when he looked at Sun Wukong, how many years had he not seen him, how could his strength be so strong.

"Yes, after receiving a stick from my grandson, I can still come out unharmed, and I am a strong opponent. Sun Wukong's eyes showed a raging war, his figure was like the wind, and his sticks were like thunder. The stronger the stronger, the stronger, and the enemy must fight, which is the style of Xingtian.

Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun did not dodge, and attacked Sun Wukong hard, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun set the two exercises of Buddhism and Taoism in one, and all kinds of supernatural powers broke out, and Sun Wukong broke through the ten wisdoms with one force, and he didn't use any supernatural powers, just used the golden hoop stick, and firmly implemented the road of breaking ten thousand laws with one stick.

"Bang"

Another stick, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun was once again beaten into the ruins of Qiaojiazhuang, his strength is actually not under Sun Wukong, but he is anxious to not be able to fight with Sun Wukong steadily, he lost in mentality, and in order to get close to Fuxian Zhenren, he must fight with Sun Wukong in close combat.

In this Three Realms with magical powers as the main body, there are few who can win against Sun Wukong in hand-to-hand combat.

At this moment, the Fuxian Zhenren on the other side turned into a white light and dispersed, and it had already fallen into the hands of Tang Seng.

"Senior Brother Fuxian. "Walking out of the ruins but only seeing this scene, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun cried out in grief, Rao has been practicing for many years, but the junior disciple who has always been inseparable has fallen in front of him, this kind of sadness is very understandable.

A sharp sharp golden power gradually rose in Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun's body, furious like a dragon, and his cold and ruthless gaze shot out of Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun's eyes, as if a sword swept over, in this sad situation, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun turned grief and anger into strength, and his mana broke through to the ninth layer of Daluo.

"You all have to be buried for Fuxian. Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun said in extremely cold and ruthless words.

"Wukong, it's up to you, I can't handle him if I break through in battle. Tang Seng didn't have the slightest sense of urgency, rolled his eyes disdainfully, and shrugged his shoulders at Sun Wukong.

"No problem, little character. Sun Wukong looked confident, took out three relics and swallowed them in one go, and suddenly the golden light on his body was shining, and a dazzling and vast Buddha golden body condensed behind him.

Swallowing seventeen relics mana is a good rumor, but for Sun Wukong, it is not a rumor, but it can really enhance his strength, although there are only three, but at this time, Sun Wukong's mana has reached the critical point of the eighth layer of Daluo, and his combat power is not inferior to that of Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, who has just broken through.

"Eat my grandson. ”

Sun Wukong shouted, the golden hoop stick fell violently, and the power of Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun Ruijin exploded, knowing that he was not Sun Wukong's opponent at close range, but he did not hesitate to fight with Sun Wukong in close quarters.

Fuxian Zhenren's death really stimulated Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, making his usual reason disappear.

Tang Seng hid on the side and didn't interfere at all, what he practiced was the law of creation, and the healing was also first-class, playing the role of a wet nurse in the back and constantly adding blood to Sun Wukong.

Under the joint offensive of the two, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun was unable to support it alone, and after the crazy anger at the beginning was exhausted, he quickly fell into the disadvantage, and saw that he was about to follow in the footsteps of Fuxian Zhenren.

"Snort"

At this moment, a sharp sword qi in the sky fell, and Sun Wukong stopped in mid-air with a stick and suddenly didn't dare to swing it, and cast a somersault cloud and hurriedly pulled Tang Seng on the side to dodge.

Yuding Zhenren was dressed in a cyan robe and fell from mid-air, Fuxian Zhenren was already dead, if Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun fell again, then the loss of exposition would be somewhat heavy.

On the other side, Kunpeng also fell to the ground, and he didn't seize this opportunity to launch a fierce attack on Yuding Zhenren.

Tang Seng and Sun Wukong were also curious, and looked around, only to find that Qiao Ling'er, who was still standing there, had disappeared out of thin air at this time.

disappeared under the noses of the two Da Luo consummations and the three Da Luo eight-layer combat powerhouses.

A hundred miles away, Long Yunfeng and Wutian also frowned in unison, and stopped the movements in their hands, although they were a little far away, but their divine thoughts had been observing the situation over there, and they didn't find out how Qiao Ling'er disappeared.

"The number of days?" Wutian sneered, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he put down his wine glass, and his figure disappeared out of thin air in a flash.

Long Yunfeng was still sitting in his seat, the paper fan in his hand was fanning slightly, and he frowned and thought, what disappeared in a flash just now was the fluctuation of the law of space, right?